Michuri woke up late in the day. He had fallen asleep at his desk again. As he sat up a peice of paper clung to his face. He grabbed it and read it over. Something about a shipment of ramen that had been lost....who cares, Michuri hated ramen anyway, along with all the kids who ate it in theri orange jumpsuits, wiht their optimistic faces....
Michuri stod up shakily from his chair, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He stretched his back, and heard it crack a couple times. He walked stiffly over towards the door, holding the handel and stretching forward. He went to open the door, but his hands were still too asleep to grip it properly. He fumbled wiht the lock, laughing at the half pain his hand was experiencing trying to clench a fist.
He gave up, walking to the window, and leapingout, hopping from roof to roof headed for the woods nearby. He landed in a small wooded area. He could hear water rushing nearby, and headed slowly and quietly towards it.
His robes flapped quickly in the wind, snapping as he walked. His hat was drawn down over his face, blocking his eyes from tearing up. As he made his way through the woods he noticed it had begun to rain. The water felt nice on hi back. It was often sunny and hot in Dragon village, and a cooling rain felt nice.
He found the river and pulled off his robes, leaving a pair of black boxer shorts, and his thin muscle shirt. He slipped off his sandals and stepped carelessly out onto the smooth, cool, glassy surface of the water. As he walked he formed a series of handseakls, ending in the tiger seal. He breathed deeply, exhaling through his fingers, and sending out a torrent of flmaes shaped like a dragon. It flew forward, spinning and arcing, before diving into the water, sending steam rushing into the air.
The steam billow3ed over Michuri, blowing his hair away from his face. It dried his whole body off, cancelling the rain for a few seconds. As the steam died down his hair clung to his forehead as rain streamed down the long strands, onto his nose, and then to his mouth. The rain picked up even harder as Michuri let loose the second dragon flame missil. Steam blew around him from the second it left his lips, instantly evaporating all the rain.
After another few rounds of using the dragon flmae missil,Michuri became exhausted. The rain had clouded the sky, and it was now dark. He walked slowly back to his office, where he planned to take another nap on the soft pile of paperwork on his desk.
Rolls:
Rank up Fire Dragon Flame MIssile to level 2.
Subject: The Learning Never Ends- Michuri's Training Log. 
Fri Aug 24, 2007 4:15 am
