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Who: Lightning and ANYONE
When: Sometime in the last couple of days. After her talk with Sephiroth, she was feeling pissy and restless.
Where: Planet's Core--the first real open area she could find where she didn't have company (yet).
What: As I said, she's restless from her bitchfest with Sephiroth, so in the early hours of the morning she silently made off with Serah's bullwhip and headed to the first empty area she could find. If she was gonna teach her sister to use this thing, she was going to have to get good at herself. (If you need an excuse for your character to be here? I'm sure the whipping sounds carried through the crystal.)
Type: Log or Action-tags, whatever works for you. |D
Notes/Warnings: Open to as many threads as you guys want.
Crack! Lightning scowled, drawing the bullwhip up to examine the end of it in her palm. The crack had been more satisfying that time, but the weapon still felt foreign in her hand. Of course it did--it could inflict injury, definitely, but it could never be as effective as a blade of some sword, or even a bow. But this was the weapon Serah was given, and she wanted to learn. And Lightning refused to say no to her sister, especially not on the grounds of, 'well, I don't really know how to use it'.
But it had potential. Perhaps, if she found someone good with weapon-forging to embed some sort of blade-edge near the tip...
Shaking her head, she lashed the whip out with another, even sharper crack, instantly jerking it around to the side for a third one. If she kept the momentum, that wasn't so hard... But it wasn't exactly the easiest to maneuver. With a sword, she could swing it around to block if the need arose. But a whip in motion could easily lash back and snap the wielder in the eye, if they aren't careful.
Much like Sephoroth's bullheadedness was going to take out his eye, figuratively of course. Or perhaps even worse. Then he'd have an excuse to be so blind.
At the start, he'd seemed level. A good candidate for leadership if any existed, especially seeing as she planned to remain exempt, her and the rest of the l'Cie. But she'd been proven wrong, by the supposed General himself. She wasn't so much angry at his arrogance and closed-mindedness as she was angry at herself for putting what little trust she'd put in him. It was a spot on her record that she wished had never occurred. She wasn't excited to tell Hope she'd changed her mind, not in the slightest.
She realized then that she'd spent the last chunk of a minute standing and thinking, and with a growl under her breath she snapped back into action, whip lashing out with yet another crack! There was too much to do to just stand around. Whether Sephiroth was willing to acknowledge it or not, she knew Chaos wouldn't be this quiet without something up their sleeve. If she weren't training with the whip, she'd be training with her blade, or doing target practice with her gun, or drilling Hope or Vanille or even Serah, or... something, anything that could get them closer to winning this idiotic war and getting them home.
Nevermind that all that waited for Hope back home was turning Cie'th.
Crack!
When: Sometime in the last couple of days. After her talk with Sephiroth, she was feeling pissy and restless.
Where: Planet's Core--the first real open area she could find where she didn't have company (yet).
What: As I said, she's restless from her bitchfest with Sephiroth, so in the early hours of the morning she silently made off with Serah's bullwhip and headed to the first empty area she could find. If she was gonna teach her sister to use this thing, she was going to have to get good at herself. (If you need an excuse for your character to be here? I'm sure the whipping sounds carried through the crystal.)
Type: Log or Action-tags, whatever works for you. |D
Notes/Warnings: Open to as many threads as you guys want.
Crack! Lightning scowled, drawing the bullwhip up to examine the end of it in her palm. The crack had been more satisfying that time, but the weapon still felt foreign in her hand. Of course it did--it could inflict injury, definitely, but it could never be as effective as a blade of some sword, or even a bow. But this was the weapon Serah was given, and she wanted to learn. And Lightning refused to say no to her sister, especially not on the grounds of, 'well, I don't really know how to use it'.
But it had potential. Perhaps, if she found someone good with weapon-forging to embed some sort of blade-edge near the tip...
Shaking her head, she lashed the whip out with another, even sharper crack, instantly jerking it around to the side for a third one. If she kept the momentum, that wasn't so hard... But it wasn't exactly the easiest to maneuver. With a sword, she could swing it around to block if the need arose. But a whip in motion could easily lash back and snap the wielder in the eye, if they aren't careful.
Much like Sephoroth's bullheadedness was going to take out his eye, figuratively of course. Or perhaps even worse. Then he'd have an excuse to be so blind.
At the start, he'd seemed level. A good candidate for leadership if any existed, especially seeing as she planned to remain exempt, her and the rest of the l'Cie. But she'd been proven wrong, by the supposed General himself. She wasn't so much angry at his arrogance and closed-mindedness as she was angry at herself for putting what little trust she'd put in him. It was a spot on her record that she wished had never occurred. She wasn't excited to tell Hope she'd changed her mind, not in the slightest.
She realized then that she'd spent the last chunk of a minute standing and thinking, and with a growl under her breath she snapped back into action, whip lashing out with yet another crack! There was too much to do to just stand around. Whether Sephiroth was willing to acknowledge it or not, she knew Chaos wouldn't be this quiet without something up their sleeve. If she weren't training with the whip, she'd be training with her blade, or doing target practice with her gun, or drilling Hope or Vanille or even Serah, or... something, anything that could get them closer to winning this idiotic war and getting them home.
Nevermind that all that waited for Hope back home was turning Cie'th.
Crack!