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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 5:22 pm
 This layer is reserved for the private training of Sayuri and Michiko. Please keep your prying little noses out. Any trespassers will be thrown out of the training area immediately. (and gray listed!)
As you enter the the second floor, you see it is split into two main areas, both filled with layers. One section has a sign that says "Battles" and the other says "Training." In the middle, dividing the two, is a desk where a Native American women sits, reading a magazine. She looks up as you approach, jots down your name on a piece of paper and hands you a ticket, pointing you to a layer with a corresponding number on the Training side. "Please abide by all the rules and see me if you have any questions. What I'm paid for."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 9:46 am
The Start Of Training
Sayuri shakily took the ticket from the woman behind the desk and glanced over at her training layer, her stomach nervously twisting itself into knots. "T-Thankyou..." She stuttered with an awkward smile and shuffled over to her desginated layer, keeping her eyes on the floor so as to avoid the other peoples' gazes. The training layer looked just as daunting and terrifying as the battling layers were but she would be much more at ease since this was her own private layer. Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling that everyone was staring at her; their beady eyes boring into her back. The deus quickly threw herself into the padded pod chair, her arms crossed protectively while her eyes were almost shut. Chill out Sayuri...No-one is watching you. You'll be fine. Just take out Michiko and get to work on your training. Her inner-self hissed furiously and gave a her mental kick to jolt Sayuri back into reality, where the task of training her angel seemed impossible.
"Okay then it's time for us to show what we're made of." Slipping the head set on so it covered her eyes, she waited for the machine to start up automatically...and waited...and waited. Her eyes widened in surprise when she realised that the head set wasn't working, had she broken it already? Fumbling around with the purple tinted lense and the sides of the equipment, her fingers came across something bumpy located near her ear, a switch or a button of some sort. Sayuri caustiously pressed the button with bated breath, half expecting the purple screen to light up with the words "Malfunction". Without warning the screen was filled life, displaying a couple of blank boxes which would probably show the angel's stats and produced a faint humming noise, signalling that the head set was finally working.
"Oh thankgod for that!" She whispered with a sigh of relief and attempted to wipe her brow beneath the lense (which proved a difficult task).
When her eyes had eventaully adjusted to seeing the world in purple, she reached down into her blue obi and clasped her fingers around Michiko's frame, sliding her out against the silk. The angel stared into Sayuri's eyes with her own silvery blue ones, a lifeless, dazed look upon her face. Until she was on the layer she was just an ordinary doll, therefore she could show no emotion and left the Deus feeling rather foolish for spending so much time with a 'doll.' Then again, everytime her older brother taunted her she would find herself clinging onto Michiko, holding her tiny body against her chest, arms wrapped around the angel's figure for comfort.
"Right then...Let's get down to business," Raising the angel so their eyes were level, she threw her into the layer while at the same time chanting as she passed through the column of light: "Beautiful and Wise, Behold Michiko!" The entrance call was good, the throw even better but the landing was dismal. It all seemed to be going according to plan as Michiko landed on two feet, a little awkward maybe, nonethless she still landed on the layer with falling over... that was until Sayuri lost her concentration amongst her sqeals of joy causing her angel to topple sideways.
"DAMN YOU!" The teen screeched with rage and flailed a clenched fist in the air, her loose curl bouncing around with her violent movements. She was then swamped under the glares of nearby on-lookers and fellow Dei leaving her feeling a little embarrassed. After the many apologies, she calmed herself down with three deep breaths and glanced down at Michiko lying down on the training layer, her dark blue hair splayed around her. 'It's no use I'm too worked up now. We'll have to come back tomorrow and resume our training.' Sliding off the head set and scooping MIchiko up in her hands, Sayuri made her way out of training section, her eyes glazed over with thoughts.
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