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[feathered_earth]

Characters: Cara (feathered_earth) and Fallen (sauntersthrough)
Date/Time: March 9th, eight-thirty in the morning because who wants to sleep in on a Saturday =D
Location: Weapons shop, then the dojo
Rating: PG
Summary: Cara helping people to learn how to use weapons, part 1

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[sauntersthrough]

Fallen was furious.

He had been furious for the past several days. Ever since Cle's death, he'd been mired between complete, overtaking sorrow and anger so great he was almost afraid of himself, wanting to lash out at anyone and everyone. He'd been drifting between the two extremes until Aurora's comments last night finally made him snap.

Something had to be done. He didn't care what. But something.

He made his way to the weapons stall, slightly irritated at the early hour, but not anywhere near enough to not show up. This was more important by far than anything else he could be doing at this time of day, even sleeping. If he was to protect his friends, he'd have to learn something more than what he knew. Demon or not - this was necessary.

East would not disappear the way Diana had.

[feathered_earth]

Cara soon spotted the tall figure heading towards her. He didn't look too happy and a bit like this was not the hour of the day he would have liked to be out and about, and with nobody else around it must have been Fallen.

She smiled, even though he probably wouldn't be in a smiling mood for a good while... which Cara couldn't blame him for at all. "Hello," she said. "I'm Cara--you must be Fallen. Let's get started." She ducked into the stall and motioned for him to follow her into the rows of weaponry, pausing to prop her spear up against one of the supports.

[sauntersthrough]

He blinked at her enthusiasm and allowed himself a small smile in return. It wouldn't help anyone to be unpleasant to Cara, who'd only been trying to help in any case. In fact, he rather liked her, at least on first acquaintance - despite the early hour she was ready to go, and entirely professional while still being friendly. It was . . . refreshing, he supposed was the appropriate word.

He followed her into the stall and glanced around himself. Every single weapon seemed, in one way or another, familiar. It was . . . strange. Strange was the word.

[feathered_earth]

Cara looked Fallen over as they headed in--tall, but not overly muscular, so he probably wouldn't be suited to a large heavy weapon. He might do well with a one-handed sword, or a knife if he was fast and agile.

"How quick are you?" she asked. "Or is anything catching your eye already?" If there was something that felt familiar to him, that could make it a lot easier.