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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takes a break, brushing his messy shock of black hair from his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, the glowing red light withdrawn into the hilt once more.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.

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"I see ..." Bethany murmured, her brown eyes looking thoughtful as she considered the code itself. It didn't seem particularly evil. Just sort of ... weirdly ambitious? She really didn't want to judge, considering how little she knew about the Sith.

"So where the Jedi seek to distance themselves, to maintain the balance, the Sith instead immerse themselves in emotions, to bring their own particular balance. Light and dark." She paused, then asked almost timidly, "Is anyone in the middle?"

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"Yes. The two factions have a lot of fundamentally different idea,s but that's the gist of it." He looks almost relieved when she gets it.

"I'm not sure. Someone in the middle - finding some kind of gray area - I don't think I've ever seen anything like that." But there were Jedi like Obi-wan who played the line, without going dark.

"It just seems to me ... and I must beg your pardon, that if one is going to look to balance the Force, one should have aspects of both philosophies." She hums softly, tilting her head to the side, "Perhaps a mixture of serenity and passion - accepting both sides of one self instead of trying to strangle off everything that makes you ... you. After all, no one person is one hundred percent patient or angry all the time. You find someplace in the middle to be the most ... human."

"Maybe? No one's ever 'mixed' them before. It's always been frowned upon. The Sith see the Jedi's ideals as weakness - sentimentality born from their soft natures. The Jedi find the Sith to be cruel, dealing in absolutes. I don't know that that's quite right for either side. Obi-Wan is far from soft, for example." He says that almost with a hint of admiration too. Obi-wan had absolutely beat him quite soundly and he'd learned from it.

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".... well, from what I can tell, you both could learn something good from one another. At least perhaps then you could both have some chance at real happiness." She beamed up at the taller, slightly younger man. "As it stands, though, you seem to be coming along with finding a middle ground. From what you've told me, a Sith wouldn't be standing here, nicely discussing this with strangers."

"I don't know may other Sith, beyond my former master, but I don't mind talking to people who aren't trying to kill me." He runs his hand through the hair hanging at the back of his neck, bowing his head slightly at his own frank admission. "Usually people find me intimidating."

He's tall, wearing black from head to toe, and wide and muscular. He was used to being intimidating, used to being feared. Even just a short amount of time in his presence made people uneasy with him.

"Oh, honestly, that's a relief, because I have no plans on killing you!" She beamed up at him, before her brown eyes widened a little, "What on earth for? You seem a little grumpy, but you've treated me with respect and kindness. That's not intimidating at all."

(One day, Ben, you'll understand that Bethany hangs out with people like Fenris and Nathaniel Howe, and Other Scary People. Intimidating isn't really a factor for her.)

She gives him another beam, before she looks at his clothes, "Although I'm sure those don't help - you need some color ..." She rifled through her knitting bag, pulling out a thin, red scarf. "Here, try this."

"Well it was- the intimidating thing was more obvious back home, I guess. Here, I can't seem to get the same effect. People have come up to say 'hello' to me for less." Bethany included, but at least he'd been training. He caught people's attention waving around a laser sword and it's unique compared to Rey's and Obi-Wan's.

"But it's yours. I don't really need a scarf." His brows crease together, conflict keeping him from outright accepting or denying the gift. When was the last time he'd ever been given a gift? Besides the necklace Rey gave him, he couldn't remember. He couldn't just refuse. It would be rude, wouldn't it? After a moment he takes off his gloves and takes the scarf, feeling the fabric in his hands.

"Did you make this?"

"Oh, well, you are still very tall and imposing, I think you're doing fine. Just ... some of us have had a lot of experience with intimidating people? Just don't try so hard." She beamed upwards.

Her hands waved, "Oh please, everyone needs a scarf. Trust me, you'll thank me once they make us travel through the mountains." She holds it out until he takes it, folding her hands in front of her.

"Oh yes, I am one of the resident knitters. That's the last of my Pel yarn - she made the best yarn in all of Thedas." She sighs wistfully, before she leans in. "Feel how soft and light it is? Perfect for the cold or even just chilly weather."

"Ah. Then you have interesting friends." He actually smiles just a little bit, a subtle upwards turn of the corners of his mouth. He's touched by the gift, even if he doesn't feel worthy of it. They've only just met, haven't they?

"Then I'll hold onto it then, if you don't mind." He takes it, still a little bewildered that she was being so nice to him. He just isn't used to it. It isn't unpleasant, though. Bethany seems a kind enough person.

"Thank you. I don't get gifts very often." Red isn't the worst color, either.

"Yes, I rather think I do." Bethany tipped her chin a little, her smile becoming mischievous. "And wouldn't the world be a better place if we all had interesting friends?"

She nods her head, once and firmly. "Good. Come winter I'll see you get a matching hat and gloves sent to you, whereever I am."

That statement gives her pause, before she said softly, "For a few years, neither did I. I think that is why I find them all so precious."

"I suppose it would be." He wouldn't know. His only real 'friend' in many years was Rey. They were a bit more than friends by this point. He supposes he's made friends here too.

"You don't have to go out of your way like that. I haven't done anything to warrant it."

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its cool sorry i got late getting back to this!! the phylactery stuff kept me busy

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