Post by Amara on Nov 22, 2019 14:33:01 GMT -6
Loathe as she was to admit it, Earth was pretty good at designing stuff for training. A bit ironic given that most of the population were some of the weakest natural lifeforms in the entire galaxy, but all that brainpower had to be traded for something she supposed. Yemma knows that the Saiyans wouldn't be smart enough to invent stuff like actual 'food' instead of food, or equipment this complex. Even the signature space pod which they were credited for was literally a ball that could fly. That's it. Strapping an engine to a metal ball and flying through space was... useful, but not exactly the greatest invention to grace the face of inter-planetary travel whatsoever.
So here she was. In upper end of the commercial district of Central City, standing the entrance to overly bright neon-lit workout gym that advertised itself as 'the perfect place to train for people of all caliber'. Apparently they offered gravity technology here, which according to what she heard was a universally good way to push one's bodies to its' limits. Amara didn't really want to tear a tendon, so she figured going in and doing something light just to get the feel for it wouldn't be that terrible of an idea. Walking in, the Saiyan flashed a card she had bought a few days prior (and it hadn't been cheap!) which allowed her to move towards one of the locker rooms.
She was decked in her normal outfit as opposed to her new and fancy Stargoons suit. Central City probably was still a bit sore over the whole Sensoa thing, and while she had nothing to do with that avoiding potential conflict from wearing star-plastered merchandise was probably a good plan. Ignoring the normal gym section of the building, Amara stepped through a few set of doors until she reached the smaller and less populated gravity area. Here they offered both belts and chambers to use depending on ones' personal preference. Not having an experience with either, Amara shrugged and clipped on a belt - setting it to the 'x10' setting (far above what most humans could handle) and went to start her routine.
So here she was. In upper end of the commercial district of Central City, standing the entrance to overly bright neon-lit workout gym that advertised itself as 'the perfect place to train for people of all caliber'. Apparently they offered gravity technology here, which according to what she heard was a universally good way to push one's bodies to its' limits. Amara didn't really want to tear a tendon, so she figured going in and doing something light just to get the feel for it wouldn't be that terrible of an idea. Walking in, the Saiyan flashed a card she had bought a few days prior (and it hadn't been cheap!) which allowed her to move towards one of the locker rooms.
She was decked in her normal outfit as opposed to her new and fancy Stargoons suit. Central City probably was still a bit sore over the whole Sensoa thing, and while she had nothing to do with that avoiding potential conflict from wearing star-plastered merchandise was probably a good plan. Ignoring the normal gym section of the building, Amara stepped through a few set of doors until she reached the smaller and less populated gravity area. Here they offered both belts and chambers to use depending on ones' personal preference. Not having an experience with either, Amara shrugged and clipped on a belt - setting it to the 'x10' setting (far above what most humans could handle) and went to start her routine.
x10 Gravity is active for Amara throughout the thread*
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