http://bound2blade.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-02-01 10:59 am
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The Salle; Late Morning to Afternoon.

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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[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"What the hell?" Billy shouted, swiping his sword at the thing as it charged him, gasping as it passed through him.

[personal profile] fh_extras 2007-02-01 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The shadow paid little attention to the sword or to Billy as it focused solely on feeding off his warmth and strength

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gaaah!" Billy gasped and tried to escape the thing, diving to the side, swiping once more.

[personal profile] fh_extras 2007-02-01 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy's vision may have grown dark as the cold increased. Sliding easily along with Billy's dive, the shadow swirled into him again.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy cast about for aid. Something to drive this thing off.

[personal profile] fh_extras 2007-02-01 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Having sapped its fill of Billy's strength and warmth, the shadow encompassed Billy one last time before pooling onto the ground again and disappearing among the more benign shadows of the room.

The cold, however, remained.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy lay there, gasping, and looking around wildly.

"What. The hell. Was that?!"

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2007-02-02 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
It was really hard not to pay attention to Billy, although Setsuna, knowing he knew his stuff and rather tired of distractions, really, tried. She was willing to mark it up to just plain crazy, but she couldn't help but be a little conscerned. Sheathing Yuunagi, she drifted over with a frown. "Everything okay, Billy?"

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-02 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Billy struggled to his feet, still looking around, sword held at the ready. "Where'd it go?!"

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2007-02-02 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Setsuna cautiously followed Billy's eyes, hand hovering over Yuunagi's hilt, and saw nothing. "Where...where did what go?" she asked, confused.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-02 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Her question cut through his haze. "You, you didn't see it?"

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-02 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"The...it came out of......oh god." She didn't see it. Had it even really been there?

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2007-02-02 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
The frown deepened. "Are you sure you're feeling okay, Billy?"

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-02-02 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Billy didn't hear her. "Oh god," he was muttering. "This isn't happening." He hurried from the salle, muttering to himself.

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2007-02-02 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Setsuna's worry increased even more. This was a really off day. And it wasn't even the weekend yet...
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