muffled eye of the tiger in the distance

[zodbob]

WHO: Caesar Zeppeli (glampop) and Zod-Ur (zodbob)
WHERE: Nonah Training Center
WHEN: 5/18
WHAT: Rocky Jojo's Style Training, following this thread!
WARNINGS: N/A

[As promised, Zod makes it to the training center first and waits for Caesar at the entrance. ...It occurs to him that he never turned on the video to show what he looked like, but Caesar was at least noticeably distinct in appearance. Plus there don't seem to be too many people around right now.

He's nervous, never going through much of a proper training session, but he'll trust that Caesar can handle it. If things get back he can pull his strength back a little too.]

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[glampop]

[He's been to the training center a handful of times before, just enough to map out the structure and sign up for minimalist duties. It's a nice place-- supposedly extensive in what it can handle, though he has yet to put it to task himself. Zod was right in assuming Caesar would be difficult to miss. That purple and orange headband, those ruthlessly white pants, the pinkish birthmarks on either cheek...

You would have to try not to see the guy. He's finishing off the last of a cigarette as he approaches, gaze scanning the immediate horizon to see if he can figure out where this guy's at.]

[zodbob]

[Zod has seen some outlandish looking people before. He lives in a Watchtower with a man that wears winged armor, a man who wears what may as well be a circus outfit and a guy who dresses like a bat. Yet, somehow someway, Caesar is something else entirely even for him. It's almost intimidating.

Still, he takes a breath and approaches the man. Whether or not Caesar was expecting a 5'5 teenage boy to be the one he was speaking with -- well Zod isn't really thinking about that.]

Hello? [He says, tapping on Caesar's arm.] Are you the one I spoke with about training over the devices?

[glampop]

[Not exactly what he was expecting, no, but it's a nice shift for someone younger to be shorter. Caesar himself has barely turned twenty-one and stands above six foot. From an outside perspective, unaware of the powers either of them possesses, this should would look like an uneven match-up. ]

Yes, I was. You found the place, then.

[Good, because he wouldn't have known how to give air travel directions.]

Would you like to begin right away?

[He's a little pumped.]

[zodbob]

[He nods with a smile, trying to disguise any nervous jitters he has inside. It's been a while since he's been in a fight.]

Yes, certainly. [He steps inside the building, before realizing something he forgot to ask.] Uh, do you want a simple fist fight or a fight with a proper use of powers?

[Just to be sure - he doesn't really do training spars.]

[glampop]

[There's still some construction being done.

The center's in its final stages of being built. Caesar and the others who did an early sign-up to help are given access, but he didn't check if they should be regularly bringing in new people. Ah, well! Better to put it to the test to start with!

It's only a dick move if they get caught. He'll lead the way on in.]

The point is to test your powers! Don't worry about holding back, I've trained before.

[zodbob]

Really? [His voice is naturally hesitant, but if Caesar is so certain then he doesn't want to show doubt.] Well, alright - if you insist.

[He continues following Caesar in, clearly noticing the construction still ongoing but refraining from comment. Once they get to the sparring area he gets into a fighting stance, not worried about preparing past this point.]

You can have the first move!

[glampop]

If you're sure.

[He's not going to give him much time to change his mind. Caesar hasn't had a good fight in a while, and the last one he left with broken ribs and fractured pride. This time, he's praying not to disgrace himself so badly.

But he'll start off slow. Puts distance between them then lets the soap liquid pull from his pores, coating his hands. A second later, with a gentle release of ripple, he'll send out a volley of them. At least twenty, each one honing in on his target. If touched, they'll act as small energy bombs. Nothing too brutal to begin with!]