http://bound2blade.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-04-05 10:48 am

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 [livejournal.com profile] apocalypsesoon but the salle's definately open! ]]

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Let's go, shorty," John said, trying to pull of being more ready than he was. "Let's learn it."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
"YEp. Spear launcher. Whaddo I gotta do, the same thing agin?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-07 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
And John does. It's not as impressive, because his mun is too tired to do more than handwavey it, but it's still fierce, and he recovers quicker from it, more engergized.


And the mun is totlaly thinking that his hearts are filled up, he's got a boomerang, and should be off after octoroks.