Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160722105819/@comment-26571677-20170115015311

It had been days since Eridius' last visit. He'd mostly been preoccupied with training with his brutal mentor, who only seemed to become more strict after he met her daughter, Van Dyke. He'd been making steady progress, becoming more accustomed with his weapons, and his new abilities of momentary flight. It felt amazing, indescribably, to soar through the sky, it was as if, for those few, stretched out moments, he was truly free from Remnant and all it's problems.

One could only imagine his surprise as he walked by one of the many VR training rooms, and heard the cries of the girl he'd talked to, for a while. He looked through the glass, eyebrow raised, and watched her train, noting with impressment that she was competent, if not quite adept at maneuvering her wheelchair.

But it wouldn't be enough, he could see her struggling in some parts. Having a disability like hers really was a problem after all...she lacked mobility, and had no agility to speak of. Truly a damning barrier holding her back. He felt bad for getting her hopes up...but he supposed that it was better than living your life out in stagnation and hopelessness.

With those cheery thoughts, he walked off, heading to the shower, mentally prepping himself for the next brutal bout of hand-to-hand sparring with his unrelenting mentor. He always had wondered why she was so hard on him...but it was a question for another day, and another time.