Arrival (Closed to William T. Spears) [ Soon your assigned god would come to you; that's what the group of newly arrived shinki were told. Hannah couldn't quite name what the connection was like, for it seemed close to something she should know but couldn't put a name to. Yet it was there, and while part of her wished to follow through, there was something else in the air. Yet another thing she couldn't quite pin down, but it tightened up her nerves enough to not go far from where the shinki had been dropped off on Bishamon's grounds.
Honestly, she could smell quite a lot, like there was a bunch of chocolate wandering around but the aroma of it did nothing for you. Not even pinging a craving. It's that other 'sour' or dire scent that enforced her lack of interest to what was wandering around in such a raw and vulnerable form.
And so, at the top of the stairs stood the 'young woman' with long hair and dressed in the fashion of a noble's maid. A stranger, but in no unfamiliar kind of garb for what her kind tended towards. Hannah's mismatched blue eyes stayed sharp, locking on when that scent and connection seemed to line up. She was meant to greet him, but 'master' and 'my lord' didn't seem appropriate. There was only one thing that actually felt right on her tongue. ]
... Sir. My name is Hannah Annafellows, currently at your service to do with as you please.
Shinki Training (Open)
Traitors?
[ It's pretty clear which part of the pamphlet Hannah was currently reading over. Yet with her logic, it'd only fit as suck if it went against your first god's orders. The traditions and preferences of the realm had no such importance to her, even if her god seemed to resent their current arrangement. Folding the pamphlet to tuck away into the apron's pocket, the blue-eyed demon followed the instructions on how to form your hand.
The position is correct, yet she doesn't seem pleased. ]
This is nothing like a halberd.
Physical Training (Open)
[ While familiar with halberds, along with the other dulled blades that were provided for this practice session, the long-haired maid continued down until reaching the guns. Each one was inspected, carefully and familiarly checking the clip. It was almost a confirmation of the fact that these were non-lethal. Not surprising- they weren't planning for anything past what this gathering was for. It's not until she settles at a Winchester pistol that the weight is checked in the palm of her hands.
A smile sets on her purple lips. ]
Please keep clear of the range. Firing.
[ It was only proper to call out her shots on such public grounds, right? While these were simply rubber-tipped, her aim wasn't exactly one for practice on the dummies. She wasn't focusing on the targets' bullseye, but aimed and shot as if there were a person at the end. The heart, spleen and right lung, with the kind of humanoid target she imagined. ]
no subject
[ Soon your assigned god would come to you; that's what the group of newly arrived shinki were told. Hannah couldn't quite name what the connection was like, for it seemed close to something she should know but couldn't put a name to. Yet it was there, and while part of her wished to follow through, there was something else in the air. Yet another thing she couldn't quite pin down, but it tightened up her nerves enough to not go far from where the shinki had been dropped off on Bishamon's grounds.
Honestly, she could smell quite a lot, like there was a bunch of chocolate wandering around but the aroma of it did nothing for you. Not even pinging a craving. It's that other 'sour' or dire scent that enforced her lack of interest to what was wandering around in such a raw and vulnerable form.
And so, at the top of the stairs stood the 'young woman' with long hair and dressed in the fashion of a noble's maid. A stranger, but in no unfamiliar kind of garb for what her kind tended towards. Hannah's mismatched blue eyes stayed sharp, locking on when that scent and connection seemed to line up. She was meant to greet him, but 'master' and 'my lord' didn't seem appropriate. There was only one thing that actually felt right on her tongue. ]
... Sir. My name is Hannah Annafellows, currently at your service to do with as you please.
Shinki Training (Open)
Traitors?
[ It's pretty clear which part of the pamphlet Hannah was currently reading over. Yet with her logic, it'd only fit as suck if it went against your first god's orders. The traditions and preferences of the realm had no such importance to her, even if her god seemed to resent their current arrangement. Folding the pamphlet to tuck away into the apron's pocket, the blue-eyed demon followed the instructions on how to form your hand.
The position is correct, yet she doesn't seem pleased. ]
This is nothing like a halberd.
Physical Training (Open)
[ While familiar with halberds, along with the other dulled blades that were provided for this practice session, the long-haired maid continued down until reaching the guns. Each one was inspected, carefully and familiarly checking the clip. It was almost a confirmation of the fact that these were non-lethal. Not surprising- they weren't planning for anything past what this gathering was for. It's not until she settles at a Winchester pistol that the weight is checked in the palm of her hands.
A smile sets on her purple lips. ]
Please keep clear of the range. Firing.
[ It was only proper to call out her shots on such public grounds, right? While these were simply rubber-tipped, her aim wasn't exactly one for practice on the dummies. She wasn't focusing on the targets' bullseye, but aimed and shot as if there were a person at the end. The heart, spleen and right lung, with the kind of humanoid target she imagined. ]