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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]

[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]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Now how sure of that can you really be?

[he keeps his smile as he parries and strikes back]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I think I know you fairly well by now.

[She's more torn between a mocking smirk and a growl as she only just manages to parry and strikes for his collarbone</i?]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[there's a harsh clash as he swings his sword up just in time to block her. He's having fun]

Really? Tell me what you think you know.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She's having fun too! Although she's not showing it- just press the weight down and keep Linefacing; JUST KEEP LINEFACING~]

You like getting under my skin.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And that's the end of it?

[it's a good game]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I don't really understand why you do it.

[Brigitta is grumpy at that -_-]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[his fencing is almost casual right now] Then you don't know that much, do you?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

I know more than you give me credit for [Yeah, she's totally going to be trying to hold his sword down now while attempting to smash her elbow at his face; pfft to fair play]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well that wouldn't be very difficult.

[he grabs her elbow with his free hand]

afgnajkges BRIGITTA, LANGUAGE!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Glare] Fuck you.

[She'll be giving her elbow a big yank now]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he lets it go and steps back, spinning his sword with flourish]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She steps back too and drives her sword for his lower arm again, grr- BRIGITTA GRUMPY]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[focusing on the defensive, the Master is enjoying turning aside all of her strikes]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She jsut about manages to avoid going all smashy; feinting for his right side while trying to slam her elbow into his ribs]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he slips under, trying to hit her stomach with his hilt]