by Usagi Zenko » Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:02 am
Zenko braved the evening air of the upper deck this evening. He smells a bit of the oil used to clean daisho and armor, a smell no doubt abundant around the bushi on board.
Conditioning. Surely if I confront myself with it often enough, the fear will lessen? He frowns, glancing at the ocean to see if it was working yet. When gibbering terror was all that answered him, he looked back to the deck and ship proper, taking a step back down the stairs. Nope!
He closes his eyes a moment to steady himself, breathing out, then back in, and then opens them again, stepping back on deck.
Hare Clan * Bushi * Conscripted * Somehow Seasoned Moon 8Status: 1.0 Glory: 2.0 Honor: What is Expected
Probably carrying: Knife, Sleeveless Legionnaire Uniform, Chopsticks, Jade pendantShore Leave: DaishoDescription Avatar: Artist Phoenixlu"What happened to all of the land?" - Usagi Zenko