Seishino Baiken

[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]]