capeandcowl | 003; accidental video

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charlene "charlie" bradbury | n/a

003; accidental video

[There's nothing to show what turned the comm on. Charlie's several feet away, standing in what looks like a fighting stance. A rapier appears in her hand, the length shimmering in metal, the hilt inlaid with a golden grip. She'd call it gaudy if she looked at it, but she doesn't. She lashes out, instead, slashing at the dummy, striking from all sides in an inexperienced and dangerous frenzy of attacks.

She curses when the blade nearly flies out of her hand, catching it by the fingernails. A downward swing drives it against the dummy's shoulder. There's a crackle of electricity before it explodes into flame.]

Frak!

[She glances back, and sees the comm. The moment her eyes lock on it, it turns off.]

ooc: Charlie's just exploring her three abilities - sword conjuration, electric shocks, and tech-based interfacing. ^^

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A club?

You know - drinks, dance, relaxing?

That sounds somewhat like a tavern...though I have no recollection of any dancing.

"Maybe we could check one out," she offered. It sounded to her as if Saber could use a little relaxation. A little fun.

Exploring certainly seemed like a good idea. And while she was more than aware that the current era was vastly different than her own, there were more than a few specific details that had been left out. How taverns were in this day and age was not, apparently, vital to fighting other Servants and winning the Holy Grail.

"That would be most agreeable," Saber consented easily.