Post by Kyoudou Sakuya on Nov 24, 2011 9:30:57 GMT -5
2015年11月21日 SATURDAY
2015/11/21 0900
Sakuya had for the most part fully recovered from her illness - she ended up contracting a minor strain of the flu. She was in her dorm about fifteen minutes walking distance from campus, getting ready for what she considers as "a vigilante's morning." Last night, before she went to bed, she had sharpened her weapon the Nameless one, polished it neatly after cleansing it of the filth that constantly tarnished its silvery lustre. Every day, there were at least one or two people that Sakuya had to either fatally injure or knock unconscious. However, Saturdays tend to be the worst - she always found several people in need of help. Sakuya wondered who she might encounter today. Her Saturday wear was always the same - a long-sleeved white turtleneck paired with a long, black skirt, while she seemed to wear knee-high boots to accompany her plain and simple ensemble. It would be worth noting that this very same combination of clothing is what made her so distinct as "that crazy bitch with a sword," and was treated somewhat like an urban legend in these parts. Placing the Nameless one in her trusty cylindrical case, she cleaned up the remaining things in her dorm and locked up after leaving.
She lived alone, which made things very easy for her to conceal. Most people who lived nearby would not suspect that Sakuya had kept numerous tools to assist her in taking care of the Nameless one as well as various trinkets for rudimentary first aid and minor surgical tools. Provided Sakuya was not in a poor mental state, she could cauterize and suture her own wounds - a powerful technique taught to her by her father. In any case, Sakuya greeted her neighbour with a soft "Hello" before setting out into the streets in search of a damsel in distress! She left the dormitory proper and looked towards the distance. There was relative peace in the streets, and Sakuya smiled. She did not have gloves on her, for it would impede her movements should she need to draw the Nameless one at any given time, but it was cold. While she may have almost fully recovered, her tolerance to the cold still dropped a little bit.
Sakuya continued trudging along the streets and the sidewalks, scanning the area for any signs of unruly behavior towards girls or women, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. People were minding their business, and those who had the (mis)fortune of looking at Sakuya either looked terrified and looked away if they were male or somewhat relieved if they were female. Any male who had enough balls to actually look fiercely at Sakuya or another girl would be met with the glimpse of the Nameless one, usually enough to dissuade them from taking hasty action. Indeed, it would be quite accurate to say that Sakuya was more fearsome than the police in some respects. Her ofuda talisman was kept neatly in a special compartment of her skirt, in case Skadi needed to be called out in any alien circumstances such as a demon appearing out of nowhere. Hopefully that didn't happen.
Sakuya reached an intersection and inevitably a zebra crossing where she suddenly stood still and looked around. The area was deserted, only the cars along the road going places could be seen. Sakuya tilted her eyebrow and looked about.
A brash looking guy around Sakuya's age wearing stereotypical punk clothing could be seen across the road from her vantage point, he had a knife in his hand. He had quite a deadpan expression on his face. When the signal to cross had been greenlit, the punk started pacing casually towards Sakuya, throwing his knife up and down, catching it perfectly by the hilt. Sakuya turned grim, removing the Nameless one from her cylindrical case, but the thug did not relent.
Once the stranger had almost reached three-fourths of the way past the zebra crossing facing Sakuya, he made a mad dash towards her, knife raised, almost aimed at her throat. "Get lost, bitch!" he cried, leaping towards her when she was in range. Sakuya stood her ground, and once he was close enough to implant his knife into her skin, Sakuya swung the flat of the Nameless one so hard in front of her the force was enough to knock the thug right back into the road where he squirmed and groaned in pain.
And it was a red signal.
A car was driving along the road and relentlessly honked the horn before applying the brakes so he wouldn't run over the guy.
Sakuya looked about and still saw no one, and turned to the side and continued walking.
"killing me in broad daylight is the worst thing you can try to do, mister."
2015/11/21 0900
several days have passed since that encounter.
the encounter with the long-haired maiden.
she who was the first to break through the ramparts.
an unexpected development.
the encounter with the long-haired maiden.
she who was the first to break through the ramparts.
an unexpected development.
Sakuya had for the most part fully recovered from her illness - she ended up contracting a minor strain of the flu. She was in her dorm about fifteen minutes walking distance from campus, getting ready for what she considers as "a vigilante's morning." Last night, before she went to bed, she had sharpened her weapon the Nameless one, polished it neatly after cleansing it of the filth that constantly tarnished its silvery lustre. Every day, there were at least one or two people that Sakuya had to either fatally injure or knock unconscious. However, Saturdays tend to be the worst - she always found several people in need of help. Sakuya wondered who she might encounter today. Her Saturday wear was always the same - a long-sleeved white turtleneck paired with a long, black skirt, while she seemed to wear knee-high boots to accompany her plain and simple ensemble. It would be worth noting that this very same combination of clothing is what made her so distinct as "that crazy bitch with a sword," and was treated somewhat like an urban legend in these parts. Placing the Nameless one in her trusty cylindrical case, she cleaned up the remaining things in her dorm and locked up after leaving.
She lived alone, which made things very easy for her to conceal. Most people who lived nearby would not suspect that Sakuya had kept numerous tools to assist her in taking care of the Nameless one as well as various trinkets for rudimentary first aid and minor surgical tools. Provided Sakuya was not in a poor mental state, she could cauterize and suture her own wounds - a powerful technique taught to her by her father. In any case, Sakuya greeted her neighbour with a soft "Hello" before setting out into the streets in search of a damsel in distress! She left the dormitory proper and looked towards the distance. There was relative peace in the streets, and Sakuya smiled. She did not have gloves on her, for it would impede her movements should she need to draw the Nameless one at any given time, but it was cold. While she may have almost fully recovered, her tolerance to the cold still dropped a little bit.
that is peculiar.
no one is to be seen.
no one suspicious, that is.
no one is to be seen.
no one suspicious, that is.
Sakuya continued trudging along the streets and the sidewalks, scanning the area for any signs of unruly behavior towards girls or women, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. People were minding their business, and those who had the (mis)fortune of looking at Sakuya either looked terrified and looked away if they were male or somewhat relieved if they were female. Any male who had enough balls to actually look fiercely at Sakuya or another girl would be met with the glimpse of the Nameless one, usually enough to dissuade them from taking hasty action. Indeed, it would be quite accurate to say that Sakuya was more fearsome than the police in some respects. Her ofuda talisman was kept neatly in a special compartment of her skirt, in case Skadi needed to be called out in any alien circumstances such as a demon appearing out of nowhere. Hopefully that didn't happen.
Sakuya reached an intersection and inevitably a zebra crossing where she suddenly stood still and looked around. The area was deserted, only the cars along the road going places could be seen. Sakuya tilted her eyebrow and looked about.
SOMEONE IS CLOSE
A brash looking guy around Sakuya's age wearing stereotypical punk clothing could be seen across the road from her vantage point, he had a knife in his hand. He had quite a deadpan expression on his face. When the signal to cross had been greenlit, the punk started pacing casually towards Sakuya, throwing his knife up and down, catching it perfectly by the hilt. Sakuya turned grim, removing the Nameless one from her cylindrical case, but the thug did not relent.
is this boy mad!?
Once the stranger had almost reached three-fourths of the way past the zebra crossing facing Sakuya, he made a mad dash towards her, knife raised, almost aimed at her throat. "Get lost, bitch!" he cried, leaping towards her when she was in range. Sakuya stood her ground, and once he was close enough to implant his knife into her skin, Sakuya swung the flat of the Nameless one so hard in front of her the force was enough to knock the thug right back into the road where he squirmed and groaned in pain.
And it was a red signal.
A car was driving along the road and relentlessly honked the horn before applying the brakes so he wouldn't run over the guy.
Sakuya looked about and still saw no one, and turned to the side and continued walking.
"killing me in broad daylight is the worst thing you can try to do, mister."
