(open) DID THEY SEND ME DAUGHTERS...

[chittybang]

Date & Time: January 6th through January 11th
Location: Training Room
Characters: Asami Sato, open
Summary: Asami doesn't have a vehicle readily available, so the next best thing for stress relief is her routinely visit to the training room.
Warnings: Violence

This had been an eventful week. Wanda was the first person she'd developed a relationship with who disappeared without a trace, and furthermore she was almost certain Yuna had gone as well. Maybe Asami was supposed to be filled with a little extra hope knowing that the Transports really did serve their time and didn't have to stay forever, but instead she felt a surreal emptiness. Almost everything about the Initiates felt so arbitrary, and she was finished with uncertainty. But while new friends were leaving, old friends were coming in; Mako was among the fresh leak of Transports transferring in, and that left a mess in her chest all on its own.

Thankfully she had her routine. Training was her time to ease out frustration and confusion, because she was determined not to let anything get to her otherwise. Exertion was too gratifying to let her home life or her romantic life interrupt her wellbeing. The more she accomplished on her own, the more likely she could look upon her friends with easy eyes and still feel a sense of gain, not one of loss. It was even more important to prove her worth to her father should he ever arrive.

Asami was especially diligent throughout the week in the face of an old problem. She trained by herself when she wasn't training with other people. Her currently fried hair, which was undergoing treatments with conditioners after a recent mishap, was pulled out of her face and loosely braided throughout the week to disguise the texture; and while she might've been serious about improving, she was never one to skip out on accessorizing. Flair made her feel a little more like herself, others' doubtful impressions be damned.

(ooc: Hey everyone! I'm actually pretty sick tonight, so my tags might be coming in slowly at first. Thanks for understanding! )

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[strategic_guile]

Blaine did some kind of training every day, even if he only showed up to the Hold training room two or three times a week. Usually he went running when the rain was light, and if it was a downpour he used the treadmills provided. He did stretches, kicks, and punches in his room or went into the outlands so his room didn't start smelling like a gym. He did target practice out there and was reintroducing himself to the staff as well. For the most part he kept himself busy outside the obvious eye of the Initiative because he didn't want to be sent on combat missions. The missions he went on were of the diplomatic variety and he endeavored to keep it that way by not making all he could do so obvious. Of course, considering the weaponry he'd taken from their stocks and not returned, he had a feeling they knew but weren't going to push. Good on them.

That being said, having a set routine would have killed the blonde slowly inside. He wasn't used to being... trapped in one place with no tangible goal. Helping the Initiative win their war so he could go home probably should have counted, but he wasn't planning it, privy to said plans, or even given an outline so that was shit to him. Being set up and just living was clawing at him, so he wandered the Hold to find people to talk to sometimes. Partly information gathering and part to alleviate boredom. This was one of those times.

"Always looking good even when practicing how to break arms, huh?" he asked, watching Asami as she did a few moves.

[chittybang]

Asami had been caught in the middle of a battle with a punching bag, and she stopped shortly after Blaine's remark. She couldn't tell what exactly he meant by that: by her assessment, it was either a commentary on her sleek yet functional fashion sense or he was plainly hitting on her.

"Well, I was hoping that if I ever hurt someone while I'm here, they would at least crawl way thinking, 'Wow that hurt, but at least her clothes were trendy!'" And she half-smiled, because that was a half-truth. "But thanks for the compliment."

[strategic_guile]

Blaine gave her a wider smile. He was complimenting and hitting on her at the same time. That was the kind of multitasking he did best, after all. She could take it however she wanted though, and he just rolled that way. "They couldn't have chosen a trendier woman to be pummeled by."

He walked over to her and by the punching bag. "Up for a moving target?"

[chittybang]

Asami tilted her head and smiled to show her appreciation for the compliment, but she wasn't putting so much thought into it. Men have turned her a little jaded in the recent past, and while she didn't hate or even dislike them as a whole, her flirting habits were certainly few and far between.

"I would love a moving target, thank you. Are you volunteering?"

[strategic_guile]

He could hardly take offense. Not flirting was too hard for him to even comprehend. Flirt-mode was always switched on, like breathing, and people didn't comment on your breathing usually so if his overtures were ignored so be it. He lifted his chin a stitch.

"I am. I need to get moving myself. I'll get some pads," and he got some off the rack. He was already in a t-shirt and shorts for exercising, so after he slipped them on and secured them, he lifted them out. "Alright, I'll start moving slow."

[chittybang]

Asami's handle on counter-defensive combat was already in great shape, so her training was primarily focused on landing an advantageous first strike. Her first move was an attempt to grab his wrist while moving in with her opposite elbow, leg lunging to firmly balance her weight in place.

[strategic_guile]

He let her grab him and moved his hand up to block the blow, you know, just in case she really was trying to land it. She probably had some sharp elbows. Once he was sure she was done he set himself up again. "That's good. Try coming at me from the outside."

[chittybang]

Asami withdrew her arms and took his cue without much of a break. After a nod, she quickly circled around to his side and swung a heel at his waist, arms braced up for balance. Her eyes flickered to try and predict his movements.

[strategic_guile]

Blaine blocked it with a hand, more like a slight push to keep it going past him as he moved back. He then made to close the distance just enough to take a swipe at her with a punch.