Interruptions (Active / Open)
Characters: Dante and Celes (and anyone who feels like bothering their snarkfest lol)
Content: A fighter goes in for training and comes out with a random newbie
Location: Bryant Park
Time of day: afternoon
Warnings: Um.. snark... yeah let's go with that
Celes wasn't all that fond of having an audience when she was training, or even any time in general, but with the patrols going on now, she had been forced to change her schedule around just a little bit.. Not that she really minded much anyway.
Stepping through Bryant Park, she stopped near a fountain. The last time she'd been here to train was when she'd ended up sparring with Kurogane. It felt like ages ago. Drawing her swords, she stepped up onto the rim of the fountain and began to stretch her muscles out. It took a little time to make sure she wouldn't pull anything while she was training, but once she was sure of that, she began her routine.
Arms first, wrists snapping around seemlessly, twirling the blades as if they were merely bracelets and not deadly weapons. From there, her arms began to move around her body and once they were used to the weight of the blades again, she began moving the rest of her body, striking and blocking an invisible foe.
It was a dance, one she was extremely familiar with by this point, and by the time her body had lent itself fully to the dance, her mind was on entirely different plane of existence. She wasn't even paying attention on a conscious level, though that didn't mean she wasn't prepared for someone to walk up to her. Anyone who attempted to sneak up on her would be greeted with a sword pointed in their direction. The general took no chances.
Content: A fighter goes in for training and comes out with a random newbie
Location: Bryant Park
Time of day: afternoon
Warnings: Um.. snark... yeah let's go with that
Celes wasn't all that fond of having an audience when she was training, or even any time in general, but with the patrols going on now, she had been forced to change her schedule around just a little bit.. Not that she really minded much anyway.
Stepping through Bryant Park, she stopped near a fountain. The last time she'd been here to train was when she'd ended up sparring with Kurogane. It felt like ages ago. Drawing her swords, she stepped up onto the rim of the fountain and began to stretch her muscles out. It took a little time to make sure she wouldn't pull anything while she was training, but once she was sure of that, she began her routine.
Arms first, wrists snapping around seemlessly, twirling the blades as if they were merely bracelets and not deadly weapons. From there, her arms began to move around her body and once they were used to the weight of the blades again, she began moving the rest of her body, striking and blocking an invisible foe.
It was a dance, one she was extremely familiar with by this point, and by the time her body had lent itself fully to the dance, her mind was on entirely different plane of existence. She wasn't even paying attention on a conscious level, though that didn't mean she wasn't prepared for someone to walk up to her. Anyone who attempted to sneak up on her would be greeted with a sword pointed in their direction. The general took no chances.