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((Alrighty, here I go... ><))

Sweat, the scent of blades after they'd crashed so many times, the newly-made dust, stirred by a flurry of feet...this was what met Rose Allen's nose and sight as she entered the near-empty training arena. Beyond the walls of this facility, bright red orbs gazed across the beauty of Paris...the Eiffel Tower, the waterfront...it was all so brightly covered in lights and the perfect scene for her to await her trainer. A smile crossed soft, cherry-petal lips as she stared off at the not-so-distant tower, glittering metal and lights joining the landscape beyond. "Beautiful." she murmured lightly, gently rubbing the mark upon her shoulder. "Perhaps I may tour later." She closed her eyes for a split second. "Perhaps."

Rose spun around to face the woman, the smile curling on her lips widening. "Understood." She mumbled a few words silently, her right hand lengthening into a long blade, an opaque coal shade in colour. Air was beneath her as she leapt, blade-arm swinging down swiftly to lay a lengthy wound upon Adalia, shoulder to hip.

Rose yanked her blade up from the ground, blocking Adalia's innocence from striking, though a nick dig strike her left temple lightly, a slim trickle of crimson liquid lining it. She smirked thoughtfully. "I won't let that happen again." this was said as she let her other arm become a second blade, swinging it up to hit the woman from below.

Rose rolled nimbly out of the way, just as the blade was about to slam into her. She was now in a lunge as she rolled herself back up, and with a huff, leapt at the woman again, now a blade arm flying at the front and back of her as she flew above.

As she landed on the ground, she brought her blade-hands up to clasp the blade, mere centimeters from piercing her skull. Her bright blue eyes were wide, her breath shorter than when the battle began as she balanced the weight of blade and holder in her two arms. "You are....quite good at...your art, Miss." she smiled widely as she trembled the slightest bit. "Not quite that easy to block these attacks." this was said as yet another trickle of crimson blood flowed from the new slash upon her forehead.

((here we go again >.<))
We find our hero, Johnathan Maxwell Michaels, sitting in a local Starbucks sipping a small latte and reading the local paper. "Would you look at this, these people would riot in the streets and loot if they knew of the akuma. Thank the Lord we exorcists exist lest this world fall into chaos."Johnathan mumbled incoherently to himself, at least he knew what he was saying, the others patrons of the cafe thought he was crazy.

(I don't understand what you mean by patrons duty...he's talking about the other people in the Starbucks, and that he was thinking it, not saying it.)
John began singing the first few verses to 'The Rose of Tralee'as he followed supervisor Isamu out of the Starbucks and into the street, noticing the supervisors shirt begin to disappear John's hands unconsciously went to his guns, Smokin' Aces and Black Chorus. "Excuse me Supervisor Isamu, but what would you need me for? I'm trying to take a break from my training and I only have" John stared at the cheap watch he had bought from s street vendor at Mardi Gras, that was a fun week, "ten minutes." John dropped his arm to his side and brushed his hand against Smokin' Aces leather grip, finding comfort in it being there.