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Who: Kengo and wandering people
When: Day 88, early evening
Where: Level 2, by the warehouse
What: Training

[Before he went to bed that night (when dreampost occurs), Kengo was busy practicing with his new powers.

After jogging around the perimeter of the Level 3 common area several times to warm up, he found an out-of-the-way area on the south end of the open square on Level 2, in front of the warehouse, and started up a series of drills, mostly trying out styles of attacks using liquified darkness--first just activating it, trying to form claws or blades with it and swiping (rather inexpertly). He's not very good at it, uneasiness and nerves about the new power causing him to be a bit unsteady with it. Every time the darkness in his skin creeps up his arm to the sleeve of his t-shirt he stops entirely and lets it dissipate before trying again.

Finally he gets frustrated and pulls on a pair of fingerless gloves, activating them into a pair of metal gauntlets, and starts doing much more familiar boxing drills of his own design.]

((ooc: slowpost!))

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[Kengo gets a couple good slashes in before it jumps away, confused. He staggers up, black liquid licking up around him, still kind of formless at the moment. His wounds too look like they're dripping ink rather than blood.]

[. . . there's that tense feeling again.]

Damn it. . . if you don't start winning soon I'm taking over!

[Well, maybe he heard you...? The shadows finally solidify into claws, a little clumsier-looking around the gauntlets he's still wearing, but plenty sharp. He exchanges a few more blows with the bird, suffering more slashes that he seems to ignore, before he manages to get a claw around it's throat and slam it into the nearest surface.]

. . .

[mutters more to himself than to be heard]

Better.

[SLAM SLAM choookes it, claws digging in.... Okay it's probably dead by now]

[. . . Tenses up, and after a moment, he takes some steps towards him, at the ready.]

Did you lose your senses?

[There's no response at first, as he crouches over the kill, watching its last twitches die down...]

--uhh

Edited 2012-11-04 10:40 (UTC)

[suddenly back to normal, darkness draining out until his eyes and skin are how they should be]

Edited 2012-11-03 06:48 (UTC)

. . .

. . .

Are you alright?

Darc-- [jolts, looking over at him like he's checking if Darc's hurt]

... What are you looking me over for!... Then you blacked out.

--Sorry--[did he--? He doesn't seem sure, eying the bird again as he backs up stiffly. His blood looks normal now.]

. . .

Calm down. You're alright.

It seems if you're cornered it gets worse much more quickly.

It jumped on me so I wanted to push it off...

It.. it bled a lot...

Have you never killed something before? Of course it bleeds a lot.

[s-scrubs his hands on his knees--still sort of shaky from his sanity lapse but MAYBE IF I IGNORE IT...]

Um... i-it's normal not to have killed anything before, where I'm from... I mean, I guess I've killed Kokuchi, but they just disappear once they die...

. . . You haven't. . .

[uch-- gets a gross feeling in his stomach. For a moment he doesn't believe him, but he recognizes all those signs, the reluctance and anxiety, all feelings he destroyed in himself. He'd chalked it all up to hesitance with a new style and using darker powers, not a new situation entirely. He thinks about how this has been going... has he been pushing Kengo along too hard? But no, Kengo has been pushing himself forward too. And if he doesn't learn to do this much, he won't survive. That's just how things are...]

Edited 2012-11-05 07:55 (UTC)

I warned you it'd be embarrassing! Um, at least the itch is gone...

[side-eyes birdcorpse... If I don't think about how I killed it it's not so bad...] I guess we should get it back inside before something else comes?

... Come on. Quickly.

[steps towards him, magic stirring the wind under his feet and coiling around him, then Kengo]

Soothing breeze, lend me your strength.

[a great deal of the injury knits in a rush of air - he's still hurt, but it's down to wounds one can deal with.]

Wh--oh... [just now noticing how bad his injuries were now that he has a comparison and his body lets itself relax a bit.] Wow, that was hurting a lot more than I thought it was. Thanks--!

Ah.. [Welp... hesitates a moment, as if expecting the bird to jump up again if he touches it, then steels himself and grabs it by the legs, hauling it up. He'll probably need some help carrying it but the two of them can manage] Sorry, bird. I'll try to be less messy next time...