(no subject)
Morning. Niko had always been early to rise and, since coming to the island, early to bed. There were no imminent dangers here and while it was imprudent to get lax about training, there was also no need to patrol all hours of the night. He tried not to let on his relative comfort with the island and the state of things; Cal might take it as an opportunity to let his own training slide and then where would they be? Nowhere good, that was certain. That said, training and drills seemed to hold less immediate concern now and Niko explored other options: studying, teaching. He had missed being an academic when so much of his life focused on trying not to get killed.
This morning, he had lifeguard training with Jessica but he made it to the beach earlier than that, the sky still dark and twinkling with stars. Five, perhaps, maybe six. Nowhere near the wee hours he used to frequent when trying to keep Cal from the Auphe and for that he was grateful; he wouldn't have wished their life on anyone, not even an enemy. Ten months on this island with no seeming way to escape and Niko had gained and lost. Gained Trixa, a woman who knew of him if not knew him and lost Hal and Goodfellow, friends if they could be considered such. Gained a class full of yoga students who continually impressed him with their desire to learn and push themselves and lost Charlie, a man who understood the art of zen.
With the moon still high in the sky and the horizon barely tingeing pink, Niko Leandros drew out his knives and started a kata, taking solace in the blade when the island didn't suffice.
[Not a bad time to meet him, even if he's waxing philosophical. Feel free to find him later than the wee early morning, though he'll likely be getting ready for Lifeguarding. His class runs until 9AM.]
This morning, he had lifeguard training with Jessica but he made it to the beach earlier than that, the sky still dark and twinkling with stars. Five, perhaps, maybe six. Nowhere near the wee hours he used to frequent when trying to keep Cal from the Auphe and for that he was grateful; he wouldn't have wished their life on anyone, not even an enemy. Ten months on this island with no seeming way to escape and Niko had gained and lost. Gained Trixa, a woman who knew of him if not knew him and lost Hal and Goodfellow, friends if they could be considered such. Gained a class full of yoga students who continually impressed him with their desire to learn and push themselves and lost Charlie, a man who understood the art of zen.
With the moon still high in the sky and the horizon barely tingeing pink, Niko Leandros drew out his knives and started a kata, taking solace in the blade when the island didn't suffice.
[Not a bad time to meet him, even if he's waxing philosophical. Feel free to find him later than the wee early morning, though he'll likely be getting ready for Lifeguarding. His class runs until 9AM.]