Atlas Gym, Monday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Reno was antsy. Antsy and edgy and scrappy, and all sorts of words that people could use to describe how badly he was itching to just beat on things.

Which was why he'd headed off to the gym with his stun baton. There were laps to be run. And then heavy bags that needed to have the hell beaten out of them with his feet and with a metal rod. And Reno was fully intending to work himself until he was ready to collapse into a red-headed heap of Turk and sweat.

It was going to be awesome.

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[atreideslioness]

One of these days, her students were going to make her "emo" with their guilt complexes.

Ghanima had been planning on doing a solo workout to burn off some of the frustration when she spotted a familiar flash of red hair.

"Pick your weapon," she called out gaily as she went through her stretches. "Just because this isn't one of our scheduled training sessions, does not mean I'm going to play nice."

[raspberryturk]

Reno turned to look from the heavy bag at Ghanima, the beginnings of a smirk on his lips.

"I already got mine," he replied, holding up his stun baton. "Don't gotta hack things to bits to be effective, yo."

That, and it was strapped to his wrist via a leather cuff, and he was too damn lazy to take it off.

Also, his. Grr.

[atreideslioness]

"Hack things to bits?" Ghanima put a hand to her chest, pretending to be offended. "I'm hurt, I would like to think I have a bit more artistry than that."

Of course, for that, she took out two modified short staves. She was just as capable of being flexible.

"You did well enough last time," she said sweetly, beginning to count out the practice blades. "Shall we say thirteen?" Yes, she was being mean.

[raspberryturk]

"Thirteen?" Reno grinned, straightening up and tapping his EMR against his shoulder casually. "Sounds like a good number to me, yo. See if there's artistry to be had in thunkin' those hell-frisbees around with sticks, instead."

Yay, hell-frisbees!

[atreideslioness]

"Hell-frisbees?" Ghani laughed at that, shaking her head. "That's one name for them, I'm sure."

"Put a sign on the door?" she asked, clicking them into two stacks. "I don't want civilians walking in unprepared while we're using live ammo. They make poor practice dummies."

[raspberryturk]

"Pain in the ass to clean up afterward, too," Reno replied, and he was mostly joking, really. "I'll get the sign, yo."

It would only take him a moment to do just that. He wandered off, and as soon as he was done putting up a sign that said 'live Ammo, Wait out there or lose your limbs," he wandered back. Oh so casual.

It was a Reno thing. It was either be casual, or giggle like an idiot schoolboy because they were about to play with pointy things.

[atreideslioness]

The moment he had placed the sign on the door, Ghanima struck, launching the 'hell-frisbees' before he was all the way back.

Really, it was a lesson in 'be prepared', and it wasn't like he was unarmed.

[raspberryturk]

If it hadn't already been claimed by the Boy Scouts, the motto of the Turks might as well have been 'be prepared,' really. Having his EMR resting against his shoulder didn't mean that Reno wasn't expecting spinning, flying blades to come suddenly shooting toward him.

One came entirely too close to his face for comfort, and so he rewarded it with a solid, metallic clang and a grin before taking off into the thick of it at a run.

It was on.

[atreideslioness]

It was on. Ghanima spun her left staff and deliberately sent one flying back at Reno as she parried another on her right. While the heat-seeking AI of the practice blades was good practice, something with a bit more brain behind it would be good for him.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Well, with a sign about life ammo, how the hell was Deadpool supposed to say no to wandering in?

Not Jimmy. (Natch.) But it was minion dater number two and... that teacher. Whatsherface. With the blue blue eyes that almost made him think her name was Sue, but not.

Mostly he wanted curry. Something about spice.

Settling in a comfortable seat for the show, he managed to produce some popcorn. Where... it was best unasked.

[raspberryturk]

It promised to be a decent show, seeing as Ghanima had set up thirteen of the blades, and Reno had been insane enough to agree to face off against that many.

The sudden presence of red pajamas and popcorn were going to be slightly distracting until Reno could steal a glance to see what was going on over there.

Doing so nearly earned him a pointy thing to the thigh.

"Guess some people don't gotta worry about their limbs as much as others," Reno mused aloud, smacking the offending blade with his rod (hee, rod?) and grinning like an idiot.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"They grow back!" Deadpool called at him, waiting for when it wouldn't get the kid killed.

Rikku would be upset if he did.

[raspberryturk]

"Lucky!" Reno replied, dodging another blade and sending the one that came after it wobbling off in the other direction with another good thump of his rod. "Some of us gotta actually pay attention to what the hell's tryin' to kill us."

Okay. So maybe he was slightly impressed. A little.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It was damn impressive. But then again, Jimmy would say it wasn't because he was the original.

But he didn't count.

"Try to be more loose! Loosey goosey! Loosey goosey!"

Okay, he just liked saying it.

[raspberryturk]

Nono, Reno's ferret was the one that made goose noises.

"I get any more loose, I'm gonna wind up on my ass," he countered, and just thinking about it nearly made him trip over himself. Smooth, Reno. Straighten up, hit a blade, pretend that was totally intentional.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Aww, Poor kid.

"Stop listening to me!" See if that would work when Deadpool kept shouting things at him.

His was a fiendish plan.

[raspberryturk]

"Best freakin' advice anyone ever gave me!" Reno smacked another blade somewhere into next week, smirking a bit as his pride recovered from the near-fall of a moment before. "Because, you know, nothin' I'm ever gonna go up against is gonna have distractions or nothin'."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I could start singing!" Deadpool suggested. "I have a wonderful singing voice. All husky and Janis Joplin-y."

[atreideslioness]

The red-clad man received an amused look, but Ghanima was too busy playing with sharp things to pay him much attention. "Mind the gap," she called, in case he hadn't seen the sign, "Or rather, the flying knives."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool gave her a thumbs up and continued to eat his popcorn. "This is the best show around since ANTM ended!"

[atreideslioness]

"I'm afraid I don't know that one," Ghanima said, "So I'll have to take your word for it."

She was, however, Ghani, and that meant she couldn't resist showing off. Mainly by catching discs on her staves and sending them spinning towards Reno for him to deal with. But, well, that was the privilege of being the teacher.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Which earned her an appreciative 'Oooo!' and a golf clap.

"Can anyone play with the robots?"

[atreideslioness]

"Heat and motion-seeking, there's no true AI," Ghanima corrected absently. "But yes, feel free to join in. Just try not to ruin the floor, least the owner sent me a bill for repairs."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Oh, just blame me," Deadpool said, waving her off. "And make sure to mention me calling him a Yeti!"

A beat.

"A midget Yeti."

[atreideslioness]

"So, I should tell the owner that a strange man in red called him a midget yeti and destroyed the gym." Ghanima paused, thinking about it for a moment as she used her weapons to flick away the flying blades. "Sure. There's knives in the gym bag by the wall, if you didn't bring anything with you."

There's also almost any small weapon you could possibly imagine, but Ghani didn't feel like wasting time to list them all off. She had pointy things to 'bash'.