Wesker's not quite practicing, but he's not quite relaxing either. It was somewhere in between since it helped him focus but it was also good to keep your body in shape. Muscle memory was important, too. He was getting bored again and even though he had protection with some influential people, he wanted to do what he enjoyed doing. Research. ( Read more... )

Bo felt like she was filled with energy today. She had tried exercise, but exercise wasn't really her thing. She thought about stealing Dyson away from work, but she figured he might grumble only because they were down a couple of guys and while Kenzi did run a night club, those weren't exactly popular in the middle of the day. So the succubus ( Read more... )

There were probably few people who were used to nuances as much as Clint and Nat were. They survived on nuances. So, it wasn't like Clint's behavior, which, to some might not seem very different, went unnoticed, just like she noticed the (slightly) darker circles under his eyes ( Read more... )

Paris entered the dojo, searching for either Natasha or Clint. He spotted the archer and headed over to him greeting him with a friendly smile. "Not sure if you remember me? I'm Paris. You were going to give me some tips on modern archery? That is if you're available today. If not, I can come back another time?"

He and Robert had an hour, before each had to be back at work, it was ostensibly for a mid meal, but every other day, they'd take the time for hand to hand practice instead ( Read more... )

So here I am, at the dojo already again. I've only been here yesterday and I admit it was more tiring than I had expected. I am out of practice. Which is why I'm glad I have another fencing session coming up. Obviously I need all the practice I can get before I get totally rusty. Forty seems far to young for that.

Suitably dressed and my épée in ( Read more... )

I've been looking forward to this afternoon. It's been too long since I last had a chance to do some fencing. I missed it.

Having changed into my fencing gear, I walk into the dojo and look around. There are a couple of people here and I'm not sure who it is I'm looking for. A woman called Buffy who's trained here before, so she should seem at ( Read more... )

Nat stood in the office of the dojo. The lights were off and she was still ( Read more... )

Early morning, and a lone, tiny figure was outside of the dojo, running through a few exercises in preparation for her training session with Harry. She'd missed it, if she were being honest. Working at the dojo was great, in it kept her at fighting fitness, but she needed more. She needed the link to home, and training Harry? That was normal ( Read more... )

Carl was nervous to say the least. He was going to get dance lessons. Only, he didn't care so much about the lessons, but he did care about who was giving them. Natasha was probably about the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He might have even cleaned up for the occasion, getting his hair trimmed and leaving his father's hat at home, and ( Read more... )