Gettin Hench 2gethr

[Gaunt]

The Titans Tower had a nice gym. Slobo had tried setting up his own facilities back at the junkyard he called a base, but it was hard to get things that could work. Most of the simple equipment was just nothing for super-strength, completely useless for training. He'd managed to rig up some hydraulics to give himself enough resistance to properly strength train, but that left problems with things like punching bags. He hadn't managed to create any sorts of fabrics that could hold up to him punching at full strength. Metal was more his strong suit, inventionwise.

That was where the Tower came in. They'd had some of the best working on this place, and all the equipment was designed to survive super-strong hits. Kind of necessary, when two of the five core members could toss around buses. Slobo was working the bag now, and whatever it was made out of, it was holding up amazingly well. He couldn't even see any signs of wear on it. It was nice getting to cut loose like this. No restraint, no holograms, just him. He was in pretty standard workout clothes, just shorts and a tank top. His spiky hair was a bit mussier than usual from the activity.

He heard the doors hiss open. Slobo turned, surprised to see Kimber there. He hadn't known she was in the Tower today. "Hey Kimmy." Slobo gave his most casual wave, trying to keep his cool. They'd been through a lot together, and he tended to get a bit flustered around her sometimes.

[Feathers]

"How to punch a bad guy like a pro? In 10 days?"



Silverwing walks down the T shape tower hallway. Making her way towards the training. "Money back guarantee...Urgh, no thanks!" She paused and shrugged. "I'm desperate...but not that desperate...."
She click closer on a Youtube video of self teaching martial art for advance learner. A lucky call. She would say and a step too close. Taking from a self-proclaimed wannabe Sensei, who only proof was to brad about his accomplishment. 

What was the silver bender trying to do?

Recently, she got mop the floor by a cat burglar who had quite an exception skill in the martial art department.  Well, not as a great enough to take down Robin, the boy wonder. But enough to give a beat down to an intermediate and less experience hands to hands combat user, like herself. It really dampened her spirit and knock her down. It was obvious she needed to bulk up. She knew there would be a time, where she can't always rely on her power or her friends to pull her out from the jam. 

As much as she hates to admit it. She needed help. But from who? 

"Oh...hey, Slobo...." The first word escape her mouth. "What a surprise?" What a surprise indeed? Meeting the top teen in the training room. Wearing nothing but a shorts and tank top. Olala theme flow around the silly girl head before mentally restraining herself. Calling willpower in her to control her sanity and herself. Restraining herself from drooling or make a face, lovesick dork. But the hardest part was trying to regain her composure. Cancelling out the memory they kissed once  (Ref to future Jealousy thread idea ='D ) .

Awkwardly. They never talk about it after that. Make sense. Seeing they were busy running around saving the world while running a double life as a hero and as a regular Joe. 

(Woo, a long post. I was close of giving up a minute there... ='D )

[Gaunt]

Kimber seemed to be in a foul mood when she came in. Slobo didn't know what, but it seemed like something or other had gotten her Earth human goat. Whatever the problem was, she didn't dwell on it too much once they started talking. She seemed a little flustered, much like he usually was when they talked.

He tried to keep his composure, giving a cool nod of approval. "Looking good." Workout clothes really suited her. No, wait, bad thoughts. This was a place for training and exercising, not for impromptu makeout sessions. He tried his best to suppress the hint of a blush that was creeping into his cheeks. It wasn't working too well. That was the problem with chalk-white skin, any sort of change in blush levels was super obvious.

"Anyway, what's the plan today?" He was trying to think of a cool way to ask what sort of work out she was in for, but none were coming to mind. His coolguy instincts always seemed to short out when she was around. It was a problem he hadn't figured a way around yet. Slobo picked up a towel, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He could go for a little break right about now anyway.

[Feathers]

"Thanks..."

Silverwing slight blush at Slobo compliment. Dumping her gym bag aside. She unzipping and taking off her blue sweater. Revealing a turquoise tank top with a purple words. Written 'Feeling Lucky?' And wearing a pair of purple capri pants with turquoise stripes on the side, and a comfortable sports shoes.

The silver hair titan find really hard Slobo out. Resisted all effort. Making it obvious. Her eyes glue to his short short pants. Showing off his sexy legs and yummy medium build body. Appealing to her with tank top. Then again, she sworn. She caught a glimpse of Slobo looking at her. While she took off her sport jacket. On purpose, she took it off slow and easy before she saw a light blush on his face. 

Score 1 for Silverwing. 

And he looked so cute when he blush. So cute. She just wanna....

"...push him up against the wall and kiss him..."
"Kaie?" Silverwing almost jumped when Kaie who was as tall as her. Stood beside her on the left. Wearing  devil costume. Pitch fork and all. 
"...Running yours against his hardcore abs. Asking him. What did he think about the kiss?"
"No, Kimby. Don't listen to her. That's unlady like of you. Think about. What Slobo might think about you?" Now an angelic...surprisingly. A little angelic Silverwing sat on right.
"Wait, how come Kaie is the devil? And isn't she you know? Her big and tall lovable size?"
"Well, think of it as Kaie. A naughty devil version of you..."
"And this is a small as I get..."
"Fair enough..." She nodded to both to her conscious
"Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, then ask him. If he likes to talk about that kiss over coffee?"
"Ooh, I like coffee..."
"...or on the floor...." All three turn to the mapped floor and back to Slobo. Making the Silver hair titan blush...slightly whom almost had a nose bleed.


'Yeah, not gonna happen....' She shook her head of the crazy suggestion. Cursing Kaie (in a good way) for being a bad influence of her. Turning back to Slobo and regaining her composure. 

"Nothing much..." She pause and turn to the punching bag. "Maybe throwing a few punches at the punching bag...." What did the heck? Did she just suggested herself to do? Wasn't 'that' suppose to be her dilemma of the day? 

[Gaunt]

Slobo tried to hide his reaction as she took off the jacket. Kimber looked good normally, but she was completely rocking the workout outfit. He cleared his throat, trying to focus. It almost seemed like she was trying to tease him, taking her time slipping out of the jacket. He wasn't sure how aware of his crush she was, but she had to have at least some knowledge of it. They had kissed, after all. He wished he could just work up the courage to talk relationships, but he wasn't really used to this sort of thing. He'd been built and raised for fighting, not dating.

It seemed like Silverwing was pretty distracted for a while. She seemed to be muttering to herself about something. Slobo waited in awkward silence for a moment. Was this normal? He didn't think he'd seen people do this before, maybe she was sick. "You okay Kimber?" She looked like she'd taken some hits. There were a few bruises on her. "You're hurt, what happened?" She hadn't taken a hit on the head, had she? He didn't know how to handle that. Slobo really needed some first aid training, he'd probably be a better hero that way.

After a little bit, she snapped out of it. Slobo visibly relaxed. Kimber hadn't had a breakdown right there in the gym, that was one worry crossed off his list. It was a bit nerve-wracking dealing with humans, or most metahumans even. They were so much more fragile than he was, he had to watch himself carefully. Though he was getting better, he was pretty confident around them now. He wouldn't hurt them much, it was just worrying how many things could hurt them that would barely inconvenience him. "Well, I could train a bit with you if you want. That's kinda my specialty." Technically, his specialty was getting hit with things, and his secondary was technology. But hand-to-hand combat was his tertiary specialty, and that counted for something.