Bored Kitty Cat

[uowemeascream]

Who: Creed + Open (multi thread me! I like it!)
Where: Gym
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Sabretooth, swearing?

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[no_nanomites]

Now that Inara had given Ana the clearance to visit the gym (and hopefully the additional clearance to go and work there) she felt slightly better. While her room was large, it wasn't large enough to give her the space she needed to properly train. No small part of her felt that her muscles had atrophied from the lack of doing things. Even in her cell on the Joe brig, she'd been given access to a gym, and had sparred more than a few times with Duke

[uowemeascream]

Creed sniffed the air. Another frail. The heavy bag smacked into his palm as it twisted back toward him. He grinned, watching her look around the gym.

He saw the kitten peek her head up, yawn and curl back up in his shirt again. As long as she wasn't disturbed, it was all alright.

Walking over, he couldn't help but scent as he stepped past her. He grabbed the bottle of water he'd brought. "Lookin' for somethin', darlin'?" Creed asked, sipping the water.

[no_nanomites]

While Ana was human, she did have those charming little nanomites in her body that made her heal much faster than a normal human. Of course, it wasn't as fast as Creed's ability was, but it was significantly faster than normal humans, even with the Admiral nerfing it but some sixty percent. And hopefully Rex would fix that sooner rather than later. Silly little Admiral, thinking such a little thing would stop her.

When he stepped past her, Ana inclined her head a bit. And then she shook it with a grin when he asked her if she was looking for something. "I'm just looking to do a bit of training. I've gotten out of practice during my time here." True words.

Her eyes moved over him, but Ana wasn't checking him out for a partner, nor was she checking him out as an opponent. No, everyone here was a possible person to subvert to their side and take with them when they left.

"You must be the one they call Creed, right?" Ana had been doing a fair amount of snooping the last few weeks, checking things out, but stealthily.

[uowemeascream]

He picked up the towel, and wiped the sweat off his face. "Sure am, sweetheart." He grinned. "Victor Creed."

Claws scraped sweat-damp hair off his face. "Ya got me at a disadvantage, darlin'." He let his eyes roam over her. While he might have his thing with Verona, he was never a one woman man.

[namorofthesea]

Davros was there. Somehow, after all that happened, the Admiral thought it was a good idea to bring him to this place. Namor supposed that he should be grateful that at least Davros was an inmate, considering the judgment the Admiral showed at times with such things. Still, he couldn't bear even knowing the man was in existence, particularly since he couldn't kill him. At least, not if he wanted to have it last.

Entering the gym, Namor saw exactly what he'd been hoping to find. Something to hit. Walking up next to Sabretooth, Namor grabbed the chain on the punching bag, jerking it out of the way in an attempt to make the feral's fist hit open air.

[uowemeascream]

The minute he smelled the salt and water smell, he knew who had entered the gym. He ignored the Atlantean, right until the bag was moved.

His weight shifted automatically, and instead of stumbling like a normal person would, his hand managed to grab onto Namor's wrist holding the bag. "What the hell do you want, bub?" He growled, his claws extending.

[namorofthesea]

Namor grinned, enjoying Sabretooth's reaction, before twisting his arm in an attempt to free his hand and grabbing Sabretooth's own wrist.

"It is infuriating being cooped up like this." In other words, he wanted a way to work out his aggressions. Particularly when he had no way to track down the cause of his frustrations.

[uowemeascream]

"Yeah?" Creed asked, easily releasing Namor and avoiding getting caught. "What the hell do I care, bub?" He asked. What the hell did fish-boy want?