Kyle Roth ☫ Kylo Ren (immunetolight) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-09-08 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | c.e. clark, kyle roth |
Who: Kyle Roth & Clark. Just Clark. He has no other name, don't ask about it.
What: Clark wants to study him or something.
Where: Underground Resistance HQ in Los Angeles, CA
When: Thursday evening, September 8th 2016
Warnings: Uhhhh tbd but it's Kylo so.
This time of evening Kyle could always be found in this particular room, not that most people would ever know to find him there given his current anonymity within the organization. It was a training room, for all intent and purpose, but it was designed specifically for someone with his level of abilities. It had actually been designed specifically with him in mind, though Kyle had no idea if anyone else ever used it. All he knew was that when he was in here, no one else was permitted even near the room while he was working in it. Not for their own safety (although that might be wise), but because Kyle's identity needed to be protected. He understood, or at least he usually did, when he wasn't in a mood and all rational thought went flying out the window.
Growing up so isolated as a kid had its drawbacks, in some ways it had just made Kyle into more of a caged animal and it certainly didn't do him any favors in developing some actual people skills over the years. Constantly restless and hostile, and always in need of releasing some pent up aggression. That didn't lessen any as a young adult, it just started to fester until everything was a potential boiling point, which might not come as much of a surprise if you were aware of who his reincarnate was. Given his abilities, and how they had a tendency to be coveted and feared, Kyle's guardian and close associates had thought it best to keep Kyle and his reincarnate a closely guarded secret until Kyle was ready to be exposed to the public eye. He still wasn't ready, but almost. After years of training, his skills with the Force were unmatched, and his guardian thought him almost disciplined and old enough to successfully lead an army.
Kylo Ren's parentage was known throughout the galaxy, the conflict of light and dark that ran in his veins with the Skywalker blood line already the stuff of legends. From the time that he was born, there were people with ideas for him, for what he could be and what they wanted him to be, and plenty who would be looking to take advantage. Kyle was lucky, his parents had wisely kept his reincarnation to themselves when it happened, only allowing a few others into the inner circle to insure Kyle received the right teachings from the beginning, void of any conflicting influences from others who might have their own idea about how he turned out. After his parents untimely deaths, there were still people to see to Kyle's studies. Those teachings might have been extreme at times, but it was because of them that Kyle had made so much progress.
He'd been in there for hours already, slowly working his body to its limit as usual, always pushing himself that little bit extra to test the walls of that limit and gradually expand it until hopefully he no longer had one. Much like Kylo, he preferred to be without any physical weakness, so Kyle was relentless with himself, working steadily without stopping for many hours. The room was computerized, with many programs built specifically for someone with his abilities, so Kyle was able to exercise his connection with the Force and make use of it to deflect projected attacks through different simulations, and use his gifts to inflict his own on defenseless holograms. Of course, he would have preferred live subjects, something with more fight, but that was rare and only when the Resistance could afford to bring in someone for Kyle's private amusement.
His guardian had told him someone had requested permission to see Kyle that day, which was new. No one had ever done that, which meant that whoever this person was, they were important enough that concessions had been made in order to see him. Kyle didn't know when they were supposed to show up, or he'd stopped keeping track of the time because he didn't care. Either way, he was content to continue his work out until they got here, stripped down to a pair of black, loose fitting pants and sleeveless shirt, lightsaber slashing cleanly through the air as he aggressively worked on some more defensive moves against a computerized opponent. Despite how long he'd been down here, Kyle had barely even broken a sweat. It took a lot to exert himself these days.