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fandomhighdorms2006-11-08 03:21 pm
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The Salle; Wednesday Morning.
Bearing her nodachi and a a grim expression, Setsuna Sakurazaki threw herself into her training that morning without abandon. Things had proved to her, once again, that this was the only thing consistent in her life; the swing of the blade, the rush of her wind attacks, the flips and spins and jumps. Until the day her arms were cut off or her legs destroyed, her heart stabbed and yanked out of her chest cavity, she would be a warrior.
She'd forgotten that. It was time to go back.
It appeared as though she was not the only warrior spirit nearby that morning. A few of the trolls had taken to watching her carefully, then immitating her, forming neat little ranks and following her example. Setsuna Sakurazaki did not notice the trolls; she was too caught up in her work to realize that she was unwittingly raising an army of Shinmei Ryuu trolls armed with clubs.
[[ salle's open, though Set does have RL german class to go to first ]]
She'd forgotten that. It was time to go back.
It appeared as though she was not the only warrior spirit nearby that morning. A few of the trolls had taken to watching her carefully, then immitating her, forming neat little ranks and following her example. Setsuna Sakurazaki did not notice the trolls; she was too caught up in her work to realize that she was unwittingly raising an army of Shinmei Ryuu trolls armed with clubs.
[[ salle's open, though Set does have RL german class to go to first ]]