Just keep spinning, just keep spinning--

[strategic_guile]

Date & Time: February 6th-ish [Backdated for great justice]
Location: The Hold Gym/Work-out-atorium
Characters: Blaine Thorps + ERRYBODEH
Summary: He's practicing with his staff. Come bug and distract him.
Warnings: Eh, Blaine potentially flirting? Nah, I got nothin'.

The first few days after the last mission had been the worst. The information he got from his older self was kind of shocking, but he really didn't know where the dark cloud that had loomed over him for days had come from. No matter how hard he tried to sweat it out he couldn't get the events off his mind. Now the unintentional sequestering was over.

Blaine felt a little bit lighter and he could push aside the somewhat foreign thoughts and memories and get outside. Well, outside of his room anyway. He found a spot along the edge of the floor to himself and pulled out the flashlight sized rod out of his pocket. He twisted it and pushed a button and it extended out to its full size, a little shorter than his 6'2" height. He spun it once or twice before he went slowly through a practice form by himself to warm up. Once done, he looked around and spotted someone who looked like they might want a partner.

He gave a half smile, "You wanna spar?"

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[guntoyourhead]

Harvey had decided to give training a shot. He dressed in comfortable clothes and walked over to the gym. There was a decent amount of people there. Harvey looked around before warming up a little.

He looks over at the other man when he speaks. "Unless you're into boxing, there's not much I can do."

He didn't have much experience in fighting, save for boxing.

[strategic_guile]

Oh, well, if there was one way to get Blaine out of a funk it was a handsome man. That totally wasn't why he had asked him to spar though. Of course not. He twisted his staff and it retracted down to its smaller length so he could put it in his pocket.

"Boxing, huh? Not my forte, but it'll be a good warm-up." As long as Harvey doesn't knock him out. "You been here long?"

[guntoyourhead]

He gives him a polite smile. He couldn't complain about getting to box. It'd take his mind off all this war crap. And Blaine didn't seem like bad company so far.

"No, not at all. I think it's been a week now. You?"

[onblackwings]

[ She hardly looks any different than her last time in Exsilium, although there's a bend to her nose that wasn't there before, speaking to an old break. But overall, as she'd found a closet full of the same clothing she'd worn last time, she looks unaged and unchanged.

She eyes Blaine thoughtfully as the memory of him slowly resurfaces, heading nearer. ]

I don't think you would survive a spar with me.

[strategic_guile]

Is it that hard for you to hold back for practice? You're not supposed to kill your partner. [He smile widens a bit along with a lift of his eyebrow.]

[onblackwings]

Please, that's asking a spider to hold back for a fly.

[ But nonetheless, she moves nearer to a wall of provided basic weapons, looking over it thoughtfully. It could be a good chance to practice her magic... ]

[tried]

[Ringo wasn't one to just sit around, especially not in an unfamiliar place where she wasn't exactly sure what to expect, so after scrounging up some shorts and stealing borrowing one of Ikki's plain t-shirts, she'd headed out toward the gym-- just for some basic a-t drills, something to help settle her thoughts.

Of course, her initial plan versus actually doing it had been two different things, as she'd sort of idly looked around the place until she was spoken to.]

I'm afraid I'm not very good at anything hand-to-hand.

[strategic_guile]

What kind of things are you good at?

[Sometimes it was just nice to have company, even if you weren't talking.]

[tried]

[a laugh, softly] Well, that's a little broad.

[but she does motion down to her trecks, since they were on subject.]

[demonbloodblade]

Meliantha enters, still a bit slow, and looks up at the challenge. She gives a small smile, and pulls the blade over her shoulder.

"If you don't mind me being a little slow. Recovering from some injuries, still."

[strategic_guile]

"Slower is good for me. I haven't gone up against people for practice in a while."

He just needed to ease himself back into fighting others before he dived headlong into hours of practice. He already knew his hands and the webbing between his thumb and index finger were going to be painful. Even after practice by himself the impact of weapons was on another level.

[demonbloodblade]

Meliantha nods, then whispers. The edges of the sword start to glow a soft blue.

"Blunting it for practice," she explains, then goes into a guard position and starts to circle around Blaine. "It would be deeply improper to cut you in practice."

The blade is, we note, about two-thirds her height, and as she's five foot eight, that's a heck of a piece of metal. She's slower and weaker than usual, still recovering, but she still moves it around as if it were about half its size.

[charming_jerk]

[Fancy seeing you here. And he's all for this, considering he's full of more shit he needs to work out somehow.] Fuck yes I do. Guess I should grab a weapon, though?

[strategic_guile]

If you want, or we can go mano a mano and see if you've gotten better.

[charming_jerk]

Yeah, okay. Been practicin', so get ready to get yer ass whupped. [Unlike usual, his snide remarks aren't paired with a smirk. He's still in a somewhat mopey mood.]

Because hi we haven't done a thread with these two in ages

[needsteaplz]

[Saori kicked the sandbag she was training with when Blaine approached her. She looked over her shoulder and stopped the swinging bag with one hand.]

I don't see why not. Is there any kind of sparring in particular you're looking for?

Heeeyyyy gurl heeey o7

[strategic_guile]

[He lifted his staff.] This, or maybe a little hand-to-hand for warm up.

OuO

[needsteaplz]

I don't have a weapon per say, so I don't mind sparring while you're armed. I'm honestly good with either option.

[trustycrowbar]

Blaine's roommate rounds the corner from the track, toting a towel and drenched in sweat. Not in the sexy way, either. In that "wrung-out sponge" kind of way. His glasses are clutched in one hand, but he still recognizes the blonde even through the fuzzy vision.]

Decided to join the real world? [The tone isn't really mocking. He knows how Blaine took his older self's news.]

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine spun the staff in front of him, sticking out his lip.] I never left it.

[Yep, deny, deny, deny.] How many did you run today?

[trustycrowbar]

Sixteen or seventeen... I'm getting better on the long-distance.

[He says, still a little winded. He eyes the staff.]

I didn't know you could use one of those.

[aceordisgraced]

Blaine is met with a short laugh.

"If you sparred with me, I'd be so bad you'll feel yourself getting worse."

He carried his weapon, and he also had a book on spear-fighting in his bag, but he's not so sure about sparring against other people just yet. Honestly he was thinking that he might as well start out with something like pushups or sit ups or running just to get his body into better shape.

[strategic_guile]

That got a laugh of its own. "How long have you been practicing with it?"

Blaine was far from an expert himself, having not done it for years. It was coming back to him fast though, which was nice. Thank you muscle memory.

[ladyspitfire]

Blaine wasn't the only one distracted from the last few weeks. The memories were fresh in Elissa's mind, not just those from their timeline predicaments but from home as well, from the blood and the fire and the loss. Everything was raw now, blistering, and she did her best to try and put it behind her. But it was difficult to be sure, and she could only distract herself with the usual: exploring, alcohol, and training.

She was focused on the latter for now, wearing the spare set of leather rogue armor she'd brought from home. Her blades were out in flashing arcs of silver, her body moving as if dancing through the various steps of a fighting form. She stepped and swung, legs steady even as she spun and decapitated an imaginary foe. Soon, she promised herself, she would try out the VR program again. And she would use it to its full extent.

Blaine's voice caught her attention and she turned to look back at him, surprised he was even there. What time was it? How long had she been working? She brushed some of her hair back behind her ear, glad she'd remembered to tie it back that day. Her gaze slid to his weapon and she raised an eyebrow. "With what? Are you certain?"

[strategic_guile]

A few minutes had gone by before Blaine had said anything. He stayed well out of her way and had watched as she twisted and spun, her body engrossed in the task. He leaned lightly on the staff, cheek pressed against fingers that were wrapped around the top. There were all sorts of flowery wounds to describe it. Poetry in motion and the like, but in his head he could leave that off and just acknowledge she was deadly and skilled. Skilled in a way that, even back home, would go for a high price if you wanted it quick but messy to send a message.

He took in a breath and mentally shook off those thoughts of the darker parts of home. He didn't want to think about home at all right now, so he put on his smile and interrupted the twirling blades before Elissa could suddenly become aware of him. Her look was incredulous and her question perhaps even more so after her surprise waned.

Blaine let his smile inch a bit wider. "I can't spar with a gun, unless you want me to use rubber bullets?" He shifted his weight off his staff and let his fingers trail down to the center of it and gently spun it halfway around. "Spare a little time to give me a good smiting. I'll consider it bonding time."