014

[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]

[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]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She grunts a little at that and brings her knee up with quite a bit of force- aiming for his ribcage]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he meets it with his elbow which... may not have been the smartest defence, but it wasn't his fighting-hand, so he's still able to keep her at bay with his sword]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a rather strange look at that for a few moments and then slams her foot down to try and catch his... Which may be a little futile given that she's not wearing any shoes but OH WELL]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[it hardly hurts, and he draws his sword up to push him back]

If you're resorting to fists and feed, I think you're done with fencing.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Humph, she'll be chopping at his arm again now]

You're the one that blocked with your elbow.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he's amusing himself with the defence]

So you're down on my level? Sweet.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[That earns him a big glare; as she decides to ease off on the attack just a little]

I am not on your level.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master smirks] Now that I already knew. It's not your fault, my dear girl. No one really is.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She grits her teeth] I don't want to be on your level- it's beneath even me; and I am not your "dear girl" either.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And less ten points for lack of finesse.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...What? [She'll be making her fighting a little more polished though; just for him~]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he slams his sword into hers, downright showing off with the twirling blade] Aren't you done? You can't win.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[She slams right back- adding in a tiny bit of twirling herself] No, you have no chance of beating me.