Kyoko heads straight to the gym. She's simmering with restless, frustrated energy, and she can't tolerate the idea of sitting still anywhere right now. All around her, train life goes on as normal. Newcomers being greeted, friends calling out to each other, making food for one other, finding ways to pass the time. And she can't stomach it right now. She can't.
Part of her wants to pick a fight with someone -- a real fight, not just an argument. But at the same time, she doesn't want to talk to anyone. Doesn't want to be around anyone. She could go hole up in her bunk, but she's afraid of being left alone with her thoughts even more.
If we're supposed to go on like normal, then fine. That's what I'll do.
Once arrived in the gym and securing a space for herself, Kyoko throws herself into her personal training. Uses her illusion magic to create a duplicate of herself to spar against. Long spears clash, sometimes breaking down into chains to catch the other in a trap. But every time one gets the chance to strike home, do some real damage, they stop. Reset. Start again.
It isn't until one of the Kyokos gets knocked into someone else's practice space that they stop. The one furthest away fizzles out, the magic dismissed, as the one who is now in another person's space -- your space -- picks herself up off the floor.
"Sorry 'bout that. Didn't brace for that hit as good as I thought I did."
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Part of her wants to pick a fight with someone -- a real fight, not just an argument. But at the same time, she doesn't want to talk to anyone. Doesn't want to be around anyone. She could go hole up in her bunk, but she's afraid of being left alone with her thoughts even more.
If we're supposed to go on like normal, then fine. That's what I'll do.
Once arrived in the gym and securing a space for herself, Kyoko throws herself into her personal training. Uses her illusion magic to create a duplicate of herself to spar against. Long spears clash, sometimes breaking down into chains to catch the other in a trap. But every time one gets the chance to strike home, do some real damage, they stop. Reset. Start again.
It isn't until one of the Kyokos gets knocked into someone else's practice space that they stop. The one furthest away fizzles out, the magic dismissed, as the one who is now in another person's space -- your space -- picks herself up off the floor.
"Sorry 'bout that. Didn't brace for that hit as good as I thought I did."