DOWN TO MY FIGHTING WEIGHT

[mypimpsuit]

Who:  Anyone who might be interested in a little physical activity in the way of working out.
What:  Pumping iron, martial arts, intergalatic intrigue.  You know, the usual.
When:  Right now.
Where:  The ship's gym.
Warnings:  Possible adult language, sweaty people.
Style:  [action!]

Comments

OMG /LEAPS AT

[princemunculus]

[While Greed himself really had no need for working out, he did occasionally bother Ling to teach him "some of that nifty Xingese martial arts crap". After all, if he was going to be stuck sharing a body with some guy, he may as well make use of him]

[So, Greed was currently beating the shit out of a punching bag. His third, actually, there were two more busted open near by.]

Re: OMG /LEAPS AT

[mypimpsuit]

[As Kimblee strode further into the facility, he came upon a familiar figure - that of Greed, who had announced himself a few days prior as a homunculus from his world who had somehow survived its destruction. Settling in to a position just out of Greed's line of sight, Kimblee took it upon himself to observe this rather brutal assault on leather and stuffing. He'd always found it fascinating to take in the fighting styles of others.]

[princemunculus]

[Said brutal assault continued for another few minutes. Greed had a constant look of concentration on his face as he listened to Ling's instructions. Eventually he gets annoyed with whatever the prince is telling him and ends up punting the punching bag clean in half and probably towards Kimblee's head]

Gah, dammit, there goes another one. They really oughta make these things sturdier.

[mypimpsuit]

[Kimblee deftly - and narrowly - avoids getting beaned in the head by a mass of flying cowskin and fluff. Watching it join its brethren on a pile in the corner, he decided to address its assailant.]

Such ferocity... impressive. [He smiles a bit.] Fighting without limits can be liberating, no?

[maskedbreathing]

[there is a gentleman in the back not making much fuss. he's wearing a pretty average workout uniform, though he's got black leather gloves on. He's bench-pressing a fairly sizable amount of weight, too.

He looks like he's been at it for a while, if his brilliant red & sweaty skin means anything.]

[mypimpsuit]

[As Kimblee scans the room, he strikes upon a face that's not familiar, but is intriguing nonetheless. A man with great intensity in his eyes is bench pressing a staggering amount of weight, and Crimson can't help but be impressed.]

[maskedbreathing]

[in between reps, he notices he's being looked at. he sits up and meets eyes with the guy, taking gulps of Colored Sports Drink from his bottle. he has a old, circular scar on his right cheek.]

Oh, want this? Sorry if I'm hogging.

[mypimpsuit]

Oh, not at all. I just happened to have noticed that you're working with quite a bit of weight there. It must have taken quite some time to build up that level of skill.