Decisions to decisions are made and not fought/But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot, I guess not.
Name(s): Seifer Almasy, Jaina Solo [closed]
Location: Room of Requirement
Week: 40
Time: Later at Night (Before Dueling Club)
Rating: PG13 (For language and fighting sequences)
The fact that he was meeting his new sparring partner at the Room of Requirement made Seifer's mind run at least a hundred miles per hour. He couldn't decide exactly what he wanted, so the past four times he entered the room, he saw everything from a room full of Chocoballs to walls covered in pictures of Mai (who seemed to be on his mind more and more) to replica Hyperion swords to a floor that was similar to the prefect's bath full of suds. After finding focus and concentration and clearing his head of his past worries, he found the composure to enter the room and smile.
He was excited to meet Jaina in the sparring sense, knowing he would be up for a challenge. At the same time, he knew he would have to be at the top of his game in order to make his "plans" for the next Dueling Club meeting a success. He walked into the room, feeling a bit soreness from his constant workouts in preparing for the day. He laid a box of Chocoballs on a table next to the door and then stretched out his arms as he surveyed the dimensions of the room he hadn't entered in a long time. He flung Hyperion from his holster over his shoulder as it made a satisfying CHIKKKK sound upon penetrating the first of around forty floating sparring dummies. He pulled the sword out of the dummy, which quickly healed from its sudden cut, when he heard a sound at the door and pointed his sword to the entrance. "Who is it?" he said in a sarcastically sweet tone.
Location: Room of Requirement
Week: 40
Time: Later at Night (Before Dueling Club)
Rating: PG13 (For language and fighting sequences)
The fact that he was meeting his new sparring partner at the Room of Requirement made Seifer's mind run at least a hundred miles per hour. He couldn't decide exactly what he wanted, so the past four times he entered the room, he saw everything from a room full of Chocoballs to walls covered in pictures of Mai (who seemed to be on his mind more and more) to replica Hyperion swords to a floor that was similar to the prefect's bath full of suds. After finding focus and concentration and clearing his head of his past worries, he found the composure to enter the room and smile.
He was excited to meet Jaina in the sparring sense, knowing he would be up for a challenge. At the same time, he knew he would have to be at the top of his game in order to make his "plans" for the next Dueling Club meeting a success. He walked into the room, feeling a bit soreness from his constant workouts in preparing for the day. He laid a box of Chocoballs on a table next to the door and then stretched out his arms as he surveyed the dimensions of the room he hadn't entered in a long time. He flung Hyperion from his holster over his shoulder as it made a satisfying CHIKKKK sound upon penetrating the first of around forty floating sparring dummies. He pulled the sword out of the dummy, which quickly healed from its sudden cut, when he heard a sound at the door and pointed his sword to the entrance. "Who is it?" he said in a sarcastically sweet tone.