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Training Log 01: Shiny new powers
It's been a day- or something similar to it. After all, time seemed to be a weak thing here. But it's long enough that the pounding in his head from the attack under the Founation is... manageable. His ribs still ache, but he's not going to let that stop him- if Rei needed them to fight, then he would fight. Especially since he now remembered HOW to fight- a weak memory that came with a few other things. Like that fact that he might be royalty(?), but more useful was his skills with a weapon.
So he goes hunting for a big open area- and every other Executor he sees he mentions his intention: to train and test out these new powers. Eventually he finds what he's looking for: what probably was supposed to be a park, though it was slightly twisted like everything else here. But it was open enough that he probably wouldn't hit any non-combatants. A quick switch to his Executor uniform, massive black armor with a fur lined cloak, and he spins his bone spear like an expert.
How strange to have this knowledge but almost no context. Well, it is what it is. He wonders if any of the others will join him?
((ooc: feel free to tag amoung yourselves as well!))
So he goes hunting for a big open area- and every other Executor he sees he mentions his intention: to train and test out these new powers. Eventually he finds what he's looking for: what probably was supposed to be a park, though it was slightly twisted like everything else here. But it was open enough that he probably wouldn't hit any non-combatants. A quick switch to his Executor uniform, massive black armor with a fur lined cloak, and he spins his bone spear like an expert.
How strange to have this knowledge but almost no context. Well, it is what it is. He wonders if any of the others will join him?
((ooc: feel free to tag amoung yourselves as well!))
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Don't you want a home...? I know we're not alive, so maybe... it doesn't matter...
[ she's mumbling, dejected, and she visibly wilts as she trails off. that thought makes her heart sink. yesterday, she doubts that it would have bothered her at all. she would have slept anywhere without thinking about it, like a doll placed on a shelf. but she remembers Saint-Germain and his mansion; the vague, warm feelings connected to it that she can't quite reach but wants to; an emptiness attached to the thought of simply lingering in a convenient place without any meaning to it. articulating that is beyond her abilities right now. ]
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[ Something about the way she says that makes Rei's stomach feel as though it's started to freeze over. She'd been so wired, getting herself caught up in thoughts of fighting and progress that she'd forgotten there were going to be times when the fighting was done.
She'd contented herself with being alone and untethered because she didn't have much of a choice otherwise. But now... ]
... No. You're right. I just... I've been here on my own for so long, I'd forgotten that I don't have to be anymore. And if we're all going to stick together... then it might be fun to find somewhere to be our home.