A quiet creak of a door opening. Stairs going leading down...dark down there. "Hello?" a young Asian man, average height, athletic build calls out in case anyone is there, in the dark.
4 successes
Soft steps, not stealthy, but careful, balanced. Unhurried. Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast. Festina Lente.
Down there, in the basement. "Wow. This place is...really big." he murmurs to himself. Walking around, exploring, with a purpose. Then, success!
"Don't want to blind myself with flash." he says. "Besides...it's cool." he grins. "And I don't see a light switch, so it's not unnecessary, really." assuaging his conscience. His eyes lose the ability to see in the dark, he closes them.
failure
3 successes
Light permeates the space, revealing targets, and acoustic baffling on the walls. An indoor shooting range in the basement of the Circle of Creation.
"Okay, now let's try something we really need to practice." he says, eagerly.
failure
"Uh." he says, "Okay. That's what practice is for."failure
failure
1 success
Thud.
"Uh huh." he says, not impressed. "Again."
2 successes
"Uh!!" Kaze grunts as he manages to contain the paradox within his physical frame, painfully!
"Oh wow." He says. He sighs, and sits down, attempting to meditate, or praying. Kaze finds it difficult to relax at first, but then is able to let his stress and thoughts flow away, focusing...time passes without him feeling it.
1 success3 successes
An hour passes without him noticing. He opens his eyes, refreshed, relaxed, smiling. "Thank you, Father." he says, softly.
He takes out a cheap phone, flips it open and looks at it. A clear "No Signal" indicator displays. He smiles.
1 success
Grinning, he punches buttons on his phone, which now is getting signal, even underground, and browses the Internet, looking at the tiny screen for web sites of volunteer opportunities in the city of Sacramento and Rancho Cordova.