fandomtownies | Atlas Gym; Saturday [11/13].

Oh, man, was Gladio glad to finally be out of that wild apartment with the nerdy kid who barely talked and the weird guy who claimed to be, of all people, Ignis Scientia! Like, uhhhhh, excuse you, sir, but Ignis Scientia was just a kid Gladio's age, and everyone knew that he pretty much never left Prince Noctis's side, but you expected Gladio to believe that you were just some old stuffy man? Well, the stuffy part, from what he knew about the prince's caretaker, that tracked, but still! Ridiculous. Like, did he even know who he was talking to? Gladio was going to be Shield one day, he was gonna know who Ignis was, geez.

And, well, because he was going to be Shield one day, he knew he couldn't just slack off like that other kid, even if he was somewhere new, so, the moment saw that there was a gym in this weird little town, he was immediately going to come in and scope it out and try and convince the people working there that he knew what he was doing and that being on some new island was no excuse to skip leg day.

And he wasn't planning on leaving until they let him, so, well...guess they were letting the nine year old hit the gym after all.

"Yes!" Gladio clapped his hands in victory, grinning proudly at the staff. "Thanks! Trust me, I really appreciate this!"

And, with a pump of his fist and a skip to his step, he went to go get his sweat on. He was going to be the strongest Shield of the King that Lucis had ever seen!

[[ come work out with the literal child, everyone! it's open! ]]

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Several ~~dozen~~ rounds of coffee later Goose had a lot of energy to spare so he wound up at the gym because he hadn’t been on a run yet.

“It’s okay I was created to be a soldier, I know what I’m doing,” he assured the staff, even though 8 year old Goose was not normally hyped up on so much coffee and sugar as well, so this could be interesting.

He saw there was another kid training, he watched curiously. The only other kids he saw training were the rest of the Supertroopers at Wolf Den and they usually didn’t like him training with them cause he was the youngest and smallest of them, so he hung back and watched for a bit instead.

Gladio had noticed the other kid come in, and his attention was a little piqued when he caught the word 'soldier,' but he wasn't going to let himself get too distracted. He still had a lot of reps to do with these barbells, because he planned to one day be able to wield massive swords like his dad did, so he needed to buff up his arms big time.

And after he'd finished the reps and considered going into some squats (never skip leg day!), he noticed the other kid who'd come in hadn't even started anything.

"What?" Gladio asked, lifting his chin a little. "Are you actually doing anything, or are you just here to watch?"

Like, he knew he was probably good and everything, because he trained a lot, but it was kind of weird, dude.

Goose ventured towards where the punching bags were, taking that the other kid wasn’t going to mind him training as well.

“Are you another Supertrooper?” he asked, tilting his head at Gladio, “I didn’t think there were any others outside of Wolf Den,”

The only other kids he ever saw training were the ones in the Supertrooper program. He didn’t quite understand the concept that there was a whole other world outside Wolf Den.

"No," Gladio told him, nodding with approval as the other kid moved toward the punching bags, and wondering if he would be interested in sparring later, but, for now, he was going to focus on making sure his stance was correct as he got together his weights for his squats, "I'm an Amicitia."

He figured anyone would know what that meant.

"What's a Supertrooper? I've never heard of those before."

Some kind of club, maybe? Nothing official. He knew the workings of the Crownguard inside and out. It was his job (or, well, it would be his job) to know that.

Honestly, if you asked him, 'Supertrooper' sounded like some real Nif stuff, and so he was eyeing the other kid with a more critical eye now.

Goose didn’t know what that meant, “Is that another species?” he tried, “I’ve not heard of an Amicitia,”

“I’m a super soldier or I was created to be, I’m still completing my programming,” he told him. “We’re going to be a new army of soldiers for Earth,”

Wolf Den was still a viable program that Earths politicians hadn’t screwed up at this point so he wasn’t aware of any potential judgement or issues being what he was would create.

Super soldiers? Created? Completing his program? Yeah. That definitely sounded like Nif stuff, and now Gladio found himself even more suspicious and wary of this other kid.

"Earth?" he asked, doubtfully, because that at least, was made up, and so maybe everything else was, too, although why would anyone want to make stuff up that made them sound like a Nif? "I've never heard of that before. Amicitia is my name, my family name. We've been Shields to the King of Lucis for generations."

So, of course, coming up from a squat, he had to lift his chin partiuclarly high before squating back down again.

"I'm gonna be Shield to the King for Prince Noctis, too."

It was the greatest honor in the world, and he was stoked to be able to carry on the family tradition.

Even if he kind of thought Prince Noctis was...

...meh.

“Oh,” Goose blinked as he tried to follow along but got a bit lost, “I’ve not familiar with Lucis, is that another planet?”

“Earth’s where I’m from, or at least it’s where Wolf Den is …and that’s where I live,” Goose explained because technically he had been created on Earth, “it’s part of the League of Planets, we recently joined them a number of years back,” he turned his attention to the punching bag, because that was why he was at the gym after all and he gave it a few quick and solid punches.

"I think," said Gladio, shaking his head because those kind of punches did not match that kind of nonsense babble, "maybe you've been playing too many video games or something, man."

"What's a video game?" Goose stopped punching the bag as he turned back to look at Gladio curiously, he wasn't aware of the concept of anything for entertainment that wasn't fighting or weapons training.

"Ohhhhh-kay," said Gladio slowly, "so I guess you're just weird. You seriously never played video games before?"

“No…” Goose admitted, “we’re told we have to focus on our training and education at the barracks, the only time that we’re not training is eating and sleeping,” he paused, “what are they? What do they do?”

Atlas Gym; Saturday [11/13].

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