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strangetrip2018-02-21 01:09 pm
st_oryinsilence) wrote in strangetrip2018-02-21 01:09 pm
[GP] training day
There was a trope that in prison there wasn't much to do except work out or read. As colorful as Madonna Inn might be, it was still a prison. And look, somebody had put together a library.
Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.
... Probably not quite that popular.
There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.
In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.
Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.
... Probably not quite that popular.
There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.
In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.
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"Not always. Back home I have a pretty big selection of weapons. Some Fae can only be killed by certain things. Sometimes I just punch people." Bo smiled wryly. "What's your weapon of choice?"
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"Then I'm glad I'm not undead." Yet, anyways. She wasn't sure how the fight with the Garuda was going to go. "I've found simpler is best most of time."
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Pike fell into her favorite stance and motioned for Bo to follow her lead, "Come on, long legs. Left forward, bend your knee just slightly. Now, follow the light."
She moved her mace slowly through a series of swipes that were similar to those that Bo had just done but included some more advanced blocking moves meant for fighting someone larger than yourself.
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"I can't tell if that was a compliment or an insult." She smiled wryly, referring to being called long legs. But she obliged and when Pike seemed to have gotten a good enough feel for her mace, Bo took a swing in her direction.