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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Batron Homestead
[color=09849f]Skills: Photographic Memory : 16[/color] 
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Kwassi hadn't bothered trying to fight for a bed. Those who needed it most were the injured, and pregnant. He had spent many nights in rough terrain or a cold stone ground laying in wait for his prey, and this was not much different. When they had arrived he wasn't one of the many who went straight to bed. There was a lot to process there, so much had happened and so he did what he knew best to clear his head. Kwassi stood outside in the cold night air, taking in the expanse of the sky, the stars that shone with such brilliance that he began to wonder why he ever stayed in the city. The air smelled crisp and clear and it hadn't a trace of pollution or smog. He just stood there arms spread apart as he let the breeze blow past him and his shirt ruffled with a light sound of flapping. Kwassi took in a long slow breathe, his chest expanding as he held it in and then slowly breathed it out. 

He grabbed a hold of his escrima and began moving through the motions. Practicing his basics and fundamentals, the things people tended to forget in place for fancier moves, the things that he could use to trip someone up because they get too cocky. As he continued to fight the air, he worked on using his sticks expandable properties, extending it at the right times to get the most out of his momentum while also adding more bang to his punch. In reality he would be training to fight someone, something, but tonight it was just motions used to clear his head. After some time had passed he finally headed off inside, rinsing off in the shower before making his way into one of the rooms and taking a seat in the corner of a wall. He laid his back against the flat of the wall, resting his head and shoulder against another as he sat criss cross and allowed himself to fall asleep with his weapon in his hand.

Morning came abruptly it seemed, as Hawkeye shouted for them all to get up. Kwassi wasn't one to drag about especially when there wasn't a Starbucks nearby to make him late. So he stood up, feeling the aching effects of having slept on a floor and stretching himself out as he felt the soreness begin to leave his muscles. He made his way downstairs to see the oddest, or coolest, breakfast he had had the pleasure to see. Kwassi went to grab a bowl of cereal as well, stopping before T'challa as he placed a hand on his chest. [Color=09849f]"My king."[/color] He pressed forward, grabbing his bowl and standing off to the side as he ate his food.