Salle [Monday, Morning]

[withasword.livejournal.com]

This week was really not letting up, was it? If anything it was getting worse. Friday had been a nice distraction, and temporary solution, but that restless energy had popped back with a vengeance in no time at all. What was with that? Not that she was really complaining, because it wasn’t a horrible feeling, just... Confusing.

In an effort to ease the twitchy feeling, Kate was taking everything out on an unsuspecting dummy. In her mind, the answer to every problem was to kick things. Hard and multiple times. Slayer had been set aside for now, because as much as she loved some time with her sword, she just didn’t trust herself with anything sharp today. That required a little more concentration than her wandering mind was up to today.

Of course, it still didn’t really seem to be helping, but Gods be damned if she wasn’t still trying.

[[open salle, but with likely work-related SP from my end. ]]

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[withasword.livejournal.com]

"The mages trapped the only troll in Atlanta in a sleeping spell under the Johnson Ferry Bridge. It hasn't eaten anyone lately."

But yeah, it was about the same.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

A beat.

"Interesting," Wesley said after a moment. He made a mental note to ask Giles whether Atlanta was on a Hellmouth. "Er. Apparently there was an issue with a troll in Sunnydale a week or so ago," he offered. "But as I understand it, he was, ah, transported to an alternate dimension quickly enough."

So... yay for that.