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[swords-love-me.livejournal.com]

Date: September 28th, 2000
Status: Public
Setting: Manor Grounds
Summary: War holds a practice session

It was shortly after lunch when War strode out into the grounds, a duffel bag slung over each shoulder. She hadn't eaten much, partly out of a reluctance to fill her stomach before fighting, partly out of a rather odd feeling that she would have assumed was nerves, were she not War and therefore not someone who got nervous. Truth be told, she wasn't really sure what she was planning to do - she'd never run an organised practice session before - at least, not one like she suspected this would be.

Still, she was limbered up, and she'd brought weapons along with her - mostly padded practice weapons. Now all she needed was some of the Manor guests to turn up...

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[demon-mictain.livejournal.com]

Making his way outside, Mictain found War there. For a moment he wondered what she was doing before he remembered the note he had seen a while ago. Ah, yes. The practice session.

"Hi there, Ruby," he said, grinning. "Do you know if anybody is going to actually show up?"

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast was just walking back to the manor when she saw the red-headed woman and the blonde man- demon, she corrected herself. Curiousity had always been her weak point, so she wandered over to see what they were doing, still a little unsteady on her feet without a tail.

Loki's advice had worked well - after trekking until she couldn't feel the manor anymore, she's tried to shift and found it suprisingly easy. Now she knew the right way to do it, she reckoned that she could be change here without much probelm. Only probelm - green really didn't suit her new skin-colour, and it was bit cold. She reached the pair, cocking her head to one side.

"Hey," She said, voice a little rough from lack of use but much the same as her mental one, "What you up to?"

There was something familiar about the woman.

((Little note you may be intersted in, war - Bast was a minor war goddess for the Lower Delta back in egypt.))

[theban-sphinx.livejournal.com]

As a rule, the sphinx didn’t read announcements. They weren’t of any interest to her. She did what she pleased, when she pleased and where she pleased, and while a being more powerful than her could make her change the way she behaved, she was hardly going to obey the commands of a piece of paper. And even if she had been aware of the practise session, she might not have attended. In fact, she might even have avoided going outside altogether. After all, you could never trust people not to be police officers in disguise.

As it was, though, Sphix was in the Manor garden. She rested her back against a tree trunk and allowed her mind to wander. Then the voices of several people talking broke her out of her reverie, and she stood, picking stems of grass and bits of tree bark from her clothes. She found herself curious and took a few steps towards the commotion. Who knew, the people might even be talking about her.

When she was closer she halted for a moment, searching for familiar faces. One of the women she had seen before, and the other… The sphinx was pretty sure she was an Egyptian goddess. Sphix had been through Egypt numerous times on her travels, and being able to recognize a local never hurt.

With the people somewhat sorted out, Sphix strode across the remaining distance to the group.

“So”, she said, addressing the woman she knew. “Aren’t you one of the redheads from the lunch a few days back. Scheming something?”