Seishino Baiken

[Today, Baiken is out training near the barracks. Bad weather be damned, it's actually something of a better opportunity to hone her skills, since poor conditions are a good thing to be ready for.

...It isn't until her spiked mace gets struck by lightning mid-throw that she decides maybe it's about time to head home.

But she's sopping wet, and looking something like a drowned rat, and all she owns is her tattered old kimono. It's finally time: Time for her to get a new kimono. Too bad Anji isn't around to force this chore off on.

Later in the afternoon, Baiken can be spotted looking incredibly out-of-place and irritated about it in the clothes shop. Trying to find something more suited to her tastes is near impossible, after all. Just needs to be basic, not too girly, something she can move around freely in... Why is this so damned hard? After that, she'll just stroll through the rain lazily, back to her apartment, to dry off.

It's only then that she opens the journal to ask about something that's been on her mind since the morning.]

[VOICE]

Oi. Anybody spots an old mace somewhere around the barracks, let me know. Lost it earlier.

...Might not be there at all, but I'd appreciate if anyone finds it.

[Early this morning, there is a string of curses let loose over the journals followed by:] Not this shit again. Dammit, always at the worst fucking time...

Bastards couldn't've at least waited a week or two...

My katana better damn well be where I found it last time.

[And some time after the (accidental) journal message, an incredibly annoyed-looking Baiken comes storming into town like some miniature, disgruntled, cherry-blossom-pink hurricane. Even her wings are bristling and twitching in irritation. Pretty white dresses and Baiken do not mix. One eye narrowed dangerously, she's on a beeline towards the smithy to reclaim her weapons first and foremost. Everything else can wait.

She'll probably look a little odd after her trip to grab said weapons, as she'll be grumpily making her way towards the clothes shop, sword and a ridiculous length of chain ending with a claw held with her one arm, still barefoot and clad in the Newfeather dress. And cursing all the way, of course.

Once the whole Finding My Stuff thing is over, it's off to the bar, that's for damn sure.]

[[ooc: Forward-dated to tomorrow morning~ What is time Feel free to run into her wherever. :D]]