SEMI-OPEN / WITH BLOODSHED AND BARE HANDS

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WHO: kaladin et al
WHAT: catch-all log
WHERE: all over the dang place
WHEN: january+
WARNINGS: talk of depression, ptsd, etc. (will update)

( if you want to do a gen thread/quest together pm me or hmu at frooting! )

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NOCTIS / SPARRING

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( twelve thirty-five. normally, kaladin's not such a stickler when it comes to the hour. that's how it is with the recent alethi invention of wristwatches; generally, one judges the time by the relative position of the sun and develops a sense for "winging it." now, with brain-and-eye implants and a semi-permanent branding of numbers in his periphery, it's become hard to ignore lateness.

convinced that the wait will be minutes longer, he manoeuvres through a few spear kata for hallway fighting—thrusts, mostly, and turns. but when one o'clock comes around with no sign of noctis, even the meditation of training can't prevent his tendency to overthink. falling out of stance, standing very still, he wonders if noctis did back out.

'like hell i would,' he said. don't forget that just because it's easier to.

dismissing his sylspear, kaladin decides worrying is more actionable than despairing and marches down the corridor to revelation's wing. )

Noctis, it's Kaladin. Are you in there? ( a clear demand follows the sudden and insistent pound of his fist against room sixteen's door. not even insulated metal can stop it from filtering through. ) Open up; I've been waiting over a storming hour for you. Noctis.

HUNTER / WHICH WAY IS UP?

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( kaladin can't turn down extra work when it distracts him from how horrible his life is; how will he keep the thoughts at bay without devoting every second of his free time to a city in need? that's why he's here right now, standing alongside hunter at the mouth of one of the mazes the station called a "subway."

with all the construction work, it looks more like a big hole in the ground. deep, dark, and claustrophobic. ancient fear unlocked. )

Humans aren't supposed to be in places like this. We've got no business underground. No business. ( intensely cranky this evening due to the double shift he pulled yesterday, kaladin enters complaint mode as they descend, peering down at hunter. ) "I think I'll walk into this dank, dark passageway knowing it's collapsed before and inevitably will again." Do your people tempt fate for convenience's sake, too, Hunter?