[He's late, but who's surprised? Although it's actually on purpose this time, because everyone should be at that idiot robot's party by now. That, and Cross was actually resting. While not at full power because of the effects of last night and even though he doesn't have Judgment, he can manage two lousy Noah.]

[Probably.]

[Before he knocks (well, kicks) on the door he's already gearing up, a bind at the ready and another tinge of power forming. Arcane, this one, and it'll take time to build up with him this fatigued, but he'll make the time. And he'll walk out of here with Judgment back where it belongs.]

I don't have all night. [Another good boot to the door and another drag on his cigarette. Nope, not putting it out.]

((OOC: Warnings for violence and... well, I'll add others as they come up, which they inevitably will. Proceed with caution! Also I should probably warn for utterly tasteless jokes in the subject lines because that is also inevitable.))

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Sakura Kinomoto: a letter from Shinwoo Han.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Miwako Sakurada: a package from Sanji.

[PM is on the route... though her behavior is a bit more sketchy than usual.]

[She took Miss Iris Rainbowroad (the mail trike) out for a spin, and also because she is on the run. It's not her fault that she's completely sore and sort of wounded today. It's even less her fault that the mail volunteers almost universally ended up joining in the rebellion against Acumen. It's ... okay it actually is her fault that she told WV and AR that she was taking a nap and then climbed out the window because they wouldn't let her leave to do the route.]

[The mail has to be delivered, alright?]

[Click here for pen pal signups. Mail submissions for Day 158 go here!]

[While others are at the party, Saya's going to take advantage of the time to train. With people occupied maybe she can use her full strength without worrying. Li-- Hei promised to meet her, but she doesn't wait for him. Better to spend her time warming up.]

[At first glance the dojo might seem empty, but watch out -- that blur flying past you is Saya, and that flash is her very sharp katana. She moves silently, impossible to follow with human eyes except as a motion trail, filling the hall with soft thuds as she kicks off walls and ceilings. Finally she lands, dead center, katana slicing through the empty air in front of her. She doesn't move for a moment, but there's a drip-drip-drip. It's blood that's trickling down her blade, through grooves carved into her sword and off onto the mats.]

[Saya pauses, glancing at the sound, her eyes losing their eerie red glow -- and gasps. Then she grabs a towel and starts frantically cleaning up.]

Ohhh... I didn't even realize I did that! What a mess...