The Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon
If anyone had been keeping track, they might have been surprised to find that Ringo actually spent even more time on AT workouts when Crazy Apple was calling the shots than she normally did. And after a week of being out among the warehouses for almost every waking moment, she was starting to feel like she was almost back in shape.
Not only had Ringo spent a couple of weeks mostly in her room, and not out riding, but the past couple of years Ringo hadn't even been exercising the parts of AirTrek that Crazy Apple prioritized. And while all those big jumps and arcs might be fun, and might look cool, they weren't especially valuable in a fight.
So the past week had been basically entirely focused on precise movements. Starting, stopping, abrupt turns and spins, and accuracy had been the order of the day, and it was paying off. Crazy Apple wasn't precisely satisfied with her performance, but she was willing to accept it as a good start. Fandom could be a dangerous place, after all, and Ringo had been neglecting proper preparation for that danger. It was clear that Ringo wasn't mentally prepared to really deal with something like that little jaunt to Los Angeles, but she'd barely been physically ready for the demands of the fighting there.
And Crazy Apple did not like to be unprepared.
So she fished a bottle of water out of her backpack, took a couple of swallows, then returned it and went back to her practicing. She flew across the warehouse rooftops almost silently. Only the whine of her ATs accompanied her, with none of the laughing or excited whooping that Ringo usually rode with. This was not a time for having fun. This was a time for getting ready.
Just in case.
[ooc: Open.]
Not only had Ringo spent a couple of weeks mostly in her room, and not out riding, but the past couple of years Ringo hadn't even been exercising the parts of AirTrek that Crazy Apple prioritized. And while all those big jumps and arcs might be fun, and might look cool, they weren't especially valuable in a fight.
So the past week had been basically entirely focused on precise movements. Starting, stopping, abrupt turns and spins, and accuracy had been the order of the day, and it was paying off. Crazy Apple wasn't precisely satisfied with her performance, but she was willing to accept it as a good start. Fandom could be a dangerous place, after all, and Ringo had been neglecting proper preparation for that danger. It was clear that Ringo wasn't mentally prepared to really deal with something like that little jaunt to Los Angeles, but she'd barely been physically ready for the demands of the fighting there.
And Crazy Apple did not like to be unprepared.
So she fished a bottle of water out of her backpack, took a couple of swallows, then returned it and went back to her practicing. She flew across the warehouse rooftops almost silently. Only the whine of her ATs accompanied her, with none of the laughing or excited whooping that Ringo usually rode with. This was not a time for having fun. This was a time for getting ready.
Just in case.
[ooc: Open.]