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[in_death_sacrifice]

WHO: Kain and OPEN
WHAT: Getting back up to speed (ish) and sort of overdoing it, sleepwalking, writing home, dealing or not dealing with things, etc
WHEN: Early part of this month
WHERE: Different places around the Gallows
NOTES: Potential references to captivity (or skirting around the issue anyway)

I. Training Area

The moment he's cleared to resume regular duties, Kain gets out to the training area immediately and returns every day after that. He's there for hours at a time, pushing himself as hard as he can manage, not stopping most days until he literally falls over.

This particular session, he's really getting into it, jumping and whirling around as he puts his Dragon Warrior specialization to work, grimacing and growling as he attempts to use his Reaver abilities. He exerts himself harder and harder until he's moving around the field with brutal motions, cutting and slicing into those dummies with a little bit... too much... exertion. Kain doesn't even realize how hard he's pushing it, as he slices and stabs those dummies to smithereens. He isn't thinking about it, just feeling this boiling, burning rage building up the further he goes, pushing him to keep going.

II. Gallows Housing

Late at night, well after most people are probably well settled into bed, Kain is suddenly up and moving around. Not that he even realizes it himself, though... because, of course, at the moment, Kain is still very much asleep. There's been insomnia, nightmares, and many attempts to find the right bunch of herbs to help him snooze off... so it's no wonder that now, he's having some pretty obnoxious side effects.

In this sleepwalking state, he simply wanders, making it out of his room and off along the halls. Eventually, he tries to open a random door to someone else's room so he can step inside. If the door is locked, he simply curls up to resume regular sleeping right up against the door.

III. Library

Brow furrowed as he leans over a stack of papers, Kain is intensely concentrating. He's settled in at a desk beside a window so he can occasionally pause and stare outside. He's... not getting very far with his task, though. The stack of papers are clearly letters that he's received, complete with opened envelopes alongside them. Directly in front of Kain on the desk is a blank piece of paper, one which he's attempting to start writing on. But all he's managed so far are some smears of ink as his mind wanders and he's again staring out the window...

Writing home to his close friends should be easier than this, so why is he having such a difficult time coming up with words right now? He owes them an explanation as to why he'd stopped writing for an entire month.... and longer now, since he still hasn't gotten around to writing them.

He taps the quill onto the paper distractedly, as he moves his gaze around the room.