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Characters: 2fast2follow and notpissedoff
Date/Time: Saturday Oct. 8
Location: the Dojo
Rating: PG
Summary: These two run into each other for the first time since the drunken Wilderness incident. There will be talking and training...
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Sometimes, there was nothing quite like beating up animated training dummies for venting frustration.
While he'd recovered completely from the injuries he'd sustained during the attack on the clinic, Yamazaki was still feeling the effects of that night--still wishing he'd been able to do more, still berating himself for failing, still feeling responsible for Rauxes' death. He was resilient, true, and he was well-practiced in pushing such thoughts and emotions down and ignoring them, stoically moving on because it was what he had to do... but sometimes, even he needed an outlet. And he knew of no better one than the Dojo.
Thus, he'd found himself training there more frequently than usual in the past week or so, going early in the mornings and, some days, after work as well. Today was one of those days, and as the afternoon began to wane he made his way up the stairs and towards the familiar building at a brisk pace, his shortsword strapped to his back.
Date/Time: Saturday Oct. 8
Location: the Dojo
Rating: PG
Summary: These two run into each other for the first time since the drunken Wilderness incident. There will be talking and training...
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Sometimes, there was nothing quite like beating up animated training dummies for venting frustration.
While he'd recovered completely from the injuries he'd sustained during the attack on the clinic, Yamazaki was still feeling the effects of that night--still wishing he'd been able to do more, still berating himself for failing, still feeling responsible for Rauxes' death. He was resilient, true, and he was well-practiced in pushing such thoughts and emotions down and ignoring them, stoically moving on because it was what he had to do... but sometimes, even he needed an outlet. And he knew of no better one than the Dojo.
Thus, he'd found himself training there more frequently than usual in the past week or so, going early in the mornings and, some days, after work as well. Today was one of those days, and as the afternoon began to wane he made his way up the stairs and towards the familiar building at a brisk pace, his shortsword strapped to his back.