Jason spent the night wandering the halls of the Nome. It was getting late. Most of the others had gone to bed. While he often tried to keep up the upbeat, naive quester vibe going, he often found when he was alone, he struggled with his own darkness. Not that he would ever bring it up with anyone in the group. Wandering the halls while it was dark, gave him some solace. Leaning against a wall, he slid to the ground. His head resting between his hands. [color=goldenrod]"I'm sorry."[/color] He whispered into his hands. His mind takes him back to that fateful night. Taking a deep breath, he centred himself back in reality. Jason stood up and found a room, to finally get some sleep. 

[centre][h2][color=goldenrod]Next Day[/color][/h2][/centre]

Jason had gotten up early, and made himself breakfast from his bag of food, and went to the training room when summoned. Listening to the options. Looking at the kopis on his hip. It never really suited him. He only got it because the camp was greek. He had taken fencing classes as a kid and was more suited to long thin blades. He decided to take Kung Fu. His fighting style always revolved around mobility and hard/fast strikes, so it seemed like the best fit. 

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Ryan spent the night maintaining his weapons and equipment. While making idle chit chat with Rösk. 
[h2][color=crimson]Next Day[/color][/h2]
He was up early. Never really slept. Not since the war. So, up and ready, he waited the training area for the briefing. When he listened to the different martial arts, he sighed eyed his [i]cousin[/i]. He didn't really feel the need for combat practice. When he was alive, he practised Hung Ga, Kung fu, and since his death, he had practised Lausatok. 
Ryan pulled a cigarette packet from his pocket and held it to his lips. It lit itself instantly as he took the first drag. [color=crimson]"Krav Maga sounds interesting,"[/color] He said to no one in particular. Taking another drag, he cracked his knuckles, getting ready for a fight.