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[ Today, October 4th, finds Minako being more cheerful and lively than usual, if just the slightest bit forgetful -- appearing distracted and absorbed in her thoughts when not in conversation with anyone.

From evening to midnight, to finish off the day, she's tucked herself away in a corner of the Training Center, music blasting in her ears as she evades, spins and slashes down a Grat before finishing it off with a Fire magic.

Without breaking sweat and seemingly on auto-pilot, she immediately moves away from the defeated creature to seek another one.

Bother her now? During the day, during classes? Both? Go for it o/ ]

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[Mitsuru also finds herself in the training center, working out any leftover...Emotions that she has. It's hard to say what exactly this day makes her feel; even with a semester worth of study material between her and the last time this day rolled around, she still hasn't forgotten what the date means.

It's a relief when she can bury all of that underneath combat, and improving on that. Again, her sword stays at her side as she continues picking off Grat's with well placed ice spells. Something about her control is...Tight, though. Those shards of ice she flings around are a little more brittle and narrow then usual. There are times where her aim is off as well-

Such as now, when she sends off a volley of projectiles, half of which bury themselves in the Grat, and the other half go tearing through the foliage and whatever is on the other side of it.]

sob hi

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[ She finishes another Grat and moves on without looking back at its body. They're far too easy, weak like the Shadows of the lower levels of Tartarus. And because they're too easy, her mind is starting to wander. Minako ups the volume of music and tries not to think, wandering in search for her next prey.

She doesn't hear the ice attack coming at her until it's too late. Minako flinches and lets out a short scream as the shards hit her left arm. Quickly, she snaps the MP3 player off and assesses her hand. It's not too bad an injury; she's had worse before.

Warily, she glances up towards where the attacked had come from, knowing that whoever had sent that attack must have heard her. Ignoring the prickles of pain in her left hand, she slips back into a battle stance and slowly moves forward. ]

/thud. Hello!

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[Mitsuru doesn't have the inhibition of headphones; once she hears that scream, she snaps up to attention. And also gives a hissed 'dieu' when she realizes that it sounded human.

The Grat is easily dead, and so she doesn't waste any time in stepping off the path and looking for where that ice attack hit. Given how much plant life she managed to shred with it, it's easy enough for her to pick her way through it and follow the arc of the attack.]

"Whoever cried out, give me your location. Are you badly hurt?"

[She tries to raise her voice over the noise she's making as she moves through the underbrush, but with how much it's crackling and rustling, it's hard to say how successful she is; at the moment, she's aiming more for speed and efficient movement then anything else.]