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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

[debtor]

[PFFFF]

I don't think so.

[wilder]

[He smirks, setting his tablet down on the bench. He gets up, stretches his arms and walks over to the matted areas. Moving into a fighting position, he'll give a beckoning hand gesture at Allen]

Really? Wanna prove me wrong?

[debtor]

[He sets his Initiative weapon aside, and also slides into a FIGHTING STANCE. He raises his fists, shifts and...

tries to kick Zelos' side!!]

[wilder]

[Which Zelos sees coming, so he turns with his stupid fast reflexes. While the leg is in the air? He grabs it and uses it to flips the kid down onto the mat]

[debtor]

[And down he goes, with a shout. Though even as he hits the mat, he's already twisting and swinging his other leg 'round at Zelos!]

[wilder]

[Which he casually jumps away from and snorts]

Three seconds. Guess I overestimated!

[debtor]

[Scrambles to his feet, clearly peeved. And a bit embarrassed.]

I could do better...!

[wilder]

[He smirks]

Then please! Try again!

[debtor]

[Moves into a fighting stance again! But this time, he makes no move to attack right away, just steps closer, eyes narrowed...]

[wilder]

[He meanwhile looks simply amused by the narrowing of eyes while he moves into what seems to be a half-assed fighting stance]

Anytime now.

[debtor]

[Moves...



closer...

REACHES OUT TO GRAB ZELOS' ARM WITH BOTH HANDS AND FLIP HIM OVER. At least, that's the goal.]

[wilder]

[IS FLIPPED!]

[Except. Not. Instead the moment he's being turned? He uses Allen's motions to deliver a hard kick to his side with the intent of knocking him down again before catching himself with his hands with a cartwheel that brings him back to his feet]

[debtor]

[Allen rolls with it, back on his feet just as quickly and rushing at Zelos, aiming to hit him before the jerk is stable.]

1/2

[wilder]

[Zelos turns to see the rush, and quickly moves to get grounding and back into position, slamming his foot on the ground]

[wilder]

[Which suddenly causes the floor to ripple under Zelos's feet and jut up in a path towards Allen]

[Which is very obvious was NOT as planned as he makes a surprised noise as he stumbles and falls back]

Whoa!

[debtor]

[Allen loses his footing and pitches forward, arms pinwheeling-- he's able to catch himself before he faceplants, though.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED.]

H-huh??

[wilder]

[He is slowly moving back from the ruptured earth, staring in disbelief ]

Uh, that was not supposed to happen.

[debtor]

[Allen does the same, once he's back on his feet.]

Were you using your abilities-!?

[THAT'S CHEATING.

He didn't even know Zelos had earth-rupturing abilities!!]

[wilder]

[Just assume he's the swiss army knife of abilities okay Allen]

What? No!

[HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE HIM, but he'll be standing up now]

I don't need my magic to kick your ass!

[debtor]

What was that, then?

[DID THE FLOOR JUST RIPPLE ON ITS OWN??]

[wilder]

I don't know. I wasn't trying to use magic and I haven't lost control of it since I was a teenager. [MAYBE IT DID!!]

[debtor]

[Sounds like a side-effect of SLACKING OFF to him.]

...Maybe you'd have better control if you trained more.

[wilder]

[Zelos looks over at Allen for a moment.]

[And then suddenly the earth under Allen's feet is going to shoot up in the air about a foot with the intent to throw him off ]

[debtor]

[SUCCESSFULLY THROWN. He lands awkwardly on his back with a shout.]

KANEIS!!

[wilder]

[He meanwhile chooses to ignore Allen's cries to look at his hands]

Huh, weird. That was easier than it usually is.