12 January 2011 @ 03:03 pm
*Kazumi can be found today near the necessities, wearing a kendo-gi and holding a bokken at ready*

*compared to people with super powers, the movements she's going through aren't particularly impressive. They're just exercises to keep herself in top form... though, those intimately familiar with normal swordplay can tell that she has a ways to go to master the blade*

*still, she's doing her best... and killing time as well.*

*watch? Interrupt? Challenge to a duel? Throw stuff at her?*
 
 
12 January 2011 @ 08:01 pm
[The vine has decided to get a head start on this newcomer, apparently, considering it’s picking up the image of the small redheaded woman still curled on her side in the petals.]

[After a minute or two she finally starts to stir. Any hint of grogginess is almost snapped away as she bolts upright, long red hair loose and falling around her shoulders. She looks down at herself, near panic in her eyes as she sees her clothing, one arm crossing over her very, very slight chest as if trying to cover herself (perhaps an odd movement? It isn’t as though anything is showing after all). ]

[She looks around rapidly, turning over and onto her feet in a slight crouch, still holding her arm across her chest—then after another moment of panic she seems to force herself to calm, breathing slowly and bringing her hand up to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose as she concentrates, remaining like that for a long silent minute.]

[Then she gives an audible, almost relieved sigh. Did she figure something out? Who knows, this one doesn’t seem like a talker, does she?]

Idiot… it doesn’t matter… You left that life behind now…

Still…

[She finally looks up again, now moving to run her hands over the ground around her, uplifting loose petals, likely to see if something has been covered up by them. Finding nothing she finally stands, showing obvious discomfort with the way she’s holding herself about the waist. Moving forward a bit, she catches sight of something a little further ahead and quickly moves there (and the mirror tilts and moves a bit to keep her in range). She pushes a few hanging vines to the side and a pile of clothing, a pack and a sword can be seen. She takes the sword up, instantly unsheathing it—and if anyone who happens to see this can tell, it is very clear that the dull edge of the blade is on the wrong side. She visibly sighs with relief again, sheathing the sword before looking back toward where she woke.]

[Hello… why is there a cat there with what appears to be a scroll in its mouth…? She glances further up and directly into the feed from across the clearing…

[And why is there a mirror extending out of that vine as if it was deliberately trying to watch her!? :|;;;;;;;;]

[And, being caught in the act, the vine seems to decide to end the show.]



[ooc; /o/ lol here’s hoping I’m not doing this wrong on my first try here!!! Vine replies will come after she reads the scroll and changes her clothes, if anyone wants action... toss them in whenever! orz I tl;dr way too much…]
 
 
12 January 2011 @ 09:43 pm
[When the Vine begins recording, Vietnam is in the middle of speaking. She's holding a snow-white jackrabbit up by the scruff of its neck, trying her best to look annoyed at it, but failing. It's a terribly cute rabbit, and there's a smile quirking the corners of her lips.] -going to do with you? How did you even find a way inside? [She sways the rabbit gently in her hand. No answer, of course. It gives a somewhat doleful kick of its hind legs and a twitch of its ears, but that's all. At that moment, she jerks her chin up, spotting the Vine's mirror focused on her.]

Aah. [Well, she can't not acknowledge it.] Chào, các chị. This vine misbehaves quite a bit, doesn't it... [She holds the rabbit up to the mirror, and it blinks into it, as well.] I caught this one chewing its way through my clothes. I am not even sure how he found his way into the necessities. [A sigh. The sharp-eyed might notice that there's a hole-ridden garment draped over one of her arms. Well, what used to be a garment.] ...I hope it was a good meal.

[She crouches, setting the rabbit down and giving it a pat on the rear.] Đi đi. [She makes a shooing motion with her hands and watches it bound off- probably to chew up more of her clothes- before turning back to the mirror.] ...Is anyone in need of a training partner? I find it easier to be diligent if I have someone to train with. I cannot spend all of my days here chasing rabbits.