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[bodilesswarrior]

Date & Time: Monday morning!
Location: The training facilities.
Characters: Barbara Gordon, Jean Summers, OTA
Summary: Jean and Babs are training. Come poke at them.
Warnings: None so far.

Barbara

Jean

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Barbara

[bodilesswarrior]

Training has always been a part of her routine. She misses having her own private space, but not enough to forgo what the Initiative offers.

She found some decent workout clothes; a ratty black tank top and matching sweatpants. Her hair is tied back with a rubber band.

At the moment, she's working out her frustration on a punching bag. Her strikes are quick and precise, packed with power.

[chore_boy]

Coby hummed as if he were going fishing. In reality, he looked too beaten down and injured to even be in the training hall. His arms, legs and parts of his upper body had been bandaged. There were exposed stitches on some parts of him and many of them looked fairly fresh.

He smiled to himself as he hoisted up a wood and concrete statue of a person with one hand, setting it down in the middle of the training hall.

With a proud smile, he took off his glasses and tucked them into his shirt. Briefly glancing to Barbara, Coby beamed, "Good morning, ma'am!"

[controlledvariable]

It's not that she's stalking Babs or anything, it's just that she happens to be hanging out up in the rafters of the training centre. And that the rafters she's picked are above where Babs is going to town on a punching bag.

She won't say anything, if only because she wants to see how long it'll take for Babs to notice her.

Steph is a good friend.

[bodilesswarrior]

It's not a sixth sense, exactly. For years, she's needed to be keenly, constantly aware of her environment, the sights and sounds and smells surrounding her.

It's not long, then, before she lowers her fists and tips her head up, smirking.

"Having fun up there?"

[controlledvariable]

It's good to know Babs is still on her game, even if she's also pleased that she wasn't instantly noticed, since it means she's on her game, too. She should see if she can still follow Dinah around unnoticed, later, just to make sure she hasn't lost her touch.

"Yup," There's the sound of a wrapper opening, and then said shiny wrapper flutters down to Babs, because Steph has chocolates and maybe she's teasing just a little, "Enjoying getting all sweaty?"

As if she has room to talk, when she spends about four hours each day at the training centre.

[bodilesswarrior]

"Immensely." Her smile is wry, but the response is sincere. She's always liked a good workout; the aches and weariness were satisfying, made her feel like she'd accomplished something.

"How long were you up there?" Her tone is one of approval, now.

[fishnetted]

Dinah remembers that training Barbara was one of those things they never had enough time to get properly done, mostly because there was always something going on.

Maybe this is a nice chance to get things done properly.

"How would you feel about hitting something that moves?", she asks as she gets closer. Best pick up line ever or what?

[bodilesswarrior]

It is for Barbara, if her grin is anything to go by.

"Sounds fun."

[fishnetted]

"Perfect, then let's get down to it."

They had some practice, so Dinah knows what to expect of Babs. That is, a lot of hard, fast, precise punches. "Anything in particular you want to work on?"

[bodilesswarrior]

"Defence." The answer is earnest and immediate. "Blocking and dodging." And the grin is back. "So hit me."

[dawningsun]

He still has bandages on, but has healed enough that he can start to practice. He wasn't about to be caught unawares again, and so he wore a simple tunic and loose pants, and carried a staff with himself when he stepped into the training area.

He paused when he saw her.

"Ah, you're here."

He hadn't called her, and he knew he should have. It wasn't that he disliked Barbara- he found her to be generally agreeable and he appreciated that she didn't mindlessly prattle at him. It simply wasn't in his way to reach out to others, especially for something that he wasn't skilled at. Perhaps it was a bit of foolish pride, but he would much rather be seen as at least competent in everything than as someone who failed.

[bodilesswarrior]

Barbara's fists still immediately when she sees him, and then she crosses her arms, chin high.

"Yes, I am. Which you might have known if you'd, say, called." Just to let her know you were okay. Not that she'd - yes, okay, she worried.

[dawningsun]

"Forgive me, I..." Well, they're all shitty excuses. He just likes to be alone, isn't good at this entire "friends" thing. He sighs. "I should have messaged you."

He holds the staff in one hand, looking down at his bandaged hand. It's as much to help with the training as to make sure he doesn't hurt himself worse. He was mostly healed- thankfully, there were those at the clinic skilled with healing spells- but still cautious.

"I've not handled a staff properly in many years. I thought I would start with that, as I trained with that to start, when I was younger."

[bodilesswarrior]

Barbara gives him a good hard stare, for a second, before she smiles. Apology accepted.

"I'll grab one and we can see how you do." Staffs aren't her primary weapon, of course, but she's adept enough.

Jean

[astraia]

Jean is moving through katas she learned as a teenager. She's done this every day since she became an X-Man, and she's not about to stop now. Her eyes are closed, her mind serene. It doesn't matter, right now, that she's a stranger in a strange world, that she was burned to ashes; she is only this moment, this movement.

She's wearing a white karate gi, a circled X emblazoned on the front. An indulgence.

She doesn't notice when her hair lifts from her head like a plume of flame.

everybody was kung fu fighting...

[fishnetted]

DINAH IS STARING AT ALL THE FIGHTING PEOPLE.

"Good form," is all she says as she examines the katas. Really, what else can she say.

you realise i'll have that stuck in my head for hours now

[astraia]

Her eyes open slowly, a lazy smile curving her lips. She doesn't stop moving; it's second nature, by now.

"Thank you. I've been doing it for a while."

MY EVIL PLAN WORKS

[fishnetted]

"I can tell. You've made the movements yours, or at least that's how I call it when you've worked through them for long enough they become less a technique and more a natural movement, like walking."

Dinah is such a martial arts dork. "If you feel like having a friendly spar, I would love to see how they work against someone."

FOUL VILLAINESS

[astraia]

Jean's smile deepens. Yes, that's the perfect way to put it.

"I'd love to." She's been worried, really; she's used to training with people.

Scott, usually, and she tries to ignore the sudden ache in her chest.

"I'm Jean, by the way."

[justgo]

Tess figured that she could get some use in with the weapon she got upon arrival. What she didn't expect was the stranger with the hair almost like fire. It's from a distance that they don't risk getting in each other's space on accident, but it's close enough that Tess can see without being able to discern it properly.

A breath in and she holds onto the makeshift staff she's using for the moment, walking over after an hour or so. "- Mornin'."

[astraia]

Jean can sense the new presence, but there's nothing threatening about it, so she simply goes on with her routine. Eventually, she moves into true strikes, feet lashing out and fists pounding the air.

The greeting slows her to a stop, and she turns with a grin as her hair finally falls back to her shoulders.

"Morning. ...I think." She always loses track of time when she's training.

[justgo]

There's a soft laugh on for that, Tess straightening up from where she'd been leaning against the pole. Brows lifting as she starts to speak, her chest lifts with the breath she takes.

"You... You really looked like you were on fire, there." How else does she say something like that, really. "What kinda style was that?"

[terrot]

Physis comes into the training hall as she tends to, not in the least bit dressed for any physical training. It's her mind she's trying to bring back to form.

After a month of working with the weights, she feels much ore confident in her abilities than how the virus had left her. Fighting may not be where she sees herself best put to use, but she understands the importance of a good defense. It's just as she's about to turn to the weights to begin her exercises that her attention is drawn elsewhere.

She may not be able to see the flames dance herself, but the power that sets its rhythm is hard to miss, and a curiosity she can't help look into further. And so, she moves to the edge of the mat, feeling that power around its edges. She doesn't probe too deeply or intrusively, investigating it more as a sort of psychic onlooker whose presence becomes obvious by its mere persistence. Someone as strong as the woman she's "watching" shouldn't be interrupted so gracelessly.

[astraia]

Jean notices, of course, but the presence doesn't draw her out immediately; it's more watchful than intrusive, and not at all aggressive. She takes her time, slowing her movements until finally her hair brushes her shoulders and her eyes open.

A quick, soft smile curves her lips. "Hello." She's not probing, either, but she doesn't have to; it's easy to recognise a mind like this.

sorry for how horrendously late this is

[terrot]

As she feels the power not waning, Physis straightens up, clasping her hands in front of her. It's a little embarrassing to be caught spying.

"I hope I haven't interrupted anything. I...simply couldn't help noticing." Certainly, she's met other psychics here, she's no stranger to them at home either. But one on such a level demands investigation.