[--CLOSED!] Backdated like whoa
Characters: thebooksaysso & brb_napping
Setting/Location: Training room
Date & Time: Backdated to day 33, afternoon
Warnings: Bare minimum violence?
Summary: CLOSE COMBAT CRASH COURSE. Because even witches need to learn how to kick-ass and defend themselves, whether they agree or not.
In the end, Anathema had actually shown up at the makeshift dojo a little earlier than anticipated, having changed up her patrol rounds that day to bring her by the training room by the time her shift ended. Maybe she could have stalled just a bit longer, but....well, there wasn't any point by now, was there? Shouldering that ever present satchle, she tried to look at least a little eager as she opened the door and peered inside, looking for any poor, stranded military men.
And, maybe, realizing just a little too late that she still had no idea what the man even looked or sounded like. At least not as a grown adult. "Er, Mr....Rookie? It's Anathema."
She, as far as she was concerned, could defend herself well enough already thank you very much. But learning a few basics would help with that, she supposed, and the basics were all they were going to go over, right?
And it was still a far sight better than having to play around with guns again.
Setting/Location: Training room
Date & Time: Backdated to day 33, afternoon
Warnings: Bare minimum violence?
Summary: CLOSE COMBAT CRASH COURSE. Because even witches need to learn how to kick-ass and defend themselves, whether they agree or not.
In the end, Anathema had actually shown up at the makeshift dojo a little earlier than anticipated, having changed up her patrol rounds that day to bring her by the training room by the time her shift ended. Maybe she could have stalled just a bit longer, but....well, there wasn't any point by now, was there? Shouldering that ever present satchle, she tried to look at least a little eager as she opened the door and peered inside, looking for any poor, stranded military men.
And, maybe, realizing just a little too late that she still had no idea what the man even looked or sounded like. At least not as a grown adult. "Er, Mr....Rookie? It's Anathema."
She, as far as she was concerned, could defend herself well enough already thank you very much. But learning a few basics would help with that, she supposed, and the basics were all they were going to go over, right?
And it was still a far sight better than having to play around with guns again.