[open] Testing and Documentation

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Date & Time: Most anytime post-Roman mission
Location: Gym
Characters: Osprey and anyone who cares to join
Summary: Osprey is feeling out his body/weapon's newly increased limits
Warnings: Possible martial-arts violence

Osprey was unhappy with the Initiative, which was nothing new. He had been willing to offer them the benefit of the doubt up to a point, but that point had passed on the ground outside the Assyrian village, where he and the other transports had been left to their own devices in the fight against the Romans, without intelligence, direction, or support.

Right now, though, his annoyance was more focused. He'd taken his sleeve, his already massively-upgraded body, as his weapon, and as promised, its capabilities had indeed increased. However, exactly how it had improved hadn't been documented, which was irksome.

So now, he ran through practice exercises, speed katas, and anything else he could think of to try and figure out exactly what had improved, and how much. A weapon you didn't know was a weapon in the hands of your enemy, to borrow a line from one of his more philosophical instructors, and he was not about to let his body be that kind of weapon. 

Comments

[uncalled_for]

Fiona was in a grumpy mood as of late. This place was just not agreeing with her no matter how she tried. And it wasn't just the idea of being stuck here anymore, now it was the people that bothered her and for various reasons.

So, what better way to let off some steam than to practice shooting some fireballs in an area that encouraged such activity. There was just one issue, someone else was nearby. It wasn't a huge issue really, and she could aim elsewhere, but it was a bit risky all the while. For one thing, she hadn't casted much of any spells since she had come here and she didn't trust the environment one bit. They were supposed to become gradually stronger and unnaturally so, but she had no idea to what exactly that could pertain to. Second of all, her intention was to see just how big of a fireball she could create without becoming overly exhausted.

Practice like that usually required a bit of warning. So she approached the man, still making sure to give him space while he ran about with his exercises. "Hey, sorry." She called out. "Do you mind moving away for a moment? I need room to practice something."

[theguideless]

Back to that giant room. It was far, far better than going back to the apartment, the bed...the place where nothing happened. Just bad thoughts. Bad memories.

The giant room had the potential to blindfold him from them for a little while. If he concentrated hard enough, worked himself ragged...Two glasses, now, to catch the black reside that came up after conjuring that lance over and over again. It always left the most unpleasant taste in his mouth, but even that was a better thing to focus on than what was hiding in the back of his mind, shoved forcefully further and further away.

All to slingshot back later, of course; he had to sleep sometime. But until then...

Martin stepped into the door before barely realizing what was waiting for him. His shoes squeaked to a halt when he saw just what – no, who – was already occupying the space.

"O-oh..."