The Salle; Tuesday Evening [ 04/07 ].
It had been a normal day for Turtle.
Up until she got to her room, anyway. Actually, it was pretty normal for Turtle to go to her room and find something strange, considering who she lived with, but she was certainly not used to finding a little gremlin stalking in the dark, running out to bite her ankle, and then dashing out before Turtle could recover from the pain to kick it in its shins.
Of course, by the time she recovered from the pain, all thoughts of kicking it in the shins vaporated and her mind was on something else entirely different.
It was an odd hour, but one could not practise enough. Sakurazaki Setsuna walked down the stairs and into the salle, took up Yuunagi (which, oddly enough to anyone else, resembled just a practise sword and now a nodachi at all), and settled in the centre of the room to start working on her Shinmei Ryuu.
Good, powerful techniques, sending the stacks of rocks (that weren't really there anymore) flying. Pity she hadn't run into Alphonse on her way down; he could have helped and transmuted them back into walls....
[[ open salle is open! I'm slow for a wee tiny bit, but my brain was insisting on a blast from my past! ]]
Up until she got to her room, anyway. Actually, it was pretty normal for Turtle to go to her room and find something strange, considering who she lived with, but she was certainly not used to finding a little gremlin stalking in the dark, running out to bite her ankle, and then dashing out before Turtle could recover from the pain to kick it in its shins.
Of course, by the time she recovered from the pain, all thoughts of kicking it in the shins vaporated and her mind was on something else entirely different.
It was an odd hour, but one could not practise enough. Sakurazaki Setsuna walked down the stairs and into the salle, took up Yuunagi (which, oddly enough to anyone else, resembled just a practise sword and now a nodachi at all), and settled in the centre of the room to start working on her Shinmei Ryuu.
Good, powerful techniques, sending the stacks of rocks (that weren't really there anymore) flying. Pity she hadn't run into Alphonse on her way down; he could have helped and transmuted them back into walls....
[[ open salle is open! I'm slow for a wee tiny bit, but my brain was insisting on a blast from my past! ]]