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fandomhighdorms2010-08-17 03:52 pm
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The Salle, Tuesday Afternoon
After retrieving her sword from the weapon's locker, Maladicta was going to at least pretend to practice with it.
This somehow meant prodding the practice dummy with the dulled tip* with a half-hearted sort of interest. It was a start, at least. Somewhere, she was sure Blouse was despairing in her.
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*There was very little need for a sharp blade when you could muster enough force to put it through a wall. If one were so inclined.
This somehow meant prodding the practice dummy with the dulled tip* with a half-hearted sort of interest. It was a start, at least. Somewhere, she was sure Blouse was despairing in her.
[[Open!]]
*There was very little need for a sharp blade when you could muster enough force to put it through a wall. If one were so inclined.