[Hymn #26] [Movement]

[nightcrossed]

[Tear is on break at the cafe. She's out back practicing strikes and blocks with a broom since the manager is making her leave her weapons at home these days (they scare off the costumers, he says). Some of her hair is falling out of her ponytail at this point, and she'll doubtless have to fix it before the manager allows her to go back to waiting tables.

Fighting air isn't quite the same as sparring with Legretta, but at least she can relearn the motions, and at least the movement interrupts her thinking about what Van might be doing back in her own world.]

(I wonder how I can get back. Are hunting down suspicious objects and being present when the island does something strange going to be enough?)

[Swing.]

(Van. What are you up to? Who else have you dragged into this?)

[Swing.]

(I don't understand. Is this "Score" really such a terrible thing? What is it exactly and why do you hate it so much?)

[Swing.]

(I'm so sure there are people around me suffering right now. Rena seemed sad... I need to do something.)

[Swings harder. The motions yanks at the muscles in her arms and forces her to stop.]

Comments

[hungryprincess.livejournal.com]

Oh, excuse me! Is this not the correct entrance to the cafe?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Turns, brushing the loose strands of hair out of her face.]

Well, normally customers enter through the front entrance.

[Duty calls.]

Nevertheless. Can I help you with anything?

[hungryprincess.livejournal.com]

I couldn't say. I scarcely know what I want, let alone what you can provide.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

If you'll give me a moment, I can find you a table and a menu. This is a cafe, so we specialize in pastries and sandwiches, but we serve other items as well.

[Studies her for a moment.]

Are you feeling all right? You look rather pale.
Perhaps it's the sun...

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Whoa! You sure swing a mean broom, Tear.

1/2

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

2/2

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

I suppose... There's not much else to do during breaks, and I was hoping to take my mind off things.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Most people relax on their break. *chuckle*

What's bothering you?

[extreme-stars.livejournal.com]

Um... Hi, Tear! What are you doing?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

Oh, Estelle.

[She pauses and sets the broom down, making some attempt to fix her hair.]

I'm on my break, so I thought I'd use it to train. I can't very well call myself an Oracle Knight if I can't fight efficiently, now can I?

[extreme-stars.livejournal.com]

I really don't think you have to worry about fighting here, but I guess it is important to stay in shape. I used to fence back home, maybe we could train together sometime!

[fate-cleaver.livejournal.com]

[Watches; she's a bit concerned and a bit curious, but doesn't want to bother Tear.]

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Stops for a breather.]

...?

Rena. Is something the matter?

[fate-cleaver.livejournal.com]

O-Oh, nope! Nothing at all! I'm just, um...picking up!

[She frantically attempts to appear as though she had been in the middle of picking up some dirty dishes and knocks over a pile of forks onto the floor in the process.]

Uuu...

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

*Arturia comes, initially lured by the faint aroma of a nice snack, but stops, head titled slightly to study Tear's form...*

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Tear, having recovered from the earlier strain, and still having about ten minutes of her break left, twirls the broom in an arc, stopping when the broom's above her head, and then strikes out at the air with it. She prepares to follow up with another strike, but she has misjudged herself. The broom clatters to the ground as her arm cramps up again, leaving the brunette standing there, gasping for air, and wincing from the stinging in her limbs.]

...ow...

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

Excuse me. *She shortly declares as she steps in towards Tear.*

What is the problem? Show me your arm.

[fluorite-flux.livejournal.com]

*suddenly blocks one strike with the bo-staff he occasionally carries with him on patrol*

^.^ Looking for a partner?

(( OOC: Ehehe, sorry for the random late reply? ))

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Where had he come from all of a sudden? Tear hadn't heard him approaching, nor had she seen him step in until there he was, blocking her strike. She stared at Fay in silence for a moment before withdrawing. He must be quite a formidable opponent when he got serious.]

Not particularly, but I don't suppose I'd mind having one.

[Her expression lightened considerably, but she remained alert, just in case.]

[fluorite-flux.livejournal.com]

I have been having to do some training myself, to learn to compensate for my blind spot.

*pulls the staff back, waiting for her next strike*

[mokomanjuu.livejournal.com]

*watches from atop a nearby fence*

Tear remembered something about fighting, huh?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Tear turns her attention to Mokona and visibly, VISIBLY (XD) brightens.]

Mokona! It's been a while! ♥

...I have, but only some.
That's why I'm practicing whenever I can! It might be that I've had more training than what I remember, so I'm seeking out my own potential.

[mokomanjuu.livejournal.com]

Tear sounds like a true warrior! ♥

[fluorite-flux.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* You ar always so insightful to speak with.

I can remember being happy at my king's side, so I can understand any anxiety I might have had at being seperated from him. But, aside from that, being my younger self again left an overall … unpleasant feeling.

*something gave him the feeling he was understating that*

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

I'm... not really...

Yes, I understand. I can't say that I think it would be an easy thing to remember.

It seems like the more you know, the less certain you are. This is just from my experience, though.

But at least there were times when you were happy. It's best to focus on the good things when you can, rather than dwelling on the bad things constantly. Hardships will come inevitably. Happy things are far too rare not to take a brief moment to appreciate them fully.

[Would almost tell Fay about what she's remembered about her own childhood, but thinks it's a bad idea.]