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voidtreckerexpress2020-08-29 06:11 am
theturksway) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-08-29 06:11 am
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[Open] 'cause my monsters are real
Who: Reno, OTA
Where: Training gym
When: Grasshopper day thirty
What: Reno isn't so much training as taking his anger out on the training equipment.
Warnings: Lots of cursing and violence towards training equipment. Aggression towards anyone interrupting quite likely.
Today Reno didn't head for his usual perch atop one of the climbing sets where he liked to lounge and watch the people below him. Instead the redhead went straight for a training dummy and moved it into an area with less traffic at the moment. He was up oddly early for someone as lazy as him and it looked a little like he might not have slept much the night before. So the carriage was a little less crowded than when he usually came in. For now.
That was fine by him. He wasn't here for the company. He was here to beat the shit out of the practice dummy.
Reno "fought" the rooted enemy with all his usual flashy tricks. He darted around it with amazing speed and agility. As he dashed and attacked bursts of blue-white lightning flashed around him in all directions. It didn't matter how he attacked or what he used--whether he bashed the dummy with his baton or punched it with a combo or kicked it from the air--there was a constant stream of electricity that flowed around him that enhanced his attacks. It made the carriage begin to smell of ozone as he kept up the barrage for minutes, an hour, longer. He was sweating and breathing heavily but he barely took a second away from dashing around his fake opponent and attacking it with abandon.
At least the constant lightning kept most of the other passengers away if they were smart. Reno preferred it that way. He wasn't in the mood to talk about it. He just wanted to keep at it till he couldn't lift his arms anymore or stand on his feet without wobbling. Until he couldn't think about anything at all.
Where: Training gym
When: Grasshopper day thirty
What: Reno isn't so much training as taking his anger out on the training equipment.
Warnings: Lots of cursing and violence towards training equipment. Aggression towards anyone interrupting quite likely.
Today Reno didn't head for his usual perch atop one of the climbing sets where he liked to lounge and watch the people below him. Instead the redhead went straight for a training dummy and moved it into an area with less traffic at the moment. He was up oddly early for someone as lazy as him and it looked a little like he might not have slept much the night before. So the carriage was a little less crowded than when he usually came in. For now.
That was fine by him. He wasn't here for the company. He was here to beat the shit out of the practice dummy.
Reno "fought" the rooted enemy with all his usual flashy tricks. He darted around it with amazing speed and agility. As he dashed and attacked bursts of blue-white lightning flashed around him in all directions. It didn't matter how he attacked or what he used--whether he bashed the dummy with his baton or punched it with a combo or kicked it from the air--there was a constant stream of electricity that flowed around him that enhanced his attacks. It made the carriage begin to smell of ozone as he kept up the barrage for minutes, an hour, longer. He was sweating and breathing heavily but he barely took a second away from dashing around his fake opponent and attacking it with abandon.
At least the constant lightning kept most of the other passengers away if they were smart. Reno preferred it that way. He wasn't in the mood to talk about it. He just wanted to keep at it till he couldn't lift his arms anymore or stand on his feet without wobbling. Until he couldn't think about anything at all.