( OPEN ) i'm sinking fast into the sea

[fortissimos]

Date & Time: All week!
Location: Music room, training facility.
Characters: Sayaka Miki/fortissimos & OPEN.
Summary: Blue loser blows things up and gets in the way of people. So, the usual.
Warnings: Suffering?? actually there might not be a lot of that this time SHOCKING.


a. ( training facility. )

[ Good mood or not, she never once stops pushing herself to the limit when it comes to training. Visitors might notice a tiny blue magical girl launching a pair of blades into one of the training dummies — they embed themselves deeply into the straw, only to explode a few seconds later.

The attack might have been a success, but Sayaka just looks frustrated. She looks around for anyone close enough to enlist, then calls out from her spot; mostly-destroyed dummy still smouldering behind her. ]

Uh, hey! You wanna give me a hand? [ She rubs the back of her head, inserting a fresh magazine into one of the (now bladeless) hilts. ] These things are okay, but... I need some practice defending, too.

b. ( music room. )

[ From the moment Sayaka realized the music room existed, it quickly became one of her regular haunts. For the most part, she stays out of the way; pouring over a book on music theory or quietly listening to those who can actually play.

Today is no different... except for the fact she's really, really tired after training. She's already smothering a yawn by the time she shows up, and after a few minutes, promptly passes out with a book on romantic era music over her face. At the very least, she's off to the side... until she also starts snoring, loud enough to disturb anyone else trying to play or read. ]

Comments

[bikininspector]

[Her moment's reprieve would be a perfect opportunity to take her down, but he just can't bring himself to pull the trigger. Putting a bullet - even of rock salt - through an innocent girl for the sake of practice just doesn't sit right with him.

He reconsiders that decision as soon as she comes at him; mercy makes him soft, weak, vulnerable. His father would have his head for a decision like that, as would a real enemy.

He moves out of the way, but not entirely quickly enough, the sword hitting him over the shoulder.

A gun is not meant for a range this close, so he reaches back trying to pick up something to block the assault with.]

[fortissimos]

[ Control is not Sayaka's strong point. Her instinct is to follow up with a slash — she has to remind herself that he's human (an ally, even; she's not looking to knock him out like an enemy she might face on the field), and reign herself back in. It's too late to stop the move, so the blade headed for him breaks apart in a harmless shower of blue sparks, open hand passing harmlessly through the air.

The sudden change in weight throws her off again, and she stumbles. Rather than fall, she twists and turns the momentum into a step, using the time and space to materialize another sword in her off-hand. The move leaves her facing away from him, so she whirls around immediately afterward, bringing both blades up to try and protect the top half of her body from any counterattack. ]