Salle, Monday Afternoon, Post-Workshops.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Something...wasn't right with Sakurazaki. A signficant part of her felt that if she was so out of sorts, she shouldn't be concerned with training today, but another part of her knew that, if she couldn't work it out with the swing of Yuunagi, then it was pretty much hopeless.

Had she really overdone it this weekend with socialization, simply encountered too many people in too few days? Was it a feeling of some sort of impending doom, like something in her subconscious was telling her that something bad was going to happen? But it didn't feel like something bad. In fact, she was feeling incredibly good, once she got past the fact that she was just really, really out of it. Lighter, happier, a strange sort of fluttering in her chest.

Maybe it was a cold.

Still, something in her was very certain that it was something that she could not, would not admit to. Something that, when it came around in her line of thinking, caused her to nearly drop her sword. That couldn't be it....could it? No...of course not!

Needless to say, her training today was extremely distracted, signficantly not up to par.

[[swords' area's open!]]

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[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma peeks in and sees her training. He waves. //Uh... I was lookin' for ya. Thought I might find ya down here. So this is the room you got huh?//

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Typically, Sakurazaki would notice another person right away. Today was not a typical day for her. Yuunagi clatters to the floor as a sudden voice makes her jump.

//"Damn it!"// Her fists clench and she's half tempted to punch the wall, but she stops herself, because, yeah, that would hurt. She reaches down to to pick up Yuunagi, then turns to see who it is. And is taken slightly aback. Sure, he spoke Japanese, but she was expecting Peter or Alphonse or...someone like that. Certainly not Ranma.

//"Oh, hi, Ranma. And, yeah, this is the room. Pretty small, isn't it? But at least it's something."// She sheaths Yuunagi, holds the nodachi at her side.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

//'s that your sword? It's really long.// DIRTY

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki nods, holding the sword up for display. //"Geez, I've never heard that one before; you're so clever. Yuunagi's a nodachi. It's the prefered blade of the Shinmei Ryuu."//

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

//I dunno much about swords.// He addmits willingly. //Sorry to interupt if your busy I'll just wait til later.//

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki sigh a little, tucking the sword back at her hip again. //"I'm training like crap today, anyway. I don't know what's gotten into me. Even walked into the wrong common room, thinking it was the one on our floor, but I was one floor up. Got free muffins out of the deal, though..."//

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

//Well then maybe today's not the best day...// He bites his lip, suddenly regreting his choice.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

There's another sigh; Sakurazaki lifts her blade slightly, inspecting its smooth sheath howsthatfordirty. //"Well, that's the thing. Training's the only thing I can think to do right now that won't make me go completely crazy."//

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

//Well I was gonna ask if you wanted to spar with me...//

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

A flash of excitement suddenly flashes across her eyes, but it disappears in a frown. //"There's no sparring in the salle, Ranma. Besides, you can't use a sword."//

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

He laughs. //No I meant in the gym. And you can use a wooden sword there but I'm fighin' without one.//

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

//"It wouldn't be a fair match if I used a sword and you didn't."// Sakurazaki grins; a spar would be good to get rid of all of her sudden strangeness. Assuming that it didn't catch up with her in the fight and cause her to lose horribly. But there was only one way to find out.

After securing Yuunagi back in the weapons' locker, Sakurazaki nods. //"Let's go. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/689067.html)"//