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voidtreckerexpress2022-02-07 07:28 pm
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Who: Sonya Blade and Various closed prompts (plus open prompts)
Where: Carriages listed under cut
When: Days 18-22 of Poi
What: catch all for February
Warnings: TBD, but mentions of past trauma relating to war experiences
Gym Carriage: Closed to Cassie Cage
All soldiers had their little 'post mission' traditions. Some had poker nights, others had bar nights, but for Sonya, it was bad movies, and food that was in no way considered 'nutritionally beneficial'.
Of course, she had to make concessions when she married Cassie's father, who seemed to have a reaction to anything that had artificial anything, and then when she got into her forties and understood she couldn't just 'burn off whatever she ate'.
One such findings, she came to with Cassie when she knew she'd be done with her morning workout, meeting her in the lockers. "Cass...you cleaned up yet?"
She had only an hour before it was due to clean the kitchen carriage before the lunch crew.
Garden Carriage: closed to Trunks
Over a year into her being on the Void Trekker, Sonya was well aware of Cassie's growing chi abilities. She'd chalked most of this to not really understanding the Cage powers in the first place; hell, even Raiden barely seemed to understand them, given how little record the cult kept in the first place.
But at the last mission, the idea that she herself could eventually master the same techniques; perhaps not the same of course, but near to it. Sonya wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it. She always took pride on NOT having supernatural abilities, that she won her fights by skill and resourcefulness.
On the other hand, what else was there to do on this Train.
The Garden Carriage was as good a place as any to meet. Especially if meditation was the first step.
Gym carriage: Open
Mornings were for yoga and gymnastics, keeping her body agile, flexible, and working out any residual stiffness in her joints. Decades of combat meant she was fully aware of what she was capable, and how not to take her body for granted.
Afternoon and evenings, that was for sparing, for weights, for anything that might require more rest then simple stretches. One day might be weights, another might be for sparing; she couldn't train as hard as she once did, but like hell did that mean she'd ever slow down.
Or now, she had a pair of training knives with her, going at a target like their were extensions of her arms, instead of separate weapons.
Sometimes it felt good to go back to basics.
Wildcard:
ooc: have another prompt idea, hit me up on discord or plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Where: Carriages listed under cut
When: Days 18-22 of Poi
What: catch all for February
Warnings: TBD, but mentions of past trauma relating to war experiences
Gym Carriage: Closed to Cassie Cage
All soldiers had their little 'post mission' traditions. Some had poker nights, others had bar nights, but for Sonya, it was bad movies, and food that was in no way considered 'nutritionally beneficial'.
Of course, she had to make concessions when she married Cassie's father, who seemed to have a reaction to anything that had artificial anything, and then when she got into her forties and understood she couldn't just 'burn off whatever she ate'.
One such findings, she came to with Cassie when she knew she'd be done with her morning workout, meeting her in the lockers. "Cass...you cleaned up yet?"
She had only an hour before it was due to clean the kitchen carriage before the lunch crew.
Garden Carriage: closed to Trunks
Over a year into her being on the Void Trekker, Sonya was well aware of Cassie's growing chi abilities. She'd chalked most of this to not really understanding the Cage powers in the first place; hell, even Raiden barely seemed to understand them, given how little record the cult kept in the first place.
But at the last mission, the idea that she herself could eventually master the same techniques; perhaps not the same of course, but near to it. Sonya wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it. She always took pride on NOT having supernatural abilities, that she won her fights by skill and resourcefulness.
On the other hand, what else was there to do on this Train.
The Garden Carriage was as good a place as any to meet. Especially if meditation was the first step.
Gym carriage: Open
Mornings were for yoga and gymnastics, keeping her body agile, flexible, and working out any residual stiffness in her joints. Decades of combat meant she was fully aware of what she was capable, and how not to take her body for granted.
Afternoon and evenings, that was for sparing, for weights, for anything that might require more rest then simple stretches. One day might be weights, another might be for sparing; she couldn't train as hard as she once did, but like hell did that mean she'd ever slow down.
Or now, she had a pair of training knives with her, going at a target like their were extensions of her arms, instead of separate weapons.
Sometimes it felt good to go back to basics.
Wildcard:
ooc: have another prompt idea, hit me up on discord or plurk at