NIGHT IN THE LIFE OF...

[kyuuketsun]

[because sometimes, we just need an excuse. for those of you without direction, there's a firepit and a few piles of s'more fixings on benches somewhere near the middle of camp.]

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[dieinnafire]

[using a few marshmallows as target practice away from most of those very flammable cabins.]

[tsunthuselah]

You say that now, but then we would both be in trouble with Grandmother.

[dieinnafire]

So long as I do not return you to her injured...

[tsunthuselah]

Not for that. I asked her if she knew any swordsmen here who could help, but she said I had to find my own teacher--so if I just make you spar with me all the time, it's cheating.

[dieinnafire]

Ah. I can make a few suggestions, though their style is distinctly different from our own.

[tsunthuselah]

Who do you have in mind?

[dieinnafire]

They are both practitioners of a Japanese style. Are you familiar with the different countries and cultures represented here?

[tsunthuselah]

Some of them.

[dieinnafire]

Japan?

[tsunthuselah]

I haven't met anyone who volunteered that they were from somewhere like that.

[dieinnafire]

A good portion of camp is. I believe I know where I might find one of those I spoke of; would you like an introduction?

[tsunthuselah]

*shrugs and nods*

Please.

[dieinnafire]

[gets to his feet]

This way.

[tsunthuselah]

Where are we going?

[dieinnafire]

Mess hall. It is one of the simplest methods of locating someone here. Normally, if they're not there, someone there will be able to tell you where the person you're looking for is.

[tsunthuselah]

Ah, alright.