When the monster you face is yourself [Open]

[darklighthero]

 

Who: Jak/Mar, YOU!

When: Day 4
Where: The Gym
What: Jak takes out his anger and grief on training dummies.
Warnings: None that at this time

Jak found himself pacing around the train a lot more than usual. He shouldn't of worried about all the things slowly building in his mind now, but everything came crawling back. His dark side, the loss of his father and a lot more.

Why did literally everything had to come crashing down on him right now of all times?"

Maybe the dreams he had over the last few days seemed to trigger something.

In the gym, you could see a angry long eared man slamming his eco fueled fist into a training dummy enough to leave a dent.

"Damnit! ...

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[littlepaperbird]

Paper was just passing through on his way to the quiet car so that he could sit somewhere and study some notes he had taken on a few of the plants that had been grown, but stopped as he came across Jak beating the ever living crap out of a training dummy. Paper didn't quite understand what Jak was - he had ears like some of the elves, but also still different? Paper watched until Jak spoke, trying to determine maybe what class the man was - he surely seemed like a monk at the moment.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt. What's wrong? Can I help?"

The bird man spoke with a sincerity that shone more in his eyes than could be conveyed with his patchwork of voices.

You are fine!

[darklighthero]

As Jak aimed another eco fueled fist at the training dummy, he stopped as he turned. Clear anger crowded his face.

He was aiming to punch whatever was close but he stopped himself.

"Lots of things are wrong, my whole life is a lie!"

His girlfriend had given up on him for another guy named Erol and refused to even see him when things went wrong, she called him a monster, he'd lost his father before he got kidnapped by the void train. Dark Jak had murdered senseless times to protect him.

But the cream of the crop came when his nightmares fell back on him.

If paper wasn't careful, he'd see dark eco sparks around the man.

[littlepaperbird]

It was incredibly and painfully clear that this man was angry and that Paper should be more worried about this situation than he was. Paper was as cool as a cucumber in the way he stood - either he underestimated Jak, or was simply confident in his own abilities if this went wrong. Needless to say: Jak's strength was impressive.

Paper blinked at the exclamation, tilting his head a little bit. It didn't give him much to go on, but it did let him ask one simple question: "Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes that can help." Not that punching a training dummy silly couldn't help, it probably helped a good amount. But sometimes talking could help too.