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[see Sakuya use a filter for once.
See Sakuya write down a series of page numbers for reference in an attempt to make some sense of the conundrum she is facing:]
# # # # # # #
[...etc., etc., other entries in the same vein. this got long fast
Then, almost as an afterthought: one more.
See Sakuya still be unable to understand just why this whole debacle is serious business. If anything, the increasing frequency of...what, exactly? Rallying the troops? ...makes her all the more :\ about it. (And disinterested, but she hadn't been very interested in the first place. She's got a long way to go yet before becoming a "warmer" person.)
Figuring stuff out is hard, okay?]
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[that was SUPREMELY UNHELPFUL, wasn't it?
Later in the day, she'll be in a quieter part of the forest, bouncing a knife -- then two, then three, then handfuls simultaneously -- off trunks, branches and the ground in no particular order. The repetitiveness clears her head which was already rather vacant anyway. Like sitting in a bath, except baths aren't half as entertaining.
Someone paying close attention to the journal would hear the sounds of Sakuya at it, though it's unlikely to warrant that attention]
[ooc: also open for those who'd be going to the forest for whatever reason]
[see Sakuya use a filter for once.
See Sakuya write down a series of page numbers for reference in an attempt to make some sense of the conundrum she is facing:]
# # # # # # #
[...etc., etc., other entries in the same vein. this got long fast
Then, almost as an afterthought: one more.
See Sakuya still be unable to understand just why this whole debacle is serious business. If anything, the increasing frequency of...what, exactly? Rallying the troops? ...makes her all the more :\ about it. (And disinterested, but she hadn't been very interested in the first place. She's got a long way to go yet before becoming a "warmer" person.)
Figuring stuff out is hard, okay?]
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[that was SUPREMELY UNHELPFUL, wasn't it?
Later in the day, she'll be in a quieter part of the forest, bouncing a knife -- then two, then three, then handfuls simultaneously -- off trunks, branches and the ground in no particular order. The repetitiveness clears her head which was already rather vacant anyway. Like sitting in a bath, except baths aren't half as entertaining.
Someone paying close attention to the journal would hear the sounds of Sakuya at it, though it's unlikely to warrant that attention]
[ooc: also open for those who'd be going to the forest for whatever reason]