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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.
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"It was a pleasure sparring with you." She sheathed her katana and picked up the bag she carried it in. "After a bit of training, let's have another one."
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"I would enjoy another one," the former knight agreed with a smile. A formidable opponent. And something about her did remind him of Chris a lot. "Though perhaps I'd enjoy your company even without crossing swords," he invited vaguely. Borus was here in the city, and he loved the blonde's company, more than just his company really, enough to drive him insane. It would do some good to make other acquaintances.
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Slinging the bag around her shoulder, she tilted her head in farewell. "I'm free most days, so just let me know when you wish to meet again."
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[ooc; ...end? :3;;]