[115] [accidental video/action]
[--zzt!
Looks like the owner of the device isn't getting shocked this time, though. The video records nonetheless: it takes in a shot of the lake and the shipyard. You can see Umi at full figure, sword in hand, a short distance away -- looks like someone's playing hooky from work today. (Sorry, Lights workers ;;)
A fencing foil is much different from a real sword -- the size, the shape, even the weight of it are different. One is designed for competitions, the other... But she stands at the ready anyway, taking an offensive stance. It's been a while --there aren't exactly fencing tournaments in Discedo, at least-- but her form is right to the letter. Muscles tight, tensed, ready--
Within a moment she strikes out. Step, half step, lunge, beat; retreat, step, lunge again...
The movements look right, but she stops mid-step, lowering her sword. Frowns a little, thoughtfully, to herself. She bends her knees again, takes the same stance, moves forward again...this time she stops even sooner, as she's about to step into a lunge. An almost discouraged look crosses her face.
She pauses there for a moment, looking out at the lake...then sighs, a huffy sound to it, and raises her sword again--
The feed cuts out there.]
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Looks like the owner of the device isn't getting shocked this time, though. The video records nonetheless: it takes in a shot of the lake and the shipyard. You can see Umi at full figure, sword in hand, a short distance away -- looks like someone's playing hooky from work today. (Sorry, Lights workers ;;)
A fencing foil is much different from a real sword -- the size, the shape, even the weight of it are different. One is designed for competitions, the other... But she stands at the ready anyway, taking an offensive stance. It's been a while --there aren't exactly fencing tournaments in Discedo, at least-- but her form is right to the letter. Muscles tight, tensed, ready--
Within a moment she strikes out. Step, half step, lunge, beat; retreat, step, lunge again...
The movements look right, but she stops mid-step, lowering her sword. Frowns a little, thoughtfully, to herself. She bends her knees again, takes the same stance, moves forward again...this time she stops even sooner, as she's about to step into a lunge. An almost discouraged look crosses her face.
She pauses there for a moment, looking out at the lake...then sighs, a huffy sound to it, and raises her sword again--
The feed cuts out there.]
[[ooc: open commentlog option for anyone who wants to come visit! normal replies (albeit a few minutes delated ICly) for everyone else :3]]