//001// stop me if you've heard this one already.

[knightoflight]

This was...not what he expected the afterlife to look like.  That's the first thought, the first conscious thought, he has as he steps inside, gold optics wide with surprise as he looks around. 

He rubs the center of his chassis idly, as though over an old, aching wound. This isn't death. Or Braid's ship, either.

"So," he muses, quietly, "where am I?"

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[basic_powers]

"You probably will, he's the one who taught me sword work, and he comes here to practice outside pretty often."

[knightoflight]

"He uses swords?" An unmistakeable flicker of interest. "I would like to see his technique."

[basic_powers]

"Well you can't miss him on the days he's practicing. He's the only one here with a lightsword, and it's blade color is green."

[knightoflight]

"A lightsword? Is that anything like a Great Sword?" He taps the hilt that rises up over his head, the sword hanging down his back nearly to his knees.

[basic_powers]

"No, hold on a sec, I've got the training one he made for me."

Which pocket did he put that into- aha!

...it looks like someone took mad science to a Binford 9000 Flashlight...

clk-sssshwhmm

"Mine can't cut anything, training sword, but his can."

[knightoflight]

"Oh!" Wing starts back, then leans forward, amazed. "And that is a blade? Of light?" He reaches cautiously to touch it, fascinated.

[basic_powers]

"Yup."

It's going to give a bit of a shock and heat for feedback when Wing touches it. This training sword might not cut, but it's got a little bite to it!