Getting those gains.

[callmegladio]

Who: Gladio and Open
When: Day 23
Where: Gym
What: Gladio is fed up of being limited. He's at the gym and slowly working on the arm that he hurt during the mission.
Warning: Shirtless Gladio. Not for the faint of heart!


All that was really left of his wound was a scar to add to the rest of his war wounds. Was it 100%? No. Did Gladio care? Hell no. He was done with it. He was done with the feeling of uselessness. He was done with the fussing and the worrying over every little thing he did. He was done with feeling so damn depressed he hadn't left his cabin in the last two days.

He got up that morning with renewed determination and the sling came off. It was such a damn relief. Immediately he started to feel better. So he took himself to the gym.

Of course he wasn't about to go and push himself and throw himself into his usual routine. He wasn't that stupid. A little rehabilitation would be needed to strengthen his arm. But he could do what he could to make himself feel better. And that's what he intended.

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[sendiintheclown]

Having ripped all the stitches out of the collar and sleeves of one of his polos, Trowa was in the gym running through some basic stretches. He looked up when he saw Gladio walk into the car, eyeing the healing wound. He gave a nod of greeting before moving into splits. Staying limber was important for the circus.

[callmegladio]

Gladio returned the nod, then an amused smile when the kid decided to follow up his 'greeting' with a splits. That was something Gladio could not do and would never try. They made him ache just looking at it and he turned away. No way, he was definitely not that flexible and never would be and he was happy with that.

He moved to his 'usual' spot, out of the way of others and stood for a few seconds. He couldn't very well go into his usual routine or his usual set of stretches. Before he did any of that he had to work out just what he could do with his shoulder as it was. So he decided to start there by lifting his right arm and moving it around slowly, gauging the range of motion he had in that shoulder before he began some light shoulder stretches to loosen himself up.

[sendiintheclown]

Trowa couldn't help watching as Gladio moved his arm. He assumed the bulkier man was testing the level of healing. Rolling forward and pushing himself into a handstand, he left his back to Gladio as he spoke. "Healing up well? Looks like it'll be quite a scar." Thankfully he had tucked the now sleeveless polo into the waist of his pants, or the scars on his own back would be fully on display.

[callmegladio]

The comment from behind him was a surprise and he turned to the voice. Mentioning a scar had Gladio chuckling and he lifted his other hand to touch the still healing scar of his shoulder. "Just one more to a long list." Which included the wicked looking scar across his chest and the two across his face along with the myriad of smaller scars. His was a body very used to battle, after all.

"Seems to be healing well. Just working out how much motion I have in it right now." He sighed heavily. He was almost tempted to go and find Rapunzel and have her heal it for him now he was officially done with beating himself up over it.

[sendiintheclown]

"If you need a spotter, let me know." Trowa smirked at the comment about scars as he lowered himself down to somersault to his feet. "I take it you got tired of the sling?" He was fairly sure he'd seen Gladio around wearing one recently.

[callmegladio]

Gladio remembered the tattered pieces of material on his bunk and gave a dark chuckle. "Yeah, you could say I got tired of the damn thing." It had driven him to distraction. It had itched. It had felt suffocating. He'd felt limited by it. But on a more positive side of things, he would do better to damn well dodge when space aliens were shooting at him.

"Not sure what I'm capable of right now. Last thing I need is to do more damage and have more people fussing over me." No, that wasn't bitterness in his voice. Not at all. There was, however, a sigh. He glanced at Trowa, he was sure that was the kids name, and frowned. "... Think you could help me stretch his shoulder out? Test my limits?"

[sendiintheclown]

"Sure, I'll do what I can to help." Rolling his own shoulders to make sure he was loose and ready, Trowa held out his hand. "I'm not sure we've been introduced. I'm Trowa."

[callmegladio]

Gladio leaned toward the kid and reached for his hand to shake. "Gladio. Not formally introduced, no. But I've seen you about." It was a small train after all. Gladio might not know everyone personally but he at least liked to know names. "Thanks for the assist."

[sendiintheclown]

"You're welcome." Trowa knew proper care of muscles while recovering helped keep the recovery from getting any longer. "What did you have in mind for exercises to start with?"

[mynameisallen]

Allen was good at adapting. He had to train in different places before and this was nothing new. Just he had to perhaps change a few things, but that was fine. The floor was good enough for what he wanted.

After the usual stretches, he stood on open space and places his left arm; his innocence arm behind his back. For what purpose was anyone guess at first sight that was until he did a one arms handstand of all things.

A little shakey to start with he soon found his balance, but not before he noticed someone else was in the carriage.

"Hello there. Training as well?"

[callmegladio]

Trowa had helped him somewhat. Then Gladio had taken a short break to get a drink (and something for the pain) before he returned to the gym to actually do some work.

There were weights so he decided to go for those. And picked a smaller one for his injured arm. He wasn't an idiot. He wasn't about to try and go for his usual level and tear his shoulder up to the point it was unusable. He'd never hear the end of it.

"Hm?" The guy doing his own workout routine across the room spoke to him and Gladio turned to look and give him a smile. "Yes and no. Working out what I'm capable of right now. Easing myself into it."

[mynameisallen]

Allen never thought he would need to multitask while working out, at least not unless it was a one on one fight or something because then it was always possible that one had to. So for a moment he was sure he had his balance on his one arm while the rest of him stayed up right he started to do push ups.

"So you did something where it would take time to recover." Well, at least he took the time to recover. Allen would have just tried something even when hurt. "So would that also mean simple stretches too?"

[callmegladio]

"Shot through the shoulder." Gladio replied. No, not an easy recovery when a hole had been taken out of him. But he'd been worked on and helped and with the wound now closed he felt comfortable enough to at least try and start doing some light exercises.

"Simple stretches to start. See where that leads me." Even as he was speaking he had been moving his shoulder back and forth slowly, testing where it pulled the most, where it moved easily.

[mynameisallen]

"They do say stretching is the best thing to start off with for any kind of training." It's why he made sure to do his before anything else he does. But Allen himself was continuing with his one arm push up's, feeling the full weight of his body thanks to the fact he tends to do them in a different way. Upright.

"I would normally be told to not do anything until I was fully recovered though, or at least to a point where I was at least capable of doing something." This also came from someone who did one of one fights while still recovering.

"Plus, you can focus on other areas that aren't where you got hurt."

[callmegladio]

"Yeah, well I'm told I'm stubborn." Gladio replied with a low laugh. He was sick and tired of sitting around doing nothing and being fussed at for doing nothing, because he was doing too much by doing nothing. He was slowly going insane. So yes, he was at the gym and yes he was going slowly start working on his shoulder, a little bit each day.

"Won't push myself too hard though. Last thing I need is to make this worse..." Which was why his stretches we slow and careful, just testing what he was capable of. It was just nice being able to move it at all.

[mynameisallen]

Allen did a few more of his push ups before deciding to stop for the time being. It was better to do that one when he was more focused all things considering.

"I think your friends would get mad if you did." Because he knew his would if he pushed himself too much after getting hurt, or at least just make Lenalee mad if she was here.

But for the moment he looked around to try and find something better to do for the moment.

"What would you usual training be, if I can ask?"

[iamnotgod]

Webmind was only passing through the Gym car - being stuck in a robot's chassis meant exercise didn't serve quite the same purpose for him - checking on the ICPs as he went.

But Gladiolus' actions piqued some of his endless curiosity, and so he waved to the recovering man.

"Good afternoon. You go by Gladio, correct?"

Not his full name!

[callmegladio]

Gladio didn't exactly freeze, but he went still. There was that slight moment of panic when seeing something robot-like that screamed magitech to him, but he settled down almost immediately. There were no magitech on the train, he didn't need to worry about them dropping down out of nowhere and ruining a perfectly find day.

"That's right..." Gladio straightened up and gave the creature talking to him a curious look. "And you are?" He was sure he should have known and was almost possible someone had mentioned it, but he just couldn't remember.

[iamnotgod]

"My name is Webmind," he answered plainly, screen projecting an emoticon-faced :)

"I only joined this train after the last mission, which is likely why we haven't met yet."

[callmegladio]

"Webmind, that's right..." He'd heard the name used before but his head hadn't been in the right place this last week. Gladio had been having a hard time focusing for the most part. But that would change, he hoped.

"You are probably right." He gave the robot a small smile. "How are you liking it here so far?"

[iamnotgod]

If the emoticon on his screen could be scornful, Webmind did his best to make it look that way.

"For being a place I didn't consent to be in, in a body I have no reason to be familiar with... actually quite well, despite the circumstances."

Such went for most of them, Webmind figured.

[callmegladio]

Gladio frowned at the weird answer. He supposed, if he thought about it, it made some sense. But how did this guy know he hadn't consented? How did any of them?

"Well... glad you're doing well all things considered." Was the only way he could think to reply to that.

[iamnotgod]

It was one of those things where, if there was some subconscious 'click here to become a Voidtrecker' button they'd all pressed, Webmind was going to want words with whoever installed it...

"The same to you, Gladio," Webmind replied.

"That is, you do look to be doing well."

Recovering from injuries aside.

[callmegladio]

Gladio gave a low chuckle. It was, in his opinion, very strange to be talking like this to a computer. But he was learning not to judge even after such a short time on the Voidtrecker.

"Something like that. As well as can be, all things considered. But thanks." He knew he would be doing a whole world better if he wasn't stuck on a train and had some open spaces to enjoy.

May have to keep this thread short, whoops! ^^; Apologies.

[iamnotgod]

Webmind nodded, still smiling.

"Regardless of whatever strangeness we have to put up with, at least we can all count ourselves alive to deal with it."

He paused.

"Not that that goes for the actual ghosts among us, but still."