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tampered2008-10-10 09:08 pm
i-themagician.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-10-10 09:08 pm
log; in progress
When; Friday, October 10th, late morning or early afternoon.
Rating; PG for now.
Characters; Sakurazuka Seishirou (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sakurazuka_san) and Clow Reed (i_themagician)
Summary; In one of the first duels of the tournament so far, Clow and Seishirou finally have the opportunity to test their skill against one another. Except, one of them would appear to be at a disadvantage...
Log;
Clow stalked into the center of the dusty arena, eyes on the ground lest there be something there he might trip over. Not that he could really see if there were, but he had a better chance if he were at least looking. Taking his place, he straightened up and looked about him at the strange and enormous unfocused mass that stood in for the rest of the world while he wasn't wearing his glasses. He had stopped just short of begging Lucy to return them but she would hear none of it, apparently not caring that he had a tournament to lose. Yes, you'd think that whatever he had done to get that far in the doghouse with her would have been interesting, but he honestly couldn't remember anything in particular. Pity, that.
Fingering his staff, he waited to feel the presence of his opponent in the arena - soon, now. Even if blinded, the magician did his best to maintain his composure. He managed to only look tense and not nervous or distraught as one might expect to feel in his position. Even as he creased his brows and gave a long sigh, he gave little away.
Rating; PG for now.
Characters; Sakurazuka Seishirou (
sakurazuka_san) and Clow Reed (i_themagician)Summary; In one of the first duels of the tournament so far, Clow and Seishirou finally have the opportunity to test their skill against one another. Except, one of them would appear to be at a disadvantage...
Log;
Clow stalked into the center of the dusty arena, eyes on the ground lest there be something there he might trip over. Not that he could really see if there were, but he had a better chance if he were at least looking. Taking his place, he straightened up and looked about him at the strange and enormous unfocused mass that stood in for the rest of the world while he wasn't wearing his glasses. He had stopped just short of begging Lucy to return them but she would hear none of it, apparently not caring that he had a tournament to lose. Yes, you'd think that whatever he had done to get that far in the doghouse with her would have been interesting, but he honestly couldn't remember anything in particular. Pity, that.
Fingering his staff, he waited to feel the presence of his opponent in the arena - soon, now. Even if blinded, the magician did his best to maintain his composure. He managed to only look tense and not nervous or distraught as one might expect to feel in his position. Even as he creased his brows and gave a long sigh, he gave little away.