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[fated_blade]

[She needed to get away for a while. Though it was still cold, it was better then being in that stuffy house any longer.

Plus, she had to try out her newly recovered lung.

Currently, she was wandering with her sword, trying to find a good place to practice. Even if she didn't have all her servant abilities back, she could at least lift Excalibur properly now.]

Hm...All these places seem to public.

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[wavewalker]

[ Having just regained his own sword, Ian is out wandering around, as well ]

There aren't many places in this town that can be considered private.

[fated_blade]

[Well, hello new person. She'll be at least polite for now.]

But there must be at least one.

[wavewalker]

I suppose that depends on what you're looking to do.

[ He does eye that sword, though. He has a feeling he knows what she's looking to do ]

[fated_blade]

It has been far too long since I exercised my sword arm. Given my current situation, idling will put me in trouble.

[wavewalker]

Ah, I had a feeling. The park would be well-suited as a practice area, but it's quite public.

[fated_blade]

My first thought. Is that the only open area usable?

MAY AS WELL

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

Not to be rude but, uh, aren't most places public?

[fated_blade]

...Perhaps. But there are always little places one can go to be alone on occasion.

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

...what is it you want to do alone, anyway?

[fated_blade]

[Holds up her sword.]

Do I really need to explain?

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't focusing on either her or the sword but when Saber brought the weapon up, his eyes zoomed in on it.

And he immediately recoiled because the thing gave him a massive headache just because he looked at it. More importantly, it had no lines of death.]

Geh! What the hell?

[imaginenumbers.livejournal.com]

*It seems like Sakura just finished grocery shopping. She's got a ton of bags in hand.*

Saber... um, hello. Do you remember me now?

[fated_blade]

[Sorry, she was drunk last time...]

Oh um...I remember you from...we spoke, yes? Matou? Sakura?

[imaginenumbers.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's me.

*She seems a bit disappointed but she'll pick herself right back up. It's almost not even noticeable.*

Ah, how are you feeling today? I wanted to check up on you but I don't know your address.

[fated_blade]

I am well given my current predicament. Though...I am ashamed of my behavior last we spoke. I do not remember well, but I was not in control of my senses.

[imaginenumbers.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. I won't tell anyone.

[butterflypsych.livejournal.com]

[Metis didn't know any other way to get rid of frustration than by hitting trees and poles with her Cross Rod, she hardly cares if it's public or not, but she stops.]

Public? If that's what worries you the most then why don't you lock yourself in your room and stay there?

[...Frustrated as she was, her bad habit (or some may say, lack of social skills) began to show. Being mean to strangers for no real reason.]

[fated_blade]

[forgive her while she glares daggers at you.]

I do not believe I asked your opinion on the matter.

[butterflypsych.livejournal.com]

Well I didn't ask yours either. If you can complain, then so can I!

[Do forgive her as she uses you as a way to get rid of the frustration by just shouting at you.]

[fated_blade]

First of all, I was not complaining. And secondly, there is no excuse for rudeness.

[onlythesong.livejournal.com]

Have you tried the park? In weather like this, it's not so busy as a park should be.

[fated_blade]

I had considered it...yet, I am still concerned.

[a head bow]

Mashiro. It is good to see you again.

[onlythesong.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised. You didn't seem the type to worry about something like that.

[have a nod in response]

You as well. Did you make it through the holiday safely?

[fated_blade]

...safely, yes. But that brute tried to win my affections with a mere trinket. He really knows no limit.

[onlythesong.livejournal.com]

Then I take it you did not receive one of those malicious, so-called "gifts" from the town.