April (i_steal_time) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-03-11 22:04:00 |
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It had taken her sixteen tries to find the room, and even then, it wasn't the same room. It was similar, but the cabinet didn't have the training poles. It did have actual swords, however, and she took her time selecting one from the array of them there. It was light, and part of her thought it might actually be a fencing blade, but she wasn't honestly sure. Her knowledge of weapons was ... pretty well limited. Still, the idea was there, and she could at least play with it. Practice with it, she guessed was the proper term. She did want to actually give this an honest try, and it seemed like practicing on her own was the way to go. It would also let her make her mistakes in private without an audience. Taking the sword down, Sylvia moved to the center of the room. She swung it a few times, trying different angles and shifting her grip slightly. It still felt unnatural to her, but she guessed the more she worked with it, the better she'd get. It wasn't like she had anything else to devote her time to, and with her clock stopped, she had all the time in the world. It was still a weird concept to her. She could still die, of course, but she didn't run the risk of timing out. Not that she really had before she'd met Will. After she'd met him though ... she'd come very, very close to timing out on a couple of occasions. Shaking off those thoughts, Sylvia continued to work with the sword, slashing at empty air as she acclimated herself to the feel of it. |