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Aili sat in one of the training rooms with her weapons in her lap. In her hand she held a pretty fan. She snapped it open and ran her finger along the polished base. The fan had orchid decorations and blue shimmered on the edges. These edges she minded very carefully, the visible blue parts were not plan decor- they were the flattened ends of blue steel. She had taken her old fan and refined the edges. With a quick flick of her wrist, the fan snapped shut. Aili place the fan back in her lap and picked up brown wooden box. Inside were various daggers that lying on a cushion of black silk. The church members didn't appreciate her bringing weapons, so she had to come to the training room to do a monthly inspection.

Aili sat there for a few more minutes, polishing and admiring her weapons. If the school had not need a teacher for advanced priest studies, she would have had time to do more fighting and practice. She sighed inwardly and gathered her weapons. Her eyes caught the blue glint of her fan and she smiled- it had been a gift from an admirer she had slightly been fond of. 'Maybe I'll bring it to the dance as an assessory. It looks like a regular fan.'

Joy walked in the training hall. "I forget what this place is..so many swords." I pick them up and swing them around."wow I wish i knew how to use these!!"

Joy walked over to him and smiled. "hello Im joy!!I liek your suit!!" she waged her tail and examined the suit."so green!!"

Ky entered the training hall, his eyes scanning the area in search of Tiffany. His sources had told him that she would be here. At last, his eyes picked out the bani clips amidst the dummies and students screaming and hacking away at them. He glided over to her. When he was close enough, he removed a small slip of paper from his clothes and with a flick of his wrist, sent the paper spinning towards her ((like when you throw playing cards)).

(( blaugh ))

Ky watched as the ticket flew towards Tiffany. It flew closer...closer...then it hit her. Ky stood there speechless.

sweatdrop How does she survive with reflexes like that?

Ky remained where he stood as Tiffany brushed by him. He was looking at the imploded dummy, thinking that it could have easily been a person. He imagined for a moment the gruesome scene that would be in front of him had the dummy been a person, the blood and gore of the crushed and twisted body. The thought lasted only a moment before he returned to reality. With a shrug, he turned around to leave. He had done what he came here to do. There was no point in sticking around.