exsiliumlogs | Just keep spinning, just keep spinning--

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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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.

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?"

[ 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.

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?"

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.]

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... ]

"Only a week? You've got sights to see." Blaine makes his way towards where they could get gloves and wraps for their hands.

"I've been here about four and a half months. Feels longer."

That's what I'm doing. [Bats eyelashes at her.] Please, Dagger?

[ It takes her a second to realize she's been referred to. She glances back from her study of the wall. ]

It's Khisanth.

Your real name? [A genuine question. He tries out her name.] Khisanth feels more appropriate.

Of course it does, Khisanth is a dragon's name. Dagger is hardly even a human name.

[ She seems to remember she'd thought of it just because she'd had a dagger at the time. She snorts disdainfully and returns her attention to the weapons, just long enough to pick out a staff of her own. Sure, why not match him. ]

[He watches her pick her weapon, thoughtfully.] Why'd you decide to tell me now?

"Four and a half months? Jesus."

He follows him over and starts to wrap his hands quickly and with practiced hands. Another routine that Harvey followed. At least he could continue some things here, pretend that something was normal.

"What kind of sights are there to see in a gloomy place like this?"

I had some notion that I should be hiding, before. [ gawd how ridiculous. She turns to face him, staff in hands. ] I've finished with that.

Blaine laughs a bit at that. "Jesus can't save you now. Knowing this place, he might even appear to help with the war effort." He's only partially joking. If Jesus did appear he is just done. He wraps his hands slower, but more like he was thinking that not knowing how. He wrapped his hands for things other than boxing.

"The people." He grins and finishes up the one hand. "You've got to have seen all the different types of beings and creatures walking around here."

I never saw why you did, considering everything else walking around. [He backs up a few steps to give her space to move away from the rack.]

It was some fool's idea, not mine. But you're right. That brown dragon doesn't try to hide himself at all.

[ Okay, "some fool" Deathwing wasn't that bad, she's just pissed at him for leaving, so any insult is fair game. She watches him closely, mentally sifting through applicable spells. ]

"I'm definitely not counting on Jesus to take the wheel. And if he shows up, I'd like him to answer a few questions."

Harvey secures it on his wrist and flexes his hands.

"I have. I've met some pretty strange people."

He slows down on wrapping his hand, his face souring as he thinks about that one man that freaked him out. He shakes his head and finishes wrapping his other hand.

"I've met interesting people and... suspicious people."

Though, those aren't always exclusive.

[He gives a sound of acknowledgement about that before settling into a ready stance.] Ready?

"You're not the only one." He goes about doing his other hand, watching as the other man gets caught up in an unpleasant thought for a few seconds before brushing it aside.

"This place is full of interestingly strange, suspicious as hell people. And not-quite people. It's like a sci-fi, fantasy novel spewed its guts here."

He gives the ends a tug for good measure. "Your weirdness quota is gonna get filled fast."

"Hm." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. At least he saw the strangeness in all of this. He nods at Blaine.

"Harvey Specter."

Who doesn't seen the strangeness in all this? He gives Harvey an amused smile and a chin lift. "Blaine. Good to meet you, Harvey."

One final tug and he moves on to the protective wear.

[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.

Of course.

[ But rather than a physical attack, she looses one hand from the staff to throw, palm out, toward him. A flash of light leaves it and streaks toward Blaine. Just for him she toned the spell down, and it should only throw him back without hurting him too much. ]

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."

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