And the branches to hands (Open)

[closedcircuit]

Who: Ky Kiske and OPEN
Where: The island
When: July 12th
What: Ky wakes from his coma, and needs a minder (or a sparring partner)
Style: Use what you're comfortable with.

Waking up from a sleep coma is never a pleasant experience: there's always the residual taste in his mouth, the fear that he's missed something that would have benefited from his presence, and the sinking fact that he's still in Vatheon, instead of where his duty truly dictates he ought to be. This time is worse (much worse, though Ky wouldn't acknowledge that part of it), because he'd woken up and found that not only had Sol gone posting to the SFC about science, of all things, but that when Ky tries to contact him he can't, in that particular way of the bubble letting people know someone has gone.

He can't figure out if he should be glad or not about the news, knowing what Sol might do in their world, but he also can't stay in his apartment and think about that, so he doesn't.

He grabs Fuuraiken and heads for the island instead, to run through some sword forms, to try to find reassurance in the constancy of magic and the sharpness of the blade.

He finds himself having to stop frequently, more out of shape by the coma than he'd thought. Or perhaps he should have eaten something before heading straight to do this, but he needs to keep his mind off of Sol being gone. He stumbles in a step, takes a breath, and tries to keep going.

Comments

[copesetic]

Albert's been spending quite a lot of time up on the island lately. It feels more natural than the city below the water, less closed in despite the curve of the bubble still looming on the horizon. He also tends to run into people less up here, something for which he's a little grateful. he plans on leaving as soon as he can so there's really no use in forming attachments.

But he can't help but be fascinated at the way this man moves with the sword. True, it seems he's rusty, but as one who's seen the measure of war with guns and missiles, a sword fighter is something of a novelty. It wouldn't do much to protect someone on a real battlefield, not in his age, but the blond seems to be dressed as some sort of paladin. It could be that technology hasn't progressed to the point that Earth's has.

After seeing a gout of lightning racing across the flat of the blade, Albert reassess that estimation. Perhaps the sword is mechanical in some way, emitting a powerful electric charge when used in a specific manner. An odd progression for the technology to take, but not illogical if the science developed in a certain way.

Because what could it be, other than science?

He's so intrigued that he doesn't realize he's staring quite openly. Hopefully Ky doesn't mind...

[not_heavens_adam]

Ever since their temporary stay on the island, Johnny found himself more at ease with the place as time went by. He liked taking walks on it on occasion and, when the night was clear, looking up at the stars. The bubble might allow him out in the day, but it blocked the view of those gentle points of light that were so easy to get lost in.

Although, it wasn't quite time for the stars to show just yet, dusk still colored the sky, though the sun was hidden away enough he barely felt any discomfort from it. It wasn't too hard to spot Ky once the vampire was close enough, his smell obscured by the salty scent of the ocean. He watched the man a moment, noticing the fact he wasn't moving like he usually did and the way he stumbled at times, which led him to the conclusion the blond wasn't taking care of himself again.

Shock and amaze.

Johnny was quick and silent as he closed the distance between them, barely a blur before he appeared with the metallic clang of his blade catching Ky's. He smirked. "Your form is terrible."

Hope I'm not late.

[angelicbadass]

Pit had been spending some time on the island too. It was the perfect spot when Pit wanted to relax as well as a perfect spot for training, which was what he was doing when he spotted Ky. Walking up to him, he called out in his usual friendly tone. "Hey Ky." If Ky turned around, he'd be staring at an angel.