Spar at the Gym! Monkey vs Monkey Style! Mar 3, 2018 18:43:10 GMT -6
Post by Olivia on Mar 3, 2018 18:43:10 GMT -6
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The late afternoon rush had begun to die down. Where before, visitors to the gym had been occupying the machines after work, few remained while the crew cleaned up. The more focused classes were beginning to let out, as the soft light of the setting sun seeped in through the eastern-facing windows. Some stragglers still remained, however: few finishing or even beginning their daily routines, and others conversing with one another or the staff.
Olivia was one such staff member, cleaning the room where she had previously been teaching her martial arts class. It was only a beginner's course, incorporating nothing of the more advanced styles she knew, but it paid the bills. Her students ranged widely in their ages, some still children who were more interested in learning to fight than in the spiritual portion of what she tried to teach. She was positive that those few eggs would come around eventually, however, even as she saw the same behavior in a few of the adults from today's lessons.
That wasn't what was on her mind, though. As she carried the small bin filled with a used washcloth and dirtied water, Olivia glanced through several open doorways at the public ring owned by the gym. Typically, it was used for wrestlers or boxers, and sometimes for formal matches involving the sports, but today, she had asked to use it for her own means. The corner poles had been removed, and the ropes with them, leaving only the mat in the center of the room. One wall had been replaced with windows recently, allowing passerby from the street to see inside with the intent to lure more members into the gym. The others all shared the blue and grey color scheme of the rest of the building.
"That should be it," she spoke aloud to the few other employees in the reception area, while she set the water-filled bin down with the rest of the cleaning supplies. As she stood, she grabbed a clean washcloth from the counter to wipe the last hour's sweat and grime from her face... and some other places. With a soft sigh for the job done, she made for the changing room at the back of the building, far from prying eyes. "Remember: Saiyan with purple hair. Send her to the ring when she gets here."
For the few minutes that it took her to change out of her uniform, Olivia thought again about what had happened just a few days earlier. What had begun as a simple trip to the park had introduced her to Banzo and Lily, who revealed a possible invasion of the Earth by the Arcosians. That was why she had reserved the ring, and invited Lily to meet her at work. Sure, she was good enough to teach her martial art to others, but she had never been in an actual fight before. The most dangerous thing she'd ever done? It might've been stopping that mugger, but a conventional firearm and an invading force were far from similar.
So, she took her place in the middle of the ring, dressed in the colors of her Order. The Wushu style uniform would be familiar to Lily, with its yellow-orange color scheme, though the outfit was obviously less worn than what she'd sported at the park. It didn't feel right to ask someone to spar and not wear something respectful, not in this situation.
With little to do but wait, Olivia began to practice her form. With large, slow movements, she practically danced across the matted floor, and her ki slowly bent to her will and joined her smooth motions.