rakuen | Gymnasium [OPEN]

Characters: Kallen Kozuki and you, obviously.
Format: Prose or action, pick your poison.
This log is: OPEN
Location: The gymnasium.
Summary: After seeing Kotarou in his condition and not wanting to let that happen (to him or anyone else she knew) again, Kallen trains. She's two+ months out of practice and if she's going to plan on protecting someone, then it's about that time. Just some image training to get her through for now. If your character wants to spar with her, just observe, or hand her a water, by all means. Just don't go through her stuff in the corner and ask what this is.
Warnings: N/A
Notes: If you know Kallen well enough, she has a little problem with her chest area. But you'll notice now that she looks a bit flatter. Thank you binding.

Kallen threw one punch after the other. It didn't matter how tired she got, it didn't matter. Kotaru was still unconscious and Haushi knocked her down with a mere push. She had been out of training for months, becoming the normal student she wanted to be. She was an "ex-terrorist", an ex-pilot, and an ex-fighter. All those things needed to change if she wanted to seek the act of protecting someone.

Swiftly, she pulled off a roundhouse kick before ducking and striking before. She could feel her moves were sloppy and not how they used to be. She would have to hone those skills now if she wanted to be what she used to be. A Black Knight. She was the ace of the team and she would use her power to protect. Except it wasn't Lelouch this time. She couldn't do that and Kallen personally left that in the hands of Suzaku. Kallen couldn't watch out for him, not like before.

For now, she would protect Kotarou whether he was aware of it or not at the moment (she told him so while he was unconscious). It was her mission now, something she sought out to do. Dressed in a tank top and short despite the weather, she was going to train.

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Turning back forward from wrestling the bag over the back, Grenn shrugged.

"I'm not... used to these wheelchairs... At my home, the mobility aids are much better so I don't really notice much..."

"Mobility aids?" Have to say, her interest is piqued.

"Er... it's just... what I call our versions of these," Grenn said and patted the arm of the wheelchair. It's not exactly a lie either, considering a hoverchair is her present's wheelchair.

"There's the prostethics, and the other mobility aids..." Grenn shrugged.

"I see..." Finding out things that didn't exactly exist in your world was... interesting. "If you don't mind me asking, what's the year you've come from?"

Apparently Kallen had figured a few thiings out. Grenn rubbed her face and sighed.

"Year 326 GMC. Don't ask me for when it was instated compared to the Gregorian calendar, I have no idea..." Which she didn't. The Gregorian calendar was, after all, not the calendar her family had ever used.

"Huh..." She had no idea what Grenn was talking about. But she kept her ground. "It's probably in the future from my world."

Kallen really had figured something out, so all Grenn did was nod. There really was no reason to deny what she'd said, after all.

"Very possible... Or some of the others."

"True. There's a lot of theories I'm trying to wrap my head around, see what one makes the most sense."

Grenn nodded slowly, reminded of her and Yuki's discussion in the dining hall.

Then she remembered something...

"Kallen. You know Gino?" It was just something that struck her, because if Kallen knew Gino, then they weren't from the same world/reality/whatever, because a place called 'Brittania' hadn't existed... not in that spelling of the name.

"I do," she said softly. They weren't exactly on speaking terms, but yeah, Kallen knew Gino.

"Then..." Should she say this? ... Yes. Kallen was demonstrably not from her own time-line, admitting they weren't out loud would damage nothing.

"Wr're not from the same... um... time-line? Reality?" Grenn shook her head and shrugged, uncertain what to term it.

"There's never been a Brittannia where I'm from." She was quite sure of this.

"And I believe you," Kallen said, sitting on the floor in front of Grenn. "I believe if people aren't pulled from the same 'world' so to speak, they had to come from somewhere else... An alternate reality maybe? I'm not really sure how to word it."

"Alternate dimensions, perhaps... with this being a pocket dimension. A small one between everything else, but touching them..." It was the closest she could come to, but the annoying use of really advanced technology in places mocked her.

"That explains why our years don't match up or why we haven't heard of different lands. It's the best theory I've got."

Gymnasium [OPEN]

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