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[letoldthingsdie]

WHO: Kylo Ren and YOU
WHAT: Day to day life; includes some training in the gallows, exploring Kirkwall and such
WHEN: Throughout the remainder of April/Cloudreach 9:44
WHERE: Gallows, Kirkwall, etc
NOTES: Nothing of note but I'll update if that changes

Gallows

With his lightsaber in hand, Kylo can be found training rigorously in various forms. He's careful to practice at a distance from anyone else, should they get too close. Starting his training, feet planted firmly and hand holding his weapon out as if to point it at an unseen target, he swings and swirls the lightsaber in his hands in fluid motions. Each time he avoids hitting the dummy directly, occasionally stopping his blade on either side of the target. The last thing he wanted to do every time he trained was to break a training dummy.

He focuses on more than just his blade work, however, practicing his breathing, the bend of his knees as he strikes, and keeping his body a firm immovable object against his opponent. Eventually he takes a break, brushing his messy shock of black hair from his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, the glowing red light withdrawn into the hilt once more.

During his point of resting, he stretches his arms, reaching down to his toes or crossing them one over the other to loosen each muscle. The rigors of training gave him something to channel his energy into, finding focus in his thoughts through the effort he expends with his blade.

Kirkwall

Having washed the sweat and grime from training away, Kylo can be found exploring the markets and other points of interest within Kirkwall. Lowtown was bustling with life as he browsed the Market District, winding streets drawing his attention now and again as he went from shop to shop. It was far from home, but it was starting to feel as such once the routine had set in.

Stopping at a food stall, Kylo turns over a piece of fruit with a careful gaze as he examines it for any flaws. Eventually he would make his way towards the the next shop, stopping to see the wares that Lowtown had to offer.

Wildcard

[ooc: Just hit me up on my journal or pm me at wishuponthenightskies if you want to come up with a different prompt for us to do!]

Comments

[aenseidhe]

[ Iorveth, used to a world where every opportunity to find an excuse to lynch an elf is always taken, immediately expects this interaction to go another way when a human shows up with the words "everything alright here" on her lips. the both of them, likely Kylo more for his familiarity with Iorveth's general disposition, might sense him tensing defensively, eye darting to the girl suspiciously. ]

Judging the worthiness of size as an excuse for lack of mobility.

[ He murmurs, distantly, while pacing a few steps back, arms crossing over his chest and a seemingly casual, idle glance to the right that's more calculating than it appears, surveying his literal blind spot for any others that may have taken interest, as well as escape routes. ]

No. We've not.

[provenforce]

[ Rey recognizes wariness when she sees it, has been that person on more than one occasion. Thedas has oddly enough made her more open, more willing to introduce herself to strangers, rather than immediately assuming everyone is a threat.

In contrast she relaxes a little, when neither one replies with 'no we're gonna beat the crap out of each other now.' She shakes her head at Ben's question, focusing her attention on the elf. ]

Being bigger can be imposing for a smaller combatant. But sometimes that's not enough.

[ Rey knows that first-hand. She lifts a corner of her mouth, holding her hand out to Iorveth. ]

I'm Rey.

[letoldthingsdie]

Maybe, from a certain point of view.

[He almost gives her a knowing look, glad she hadn't mentioned beating him quite soundly or that her size had been somewhat an advantage. It also didn't hurt that what ever had changed for her during their exchange, that surge of energy within the Force, had happened.]

Rey is from the same world as I am.

[He elaborates, hoping Iorveth might be less wary because of it. He knew the elf wasn't fond of humans. It was a wonder the two of them even had the conversations they did. Somehow it had become a meeting of kindred spirits.]

[aenseidhe]

[ it's true - there was a much higher chance for kylo ren to be someone iorveth would rather cut open than speak to. it was the nature of their meeting, the necessity in working together for survival, and the fact Iorveth saw in him something too broken to be the same brand of damnable that most humans are to him. as with helena. these few, small exceptions. they aren't many, but since geralt, they've started to exist. ]

Iorveth.

[ He finally gives, after a long moment of looking between the two of them, and finally taking Kylo's implied vouch for the girl. reaching out, he clasps her forearm, as he's still from those ancient ass times when allowing a half-ass dagger search meant meeting in peace. His head tilts to cast a sidelong look to Kylo. ]

You have friends. Wonders never cease.

[provenforce]

Maybe tell that to your face?

[ Rey teases Ben lightly, a corner of her mouth lifting before she turns her attention back to Iorveth, clasping his forearm in return. Her smile widens a little at the possibility that Ben could have friends. ]

I don't know that friends is the word I'd use?

[ Which is true enough. They'd never really been friends. They'd had a mutual understanding, a truce, and then... what they are now. Which is definitely not friends. ]

[letoldthingsdie]

Well, we haven't tried to kill each other in a while.

[He croaks the words out, clearing his throat to cover up the surprise at her words. Nervously, he runs a gloved hand through his hair. Why did she have to put it that way?]

I wouldn't say I'm someone who makes friends.

[aenseidhe]

[ Their bickering on the subject makes them look like young children making their first attempt at flirting, clumsy and half failed, but pure in its innocence. ]

That's more a qualifier than I have with some I've called friends.

[ trying to kill each other lately, he means. sometimes your friends get in the way, okay? you fight a good fight, leave them a little alive at the end, buy them a drink and say sorry but not sorry next time you meet. ]

It's a start nonetheless. Look at you, growing up. [ Kylo, he means, a tease with a smirk to his scarred lips. ]