Staff Work - OTA

[handyouredealt]

Things were slow between missions. With nothing to do, Gambit quickly got bored with things. He did some card tossing, his usual workout routine and then a break for lunch. After that, though, the day slowed down. He hoped there would be a mission soon, otherwise he was going to start breaking into places again just for something to do. He thought

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[notouchpolicy]

Another day, another workout, another training session with Wade. Lately, it had seemed like all she did was work out, fight, or run. And as much as she was liking the new, toned physique she was slowly acquiring, Haylie needed a different kind of stimulation. What particular type of stimulation was up for debate. If anyone asked, she'd claim she needed the mental type - because she wasn't going to readily admit to a certain... nagging need that could use fulfilling.

Haylie was simply planning on walking back to the dorms and showering off some of the sweat she'd worked up during training when she saw a shirtless man spinning a staff around. Not only was she intrigued by the impressive physique, but she'd never seen someone work with a staff as naturally as he was.

And in true Haylie fashion, she just stood there and gawked.

[handyouredealt]

"Ya might wanna shut ya mouth, cherie. Gonna catch flies that way."

He didn't even pause what he was doing. He had a good sense for when people were coming or going because he didn't like to get caught off guard. Besides, the woman wasn't the most subtle person around the camp.

Especially with her mouth hanging open like that. He smirked. He didn't know why she kept thinking he was some silly young thing but it amused him, she amused him in that somewhat clueless way.

[notouchpolicy]

"That'd be true if there were any flies to catch, period." She replied after clearing her throat awkwardly, settling against a nearby tree as she smoothed out her tank top and folded her arms across her chest.

"Do you always train shirtless in the open for everyone t'see?" It was a legitimate question, really.

[handyouredealt]

"Dey'll find ya. Just give 'em time," he said easily. There were always flies, no matter where you went.

He was quick to whip the staff around as he spun to face her. He didn't care about being shirtless. He didn't have anything to hide and very little shame even dressed. "Don't wanna over heat. Dat's bad, ya know."

[proper_twinkie]

Much to her parents', tutors, and twin brother's chagrin, Betsy had always been more of a physical person. For as long as she could remember she was on this journey for the next big rush. As a teenager it had been fast cars and faster boys. At 18, she got her wings and worked as a charter pilot. For a while the glamorous jet setting life of a fashion model had been enough but it when her abilities kicked in she couldn't wait to join S.T.R.I.K.E. and fight crime. That's right. Once upon a time, Betsy Braddock fancied herself a superhero. One of the good guys

[handyouredealt]

He swung his whole body around, whipping the stick with him and faced the girl who had spoken. He had seen her around the camp, that hair of hers was rather hard to miss, but they had never really spoken. She was the one involved with the mutant hunter and thus had very questionable taste in his mind.

"Is dat so, lie-de-vin?" he asked, smirking slightly. He didn't think a partner was needed for every training session but some people were more aggressive than he was.

[proper_twinkie]

Pushing off the tree, she matched him smirk for smirk and sidled a little closer. "It is. It's not just about the movement. Despite popular belief people were not designed for combat. One has to be conditioned for violence."

As she spoke, her hands came together forming a violet bo staff made of pure psionic energy. She didn't waste any time, just leaping into a moderately difficult move for him to block. "Any hesitation could equal death. There isn't always time to think."

She launches another attack. "Your body needs to be able to react without thought. The only way to do that is to actually fight."

[handyouredealt]

His cards were in his belt pouch, within easy reach and they were a very good defense but he reacted with his staff first because he had trained it to do so. He blocked and redirected her strike making her blade slide away.

"Darlin', does my body look untrained to ya?" he teased while leaping back to get room between them. Her little speech was bullshit to him. Fighting was good training, but living was the best training there was. He was well trained, but also had a rough life which trained him far better than any gym or dojo.

Her second attack he drove down and away from him then he quickly charged the end of his staff and tapped the ground which exploded, showering dirt into the air.

[time_schizo]

With springtime finally beginning to overtake the gloom, it seemed like everyone was out of doors. Martini was no exception, for he had begun to grow stir crazy after such a long winter. Seeing movement on the sparring field, he went over to investigate. Sitting down, he propped his hands up on his chin, watching with wide eyes like a child at a puppet show.

He soon grew dizzy, watching such a routine, for his eyes saw not just the moves Gambit was making, but those that had come before and those that would come afterward, all dotting the field like small echoes of one another. He'd never talked with Gambit at any length, but Martini was well aware of Ric and Rogue's opposing opinions about him. Still, a Cajun without a shirt on was a welcome treat and what Ric didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Mark clapped as one particularly fancy spin was completed. "Do it again! Do it again!"

[handyouredealt]

He was somewhat caught off guard by the applause, but he didn't mind an audience. An enthusiastic one at that. He turned towards him, only vaguely recognizing him as Rictor's boyfriend. He wasn't familiar with him, they had never spoken before. Perhaps things could go better with this man than they had with Rictor.

"Again?" He smiled, "Why do it again when I can do better?"

This time he charged the staff with his power, making the ends glow purple leaving trails of light behind it as it spun.

[time_schizo]

"Ooooo. Pretty. You're like a living glowstick." Martini was easily amused by the small display of Gambit's powers, though he wasn't all that impressed. He always considered the powers of others a little primitive in comparison to his own gifts, a streak of arrogance that he had felt he had won the right to bear.

"Where'd you learn all those nifty moves, Cajun?" Martini cocked his head to the side as he curiously asked the question. It wasn't every day someone was proficient in using a staff as a weapon.