usurpers: (pic#14001780)
can a slave do this? *dies and goes back in time* ([personal profile] usurpers) wrote2019-05-01 07:05 am

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long_live_the_queen: (another blank stare icon)

[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2019-06-19 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[A torture device for dead leaves and grass clippings]

Not too close to the road.

[Kaede hadn't seen anyone else out here, but her paranoia said they were there even if the other cottages hadn't given that away. She didn't like witnesses.

The chimera hefted the rake again; it felt light as plastic in her hands, not like wood.
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long_live_the_queen: (>use gun on man)

[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2019-06-21 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kaede followed him, glancing idly to the side at the distant chirp of a bird or a grasshopper jumping nearby. By the time they reached a cottage Eren seemed to know, she was starting to feel a little antsy. She didn't warm up or stretch (mistake number one), but did roll forwards onto the pads of her feet where she felt more comfortable.

Kaede nodded--barely, it was mostly the motion of her antlers that gave it away at all--and without any further fanfare, raised the rake to take a swing at him.

She is projecting her movements hilariously obviously. She has a good sense for range already, just not keeping her shoulders still.
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long_live_the_queen: (also jazzhands)

[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2019-06-26 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[She missed that time--which she expected. This thing didn't seem that heavy when she was just holding it, but now that she was swinging the rake around it seemed heavy and unwieldy and slow. A significant downgrade for someone used to a weapon as fast as a passing thought.

The rake dug into the dirt, and Kaede quickly dragged it back for another swing.
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What?
long_live_the_queen: (that sure is tungsten)

[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2019-06-28 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kaede started to lean away when Eren stepped close to her--and then jerked back further when his fist sailed towards her face.

There were a lot of things Kaede had subconsciously relied on her vectors to correct. Her posture, propping up her balance. There's nothing to catch her this time--one hand left the rake handle, but was far too slow to catch her in time. Down to the ground they both went.
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