Logs:Hunting For Spars
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| RL Date: 7 February, 2016 |
| Who: Edyis, T'gar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis is looking for someone to spar with. Rat isn't a good helper. |
| Where: Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 13, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: V'ret/Mentions, Ellerey/Mentions, B'ren/Mentions |
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Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr
This larger sub-cavern - located not far from a tunnel accessing the
outside - has an arching ceiling and smooth-hewn walls to better
facilitate both safer workouts and better circulation for the Weyr's
residents, if the outside weather is inclement. Various implements are
stationed in ordered symmetry about the cavern, including free weights,
punching bags, and many others. Along the glow-lit walls are pegs for
holding clothing, and large mats hang from sturdier braces, allowing for
softer falls, while large covered bins and lockers hold smaller
necessities, such as boxing gloves, jump ropes, and more. It is early in the evening yet, and the training room is sparsely populated by those trying to fit in a workout before the evening meal. Sitting on one of the floor mats used for sparring Edyis is already in the process of stretching. Dressed in a sleeveless shirt and drawstring pants. A sparring partner it would seem has yet to be found though there're a few other riders populating the room. T'gar arrives into the room with a couple of his clutchmates, laughing likely over some dumb joke. The group is dressed to sweat, the group breaking up and scattering once they step pass the threshold. With one glance cast about the place, the bronze weyrling makes for the punching bags in the corner as he slaps a towel to hang over one shoulder. Dark eyes lift, taking note of the newcomers. She watches them as she continues her usual routine, though the movement to the bags draws her eye in the direction of the bronze weyrling, with an odd twist of her brow. Her chin tilts, studying the lot of them as she finishes up. T'gar, casting another glance about, spots Edyis' familiar face and merely gives her a wordless greeting in the form of one of those upward nods as his wrapped fists lift towards the punching bag he chooses. One of the weyrlings call to him about something that makes him grin, and then he's landing hard jabs into the bag with little warm-up. Edyis pulls to her feet, and pads over to where the weyrling is attacking the bag. "Don't suppose you'd be interested in going against a breathing target?" is casual, "A friendly sparring match. Frankly, I need the experience against bigger, more skilled opponents you'd be doing me a favor." Delivering an elbow to the bag right when she speaks, T'gar pauses to peer over his shoulder at her with a studying glance. Staying the swing of the bag with one hand, "Don't you have a woman around here for that?" he does ask her, already panting a little. "I mean, all the burly ones I've been seeing pounding on this here bag...." Edyis arches a brow at him plainly, "If you meet any 6'3" women who look like they could knock out a watch wher with a single hit, send them my way." Not quite sarcastic, perhaps darkly amused. "What do I look that fragile?" "You look like a woman," is T'gar's answer, giving her a look as he turns towards her. "I don't fight women, and I definitely don't do 'friendly sparring matches'." Running a hand through his hair with a twitchy flex of his biceps, he adds a touch wryly, "But I will send one of those watchwher-knocking women your way if they should pass me." Edyis leans in though not close enough to get hit by a stray elbow. "I haven't run across one yet, so good luck with that." She studies the other group of weyrlings, "Then what do you do. Since to judge from the way you are going at that bag, you do know how to hit." She frowns, "Tell me which of your clutch mates is least breakable then, all the better if they know what they are doing. I've not properly had my ass handed to me in a while, I could use the hit to my ego." "If I need to fight, I fight," is very simple for T'gar it seems. "If I fight, it's not going to be with a woman. I'm not looking to put you in the infirmary." He turns from her now, straightening up to resume his workout as he addresses the latter that Edyis speaks of. He shrugs a bit for an answer as he delivers a jab before saying aloud, "As for which of them, your guess is as good as mine. I've never asked around and, most of them are stuffy and wouldn't know how to hit their way out of a glowbasket anyway," and maybe it's happenstance that he looks toward the group he had came in with, who were busy pushing each other around rather than using the weights. Looking back at Edyis, "I find it hard to believe that you have to stoop low to having to fight weyrlings with all the riders around here more capable," he notes. "Shit, I bet B'ren wouldn't mind a tussle outside the bed as much as in. If you're that desperate on getting your ass kicked around." Edyis rolls her shoulders a little. "Since I don't see him in here," She notes of B'ren, "I was going based on who I saw in here." The glowbasket comment earns a distinctive frown. "That bad? I didn't pay attention to whether this bunch was holder or craft bred. Of the few I do know out of those two clutches, well. I'm not planning on making friends anytime soon." To be polite about it. "But you'd be amazed how frequently my gender winds up being an issue." "Then it looks like there's not much I can do for you," T'gar is easy to counter with, punctuating that with another jab. Stepping back, "Not about making friends," he says on his clutchmates, his tone nonplussed either way as he approaches the bag again. "Just, the only few there that might remotely know what to do with their fists is V'ret. Maybe Ellerey. She seems pretty tough." Edyis seems wholly unimpressed by the former bartender's name, Ellerey's though earns a slight brow furrow, "Green Virisceth's right?" Trying to recall. She shrugs, "Suppose it never hurts to ask. Are there any who are less obnoxious than the rest?" Edyis queries quietly, "Or do the same two names fit into that category as well?" "Virisceth's," T'gar confirms with a grunt. "Not that I'm saying she'll go along with a spar. I don't even know if she fights. She just looks like she could over the other girls. I don't know." He stays his fists once more - punching and having to think about things not so simple is likely something he cannot do at the same time. He shrugs on the obnoxious bit before. "Don't ask me. They're all obnoxious in one form or other." Edyis lifts her shoulders again non-committally. "Not exactly saying I plan on asking her to." But boring answers lead to boring conversation, and with a nod, the brownrider returns to her workout. Nodding in return, T'gar seems to accept her answer and her departure as he watches her for a few breaths before he as well, returns to his workout. |
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