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Juri sits in a relatively secluded booth, having finally come down from her room. The shock of being stuck in a Bar kept her in deep thought for several days.
A bowl of miso soup sits untouched in front of her. It's not that she isn't hungry... she's famished. But a pit in her stomach won't let her swallow more than a couple mouthfuls at a time.
Her uniform shirt is unbuttoned at the neck and if one were to approach her, they would see she is looking wistfully at a picture inside her rose locket. Other than periodic looks toward the wall where she entered Milliways a couple days ago, the necklace has her full attention.
She would love nothing more than to fence away her frustrations, but she vaguely remembered Scarlet saying no violence was allowed in the Bar... Indeed, she hadn't even realized that there was anything outside the Bar yet, much less that scheduled, amicable swordplay would be permissible.
Care to enlighten her?
A bowl of miso soup sits untouched in front of her. It's not that she isn't hungry... she's famished. But a pit in her stomach won't let her swallow more than a couple mouthfuls at a time.
Her uniform shirt is unbuttoned at the neck and if one were to approach her, they would see she is looking wistfully at a picture inside her rose locket. Other than periodic looks toward the wall where she entered Milliways a couple days ago, the necklace has her full attention.
She would love nothing more than to fence away her frustrations, but she vaguely remembered Scarlet saying no violence was allowed in the Bar... Indeed, she hadn't even realized that there was anything outside the Bar yet, much less that scheduled, amicable swordplay would be permissible.
Care to enlighten her?