[Kylo]

((Put a warning in just to be safe for language, violence, and possibly gore since we are obviously training which will involve some level of violence. Also so sorry that this is late.))

It had been ages since Anthos had last trained to maintain his skills in combat abd it was about time that he finally got around to it. He had sent out flyers to a few of the places he knew others interested in combat frequented and waited patiently for them to arrive. Hopefully it would not be too long of a wait otherwise he would have to start training on his own. He sat down and looked over his sword witha soft refelctive smile. He had been partnered with this particular weapon since his early teens and it had served him well. It had stuck by his side through the best and worst times of his life, even on occasion bringing a brief respite to his dark days filled with pain. Since arriving in Evelon though he had rarily ever had the need to pick up his weapon let alone use it. Not wanting to grow rusty or lose his skills and be unprepared should something unfortunate happened he had choosen to keep it and thus came here to train once more.

[Elektra]

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Tsukiko frowned as she made her way through the brush.  It was short enough, but still scratched at her pale legs as she made her way out.  This really was a drag when she thought about it, but there wasn't anything better for her to do.  Ulquiorra wasn't able to stay in this realm for more than a couple of days at the most, even with the begrudging help of Hallibel-sama, which meant she had no one to even be with at the time.  Normal people would've been depressed about that, but she wasn't that worried about it.  After all, Ulquiorra was perfectly capable of fending for himself.

However, she wasn't going to just sit around in Jawan and do nothing at all.  Mizuki was already bored enough, considering that there wasn't a Shinigami around that was willing to spar with her, and Mellusine was still distrustful enough as it was.  All in all, it seemed that things never really liked to go her way.

Finally a figure came into sight, and she raised an eyebrow in suspicion.  What was anyone doing in a place like this to begin with?  Sure, she was here, but she sure as hell wasn't normal.  Even in Shinigami terms for that matter.  However, what caught her attention was the sword in her hand.  Perfect.  She couldn't necessarily use Mizuki on a human, but she always kept three daggers strapped her leg, so those would easily suffice.

[Thunder]

It had been a while since Souseiou sparred with anyone. Usually he trained with his adopted father, Adriel, but recently, Adriel had been very busy with his angel Exorcist missions. One day, though, Souseiou received an invitation for training from a stranger. He was usually apprehensive about training with people other than his "father" because people tended to be terrified of his "half-fallen" appearance- one black wing, one white wing, with his hair split into black and white similarly. In the angel world, he was an abomination. Hopefully he wouldn't be seen as such here.

Souseiou headed over to the appointed meeting place, where he saw a man looking over a sword. He guessed that this was the man who sent out the invitations. He slowly walked towards the man, hoping the man would not judge his half-fallen status, and spoke. "...is this the place for training?" he asked. He figured that sparring would involve swords, so Souseiou had left his handgun at home and borrowed a sword from the Exorcist headquarters. All the while, he did not notice the Shinigami that was lurking around...