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tampered2006-12-30 04:48 pm
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Log; complete
When; Dec 30
Rating; PG-13 (violence)
Characters; Naoto [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naoto_two] & Percival Fraulein [gegnet]
Summary; Naoto and Percival have a friendly spar in Xanadu.
Log;
Naoto had not used her katana since her return to the City nearly a month before. All of her training had been for that final moment when she would avenge her parents' deaths, and now that said moment was past, the woman had no real use for the sword. But it was a part of her now, just as her scar was a part of her, and her master's coat which she refused to part with. She might as well not let her skills and sword rust.
The woman sat waiting on a stone bench not too far from the sakura tree that was still in bloom even in the dead of winter. She checked the placement of her weapons again: her katana slung at her shoulder in its case, its partner knife secure at her belt, and her scarf -- yes, she used that in combat as well -- wrapped loosely around her neck.
The minutes ticked by.
Rating; PG-13 (violence)
Characters; Naoto [
naoto_two] & Percival Fraulein [gegnet]Summary; Naoto and Percival have a friendly spar in Xanadu.
Log;
Naoto had not used her katana since her return to the City nearly a month before. All of her training had been for that final moment when she would avenge her parents' deaths, and now that said moment was past, the woman had no real use for the sword. But it was a part of her now, just as her scar was a part of her, and her master's coat which she refused to part with. She might as well not let her skills and sword rust.
The woman sat waiting on a stone bench not too far from the sakura tree that was still in bloom even in the dead of winter. She checked the placement of her weapons again: her katana slung at her shoulder in its case, its partner knife secure at her belt, and her scarf -- yes, she used that in combat as well -- wrapped loosely around her neck.
The minutes ticked by.