fun times with darth emo

[killthepast]

who: Kylo Ren & OPEN
what: Catch-all from now until whenever he canon updates. For the training prompt, I am nnnnnnot exactly looking to write out actual sparring, but we can definitely write pre-sparring and the aftermath.
when: January! Maybe part of February, too.
where: The river, a gym, the abandoned city, communal housing, annnnd around
warnings: None yet

i. training montage
[ His situation, such as it is, is no excuse to slack on his training. Ren may not be able to serve the Supreme Leader here, but at least he can ensure that he will be able to serve to the best of his abilities when he finds his way back to his rightful place.

So, he finds time to meditate each day, and he trains when he can, honing his skills with the Force. Often, this takes him to quieter parts of the city, near the river or on the outskirts, where he can train with his lightsaber in relative solitude.

Sometimes, too, he'll actually make an appearance at one of the city's gyms, to spar. Gotta keep those combat skills sharp. ]

ii. exploring
[ More and more, Kylo ventures out to the fence and beyond, exploring the forests and the abandoned city. It's dangerous to go alone, sure, but he's confident in his abilities. It's about the only thing he's certain of, and if nothing else, it affords him the opportunity to clear his (many) frustrations from his head and get some more aggression out against the odd creatures he encounters from time to time, should they prove to be hostile.

It feels good to use his lightsaber against things without having to concern himself with the authorities. ]

iii. chopped
[ SOMETIMES KYLO REN HANGS OUT AT HOME, IN THE COMMUNAL HOUSING AREA. Even though he has a private room, he still has to make use of the public kitchen, so, uh. Yeah idk. If you want to hang out while Darth Vader's antisocial grandson tries to cook food as quickly as possible, go for it. He can yell, he can throw things, but he can't exactly stop you. It's a free... building... ]

iv. wildcard
[ You know what to do. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. ]

Comments

[trashvalkyrie]

[Hey, buddy. That all sounds really rough. Val gets it. She's had a weird couple of months. It's all a shake-up. And sometimes you just need to take out all your shit on an inanimate object.

Her sword lowers, and then back into its sheath on her back.]

Right. 'Course.

[With that weapon of his turned off, she feels safe enough to come closer.]

Looks like you taught it a lesson.

[RIP that tree.]

[killthepast]

[ Well, she clearly doesn't believe him-- which makes sense; he wouldn't believe himself, either-- but at least she doesn't press the issue. For that, Ren feels some gratitude. And besides, she's a warrior who's been around for a thousand years or so; she must be difficult to faze. ]

It will think twice before standing in anyone's way again. [ Ha ha. Ha. Awkward attempt at humor...

Anyway. With both of their weapons lowered and sheathed-- his own lightsaber back in its rightful position on its belt-- Ren takes a step back from the scene of the crime and directs his attention to Val more completely. ]

That's an impressive weapon. [ Swords >>>> projectiles. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[She pauses, raises her eyebrows incredulously, and then snorts.]

Was that a joke?

[From her brief conversation with this guy...he really doesn't seem the type. But she'll take it. And she'll take the compliment, too. She grins, reaches up and pats the pommel of her sword.]

Thanks. It's the last of its kind anywhere, so...I keep it close. It's not a laser sword though.

[killthepast]

[ There's the tiniest hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips. ]

It's been known to happen sometimes. [ Kylo Ren's famous for his sense of humor! Well, not famous. And his sense of humor's generally pretty sarcastic. Much as he tries to deny it: he is his parents' child. ]

Lightsaber. [ Though 'laser sword' is... honestly an accurate description, so he doesn't sound put off by it. ] One of the last. You could say it's a dying art, where I'm from.

[trashvalkyrie]

Good to know.

[She nods thoughtfully, and she's sort of struck by that 'dying art' bit.]

I know how that goes. My sword's not...the only thing that's last of its kind.

[u feel me]

[killthepast]

[ That gives him pause. Ren, after all, is in a bit of an unusual position here. Yes, he's one of the few Force users left-- one of a handful who even know how to make a lightsaber-- but he's also... soooort of responsible for toppling his uncle's Jedi temple and killing half of the students.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't know a thing or two about loneliness! ]

Your people are gone?

[trashvalkyrie]

Sort of. It's...

[She kicks at a bit of rubble, swinging her shoulders around, debating how best to put this.]

I was part of this group of warriors. Legends in our own time. And basically...some shit went down, and Thor's bitch older sister slaughtered the whole legion.

[Except her. Haha,]