Park, Wednesday round-about noonish

[faithfulchosen]

Faith stood in the middle of the park, in a fighting stance. She moved fluidly, through an intricate dance, spinning a bo staff in her fingers, fighting several imaginary opponents.

Ah, how she loved training.

[ooc: Faith's training, she might not notice you right away, but it is open. Also, SP is love.]

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[cirrasurvivor]

Callisto approached, a grin on her face.

"You fight air?" she said.

[faithfulchosen]

"When there's no one else to train with," Faith said, stopping. She began stretching out her arms, attempting greater flexibility.

[cirrasurvivor]

"It is a pity I have no staff," Callisto said. Her eyes gleamed with the thought of battle.

[faithfulchosen]

Faith laughed, and headed to her bag. "I've got extras." She pulled a staff out of the hockey-stick shaped bag and tossed it to Callisto.

[jonesthethird]

Mutt wandered by. Then stopped and watched for a few moments.

"You're one angry girl, aren't you."

[faithfulchosen]

Faith stopped, and wiped some sweat off her brow. "Me? Nah, just practicing." She walked over, her hand outstretched. "I'm Faith, don't think I've seen you around."

[jonesthethird]

Mutt tugged at the brim of his hat, then shook her hand. "Mutt Williams. Just got in at the beginning of the session."

[faithfulchosen]

"Nice to meet you." She nodded. "I've been in and out lately, I occasionally have work outside Milieux." She stretched, and lit a cigarette. "So what brings you here?"

[angelsangle]

"I can trust you to be careful with that?" Nick asked as he walked by