(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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[redheadcarrier]

Routine was also what kept Asuka sane while she was supposedly working for the Initiative. She didn't have her Eva. She didn't have a purpose. The one thing that kept her getting out of bed in the morning was the idea that she could at least train herself to fight and become a good soldier in the eyes of people here. Besides, if she couldn't even do that, she really was worthless and she might've stayed on that beach for all the good being here did her.

True, she was fourteen, a few inches shy of five foot (even when wearing shoes) and had all the muscle mass of a small rodent, but she remembered how to use a spear. Or at least she felt like she did. Her limbs knew what to do. Well, that was one benefit of being linked into a giant robot, anyway.

She tried to find times when there wasn't anyone else around to bother her, but that rarely worked. Most of the time she kept to herself. Poking people through text was one thing - dealing with them in person was another. Especially after she'd gotten into two fights with Shinji in the span of twelve hours. Working off the frustration seemed the easy thing to. She checked her stride when she noticed an older girl already working, but set her shoulders and strode on, trying not to give the rather taller woman a second glance. Asuka tilted her spear against one wall and paused to tie her hair back, with another sidelong glance at Asami.

"...hey," she finally spoke up, "How do braid your hair by yourself like that?"

Asuka typically didn't go in for braiding, but it seemed like it might come in handy here. So why not find out?

I hope you feel better soon!

[celestial_wizard]

Lucy had been reporting to the training hall pretty regularly - regularly enough that she'd managed to change her whip's element once, although that was by fluke.

And then she received some particularly unpleasant news from her best friend. While he helped her through that, for the first night, she was hoping to train a little to get her mind off of the news for now. Catching sight of her friend, Lucy quirked an eyebrow in surprise. "Asami, hey!"

[priad]

Priad steps up, armored, and with his lighting claw already crackling. He nods to her once, and takes up a defensive stance.

"You ready?"

Tuesday Morning

[vaudevil]

Now, that he knew that she was training consistently at this time, Lee decided to take a little detour from his normal routine to try his hand at sparring with Asami.

He felt confident and sure that he could take her on but at the same time alert for anything. He had met women in his world that were very strong and he admired strength. If any woman could best him in a fair fight, they were certainly worthy of his respect and the same went along side besting him in wits.

He wasn't about to let his guard down just because she had a pretty face. His still healing bruise on his face suggested that he lost a battle somewhere. In reality, it was a robotic arm that smacked him down. He placed his sunglasses on his jacket that he removed just moments before as he turned to face Asami with a roll to his head to loosen his neck muscles that were still recovering from the stiffness of that blow.

He performed his warm up exercises and stretches. For a man wearing leather, he was quite flexible. "Good morning, Asami."

[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.

[chargethesebatteries]

Tamora shared Asami's affinity for using training as a method to unwind, and having an apt pupil certainly helped. She was quickly discovering that while Rinoa was a bit hesitant and didn't always have confidence in herself, she definitely had a lot more potential than she seemed to think.

Today Tamora decided that Rinoa had shown enough promise to get a lesson in marksmanship. Er, well... with a gun, versus her Blaster Edge. Admittedly, Tamora was fairly impressed with the weapon, which wasn't unlike a crossbow. She had to figure it definitely took some skill, and Rinoa was quite adept with it.

"So the first thing you need to know, really, is the anatomy of the handgun," she said, seated at a wide table in the corner of the training room with her police-issue pistol in front of her. She had removed the magazine and put it in her pocket, just to make certain there were no accidents. "You seem to have at least a basic grasp of firearms--you mentioned having worked with a sharpshooter, right?" She offered Rinoa the butt of the gun. "Name as many parts as you can."

She wasn't expecting her to know the intricate details, but there was really no sense repeating what she already knew. Efficiency was key. Once Rinoa knew the breakdown they would head over to the firing range to see how she fared, but this understanding was paramount.

[gates_of_babylon]

There were purist warriors and then there were those who needed to develop themselves. Gilgamesh watched each and every example come in and out of the training room, going through the use of their new weapons with the diligent observational technique of a bored king. He looked ultimately as if he weren't paying attention to anyone specific, yet instead he was actually maintaining intimate interest in the warriors surrounding him. That said, he ultimately looked completely lazy in that environment. He was lounging, drinking red wine and occasionally scoffing at the amateuristic technique of some of the warriors presenting themselves to better their abilities.

It was irritation lingering on his face as well as the morbid realization that he would have to support them at least once. It was supposed to be his duty as the King and yet all he did was look increasingly impatient.