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tampered2007-01-13 01:57 am
noh-dancer.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-01-13 01:57 am
Log: Ongoing
When; January 12th
Rating; PG for now, may be changed later
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noh_dancer Scarab, snarky_padre_v Vincent, wisdome_rcvr Henry
Summary; Blades and Ballistics 101
Log;
Scarab ran the cleaning cloth over her sword again, and sighed for the umpteenth time.
Frederick was here still.
He was here, and he wanted to see her....
She was understandably upset, but for now there was nothing to be done for it.
Instead she held her katana up to look down the hilt across the blade lengthwise, as her master senseis had taught her, and satisfied that it was now free of tarnishing blood, lay it carefully beside her, and waited for Henry and Vincent.
There was a room just down the first flight of stairs to the cellar that had probably been originally intended as storage.
Scarab had taken it over, and while the others were settling in to thier rooms just after the move, she had been cleaning it out, and laying mats on the bare concrete floor.
The room itself was massive, and doubled as a safe training space, and an improvised, modest shooting range.
Her own assortement of knives, and blades were neatly hung along the left wall, while a small workbench and a number of her collection of guns sat against the right.
It wasn't a difficult place to find, being one of the few well-lit rooms in the cellar at all, and she knew Henry had an easier time using thier shared marks for location than Vincent.
However, she'd had the presence of mind to put post-it notes with arrows on them to poin the path from her own room ( where she had told Vincent to go) to her own little armory.
It was high time Vincent learned how to shoot....and Henry...well. Henry was ready to practice with live steel.
But more than that; Scarab wanted to learn from him.
She hadn't liked changing without knowing how...it bothered Scarab that her own body could change so drastically without her control.
Now, she simply waited. Alone with her thoughts, and too many of them were turning back to Frederick.
She hoped her brothers would show up soon so she could take her mind off of it's ceaseless circling.
Rating; PG for now, may be changed later
Characters;
noh_dancer Scarab, snarky_padre_v Vincent, wisdome_rcvr HenrySummary; Blades and Ballistics 101
Log;
Scarab ran the cleaning cloth over her sword again, and sighed for the umpteenth time.
Frederick was here still.
He was here, and he wanted to see her....
She was understandably upset, but for now there was nothing to be done for it.
Instead she held her katana up to look down the hilt across the blade lengthwise, as her master senseis had taught her, and satisfied that it was now free of tarnishing blood, lay it carefully beside her, and waited for Henry and Vincent.
There was a room just down the first flight of stairs to the cellar that had probably been originally intended as storage.
Scarab had taken it over, and while the others were settling in to thier rooms just after the move, she had been cleaning it out, and laying mats on the bare concrete floor.
The room itself was massive, and doubled as a safe training space, and an improvised, modest shooting range.
Her own assortement of knives, and blades were neatly hung along the left wall, while a small workbench and a number of her collection of guns sat against the right.
It wasn't a difficult place to find, being one of the few well-lit rooms in the cellar at all, and she knew Henry had an easier time using thier shared marks for location than Vincent.
However, she'd had the presence of mind to put post-it notes with arrows on them to poin the path from her own room ( where she had told Vincent to go) to her own little armory.
It was high time Vincent learned how to shoot....and Henry...well. Henry was ready to practice with live steel.
But more than that; Scarab wanted to learn from him.
She hadn't liked changing without knowing how...it bothered Scarab that her own body could change so drastically without her control.
Now, she simply waited. Alone with her thoughts, and too many of them were turning back to Frederick.
She hoped her brothers would show up soon so she could take her mind off of it's ceaseless circling.