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[debtor]

Date & Time: Early afternoon, January 7th.
Location: The Hold; training facilities.
Characters: Allen Walker (debtor) and YOU
Summary: Allen Walker levels up! Also another training facility log, if you feel like doing some training.
Warnings: PUNCHING INANIMATE OBJECTS and shounen. And training. And character death (the punching bag.)


[From opening until lunch (and oftentimes after lunch, sometimes until closing), six days a week (sometimes seven), some kid with white hair and a bizarre facial scar can be found in the Hold's gymnasium, kicking and punching various objects and performing series of acrobatic feats. Like many in Exsilium, he comes from a world where his training keeps him alive; here, it keeps him grounded. Gives him something to work towards and focus on, in a life that's become abruptly, and painfully, directionless.

For some time, he tried training in private with his weapon from home, but lately, he's begun splitting his attention between that and the weapon he'd received from the Initiative. A month ago, he'd picked the pair of armored gauntlets from the armory because they had appeared non-lethal, but they'd also appeared unwieldy. Which was fine, because he didn't think he'd really use them. But now that he is using them, he's finding they seem to somehow fit more comfortably with each passing day, and punches are thrown more easily.

Today, dressed in a black long sleeve shirt and sweatpants, with a leather glove over his left hand and a gauntlet on his right, he's focusing his attention on a punching bag, knocking it back with quick, powerful strikes. (For anyone who might notice these things, it's obvious that he's had a lot of practice, but it's also obvious that he hasn't had any actual formal training in any particular style of fighting. He's just kinda whaling on it.)

And then his right fist smacks into the bag and rips it right off its chains and sends it flying back into the opposite wall with a heavy, resounding crash. It bursts open upon impact, spilling its sandy innards all over the floor.]

Ah...

[Whoops.

Hopefully no one was standing in the way!]

--

[Or, alternately, you could run into him at any point during his training routine; or come by later and find a kid, possibly with sand in his hair and dusting his shirt, sitting cross-legged in the corner of the facilities, eating a sandwich and making a face at it. If you'd just like to chat.]

Comments

[wilder]

[Zelos meanwhile is not as diligent in his training. Because let's face it, he was a lazy guy and he felt this level of training was simply insanity. So around the time Allen beats up the punching bag, he was already sitting off to the side messing with the tablet boredly. When the bag goes flying, he only raises an eyebrow. He's pretty used to watching such clumsy displays of super strength from when he was younger, not to mention Colette]

Smooth, kiddo.

[debtor]

[ZELOS, YOU LAZY BUTT. Allen won't chide him for it just yet, though.]

I hadn't meant to-!

[He's used to super strength, but from his other hand. Ugh, and he's made a mess.]

I can't leave it like that...

[wilder]

[Whatever he can still kick your ass you unrefined swine. He glances at it and shrugs]

So set it up against a wall. I'm sure the Initiative guys can take care of it.

[gevurah]

[ Kate's workout regiment tends to come at a different hour than most. She prefers the quiet evening hours, where there's less people and more quiet. She can be alone with her own thoughts, but most importantly, maintain her own focus while she's working the heavier equipment.

She's restless again today, like she had been yesterday and every other day since she had been brought here. A conversation with someone on the Network reminded her she's curious about United Earth and she's had thoughts about trying to get close to it, but she knows she'll need intel before doing something so risky.

Unable to continue sleep, she decides to work out earlier today. Maybe today she'll work on the balance beam after some circuit training.

She's in between a simple flip on the beam, focused and with adrenaline running through her that she hears the loud crash and it startles her. She catches herself in time and her head veers in the direction of the noise. ]

What the...

[debtor]

[And there's that kid from a month ago! Standing there with his fist still outstretched, blinking at the bag. He hadn't intended to do that at all.

Though he's not entirely displeased that he did.

But still, he hadn't meant to disturb anyone or wreck the equipment... When he turns and catches sight of her (and recognizes her a second later), his expression turns a bit sheepish.]

Sorry!

[gevurah]

[ She hadn't been watching him to see his lack of form when hitting the bag, but she does have to wonder what the hell he did to make it burst from its chain and have its innards strewn across the floor.

She hops off the balance beam, staring at all of it. ]

Heavy hitter, huh? [ Kate sounds surprised, even if he did tell her he was accustomed to fighting. He's just... so young and smaller than her. Maybe he's a meta? ]

KOGARASUMARU TAG-TEAM ATTACK, Kazu's following up!

[crowing]

( in a place as deary as this, it's all too easy to start feeling cooped up. it's not like how it was back home, there's no bright sunny skies to fly in or countless other storm rider teams to challenge to blow off steam. no, here there's only rain and dark skies and so it's hasn't taken long for ikki to start frequenting the training facility—often with one blonde lackey in tow.

he makes it in just a moment after allen's fist busts apart the punching bag, the noise echoing out into the hallway on his way in. so, of course, the first thing he does is inspect the little mishap. he comes walking right up to it, almost standing close enough to get sand on his shoes.

he gives it a quick glance-over, then he looks to the wall. )

Dude. Weak.

( he says, turning to look over at allen. he makes a face at him, clearly judging him. )

You didn't even dent the wall!

Riding on the judgement train.

[inline]

[A low whistle sounds from somewhere off to the side. Kazu's nudging what remains of the bag with a wheel, but he looks up soon enough with a wave and a casual:]

Hey, Allen. Good one.

[—this said around the same time Ikki PASSES JUDGEMENT on what he deems to be a pansy punch, but Kazu just tips his head Allen's way and shrugs a little. Clearly this is par for the course.]

[morujiana]

[Ever since Morgiana heard of a facility that aimed to train mind and body, Morgiana figured that there could be no other better way of spending her days than that. Today she was wearing something other than her usual clothes - a simple form fitting tank top and some shorts. When she makes it to the Gym, her eyes notice a sand covered boy nearby and it causes her to blink in wonder.] Hello.

[Her greeting is simple and polite and she makes her way to an available punching bag. Red eyes seem to stare it down as if trying to figure out what its supposed to do. Sliding into her Fanalis stance, a few minutes of silence pass by and then her fist lashes out in a quick strike. Without even trying the punching bag explodes as sand cascades in the air which Morgiana quickly avoids by flipping away.]

...Was it supposed to do that? [Maybe her Fanalis strength was too much for a simple gym like this. She stares at the sand covered floor with annoyance before scooting to a cleaner patch of floor. She would start off with simple stretches and kicks first.]

1/2

[debtor]

[Said sand-covered boy looks up, and responds with an equally polite, though somewhat tentative,] Hello...

[--And then she's walking away. He shrugs to himself and is just about to take another bite of his sandwich, when...]

[debtor]

[AGAIN?? And he'd only just finished cleaning his mess up.

Either these bags are seriously flimsy or that was one heck of a punch. The sandwich remains an inch from his open mouth.]

Ah.

No. I don't believe it was...

[realady]

[Hilda, admittedly, has been slacking (aside from official training things) with her weapon. It's too-- weird for her, as much as she likes the look of it, and it's a little heavy. There isn't a whole lot of use for a halberd either.

She's left Victini with Hilbert, too, so that's one less thing to worry about while she trains. Or watches the bag fly by her, missing her by a few feet. She lets out a low whistle and turns to study Allen.]

Did you do that?

[She leans against her halberd as she waits for answer, grinning. Consider this newbie impressed!]

[debtor]

[Allen appears frozen in place for a split second, eyes round and arm outstretched, as he watches the sand pour out.

Then he turns his attention to Hilda. Oh god, that'd been close, huh.]

I'm sorry about that!

[But his expression's begun to reflect her grin, and he nods (gaze briefly flitting to the halberd.)]

I did...

[peachbaths]

[ Allen, you almost scared the pants off Kougyoku. She instantly grabs her golden hairpin, transforms into a huge blue sword and stomps angrily, because this is the most appropriate course of action. ]

Watch where you aim that thing! People could get hurt because of you!

[ Says the girl with the giant sword. She was only making her way to the proper training room! ]

[debtor]

[HE'S SO SORRY OH GOD WHAT'S HAPPENING

He stumbles backwards, hands raised to his chest!]

I'm sorry! I apologize, I hadn't meant to-!

[ex_bandai157]

( barnaby used to spend a lot more time training than he does - since getting involved in the transport police, the amount of free time allotted to him has shrunk alarmingly. he doesn't mind, of course, far from it; having a job and direction are much better than not, giving him things to do and focus on rather than turning his thoughts inwards.

so, while he still makes sure to train daily - even if it means coming in at odd hours of morning and night sometimes - he has to make sure, these days, that he gets as much out of a shorter workout than a longer one. it's this that he's considering as he walks into the gymnasium, making him a shade - or, really, a few shades - less attentive than usual, which means that when the bag hits the wall a few feet in front of him a moment later, he just. starts a bit and stops to look at what just happened.

besides the obvious of a punching bag getting eviscerated.

he really is getting off his game to not see this coming, huh. )

[debtor]

[And there's a kid frozen in place on the workout mat, the chain of the erstwhile bag swinging wildly in front of him. Whatever delight he might've felt upon discovering what his weapon is capable of is tempered somewhat by the fact that he almost hit someone.]

I'm very sorry, sir!

[encourage]

( Sakura pulled up short as the sandbag shoots past her to slam into the wall. She blinks, more of an outward reaction than she really should be having, her hair fluttering around her face.

Coughing to disguise a snort of laughter, she turns her head to look back the direction the sandbag had flown from. )

You sure you should be training indoors with that kind of control?

( She steps back from the still spilling sand, more wary of having the sand possibly gunk up anything in her feet than worried by the fact it was sand. Gaara wasn't here, and even if he was, he was an ally to her village. Sand didn't need to be frightening.

Just a pain if it impeded the operational success of her lovely version of cybernetic legs. )

[debtor]

[Allen is instantly apologetic, the second he realizes he could have nearly hit her.]

I'm sorry about that!

I hadn't known it could do that...

[innominata]

[ The girl sits nearby. She'd lured Tim to her with promises of treats and kept quiet to watch Allen. Her sword is for once in the open. It rests across her lap, a skinny blade made perfect for a child's hand. ]

I guess you weren't lying about the gauntlets.

[debtor]

[Tim will sit with her, quite pleased. It's been a month and he's already looking just a tad plumper.

Allen looks equally parts surprised and pleased, as he glances over at her (taking quick note of the sword.)]

I suppose not! It hadn't been what I'd had in mind, but...

[acemedium]

[Is that loud humming? Yes it is. It's a loud of humming of a rocky training montage]

Good one!

[debtor]

[WHAT IS THIS CATCHY TUNE??

Its significance is tragically lost on Allen, but he seems tickled nonetheless.]

Thank you...!

[blossomgale]

[ And that punching bag lands right at Sophie's feet. She had been in the area and sensed Allen's presence nearby. She thought she should see how her roommate's doing! She's wearing a smile, even after seeing Tiger Festival's death last month. After all, the rabbit lives on... IN HER HEART. ]

Wow, you're training hard, Allen.

[debtor]

[Tiger Festival lives on in all our hearts.

But it is a relief that she can still smile after such tragedy.]

Sophie! I'm sorry-- [FOR ALMOST HITTING YOU WITH A PUNCHING BAG.

But she's OKAY, so he relaxes and smiles back after a beat.] Ah...

Thank you. Have you come to train, as well?