Post by Ryder on Jun 11, 2017 6:01:48 GMT
As Ryder’s hand twisted the knob the woman found gravity once more intensifying. The force pulled viciously at her flesh, her bones, her tendons, her blood vessels and meridians. The intensity of the pressure was a welcome sensation to a woman who had finally achieved measurable progress. All of this hard work really was worth it.
Ryder scanned the surroundings, contemplating precisely how she intended to train this time when she caught sight of a small door not far from the entrance. ~Is… is that what I think it is?~ lunging her way to the door Ryder took the initiative to investigate.
As the door slid open her suspicions proved reality. Inside that small closet were a host of cleaning gear. Rags, a broom, dust pan, garbage can and a few other sundry supplies filled the closet.
Looking at the closet, and then casting her eyes back out into the large chamber of the dojo, Ryder thought back to the intense training session she had experienced her with Chai, Tulip, some perverted woman and Chai’s sword Guardia. Scuffs and smudges and tiny debris dust lay scattered about throughout the Dojo.
~Cleaning is as good an exercise as any, especially under this gravity. Besides, I owe that goat, man… person for granting me the use of this place even when he’s not here.~ Even though the rule was any Blue Banner Personnel, Ryder still treated her access to this place as a personal favor. One thing that had been drilled deeply into her as a child was honor, paying back kindness with kindness [and paying back cruelty with cruelty.]
Phase one was to clear the debris. Pulling out the broom and dust-pan, Ryder set about sweeping the vast and sweeping Dojo chamber as swiftly as possible. A task made infinitely more difficult than normal by gravity ninety times that of Earth. Even so Ryder made ‘relatively’ quick work of it, forming scattered piles throughout the large room. Once she’d formed her piles it didn’t take long for the woman to sweep through the room with broom, dust pan and garbage can.
Now that the floor was clear of debris, phase two went into effect. Armed with a handful of damp rags Ryder made immediate preparation to clean the dojo floor the old way. With her face down, her ass up and her hands pressing the rag against the floor, Ryder hustled from one side of the dojo to the other, cleaning a straight line along the groove of the floor boards.
By the time she reached the other side Ryder’s clothing was already saturated with sweat, her body dripping with effort. ~Dammit this isn’t going to be truly clean at all. But I guess one could say a Dojo is seasoned by the sweat of its practitioners.~ Flipping the rag over to the clean side, Ryder repeated the process one rag width over.
Every two lines she used a new rag, even as the unusual posture and her own weight distribution began to ravage her body under the augmented gravity. Pain wracked Ryder as she continued to clean the floor, one rag-width line at a time.
No sooner did Ryder reach the wall on her final pass than she collapsed, her muscles and tendons screaming in agony, her dantian completely drained of every last scrap of ki reserve she brought with her into the training session.
“Computer, disable augmented gravity.”
Ryder scanned the surroundings, contemplating precisely how she intended to train this time when she caught sight of a small door not far from the entrance. ~Is… is that what I think it is?~ lunging her way to the door Ryder took the initiative to investigate.
As the door slid open her suspicions proved reality. Inside that small closet were a host of cleaning gear. Rags, a broom, dust pan, garbage can and a few other sundry supplies filled the closet.
Looking at the closet, and then casting her eyes back out into the large chamber of the dojo, Ryder thought back to the intense training session she had experienced her with Chai, Tulip, some perverted woman and Chai’s sword Guardia. Scuffs and smudges and tiny debris dust lay scattered about throughout the Dojo.
~Cleaning is as good an exercise as any, especially under this gravity. Besides, I owe that goat, man… person for granting me the use of this place even when he’s not here.~ Even though the rule was any Blue Banner Personnel, Ryder still treated her access to this place as a personal favor. One thing that had been drilled deeply into her as a child was honor, paying back kindness with kindness [and paying back cruelty with cruelty.]
Phase one was to clear the debris. Pulling out the broom and dust-pan, Ryder set about sweeping the vast and sweeping Dojo chamber as swiftly as possible. A task made infinitely more difficult than normal by gravity ninety times that of Earth. Even so Ryder made ‘relatively’ quick work of it, forming scattered piles throughout the large room. Once she’d formed her piles it didn’t take long for the woman to sweep through the room with broom, dust pan and garbage can.
Now that the floor was clear of debris, phase two went into effect. Armed with a handful of damp rags Ryder made immediate preparation to clean the dojo floor the old way. With her face down, her ass up and her hands pressing the rag against the floor, Ryder hustled from one side of the dojo to the other, cleaning a straight line along the groove of the floor boards.
By the time she reached the other side Ryder’s clothing was already saturated with sweat, her body dripping with effort. ~Dammit this isn’t going to be truly clean at all. But I guess one could say a Dojo is seasoned by the sweat of its practitioners.~ Flipping the rag over to the clean side, Ryder repeated the process one rag width over.
Every two lines she used a new rag, even as the unusual posture and her own weight distribution began to ravage her body under the augmented gravity. Pain wracked Ryder as she continued to clean the floor, one rag-width line at a time.
No sooner did Ryder reach the wall on her final pass than she collapsed, her muscles and tendons screaming in agony, her dantian completely drained of every last scrap of ki reserve she brought with her into the training session.
“Computer, disable augmented gravity.”