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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

[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!!!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[BWAHAHAHA! She actually laughs at him; dancing back slightly]

Oh, my day just got a lot better.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master grins, as sharp as his blade, and attacks with speed and fervour]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Despite herself she returns the grin and parries; fighting back with equal speed and near equal fervour]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[with something almost like a laugh he sweeps up across her arm to try to take a bite into her side]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[From her position she can't really avoid it fully but she manages to twist slightly- taking a fairly medium cut to her back and hissing slightly before attempting a swipe at his side]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[Their swords meet with a loud clang and he fights to push her back with every step, to keep control of the footwork]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[But she's pushing back with most of her strength- trying to keep herself as grounded as possible; she's pretty determined not to drop her sword or anything so embarrassing- so she'll just be pushing back rather intensely]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he steps back and then two movements forwards - one to retake his position - the second to bring his foot up, towards her stomach, to kick her back]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Ouch! She staggers backwards from the force of that but just manages to keep a hold on her sword- swiping it down to try and cut into his lower leg in return]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[sweeping his sword down to stop it nearly sets him off balance, but he tries to pull his blade up to cover up the opening]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She spots the opening just before he pulls it back up again and darts in- angling her blade to try and stab something; no matter what it be]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[blood blooms across his white shirt, though it is more of a nick on his arm than anything, and he smiles. Now the Artron is fresh out into the air]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes narrow slightly and she dances a step back; making sure to take her sword with her in a hopefully scraping sort of way]

...Why are you smiling?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[his grin is wider]

Why shouldn't I be?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes narrow even more]

I just stabbed your arm.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're not the first.

[when he shrugs, his sword is still held easily in hand]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

At least a yelp would've been nice.

[Yeah, she'll be lunging at him again]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sorry to disappoint!

[The Master turns her blade aside and fights back with equal force]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

No you're not; you're never sorry.

[A matches him blow for blow; refusing to show any sign of getting tired]