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Who: Kairi.
When: Afternoon.
Where: Order's Sanctuary, but I'm happy to take this elsewhere if you want to. She won't go on her own, though.
What: Training; practicing, really.
Type: Log, but I'll action if it's easier for you.
Notes/Warnings: Nothing currently, unless she actually fights something/one, then, violence. Open to multiple threads~.
Order's Sanctuary was quiet, which, was probably fortunate. Kairi'd found an empty corner, away from the strange new building and the many crystals that led to just as many rooms, and was practicing with her Keyblade. The experience she'd gained with the rocket launcher and the guns had vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared in the first place; she couldn't remember quite how she did all that. And if she did a mid-air somersault now? Well, she'd knew that would end up as a disaster. She could remember herself doing it; just not how.
It wasn't so much training: she didn't feel confident to go out alone and take down mannequins by herself. She wasn't exactly against it, but she was being realistic. Going by herself and getting overrun, like she had that one time with Heartless, was not something she planned to repeat in the near future.
Which found her here, her summoned Keyblade in hand, as she slowly practiced strokes, slowly through the air in one direction, then again the same way, but slightly faster. Then a new direction, and rinse and repeat. Spin around to the side and hit, covering her left flank. Then her right. And again.
When: Afternoon.
Where: Order's Sanctuary, but I'm happy to take this elsewhere if you want to. She won't go on her own, though.
What: Training; practicing, really.
Type: Log, but I'll action if it's easier for you.
Notes/Warnings: Nothing currently, unless she actually fights something/one, then, violence. Open to multiple threads~.
Order's Sanctuary was quiet, which, was probably fortunate. Kairi'd found an empty corner, away from the strange new building and the many crystals that led to just as many rooms, and was practicing with her Keyblade. The experience she'd gained with the rocket launcher and the guns had vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared in the first place; she couldn't remember quite how she did all that. And if she did a mid-air somersault now? Well, she'd knew that would end up as a disaster. She could remember herself doing it; just not how.
It wasn't so much training: she didn't feel confident to go out alone and take down mannequins by herself. She wasn't exactly against it, but she was being realistic. Going by herself and getting overrun, like she had that one time with Heartless, was not something she planned to repeat in the near future.
Which found her here, her summoned Keyblade in hand, as she slowly practiced strokes, slowly through the air in one direction, then again the same way, but slightly faster. Then a new direction, and rinse and repeat. Spin around to the side and hit, covering her left flank. Then her right. And again.