Data Entry 45: Battle Simulator
[ Yes, it's dark. No, Haseo doesn't care. He hasn't been in the mood to call attention to himself -- not that he's ever really in the mood for much attention from everyone.
The creeping Terror of Death is presently lugging his broadsword over his shoulder, walking through the village and to the south, looking for somewhere to truly be on his own right now. He has some training to do. He's got to the point where he can carry his sword right, but doing the same motions with it as he did in The World.
His mind's still in a tizzy over Atoli's departure and Saku and Bo's following mallynapping. Training is a good excuse, even if he hasn't left Shino a note as to where he's going.
Feel free to stop him on his way. After all, wandering around outside the village after dark isn't the safest thing, and toting a huge chainsaw-bladed sword isn't the sneakiest thing in the world, either. ]
The creeping Terror of Death is presently lugging his broadsword over his shoulder, walking through the village and to the south, looking for somewhere to truly be on his own right now. He has some training to do. He's got to the point where he can carry his sword right, but doing the same motions with it as he did in The World.
His mind's still in a tizzy over Atoli's departure and Saku and Bo's following mallynapping. Training is a good excuse, even if he hasn't left Shino a note as to where he's going.
Feel free to stop him on his way. After all, wandering around outside the village after dark isn't the safest thing, and toting a huge chainsaw-bladed sword isn't the sneakiest thing in the world, either. ]