Seeking a moment of peace (Active, Open)
WHO: Leon, anyone
WHAT: Training early in the morning.
WHERE: Out by the lake
WHEN: Early in the morning, weren't you paying attention?
WARNINGS: Male fanservice.
Given Xavier's was a school filled with superpowered children and teenagers, there were very few places one could go to get some peace and solitude. Just because something was difficult, however, did not make it impossible, and Leon had descovered that there was one fundiemental truth universal to almost all teenagers, mutants or not; they hated getting up early.
That was why when the sun rose over Xavier's School for the Gifted, Leon had already been working hard, his gunblade moving through slashes, blocks, and parries that had been performed so many times that the knowledge of how to do them was burned into his muscles. He'd worked up a sweat despite the crisp fall morning, and had stripped to the waist, enjoying the cold air against his skin. He'd faced the kind of cold that threatened to turn the very blood in his veins into ice, the cold that only came from the complete absence of life or hope, and compared to that memory, this morning was positively balmy.
As he practiced, his mind was free to shift through the knowledge he had acquired in his time here. This world, from his observations, seemed one full of all sorts of conflict and ambition, the ideal breeding ground for the Darkness, and he could tell this Universe's fate might already balance on the edge of a knife. Fortunately, however, it did seem there were many here who were willing to work to counteract the Darkness's influence, even if some were a bit undisciplined for his tastes. Currently there was no sign of a Darkness infestation, which meant next to nothing, but for the moment he allowed himself the small hope that there might still be time to catch the evil and stop it before it could grow.
Spinning, he slashed upward, the sunrise glinting off his blade as he tossed his hair over one shoulder, eyes flashing and muscular body twisting into a follow through. Whatever happened, be it a easy preemptive strike or a desperate battle, Leon promised both himself and the people of this world that he would be ready.
WHAT: Training early in the morning.
WHERE: Out by the lake
WHEN: Early in the morning, weren't you paying attention?
WARNINGS: Male fanservice.
Given Xavier's was a school filled with superpowered children and teenagers, there were very few places one could go to get some peace and solitude. Just because something was difficult, however, did not make it impossible, and Leon had descovered that there was one fundiemental truth universal to almost all teenagers, mutants or not; they hated getting up early.
That was why when the sun rose over Xavier's School for the Gifted, Leon had already been working hard, his gunblade moving through slashes, blocks, and parries that had been performed so many times that the knowledge of how to do them was burned into his muscles. He'd worked up a sweat despite the crisp fall morning, and had stripped to the waist, enjoying the cold air against his skin. He'd faced the kind of cold that threatened to turn the very blood in his veins into ice, the cold that only came from the complete absence of life or hope, and compared to that memory, this morning was positively balmy.
As he practiced, his mind was free to shift through the knowledge he had acquired in his time here. This world, from his observations, seemed one full of all sorts of conflict and ambition, the ideal breeding ground for the Darkness, and he could tell this Universe's fate might already balance on the edge of a knife. Fortunately, however, it did seem there were many here who were willing to work to counteract the Darkness's influence, even if some were a bit undisciplined for his tastes. Currently there was no sign of a Darkness infestation, which meant next to nothing, but for the moment he allowed himself the small hope that there might still be time to catch the evil and stop it before it could grow.
Spinning, he slashed upward, the sunrise glinting off his blade as he tossed his hair over one shoulder, eyes flashing and muscular body twisting into a follow through. Whatever happened, be it a easy preemptive strike or a desperate battle, Leon promised both himself and the people of this world that he would be ready.