The Salle; Late Morning to Afternoon.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

It was Thursday, so Setsuna was training. Even if she was a little later than she usually would have been, she certainly felt like she had enough on her mind to hack and slash and be annoyed about as well as a cool new icon to use.

Unlike her usual sessions, though, she was feeling extremely distractable today.


[[ salle's open ]]

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[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

Hikaru went to reach for the Salle door handle but..his hand went through. "..." Oh well. When doors don't work, you just walk right through.

With his new invisa-form, Hikaru decided it was time to try and act stealthy. He ducked low and crept around the edges of the Salle, hoping that in the end he could sneak up on her or something ninja-y and cool.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Spinning around in a practise arc of her sword, Setsuna's head snapped toward the door as she struck the end pose in the form and her skirt settled. That was..strange. She didn't hear the door open, but she could have sword she saw someone come in. But there wasn't anyone there. She drew in a light breath, frowning, before returning to her work. She sure was off today...

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

Sneaky, sneaky. Hikaru was doing his best to quietly creep up behind her, waiting until she was done with her next form to reveal himself.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

With the typical flair of her twirling blade, Setsuna let out small sounds with each strike of her sword as she executed another series of forms, lifting her chin sharply as she settled down into the finishing position, taking that moment she always did to imagine the limbs and heads of the pretend enemies she'd just sliced falling off to litter the battlefield.

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

"When you're in a real fight, do you really pause for this long? What if they aren't dead yet?" Hikaru's head popped up in front of her, tilted a little from the question.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna jumped, taking a step back and hand immediately going to Yuunagi's hilt. The thing that held her back was that she recognized the voice as Hikaru's and, when she saw the face (kind of?) to correspond with it, she immediately relaxed.

Damn. He was getting really good at this sort of thing. It was enough to make her smile slightly despite her shame that she had been snuck up on.

"How long have you been here?" she asked him.

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

"A few minutes. I infiltrated your base." He grinned, forgetting for a moment that it would have been a little harder had he not been partially translucent.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna was reluctant to say it, but she grinned as she pointed out, "We're even now, then."

And then she went to poke him, fascinated by the strange transparant look of him. She was actually surprised that her finger passed through his shoulder, instead of it yeilding. "What is this, a spell or something?"

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Henry snuck into the salle. He'd been meaning to apologise for what happened a few weeks ago, but had of course been chickening out.
He steeled his nerves. "Good afternoon, Setsuna."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

What was with her today? She was off, because when Setsuna saw Henry there, she nearly dropped Yuunagi, and her face paled, eyes widened. The last remaining person to apologize to, and, for some reason, the one she'd been putting off, the one she hadn't been looking forward to at all.

...Ha. 'Some reason.' Setsuna knew exactly what the reason was.

Shoulders stiffened and blade lowered to a prone position, Setsuna nodded. "Good afternoon, Henry...."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Henry failed to maintain eye contact. "How have your classes been?"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Setsuna had a feeling that Henry hadn't come down here to talk about classes. "They're...good; yours?"

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

He nodded nervously. "Fine." Ugh, he wasn't getting anywhere; just starting up an awkward conversation. He took a breath.
"Setsuna, I wanted to apologise for my actions during that...awkward weekend."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna frowned deeply. "You wanted to apologise? Henry, what in the world do you have to apologise for? If there's anyone who should be making with apologies, it's me. I'm the one who was the completely shameless cad all weekend, not you."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Henry shook his head, and finally pulled his gaze from the floor to look her in the eye. "But that wasn't your fault! People were actung weird all weekend!"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Just because it wasn't really me," Setsuna said, with a tone of insistence, "actions were done in my name that hurt and shamed others, so I am still, to a certain degree, responsible. Please know, Henry, that I would never truly act in such a disgraceful and disrespectful manner, toward you or anyone..."

She paused, looking at him significantly, as she drew in a breath. "Nor would I have ran away from the responsibilities of my actions like I did that...that last night, when...when you..."

She trailed off, because she still wasn't entirely sure what exactly that was. But recalling it made her chest clamp up tightly in worry and concern.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy felt he should get some practicing done with his sword, so he headed for the salle to do just that. He started slowly, intending to build up to the jumping around bit.

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A thin edge of shadow crept under the door to the salle bringing a chill into the room.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy paused a moment at the draft. Someone leave a window open or something?

[fh_extras]

The shadow swirled along the edge of the room, the temperature continuing to drop.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Okay, seriously what the hell? Billy looked around, trying to find the source of the draft. It was very distracting.

[fh_extras]

Coalescing as Billy turned away, the shadow rushed towards him, swooping and swirling into and through him

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"What the hell?" Billy shouted, swiping his sword at the thing as it charged him, gasping as it passed through him.

[fh_extras]

The shadow paid little attention to the sword or to Billy as it focused solely on feeding off his warmth and strength

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John showed up, wanting to beat something with a stick. Cathartic, his ass.