[Solo] Tangible Discipline

[Miro]

8th day of Fall, 511 AV

With more confidence in his acrobatic skills, Miro found it was finally time to do what he had grown to dream of. One day he had noticed the the tops of the buildings were close enough that one could possibly move between them. Running in the streets was fun enough, sure. But running atop them? That would be a magical feeling. He even had dreams of doing such a thing. The city of course would decide how close the buildings were to each other, but Miro felt lucky. He had practiced running and learned to jump and move nimbly, and now this dream was in his grasp. Any time he found his body limited he could rely on the Flux to make up the difference.

Miro spent the entire day prepping himself for the task. First he meditated in his room. A bell of reassuring himself and cementing his confidence in his abilities. Then another of stretching. He bent his legs in every way he could imagine. The stretches ranged from splitting them apart in each direction and several squats. He held each stretch until at thirty seconds. Next he pulled his arms in every direction in front and behind him. He arched his back as much as he could then rolled forward. He continually swapped positions and repeated each stretch until he felt completely loosened up.

Miro felt good, and ready to push his body a little. He planted his feet shoulder width apart and practiced crouching and swinging his arms. Crouching way low he prepared to do a backflip. He shifted his weight upwards and carried his arms over his head and lifted into the air. His feet went up and over, now he had to land. He prepared to land by putting his feet out. His feet swept across the ground and shot in front of him. He came down hard on his rear, barely catching himself with his arms. His rear hurt, but other than that he was nothing more than shaken up. He eased his way back to his feet and prepared to attempt again. He ducked down and burst upwards with his arms leading the way. He flipped backwards and was now preparing to land. Thing time he kept his weight from slipping out from under him by straightening his back and planting them straight down. His feet landed, but the momentum was still carrying forward and down. Miro's knees buckled and he collapsed forwards landing on his hands and knees. The hard floor stung him for the harsh landing. Now in addition to his butt, his hands and knees were paining him.

Miro eased his way back to his feet and rubbed at injured body parts. He was off to a bad start, but that would not drive the feeling of luck out of him. His dream was still itching to become a reality. Doing flips wouldn't get him anywhere though. There was one thing he needed to learn before he could go running across rooftops. He had no idea how he could climb to the rooftops. He found himself capable of jumping up walls. He could jump up on a wall and then get one more good jump while on the wall. He could use the combined scaling power of the initial jump and however far his second jump could propel him.

Miro decided to took his efforts to the courtyard. He put on his padded armor, kicked off his sandals and stood a several feet from a tall stone wall. He stood poised in a running position. His right foot jutted out far in front of his left. His stance was low and he began to breathe harder and prep his mind. He took off at full speed towards the wall. A few feet away from the wall he lept up leading with his right foot. He concentrated djed flux to his right leg. His muscles filled with djed as it landed on the wall, soon his hands followed. Upon touching, Miro felt them catch the wall with a bit of friction. He pushed upwards with his hands and foot as hard as he could. His hands kept him from crashing into the wall and his foot pushed him up to the ceiling. He soared a few feet above the roof allowing him to plant his feet. Miro stood on the edge fighting to keep balance. He swayed back and forth for a moment before being forced to leap down. The last thing he wanted was a broken leg, but such things tend to happen when Miro didn't think things too. He attempted to catch himself on the wall, but it did nothing.

Miro crashed down hard on the floor. He landed, his knees buckled and he rolled back hitting his head hard. Consciousness stayed with him but little else did. Miro's mind was shaken blank. He attempted to remember where he was, why he was staring at the sky, how he hurt his head. Miro thought hard, attempting to recall the events leading to his situation. He could not no matter how hard he tried. Next he tried to figure out where he was. He stood up and saw four walls holding him into a confined space. It scared him. Was he locked away? Who would lock him away, he was a good person, right? He attempted to think about why he might have been locked up. Finally the question popped into his head. "Who am I?"