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WHO: Sakura Matou and Byakuya Kirigiri, later Kei Shiragaki and Rin Tohsaka
WHERE: The park, eventually Kei's house
WHEN: 4/6
WHAT: Sakura loses control of her powers and no one has a good time
WARNINGS: UH magical shenanigans
[Given the unmitigated disaster that Magatus was, Sakura has no business throwing herself back into her training so early. The trees had made it clear, hadn’t they? She’s in it for her ego as much as her friends, it’s just another angle to the same problem that’s plagued her as a child.
She knows. She freely admitted it. And right now, she also doesn’t care.
Forests will leave a bad taste in her mouth for a while yet and the shooting gallery hikes up her anxiety, so Sakura finds a secluded area in the park to practice with her bow and targets. The spray of projectiles hit the ground more often than not, proof that she’s not really paying attention.
Then it's late afternoon and she’s exhausted and jittery with frustration, pushing herself for no other reason than it seems a fitting punishment for her terrible performance. By this point the underside of her left arm is a swatch of bruising from chaffing against the bowstring. Only when she stops and rests for longer than 30 seconds, long enough to hear the thumping being drilled into her temples, does pain finally convince her to drop the bow.
And she drops too, huddled with her chin over her knees and trying not to cry at how hopeless it all seems.]
WHERE: The park, eventually Kei's house
WHEN: 4/6
WHAT: Sakura loses control of her powers and no one has a good time
WARNINGS: UH magical shenanigans
[Given the unmitigated disaster that Magatus was, Sakura has no business throwing herself back into her training so early. The trees had made it clear, hadn’t they? She’s in it for her ego as much as her friends, it’s just another angle to the same problem that’s plagued her as a child.
She knows. She freely admitted it. And right now, she also doesn’t care.
Forests will leave a bad taste in her mouth for a while yet and the shooting gallery hikes up her anxiety, so Sakura finds a secluded area in the park to practice with her bow and targets. The spray of projectiles hit the ground more often than not, proof that she’s not really paying attention.
Then it's late afternoon and she’s exhausted and jittery with frustration, pushing herself for no other reason than it seems a fitting punishment for her terrible performance. By this point the underside of her left arm is a swatch of bruising from chaffing against the bowstring. Only when she stops and rests for longer than 30 seconds, long enough to hear the thumping being drilled into her temples, does pain finally convince her to drop the bow.
And she drops too, huddled with her chin over her knees and trying not to cry at how hopeless it all seems.]