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tampered2007-06-17 02:16 am
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Log; Ongoing
When; June 16th, Nighttime
Rating; Pg-13 for violence
Characters; Ishida Uryuu [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anti_buttons]; Zaheela [henkonasuisho]
Summary; A harmless little spar between two friends. What harm could come out of that?
Log;
The monitor clicked shut as the hour drew near and she turned the laptop off before slipping it into the cloth carrier she had purchased recently and tied it to a branch. Zaheela had snuck out, but it would most likely would have been disregarded and forgotten. She also didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to care, but she did feel the need to get out of the room. It had been stuffy and made her feel a bit claustrophobic. When Ishida, somewhat boneheadedly she mentally added,at the very least the man could of put it as a private note sent word of his acceptance to a small spar, she accepted without hesitation.
Zaheela didn't underestimate his skills, having seen them first hand, and she didn't leave the chance that he knew the techniques described in the report she had been asked to deliver factored into her theories of his fighting abilities. However, she noted, how green he was to the rules of battle. Too much emotion, too little caution, and Zaheela supposed he would underestimate her, as most did.
Was it the boobs? Biting back a groan, she watched the clearing where they had agreed to meet, and the moment he appeared, walking past her tree, she dove down, out of her perch in shadowed canopy of the tree. Flicking a small rock past his head, she drew twin blades from their sheaths with a click, swinging as soon as she got close enough. It would be the only warning he'd get of her her sneak attack from the air.
Rating; Pg-13 for violence
Characters; Ishida Uryuu [
anti_buttons]; Zaheela [henkonasuisho]Summary; A harmless little spar between two friends. What harm could come out of that?
Log;
The monitor clicked shut as the hour drew near and she turned the laptop off before slipping it into the cloth carrier she had purchased recently and tied it to a branch. Zaheela had snuck out, but it would most likely would have been disregarded and forgotten. She also didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to care, but she did feel the need to get out of the room. It had been stuffy and made her feel a bit claustrophobic. When Ishida, somewhat boneheadedly she mentally added,
Zaheela didn't underestimate his skills, having seen them first hand, and she didn't leave the chance that he knew the techniques described in the report she had been asked to deliver factored into her theories of his fighting abilities. However, she noted, how green he was to the rules of battle. Too much emotion, too little caution, and Zaheela supposed he would underestimate her, as most did.
Was it the boobs? Biting back a groan, she watched the clearing where they had agreed to meet, and the moment he appeared, walking past her tree, she dove down, out of her perch in shadowed canopy of the tree. Flicking a small rock past his head, she drew twin blades from their sheaths with a click, swinging as soon as she got close enough. It would be the only warning he'd get of her her sneak attack from the air.