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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[To be perfectly honest things have been rather boring lately on Brigitta's front- after a few months straight of running around after demons wildly Kirilli has insisted that they break for a bit before they go chasing after more. That basically means that Brigitta has had nearly nothing to do for the past two weeks- apart from constant exercise and attempting to climb the Eiffel tower at least a hundred times.

Today she’s managed to find a park to run around in- a park with trees and things; yay!

So, yes, Brigitta has brought a rather large tree to the Plane and is currently reclining on one of the lower branches and staring up at the stars; her face is a picture of utter boredom- not even the two swords that she’s brought along can save her!

After a few moments she sighs and reaches her hand up towards the stars almost absently]

Things would be a lot more interesting without holidays; I have no clue why relaxation is so important.

[That’s because you’re weird, Brigitta]

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And I since about the same age, but, I think, there was less of a break between my practices. No Minotaur. [okay there was that one Minotaur but shh]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Her face very slowly shifts into a -_- expression] ...You are aware that insulting me is not the way to avoid a fight? [One day she'll stop going RAWR over everything; one day]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm not avoiding anything.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Whee! Aaaand she's down from the tree] ...You want a fight then? [Yes; she is smirking slightly]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Could be a few minute's entertainment.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

My, you certainly don't believe in yourself that much [Arrogance and cattiness skip through fields together~]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Tell you what: clap your hands, and maybe you'll come back at the end of it all.

[the Master vanishes and reappears with an AWESOME sword (he collects them)]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

You can't hold a sword if you're clapping- and I could give you the same advice.

[Yes, her eyes did just go rather shiny at the sword of AWESOME; but she shall still be raising her one and smirking challengingly]

[OOC: Well, it'd probably be logical for them to draw at the end but apart from that I don't really know; we could discuss it over IM if you want? (Also, on a side note: RAWR UPON MY HEAD)]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What rules do you usually play by? I don't want to disadvantage you by using mine.

[Theirs is the arrogance that cannot be contained]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Well, I'd appreciate it if we tried not to kill each other- but anything could happen after all; it's more fun without rules.

[Yeah, she'll just be swiping swiftly at his sword arm now; because she has the attention span of a gnat- and yet the arrogance of a elephant; it's a interesting combination]

[OOC: It seems better now! At least for the moment :/- D:; but that should be great! Makes perfect sense ^^]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master parries and pushes down on her, as if he had weight to use to his advantage]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta catches it well and pushes back with equal strength- kicking for his legs as she does so]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[takes advantage of her lifted feet to shove down HARD]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[YOWCH; she changes tactics and rolls out from under him; striking for his other arm]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he meets the cut and slices, down for the shoulder blade]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She just about manages to dodge any serious harm; the blade only catching her shirt- but still coming very close. She narrows her eyes for a short moment and then dances back just slightly; time for attempted distraction! (That totally won't backfire; nope)]

...You aren't very talkative now.

[Yeah; her patience isn't the best- STRIKE FOR THE SIDE WITHOUT A SWORD]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[blocking and turning it back, he grins as he attacks, speaking all the while]

Really? Then let me go on. The seventh temporal space - of which, I know, you know nothing, so I could lie about this and you wouldn't be any the wiser - is fondly nicknamed the elsewise space, the gap between what is and what would otherwise be if it weren't so. It's notoriously unstable and right next to the reverse flow temporal space - that's the twelfth, don't worry too much about order - and the pair have been known to brush up against each other - metaphorically speaking - and cause all sorts of chaos when they leak into the first space, the space of actuality, most often grounded and crystallized by Lords of Time, those with the highest reality quotients.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she'll just be going O_O at him for a few moments before shaking her head slightly; only blocking in return]

...Interesting; I'll have to ask the Doctor to describe it in easier terms- how many spaces are there? I know there must be at least twelve but are there more? And do they all fit together?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[his sword subtly snakes up across her torso, seeking out spaces to attack]

Can you count infinity?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She barely notices what he's doing; moving her sword to strike quickly at his upper arm as she replies]

...I'm sure you can at least try [good understanding of concepts there, Brigitta]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[turns it aside as it slices the edge of the suit]

And by necessity fail.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She takes a small step back; waiting for his next move with narrowed eyes (zomg patience; this is a first)]

...Would the universe explode if I attempted it? [somebody stop her from trying just to try and prove him wrong]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Potentially.

[he takes two quick steps in, feints to the left, and then brings the sword down to get at her collarbone]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...You might be lying.

[She just manages to twist away at the last second but the sword still goes in- cutting into her upper arm and drawing a bit of blood. She hisses slightly and angles her sword at his upper chest- only slipping it down late to swipe for his ribs]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I might---[he jerks back just in time, and seems quite upset]

You cut off my tie!!!