( 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

[fortissimos]

Ahaha, that's fine. Mine don't usually last long either.

[ Though in her case, it's more her habit of throwing swords at opponents instead of holding on to them for any length of time. Sayaka watches curiously as the sword forms in his hand — it's a similar process to her own, she imagines, even if the execution is somewhat different. ]

Nice sword. [ She grins, grip tightening on her own cutlasses. ] Are you ready? I'm working on my defence, so I'll let you have the first move.

[emptysword]

Yeah, I am.

[With that said, he's going to move forward in a short hop as he swung Caliburn with both his hands in a horizontal arc aimed straight at the girl; sure he might have a bad track record when it comes to girls with swords, but hey, that's what training is for, right?]

[fortissimos]

[ No Shirou, you're just doomed to have a shitty track record forever and ever. Not entirely sure of his strength (or that of his sword), she leaps into the air; letting the blade pass harmlessly underneath her. Sometimes extreme jumping abilities really do come in handy.

Being stuck in the air leaves her vulnerable, though. With the immediate danger gone for now, she swings both her own swords down as she falls — a little slower than usual, not wanting to run the risk of actually hitting him if he doesn't block or get out of the way in time. She's here to work on her defence, not accidentally murder someone she likes. ]

[emptysword]

[Just from the height of the jump alone he knew that he's facing against someone not as human as she looked. Although that much is clear ever since their first spar. But in either ways, whether it's from the crystallized knowledge of the sword's user influencing him, or that his body is accustomed to reacting to blows like these, he immediately shifted his stance to meet the attack by moving his blade into a sideway position.

And using it not unlike a shield as he held it with his two hands.]

[fortissimos]

[ The moment their blades meet, she immediately lets her own vanish; summoning a fresh pair as her feet hit the ground. She imagines it'd be easy to strike now, while his guard is fixed in one position — but she lowers her swords with a grin instead. ]

Not bad.

[ A wink, and she steps back, still holding both swords down by her sides. Time to test her speed from a more neutral stance. ]

But I'm here to defend, you know. Take your best shot.

[emptysword]

[Hearing that words, he is going to dash towards her, all the while letting loose some powerful blows from his sword as he started a continuous barrage of horizontal and vertical slashes at the blue-haired girl.]

[fortissimos]

[ Her blocking might be getting better, but there's no way she can keep up with him forever. The first few blows are easily deflected, but after a few moments, one of her swords shatters; she can't summon another quickly enough to stop his next strike, and the blade cuts deep into her arm before she jumps clear. ]

I guess I got a bit carried away there... [ She glances down at the wound, wincing more at the sight than at the pain. The dull throb starts to ease a moment later as it heals over. ]

[emptysword]

[There's this strange look at Shirou's face as her body healed, not really surprising considering he just saw what seemed to be quite a serious wound healing just like that.]

Er, are you alright?

[Even if it's kind of obvious, he's still asking that anyways.]