[Private]
Characters: Isa, Justin
Content: Isa and Justin meet for the first time.
Setting: Aboard the Convoy
Time: In Antrim, when it's still foggy, after Isa's training log.
Warnings: May contain derp.
His arms had started to ache, and so Ulquiorra had let him go. Isa was getting better, or at least he hoped he was. Ulquiorra drilled him on moves until he'd dreamt about it the night before, and he was quick to correct any of Isa's mistakes, and there were a lot of them, but he hadn't been written off as hopeless, so Isa thought, or at least hoped, that he wasn't.
He needed to go and take a hot shower. He'd ached for the last couple of mornings when he'd woken up, and it was an ache that hadn't really gone away, but a hot shower and warming up helped.
He'd so far managed to train with Ulquiorra without tipping off anyone on his own ship, including Lea, or, he hoped, the Convoy. Isa preferred to avoid people if he could. He didn't want to risk anyone on Ulquiorra's ship taking exception to his presence, even if he'd heard they were mostly okay people - mostly, because every ship had its kooks - just like he didn't want to risk anyone on the Amestris, especially Lea, finding out what he was up to.
Keeping it from Lea was getting hard. Isa intended to keep up the charade as long as he could, although it was difficult when he was still staying in Lea's room.
He wasn't ready to leave, yet, either, but he'd have to soon.
He rubbed his right shoulder as he left the training room and went to make his way off the ship. He wasn't really paying too much attention; he knew his route on and off the Convoy well enough, by now.
Content: Isa and Justin meet for the first time.
Setting: Aboard the Convoy
Time: In Antrim, when it's still foggy, after Isa's training log.
Warnings: May contain derp.
His arms had started to ache, and so Ulquiorra had let him go. Isa was getting better, or at least he hoped he was. Ulquiorra drilled him on moves until he'd dreamt about it the night before, and he was quick to correct any of Isa's mistakes, and there were a lot of them, but he hadn't been written off as hopeless, so Isa thought, or at least hoped, that he wasn't.
He needed to go and take a hot shower. He'd ached for the last couple of mornings when he'd woken up, and it was an ache that hadn't really gone away, but a hot shower and warming up helped.
He'd so far managed to train with Ulquiorra without tipping off anyone on his own ship, including Lea, or, he hoped, the Convoy. Isa preferred to avoid people if he could. He didn't want to risk anyone on Ulquiorra's ship taking exception to his presence, even if he'd heard they were mostly okay people - mostly, because every ship had its kooks - just like he didn't want to risk anyone on the Amestris, especially Lea, finding out what he was up to.
Keeping it from Lea was getting hard. Isa intended to keep up the charade as long as he could, although it was difficult when he was still staying in Lea's room.
He wasn't ready to leave, yet, either, but he'd have to soon.
He rubbed his right shoulder as he left the training room and went to make his way off the ship. He wasn't really paying too much attention; he knew his route on and off the Convoy well enough, by now.