The Gym, Monday Afternoon
Illyria had been less than pleased by finding that no one worth sparring with had been available yesterday due to how late her player pinged into that thread, shh, but she supposed she had managed some of that much-advised 'socialization' at least. Still, words, even exchanged with fellow demons, were no substitute for hitting things, no matter what the demon in question might believe, so. Here she was. At the gym.
Where there was, as Cal had promised, a punching bag. There was also a music system, and the science wasn't so advanced that she couldn't figure out how to load in Pure Disco 1.
At first I was afraid, I was petrified...
The music was nonsensical, but there was something about the words and the beat that made punching and kicking a stationary bag of sand the tiniest bit more satisfactory.
Thinkin' I could never live without you by my side....
The punching bag might not agree. Then again, it also might not survive the experience, so its opinions were of relatively low value to Illyria.
[OOC: Open like a box without a cat in it! P.S. I has a squishee. Mostly Red.]
Where there was, as Cal had promised, a punching bag. There was also a music system, and the science wasn't so advanced that she couldn't figure out how to load in Pure Disco 1.
At first I was afraid, I was petrified...
The music was nonsensical, but there was something about the words and the beat that made punching and kicking a stationary bag of sand the tiniest bit more satisfactory.
Thinkin' I could never live without you by my side....
The punching bag might not agree. Then again, it also might not survive the experience, so its opinions were of relatively low value to Illyria.
[OOC: Open like a box without a cat in it! P.S. I has a squishee. Mostly Red.]