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[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Johnny Rayflo and OPEN
Where: The park
Summary: Johnny's brushing up on his training in the park, but 1 is a lonely number at times
Warnings: The usual warnings that apply with swords and flirty, gay, vampires-

[In the late afternoon, when the sun was weak enough to allow the vampire to wander around with only slight discomfort, Johnny had found himself an open expanse in the park where he could practice his swordplay.

It had been a little while, even back in Vatheon, since he'd done this. But now he felt relatively secure in this new place and he was ready to take up the weapon again. It was strange how quickly he'd adapted to the new city...though, perhaps not so strange since 'adaption' was just what he did...but he'd thought Vatheon was different, that no other place would be able to compare. This place didn't compare, it stood alone, but, in the end, the bubble was just as much like any other city as Hinoto-Ri, Paris, or L.A.

Fluidly and with cat-like grace, the vampire moved like he was dancing, blade moving as an extension of his arm rather than like a tool. The ritual, age old in it's creation, was just as fresh in his mind as when he'd done it over seven centuries ago when he was human. Why change something that worked? It made him miss Ky, though, someone he could spar against and not have to hold back...but the Frenchman wasn't here and he wasn't going to bother Otoha over an old man's musings...no, might as well do what he could with what he had.]

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[drakenguard]

[After almost a week of the weather finally settling, the snow had returned much to Yamato's annoyance. But he felt like he was going a bit crazy locked up in his apartment, and truthfully he felt like he was going to spiral into alcoholism if he continued with his hermit-like sulking...

So Yamato took a walk despite the frosty weather. The cold air cleared the roughness clinging to him, and his feet gradually took him to the park. The sun was beginning to set, and it probably wasn't long until the hostile demons would crawl out of the shadows. Yamato hadn't been practising his abilities lately, and he felt like he needed to punch something to death.

It was when Yamato was halfway through the park that he caught a glimpse of light on the grassy field, away from the stone path. It was a glint of a blade, and Yamato squinted in the dim light to see someone skilfully sparring an invisible opponent. Curiously, Yamato stepped off the path to get a closer look.

After a minute or so, he waited until there was a break in the man's movements to speak up]

Wouldn't it be better to test your blade against a physical opponent?

I had to.

[nofairy]

[Johnny wasn't the only swordsman in the park. At the sight of the sun glinting off of a blade, Link headed towards Johnny, watching him weave and parry. Once he was done with a few passes, he called out.]

Hello there!

[doesasordered]

[Seeing someone openly practicing in the park like that was sort of a surprise to Nik. He couldn't help but watch since Johnny seemed pretty good. He should probably find somewhere to work out or spar since he seemed like he was going to be here for awhile.

So, have a spectator. If Johnny spots Nikolai, he'll nod in greeting.]

[dreamprotector]

[Riku still isn't used - and can't stand - to the cold weather, but staying cooped up inside all day with enough books and school material all to get caught up on to make his head spin? That is even worse.

And so he just arms himself with a thick sweater, cloak, scarf and gloves, enjoying the clear, cold air as he walks through the park, stopping when he catches sight of the man practicing his swordsman skills.

...He's pretty good.

/have +1 silent spectator on the sidelines?]