The Blade, The Fist, and You [Mirja]

With a slow, gentle thrust, the seele schneider would be moved with a paced that was rehearsed, and with a tempo that was unyielding in nature to the sounds of the breeze around her. The musical prodigy had purposely chosen a location, away from interruption of her men or any of her acquaintance for that matter. For the past several hours, she had rehearsed several difficult musical pieces, and had just started to train on her art with the blade. The movements lacked speed and momentum, something she insisted on during battle and which she excelled at. Instead, her training that late afternoon focused on subtle motions, in creating a unique rhythm to her footsteps, and in following a coordinated temple that dictated her steps in battle. She needed to feel her weapon as an extension of her body, and arrange the movements to be adequate, graceful, and with purpose.

Having just finished her duties earlier that day, Sofia was still dressed in her routinely common uniform. Her outfit was primarily white in color. The jacket, open and short enough to reveal the white undershirt. The latter was cut to ride low enough on her bosom, and with a style that emphasized or made to look bigger whatever assets she had. Her pants, white as snow as the rest of her outfit did a marvellous job of accentuating her well shaped, plump derriere, easily one of her best features. A set of black gloves and matching black boots finished the outfit. Whether back in the city of light or out and about, Sofia had a reputation and the name and authority to a position that merited respect but also required professionalism. Even while some officers of her caliber chose to dress differently, being presentable was paramount to her. Just like following the rules and the law of her people, she believed in doing things as was stipulated to ensure the best and least trouble filled outcomes.

As she continued to move her seele with slow unyielding grace, akin to a master of tai chi, Sofia felt what could only be described as an odd shiver. The back of her neck, and even her lower back experienced a sudden but elusive shiver as if something was either close or closing in on her previously private training area. In order to avoid misconstrued first impressions, Sofia would deactivate her seele, tucking it in her belt next to the rest of them. And, patting down her clothes and fixing her short ebony hair, she would look onward to the direction of the newcomer to appear as amicable and presentable as possible. However it was, it didn’t seem to be a Quincy. And while she couldn’t sure, so far, it didn’t seem as though the presence displayed any real or clear murderous intent either.