The Salle, Sunday afternoon

[greenexorcist]

It had happened again. Shiemi had been on an ExWire assignment with the rest of her class. A simple assignment to investigate the haunting of a farm just outside of True Cross. It had taken them a week but they'd finally manifested the demon... demons, it turned out. And not ghosts, but Reapers. These frog were a smaller variety than what they

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante didn't go to the salle much. He got enough practice with his sword - not dirty, even - without having to bother.

But his route into town did take him right past the thing.

And... was someone yelling?

He took a couple of steps closer to the door, frowning and passingly curious. "The-- Shiemi?"

[greenexorcist]

"Eh?" Did someone call her name? Shiemi stopped shrieking and hacking at the dummy's shoulder and turned around.

"Ah! Dante-sempai!" Shiemi wiped at the sweat on her forehead with a smile. "Good afternoon! Look; I'm practicing!"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Practicing what?" Dante said, both his eyebrows raised. "Weed-whacking?"

[greenexorcist]

"No," Shiemi giggled and held her sword up proudly. "Sword fighting. I'm getting good at it, too. I've stopped hitting myself and I haven't tripped once!" Well, not since she'd taken off her socks anyway.

Her shoes, of course, had been placed beside the door when she came in.