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Characters: Reno and Cissnei
Location: Training Center
Rating: PG13? Will keep this updated as needed. o9
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed and In Progress!
Summary: Cissnei needs to blow off some steam; Reno offers to help.
[ Restless.
She hates the feeling, hates it like nothing else, and it's been this way for as long as Cissnei remembers-- she needs something to do, needs a direction to go towards. Sitting still... well, even after the large shock of the Garden suddenly coming down like that, she's still somewhat fidgety. At first it had been hard to figure out what the problem was, exactly (after all, she wasn't lacking in any physical necessities and certainly had the luxury of time on her hands), but then it had dawned on her.
She misses the hunt. She misses the thrill of it, the danger, and even though there had been times back home when neither danger nor thrill were to be found (doing surveillance during boring nights), there'd still been the off-chance that she could find it herself.
Well. She would find it now, then. Entering the Training Center with the familiar and long-missed dance of energy inside her, she looks about for her fellow Turk. Good old Reno. She could always count on him to back her up. ]
Location: Training Center
Rating: PG13? Will keep this updated as needed. o9
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed and In Progress!
Summary: Cissnei needs to blow off some steam; Reno offers to help.
[ Restless.
She hates the feeling, hates it like nothing else, and it's been this way for as long as Cissnei remembers-- she needs something to do, needs a direction to go towards. Sitting still... well, even after the large shock of the Garden suddenly coming down like that, she's still somewhat fidgety. At first it had been hard to figure out what the problem was, exactly (after all, she wasn't lacking in any physical necessities and certainly had the luxury of time on her hands), but then it had dawned on her.
She misses the hunt. She misses the thrill of it, the danger, and even though there had been times back home when neither danger nor thrill were to be found (doing surveillance during boring nights), there'd still been the off-chance that she could find it herself.
Well. She would find it now, then. Entering the Training Center with the familiar and long-missed dance of energy inside her, she looks about for her fellow Turk. Good old Reno. She could always count on him to back her up. ]