OCTOBER CATCH-ALL

[khajidont]

WHO: Jaime Reyes & VARIOUS
WHERE: VARIOUS
WHEN: VARIOUS (are you getting the picture yet)
WHAT: A catch-all log for a few pre-planned logs in October! If you want me to write up a starter for you for either Blue Beetle or Jaime Reyes, I'd be more than happy to do so! Just send me a PP @ feygasm or PM me and we can sort something out.
WARNINGS: None so far!

Comments

[khajidont]

We'll see about that.

[For the first couple of minutes, it is boring. He starts Hiro up slow until he's certain that he's warmed up - and if Hiro protests, he'll get an unsatisfying response of, it's important to get warmed up so you don't hurt yourself in return - but after that first little while, he starts to pump up the speed. He does it two at a time, standing back each time to see how Hiro does before increasing the speed any more.

The goal here is to see what Hiro can't do.]

Khaji, [he says, a little absently as he works,] Do me a favour and monitor his heartbeat? Thanks.

[He jacks up the speed a couple more levels, and looks at Hiro properly.] How's this speed?

[microbrobotics]

He can - do that?

[ Now he's starting to huff and puff a bit, his gait getting clumsy as he struggles to keep up. Just - a little faster - ]

I-I'm fine. Totally fine.

[ Except in the next split second he trips, nearly landing flat on his face. Fortunately(?) he catches himself on the handlebars and ends up smacking the console instead. Utter grace. ]

[khajidont]

[Jaime bursts out laughing.

Should he, as Hiro's new personal trainer, be laughing at his distress? Probably not. Does he do it anyway? Heck yes. It's too familiar to what Jaime himself has done in the past for him not to get some sympathetic glee out of it, but at least he leans forward to bring the treadmill down to a much more manageable speed.]

Sorry, sorry! [He doesn't sound that sorry.] I think we've found your limit, though. Honestly, most of your running is gonna be on endurance, not sprinting, but...

[He wanted to see how fast Hiro could go!]

Just five more minutes, and we'll move onto the weights.

[microbrobotics]

[ Hiro just pouts for a moment, rubbing at his face. Stupid treadmill. Stupid exercise. ]

H-how long have I run so far? Wait, how long are we doing weights too?

[khajidont]

Ehh... maybe twenty minutes or so? Not that long, honestly; you'll wanna do it for a lot longer if you want to get your endurance up. We're gonna do weights for longer, though, just so I can show you all the different exercises.

[He jerks his thumb towards all of the machines, lurking in wait to wreak havoc on Hiro's muscles.]

Unless you'd rather save those for next time and skip straight to the sparring?

[microbrobotics]

[ He's pretty tempted by it. No, scratch that, he's severely tempted. And exhausted, without even getting to the fun parts ... ]

Next time, please. I wanna do at least one thing that's actually cool today.

[khajidont]

Okay, fine. But you have to promise me that you'll get your mind in the game for next time! C'mon, let's grab one of the rooms before someone else does.

[Jaime picks up the backpack he had brought with him and slings it over one shoulder before gesturing for Hiro to follow him. Once they close the door, he proceeds to take out folded up prints of the human body from out of his backpack and starts to clip them to the wall.

Peacemaker never did it like this with him, but Jaime's always had a slightly more scientific brain than Peacemaker, whose major method of defeating something was to punch it or shoot it.]