fandomhighdorms | Salle, Thursday Afternoon

Surreal was still feeling disjointed by this Realm, these people, and so decided to entertain herself in the best way she knew how.

Violence.

To be fair, it wasn't as if anyone around here knew how to play Cradle.

She carefully pinned the life-sized drawing that Sadi had made for her onto a practice dummy. A precise anatomically-correct painting of a male, with each of his major organs painted in (realistically, no less) for her to practice on. Daemon had made a few of them for her to practice on with her blades, going over the physiology of fighting with Surreal as she sat and watched.

Surreal called in Titian's stiletto, letting the familiar weight soothe her for a moment before she began going through her drills. Up, spin, left, stab and cut upwards under the ribs, withdraw. Again. Working on her speed and precision as her muscles memorized angles and combinations. A live partner would be even better, but this would do for now.

[Open salle is open, but may be SP depending on work.]