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Characters: Iceland [cashnotash] and Nura Nal-Dox [foreseen_future]
Location: Training grounds near the park.
Rating: PG, for Nura's futuristic sailor mouth.
Time: [Forward-dated] September 15, morning, after training.
Description: Nura wants to show Iceland just what she can do as a Weapon.
Nura had gotten up early in anticipation of today. Or was it time? She didn't know why. Maybe it was her internal alarm clock set just right, or maybe it was that nap she took yesterday after getting home from training and crashing on the couch until she had to go to work. Who knew! She'd been up early, and that was what mattered.
She'd gotten through training with relative ease, only having to step out every few times she felt that tiring feeling from transforming back and forth. It was getting easier, but perhaps that was because she was used to the idea of her soul being so malleable.
After training was over, and everyone had left, she'd stuck around, transforming back into her normal form and somewhat-shakily getting to her feet. She reached up and smoothed back her hair, waiting for Eiríkur to arrive. She was very excited to show him her Weapon form. She'd been initially sarcastic about the idea of being what she was, but then, she was almost always sarcastic about things initially. Maybe it was genetic...
Location: Training grounds near the park.
Rating: PG, for Nura's futuristic sailor mouth.
Time: [Forward-dated] September 15, morning, after training.
Description: Nura wants to show Iceland just what she can do as a Weapon.
Nura had gotten up early in anticipation of today. Or was it time? She didn't know why. Maybe it was her internal alarm clock set just right, or maybe it was that nap she took yesterday after getting home from training and crashing on the couch until she had to go to work. Who knew! She'd been up early, and that was what mattered.
She'd gotten through training with relative ease, only having to step out every few times she felt that tiring feeling from transforming back and forth. It was getting easier, but perhaps that was because she was used to the idea of her soul being so malleable.
After training was over, and everyone had left, she'd stuck around, transforming back into her normal form and somewhat-shakily getting to her feet. She reached up and smoothed back her hair, waiting for Eiríkur to arrive. She was very excited to show him her Weapon form. She'd been initially sarcastic about the idea of being what she was, but then, she was almost always sarcastic about things initially. Maybe it was genetic...