The Finest Edge [Open]

[marvelous_murderbot]

Who: Guri and YOU! (Open)
Where: Gymnasium, Garden, Others - As for a setting if you have an idea?
When: Jelly 24
What: With the event out of the way, Guri can start to be herself.
Warnings: Probably none.



Gymansium

One had to maintain excellence. She certainly understood that. And now that her hair was - finally - back into its natural, shoulder length mass instead of her looking like a particularly blond bush, she could start to flex her muscles. Figuratively and literally.

She had taken very quickly to the gymnasium, in part thanks to the purple jumpsuit the very nice Arachnid Lady had made for her. It was, joyfully, even purple. She found she liked purple, and did not know why. Perhaps this was one of those preferences that humans talked about? If so, she hoped she found find more.

She'd even found a balance beam, which she was in the process of using. Shoes off, hair falling wildly, she whirled and tumbled her way back and forth across it with fluid grace and without a hint of hesitation, executing flips and splits, spirals and moves with her natural precision. But also with something else. A ghost of a smile on her face, as if she were actually enjoying the opportunity.

Perhaps more unfairly, after five minutes of that exertion, she dismounted - in a double flip and perfect landing - without a hint of sweat on her brow.

Later, she could be found working a punching bag, and the punching bag was definitely getting the worst of it, but the sound of things. She wore no gloves.


The Garden

Those encountering her in the garden would find her peacefully cross-legged, her chin resting on a hand. And just watching some tiger lilies. Anybody in the garden for any length of time would notice that she simply didn't move. She was just unnaturally still, the only motion a slight rising and falling to indicate that breathing was occurring. Other than that, even in terms of blinking, she remained perfectly still.

The flowers, of course, were unmoved by this. But flowers are always good at having sang-froid.

Comments

Gym

[worthallthis]

Soldat pauses on their way through the car, tilting their head to watch her for a long moment, and finally smiling a bit. (What? I remember that. One of our teachers had us use that, when we were first learning the arm. Yes.)

They wait until she pauses in her routine to approach. "Looks like fun," they say.

Re: Gym

[marvelous_murderbot]

She turned at the sound, nodding.

"I suppose that it is. And t helps me maintain excellence."

[worthallthis]

"You need a lot of." They stall out on the word "maintenance" even if it would be a perfect parallel-- it's a word they used to use to describe their memory wipes-- and say instead, "Work? To be excellent? Don't seem like it, to me." That's meant to be a gentle tease, in that she's already pretty excellent all on her own, but their awkward pause might ruin it.

[marvelous_murderbot]

And her response is a gentle smile. She's barely figured out her own rhythm, she'll scarcely begrudge him his own.

"In honesty, no. Put me in a dormant state for a century and I could still punch through a duracrete wall on activation. But the finesse would be lost. I have...muscle memory, I think is the term. And the practice is...centering. Human."

[worthallthis]

"Well, I'll give you that." They'd never really thought of it like that, though, as something human. Interesting. They mostly use practice to fill time, and to reassure themselves their skills are still sharp.

Speaking of, though, they pat the balance beam gently with the metal hand, almost fondly. "I have some training in this, myself." They wriggle up the metal fingers to indicate it, specifically. "When I was learning to balance with this."

[marvelous_murderbot]

She nodded, the issue having not occurred to her.

"I can imagine that was a great difficulty - did it cause major issues for your back? I can imagine it was very painful, at first."

[worthallthis]

"Shit, doll, it still is," they answer dryly, accent briefly going more Brooklyn. "There's supports on my ribs and spine and shoulder bones to hold it on." It's fine. They're used to it. Even if after the whole kid-thing they actually remember, now, what it feels like to not be in pain, and it was kind of disappointing to have to go back to it. "I've got the balance worked out now, though. I compensate. And the enhancement serum in my blood keeps it from damaging anything permanently."

Gymansium

[sciencegirl]

Entrapta has been wanting to monitor practice for a while, and she thinks she has an idea. But she needs to take some specs.

While she's in there measuring the proportions of combat dummies, when she sees Guri practicing. Honestly it's with as much skill as Adora has when her head is in the game. (Her head being in the game a deciding factor, because she extensively observed Catra's methods of distraction.)

"Hi Guri!" she calls out, arms filled with a box full of sensors, but her hair is using measuring tape and writing out statistics even if she's otherwise loaded down. "Looks great! I hope everything's functioning properly."

[marvelous_murderbot]

"Hello Entrapta," she said, observing her hair for a long moment. What a curious adaptation. She wondered if it were natural.

"And everything is within parameters. I was mildly concerned the transition between universes might prove deleterious."

[sciencegirl]

Which might prompt a discussion on the value of magic being either a natural or synthetic adaptation depending on its sources. Luckily, Guri is spared.

"Yeah, well, the train heaped a lot of discomfort on people. The least you can do is shake out the physical cobwebs. Could I get your help with something?"

[marvelous_murderbot]

She nods, immediately upon Entrapta's request.

"Of course. How can I help?"

[sciencegirl]

"I'm working on a project to build a combat training robot with a learning AI and a personality modeled after the pet monsters people on board have. It would assist in missions without having formal obligations of much of the crew, she wouldn't be affected by the train's magic as normal crew members would, and would be happy to train with people. It would be like playing for her. Here-"

She hands off some of the sensors.

"First, though, I need to monitor what kind of damage these practice dummies take lately so she would be well protected and be able to self-repair."

[marvelous_murderbot]

She takes hold of the sensors, cradling them in her arms.

"An interesting and useful suggestion. Though I naturally have questions about this AI personality and how much bodily and mental autonomy she will be allowed." She pauses, unsure of whether or not she should explain the why. Then decides it's at least polite to, even if Entrapta already knows.

"Many of the robots in my universe are sentient, but are essentially enslaved - their will limited by restraining bolts and other brute-force approaches. I would not like to see that here."

the garden

[sos_pilot]

Yeesh, Guri was so still, Della almost wondered if the girl had fallen asleep? ... Did robots sleep? (And if they did, did they dream of electric sheep?)

Curiously, she poked the back of Guri's head to see if she'd get any reaction.

Re: the garden

[marvelous_murderbot]

She didn't turn around, but she did speak.

"I'm quite awake, but I suppose I should say thank you for checking on me. Perhaps, though, in future, a simple tap on the shoulder...?"

Re: the garden

[sos_pilot]

Della was a bit surprised, but smiled as she walked around into Guri's field of vision. "But how much fun would that have been?" She lightly teased.

"What are you doing, anyway?"

[marvelous_murderbot]

She left unsaid that the natural reaction would have been a throw, so the 'fun' of it was, perhaps, debatable. But she had a feeling Della might have gotten a kick out of that, somehow, too.

"Watching the flowers grow," she admitted. "I've never gotten to just...enjoy a garden before."

[sos_pilot]

"... Is that right." Della said slowly. And here she thought "watching grass grow" was synonymous with boredom. Maybe watching flowers grow was just that different?

"No gardens where you're from?"

[marvelous_murderbot]

"Gardens, yes; but I was never granted time to explore them. Or to contemplate. I'm given to understand that is a key reason for their existence, is this incorrect?"

Gym

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks was actually on his way past the gym. But the bag being worked in the normal gym actually made him stop, and pause. Watching for a moment.

"You know, there's a proper training gym here too." Trunks was standing not too far away, in the purple train uniform polo and pants and boots, arms crossed over his chest. But in a relaxed way.

[marvelous_murderbot]

She stopped to regard him, letting her hands drop and uncurling her fists.

"Is there? I was not previously informed. Thank you for the information."

[light_of_willpower]

"It's a few cars down from this one. You have to pass it, coming from the sleepers, to get here too. no one showed you?"

[marvelous_murderbot]

She shrugged. "I was here. There was equipment. Therefore, I began."

Her thought processes are fairly straightforward and do not suffer from doubt, in the traditional sense.

[light_of_willpower]

"So, that's a no. No one gave you a tour, huh?" Trunks half-smiles, amused.

[marvelous_murderbot]

"No," she replied, with a shrug. "I wandered on my own."