MAN! [CLOSED]
Characters: Erza Scarlet & Paula Polestar
Content: GIRLY THINGS they will braid each other's hair and talk about ALL THE BOYS
Setting: On board the Convoy
Time: Prior to the beginning of the fighting tournament
Warnings: ESTROGEN
Erza had a sandwich in one hand, a copy of the rules for the fighting tournament in the other. She was not quite scowling at the page...but it was close. These rules were extremely confining for her. Can't switch weapons mid-fight, limited use of magic...she supposed requipping into a new armor would probably be frowned upon, although not - strictly speaking - against the rules.
I suppose I should stick with my regular armor, she thought. Although that presented difficulties of its own: most of her combat armors came with headpieces to keep her hair out of her eyes, but her regular one did not. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but if she was already working at a disadvantage, the last thing she needed was hair in her face in the middle of a fight.
I'll have to do something with my hair, she decided. Tie it up, somehow.
Content: GIRLY THINGS they will braid each other's hair and talk about ALL THE BOYS
Setting: On board the Convoy
Time: Prior to the beginning of the fighting tournament
Warnings: ESTROGEN
Erza had a sandwich in one hand, a copy of the rules for the fighting tournament in the other. She was not quite scowling at the page...but it was close. These rules were extremely confining for her. Can't switch weapons mid-fight, limited use of magic...she supposed requipping into a new armor would probably be frowned upon, although not - strictly speaking - against the rules.
I suppose I should stick with my regular armor, she thought. Although that presented difficulties of its own: most of her combat armors came with headpieces to keep her hair out of her eyes, but her regular one did not. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but if she was already working at a disadvantage, the last thing she needed was hair in her face in the middle of a fight.
I'll have to do something with my hair, she decided. Tie it up, somehow.