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Havelock is outside again.
Training has to be done, as he sees it, so target practise it is.
The tree stump that is today's target seems somewhat the worse for wear. Done right, knife-throwing can actually be quite cathartic, he has found.
Training has to be done, as he sees it, so target practise it is.
The tree stump that is today's target seems somewhat the worse for wear. Done right, knife-throwing can actually be quite cathartic, he has found.
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Date: 2005-09-23 09:33 pm (UTC)From:Raven snorts.
"He likes the theater, I think."
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Date: 2005-09-23 09:36 pm (UTC)From:Havelock shrugs as he begins replacing knives up his sleeves.
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Date: 2005-09-23 09:37 pm (UTC)From:Raven hands over the knife he has been playing with.
It's sharper than it used to be.
Funny how that works.
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Date: 2005-09-23 09:41 pm (UTC)From:Havelock doesn't look too surprised that it is sharper. He simply tucks it away with the others.
"Are you going back in?" he asks.
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Date: 2005-09-23 09:42 pm (UTC)From:"I do not think so. Not yet."
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Date: 2005-09-23 09:44 pm (UTC)From:"Then I shall leave you," he says. "Good evening, Raven."
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Date: 2005-09-23 09:46 pm (UTC)From:He grins, and does not move.
It is pleasant, sometimes, to be still.