Semper Acūmen

[lady_general]

[Celes is not used to receiving packages. And when one comes in the mail for her, she is initially suspicious. When she opens the box, however, she finds her beloved Runic Blade within.]

Hmm...

[First things first then: Celes pinches herself to make certain she is not imagining the blade. Since it is still there, she takes it from the box

Comments

[lady_general]

[He can siege this castle all he wants.]

If you're looking for flexibility, wear leather.

[lady_general]

[Never give up, never surrender?]

If you're into retreating, then yes, I suppose it would.

[lady_general]

[More's the pity for Celes.]

So... you're reckless? [She is determinedly not smiling at Lancer. That momentary lift of her lips? Clearly a tic.] That's not very strategically sound, either.

[lady_general]

[Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. If she can get through a night's camp with Edgar, she can get through this.]

Is that so? Well, perhaps you should try exercising that recklessness. I, on the other hand, must go inside. Good afternoon, sir.

[lady_general]

I'm afraid it's been my experience that things that slip are more or less the truth. [She may or may not be enjoying his embarrassment.]

[lady_general]

Only the simple are truly honest. [She steps inside her house.]