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[lovelessrapier]

Title: The Goddess-Blessed
Characters: Rapier (lovelessrapier), OPEN
Where: Somewhere...?
Warnings: None at the moment.
Summary: My goodness, there's a lot of weapons all at once, aren't there

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[bonkfull_o_nail]

He's kind of used to having a body now, so he's pretty much back to his old annoying and cocky self.

Goes jogging up to her, running circles around her. "Hey, how ya doing, baby?"

[lovelessrapier]

She eyed him, timing the speed of his circles, and then stuck her arm out at the last second in a quick move to clothesline him.

[bonkfull_o_nail]

Ducks, gettign his head clipped and his hat knocked off. "Heh. Yer a sharp little thing. What's the matter, you don't like me none?

[lovelessrapier]

"No." Staring at him coldly. "I don't."

[notcompensation]

Lionheart glanced from side to side, still searching for his master, brows furrowed in concentration. Taking in the sight of the woman with the revealing clothes, he moved on, more intent on finding his master.

He paused though, ears swiveling in her direction when he heard the sound of metal cutting through air as she fought, even if she was fighting with her hands.

"You're a weapon too," he noted, coming closer and shooting a rather nasty looking heartless before it could reach them.

[lovelessrapier]

She eyed the fact that he was apparently carrying a weapon as well as, as far as she could tell, being one.

"Yeah. I am." Absently she spun, caught a creature by the head and crushed it, then sliced though two others. Glancing over her shoulder, she offered him a little smirk. "You are too."

[notcompensation]

"Lionheart," he said, by way of introduction, frowning as more of the strange black creatures began to accumulate around them, slicing through one that got too close with the side of his hand.

Alternating between hand-to-hand and shooting the ones that were out of reach, he glanced in her direction. "Who're you?"

[lovelessrapier]

"Rapier." And this was getting annoying.

She narrowed her eyes and swept her hand across, runes flaring into visibility on her clothing as fire blazed out from her, avoiding the other weapon but consuming the little dark things around them.

[themasamune]

He paused, then smiled slowly and crept up on the woman, reaching out to tap down her back with his nails. "Why if it isn't the lady of the hour~."

[lovelessrapier]

She spun, fingers coming up to attack and stilling just before she hit him.

"Masamune!" Rapier glared, runes flaring on her dress for a moment before fading once again.

[themasamune]

He lifted his chin right back, then moved forward to hug her, fully aware it would startle the hell out of her. But he hadn't been able to find -her- while Sephiroth was in the lifestream... "It's good to see you."

[lovelessrapier]

Her spine went stiff at the contact, but after a moment she relaxed enough to lean into the touch.

"...you too." It was almost grudging, but after spending as much time in close contact as they had, she'd really missed being able to touch anyone. And while this was a different sort of contact than usual, it was still nice. Almost without her notice, her arms crept up to hug him back.

[firstsword]

Hmm. Still no Cloud. Tsurugi peered at the mess of fighting down below, squinting to have a look before giving up and trotting off to maybe lend a hand. Maybe this person would know where Cloud was.

Deflecting a few dark claws and beheading a few more shadow monsters with a sweep of her palms, she lifted both arms in a wave. "Hellooooo~!"

[lovelessrapier]

She glanced over her shoulder and arched an eyebrow at the young woman, casually swiping though a few others. "Hello, there." And what was a Sword she'd never met doing here? Much less a female, who generally seemed far rarer than their male counterparts.

[firstsword]

Let it be said that Tsurugi was one of the heavier blades around that needed power and skill to use. Let it also be said that she, unfortunately, was not the brightest crayon in the pack of singles.

"Hi, have you seen a man with spiky hair like this," she demonstrated with her hands, "wearing lots of black?"

She bounced over, very hopeful and quite awed by the older woman's technique and skill, surprised that the redhead fought like she did. She must have really hard hands. "How did you do that? Can you teach me?"

[lovelessrapier]

Rapier arched an eyebrow at the younger weapon. "No, I haven't." Just how young was she? Normally Swords didn't gain that sort of consciousness without a little time to gain in maturity.

"It's not hard. You were doing something similar earlier," she pointed out.