The Salle, Tuesday Afternoon

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

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.

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Quinn came further into the salle. "I thought stabbing people was kind of the point of this."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it is. But I prefer to use mine for protection."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Protection," Quinn echoed. "Hobby? Or are you from one of those creepy worlds where you have to fight all the time?"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Creepy?" Well, that was a new description of it. "We've just concluded a war, if that's what you mean."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Y'know, like the places we got sucked to a couple weeks back. Dead things and monsters and water you can't drink," Quinn explained, making a face. "I met a girl who said her home is like that, except with zombies."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"...a lot of zombies?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Quinn said, frowning. "Is there really a good number of zombies?"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"The occasional one is fine," Maladicta replied. "Annoying, though."