Crack Your Knuckles! Training Under Denim?! (Closed) May 5, 2017 15:16:59 GMT
Post by Cushaw on May 5, 2017 15:16:59 GMT
Base PL: 4,526 | Thread PL: 1,130 (Weights)Cushaw greeted the dawn with eyes wide and bright as the rising sun. Today was the day! She'd spent enough time loafing around after her explosive arrival on Konats, recuperating and learning the lay of the land. Today was a brand new beginning! It was time to start rebuilding the strength that the mines had sapped from her, with interest. Today was her first step towards unlocking her true potential as a Kabochan warrior.
GAIN BONUSES: HEAVY WEIGHTS (+75%)
The words of Plato echoed in her mind: You will need to reach a power beyond even a Super Saiyan!
That lofty peak was so far away that even her mind's eye couldn't pierce the clouds that hid it from her view. Yet if Cushaw could take the first step today, she would face the rest with a hale heart!
Cushaw spent a couple of minutes at her window in the Loft, glaring over the sun-washed rooftops of Ocariin City, running through this mental monologue until her blood nearly hummed with excitement. Then she turned and dressed, donning the Konatsian-style garments she had been bequeathed on her arrival. She buttoned up the crimson, sleeveless gambeson with its flaring half-kilt that flowed down to the back of her knees, over a plain black bodysuit. The outfit came with matching, sturdy boots, red as rust, but no gauntlets to go over the fingerless black gloves that came with the bodysuit.
Before donning the boots, Cushaw took a moment to equip the training weights she'd managed to commandeer from the nearest barracks. They were the very heaviest she'd been able to find, and it was noticeably harder to move for a while once she'd strapped them to each wrist and ankle. Maybe this was overdoing it for her first proper workout in... well, ever, really. Kabochans, on the whole, didn't go for workouts. They tended to rely on their natural buffness. Which was the entire problem in the first place!
Regardless of all that, she had to push herself hard to get anywhere worthwhile. But simply walking around wearing weights on her limbs wouldn't cut it. Cushaw needed practice. And she was aching to knock some heads.
A few minutes later, she'd made her way to the nearest likely-looking training facility she'd been able to spot in her wanderings through Ocariin. The high-tech training facilities promised by Alaistair had not yet been set up at the Cherry Valley Loft, so it seemed she would have to make do with what looked to be a traditional Konatsian sparring arena. Pointy-eared warriors glanced up at her curiously as she passed. Many of them seemed to favour long, shining blades, which looked meticulously cared for.
Cushaw found herself an open space among the throng of exercising fighters, and took a few moments to do some basic stretching exercises. Her neck made a very satisfying sound as she cracked it from side to side. Then she lifted her head and bellowed:
"Aw'ight! Who wants to help me burn some calories here? I'm feelin' feisty today!"