[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

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

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

What is the problem? Show me your arm.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

Eh? [Tear looks up, somewhat surprised that she's being watched again XD.]

Oh, this is nothing.

I just got a little carried away, I guess. It's really nothing to worry about, since I'm quite capable of healing myself.

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

Are your skills in first aid, or in healing magic? *She questioned with a stoic sort of urgency as she took Tear's hand and slowly urged her to stretch her arm while rubbing the muscles*

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

Healing artes, as a matter of fact. It's a technique called "First Aid", although I don't believe it's quite the same as normal medical practices.

[Tear held her arm out, palm up, rather awkwardly, then made a motion with her free hand, already beginning to gather a few fonons so that her fingers were glowing slightly.]

I... could show you. My abilities seem to work just fine on minor injuries and strains such as this.

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

*Saber let go of Tear out of concern her strange magical resistance might somehow intefere* Alright then.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[There was a bright flash of light as a glyph appeared above Tear's arm. A second later the light vanished and the Oracle Knight bent her arm a few times with ease to test it.]

See? Good as new.
But thank you for your concern.

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

Impressive.

Hm... still... are you sure you're alright? You were cramped, were you not? You should rest and massage the muscle, and drink a good deal of water.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

It's typical of seventh fonists where I come from, although not everyone is a seventh fonist.

[Tear waved an arm as if to wave off the other girl's apparent concern.]

I'm positive. I'll be sure to take it easy for the rest of the day and stay hydrated.

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

Alright then.

Are you a swordsman...?

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not a swordsman, although I have wielded one before.

My training was specifically in the use of staff and knives, although it would seem I'm more suited for performing artes from a distance than engaging in close combat.

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

Hm, a shame then...

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

Are you looking for a swordsman?

[britishlionking.livejournal.com]

My sparring partner has disappeared.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

There are a number of men on this island who can fight with a sword, and at least one who carries two. Maybe one of those people would be willing to replace your old sparring partner.