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maskormenacelogs2014-03-02 05:02 pm
symmachy) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-03-02 05:02 pm
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forget the hearse
WHO: Scathach & you.
WHERE: Her dojo.
WHEN: All week.
WHAT: Training, talking, tea.
WARNINGS: Nada.
One of the very, very few good things about this dimension move was that miraculously, Scathach's dojo had come with her. That meant she had been spared the trouble of saving money, locating a new building, and struggling with being invited inside said building when it might not have a true owner. Sadly, that did not apply to the new businesses she had to visit in order to purchase supplies; it took quite a bit of concentration and will-power to convince herself that an "open" sign on a storefront counted as an invitation.
Vampirism wasn't as glamorous as some people made it out to be, especially when you had to stand outside a door for twenty minutes, waiting for that invisible barrier to drop.
But overall, settling had been easy enough. The move was a little sooner than she'd imagined--usually, she could spend a decade in one place before having to move. Her unchanging appearance never really drew notice before then. She knew that in a city full of imports, such a thing wouldn't have been something for much comment, but centuries old habits died incredibly hard.
Her official title as "women's self-defense instructor" hadn't stopped her from opening her classes to anyone who might be interested (though she does continue to offer her customary free classes on Friday afternoons). Besides, by remaining unregistered, she didn't really feel that she had to stick to assignments anyway. The dojo front is still plain, with no sign to indicate what it was. The only marker at all was a numbered address stamped out in silver hung on the door itself. But anyone who wanted to find her could--or, really, anyone who was just curious.
WHERE: Her dojo.
WHEN: All week.
WHAT: Training, talking, tea.
WARNINGS: Nada.
One of the very, very few good things about this dimension move was that miraculously, Scathach's dojo had come with her. That meant she had been spared the trouble of saving money, locating a new building, and struggling with being invited inside said building when it might not have a true owner. Sadly, that did not apply to the new businesses she had to visit in order to purchase supplies; it took quite a bit of concentration and will-power to convince herself that an "open" sign on a storefront counted as an invitation.
Vampirism wasn't as glamorous as some people made it out to be, especially when you had to stand outside a door for twenty minutes, waiting for that invisible barrier to drop.
But overall, settling had been easy enough. The move was a little sooner than she'd imagined--usually, she could spend a decade in one place before having to move. Her unchanging appearance never really drew notice before then. She knew that in a city full of imports, such a thing wouldn't have been something for much comment, but centuries old habits died incredibly hard.
Her official title as "women's self-defense instructor" hadn't stopped her from opening her classes to anyone who might be interested (though she does continue to offer her customary free classes on Friday afternoons). Besides, by remaining unregistered, she didn't really feel that she had to stick to assignments anyway. The dojo front is still plain, with no sign to indicate what it was. The only marker at all was a numbered address stamped out in silver hung on the door itself. But anyone who wanted to find her could--or, really, anyone who was just curious.