[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]

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.