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The Salle; Thursday Afternoon.
Warming up a little as she waited for John, Setsuna started to wondering exactly how this might work. It sounded like a really good idea at the time she came up with it, but going over the technicalities had her doubting whether this would be effective for not.
Well, only one way to find out, really. She still had a creeping feeling that, no matter what she try to teach him, John was still going to end up as demon fodder.
[[ Set's there to meet
apocalypsesoon but the salle's definately open! ]]
Well, only one way to find out, really. She still had a creeping feeling that, no matter what she try to teach him, John was still going to end up as demon fodder.
[[ Set's there to meet
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"I don't really want to know, do I?"
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"I will ask this only once, and then we will forget this ever happened. Was he good?"
He's still doing the chi exercises, and he feels a strong thread of anger, protective anger, that should anyone touch his werechicken, they would pay. And a smaller thread joined in, of not-anger, of protection...
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Noticing John closing his eyes, Setsuna gave him a moment before asking, "Does it feel stagnant? Heavy, immovable? Or do you think you can start moving it toward your weapon?"
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Someone was after Mom. Someone was after Mom. Shit. That won't work, she'd just gut 'em and rip their spine out to attack the next guy. Syd. Syd. Someone after Sydney.
The chi flared brighter in his mind's eye, and he felt it more in his arm as he brought up the sword in an attack on Setsuna, realeasing it through the sword.
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Someone after Setsuna. SOemone after Sydney. Someone after Rosette. The flare grew. Demons after Rosette, coming to take her away like they took Joshua and him finding her broken and bloody body because he couldn't do anything--"HYARRRRAAAGH!" John screamed, his battlecry mixed with fear, anger, and love as he struck Setsuna's sword with his and released--no, threw! Catapulted! Fired! Ejected! his chi through the sword, into her sword and into the user, putting all the chi he could muster.
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She wrestled the demon down with her chi, forced it back under, assured it that it wasn't in danger. It acquiested, and Setsuna let out a long breath.
"That was very good, John."
Very good...
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He gives her a wan smile, and a smartass remark to let her know he was fine, just... unprepared. "Was it good for you?"
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