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tampered2007-09-17 12:32 pm
therippling.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-09-17 12:32 pm
Log; Complete
When; Sept. 17th, morning
Rating; PG-13 (blood/violence)
Characters; Ophelia {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
therippling} & Kiyone {better_third}
Summary; Raring for a fight, Ophelia starts looking at the two captains Noitora has pointed her to, but one of their third seats has a bit of a problem with letting the sword-happy Claymore anywhere near her captain, let alone near him with a sword. Which means it's playtime.
Log;
Ophelia was excited.
A little smile on her face, trees and scenery rushing by and the familiar sound of her feet, the metal armor on her shins and their oiled clinks. Run, run, run, faster, faster, faster until she reached her prey.
This girl was weak, so it wouldn't be a real fight. It would be a little game.
The Claymore skidded to a halt when she reached the edge of the forest, always tentative before she stepped out of it. The world beyond it, the manicured gardens and the structures, the City and it's buildings, were unfamiliar to her, scary and unreal, but she sometimes had to brave them. ... Not that she was scared.
"Little girl?~" Ophelia unslung her large blade, twirling it around expertly as she childishly goose-stepped out from the shadows of the trees that bordered against the back of the temple.
"Are you ready to play?"
Rating; PG-13 (blood/violence)
Characters; Ophelia {
therippling} & Kiyone {better_third}Summary; Raring for a fight, Ophelia starts looking at the two captains Noitora has pointed her to, but one of their third seats has a bit of a problem with letting the sword-happy Claymore anywhere near her captain, let alone near him with a sword. Which means it's playtime.
Log;
Ophelia was excited.
A little smile on her face, trees and scenery rushing by and the familiar sound of her feet, the metal armor on her shins and their oiled clinks. Run, run, run, faster, faster, faster until she reached her prey.
This girl was weak, so it wouldn't be a real fight. It would be a little game.
The Claymore skidded to a halt when she reached the edge of the forest, always tentative before she stepped out of it. The world beyond it, the manicured gardens and the structures, the City and it's buildings, were unfamiliar to her, scary and unreal, but she sometimes had to brave them. ... Not that she was scared.
"Little girl?~" Ophelia unslung her large blade, twirling it around expertly as she childishly goose-stepped out from the shadows of the trees that bordered against the back of the temple.
"Are you ready to play?"