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Log: Complete
When; September 26th 7:00 p.m.
Rating; PG, possibly PG-13 for language and violence.
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noh_dancer Scarab, vaterlands_wolf Captain Hans Gunshe
Summary; A duel to first yield.
Log;
The sun was blazing a path across the waters of the ocean in an undulating line.
To Scarab, the scent of salty air evoked memories of another time..a different lifetime.
But this wasn't a sight seeing trip, and for the third time this hour, she rested her hands on the hilt, and saya of the wakiashi strapped horizontally across her lower back.
She had made the proviso agianst guns, but not agianst as many blades as she usually carried.
The short sword was the most prominent, but she also had a bowie knife in her boot, and the long tapered ornaments that held her black hair back did double duty as both aesthetics, and hidden weapons.
Her mask was busily scanning her immeadiate vicinity for movement, and showing her it's readouts in the implanted red lenses of her eyes.
It also looked for temperature fluctuations, and kept track of her vitals.
She drew in a deep breath, and though filtered by the mask, she could almost taste the sea.
This little match was just what she needed to help her get her mind off recent events.
Too many sleepless nights..
A tiny time display in the bottom of her left eye showed her the time as it clicked over to seven p.m.
Rating; PG, possibly PG-13 for language and violence.
Characters;
noh_dancer Scarab, vaterlands_wolf Captain Hans GunsheSummary; A duel to first yield.
Log;
The sun was blazing a path across the waters of the ocean in an undulating line.
To Scarab, the scent of salty air evoked memories of another time..a different lifetime.
But this wasn't a sight seeing trip, and for the third time this hour, she rested her hands on the hilt, and saya of the wakiashi strapped horizontally across her lower back.
She had made the proviso agianst guns, but not agianst as many blades as she usually carried.
The short sword was the most prominent, but she also had a bowie knife in her boot, and the long tapered ornaments that held her black hair back did double duty as both aesthetics, and hidden weapons.
Her mask was busily scanning her immeadiate vicinity for movement, and showing her it's readouts in the implanted red lenses of her eyes.
It also looked for temperature fluctuations, and kept track of her vitals.
She drew in a deep breath, and though filtered by the mask, she could almost taste the sea.
This little match was just what she needed to help her get her mind off recent events.
Too many sleepless nights..
A tiny time display in the bottom of her left eye showed her the time as it clicked over to seven p.m.