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takes a break, brushing his messy shock of black hair from his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, the glowing red light withdrawn into the hilt once more.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

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Comments

[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. ]