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Who: Sora and OPEN
Broadcast: None
Action: The Iskaulit - the gym and pool
When: Throughout the day

[Sora is all bent up energy that he doesn't really know what to do with, but he remembers Carl taking him to a pool and The Iron Bull promising to train him at a gym, so both of those things sound better than just sitting around in his ship.

He bets if Riku or Kairi were here they'd probably tease him for not being the same lazy boy who'd rather sleep than do any work, but he was supposed to be training right now. Yen Sid had sent him off to do some training when he woke up in the Fleet. He couldn't just slack off now when he has so much he had to re-learn.

So he finds the gym first and takes to learning how to use some of the machines. The treadmill is the easiest for him so he ends up with one of those the most. He can be found running on one of them or taking a break while drinking some water. Either way, he always seems open to talking to people who are around.

After the gym, he moves to the pool. Swimming is familiar and comforting and it's been a while since he's been able to do it just for fun. The pool's no ocean water but it's still cool and comforting. Here he's even more friendly, almost hoping to find someone who would be up for a race.]

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[It sure is a great day for a swim, isn't it, Sora? Be a shame if someone dropped in.]

"YEEP!!"

[Or perhaps it won't! Regardless, Sora has about 2 seconds to investigate a fallen strip of measuring tape before he needs to dodge the orange blur-white blur that dropped it falling unceremoniously off the cieling directly after. SPLASH!
Canonball?]

[Sora manages to dodge, though he's probably pretty lucky he has experience in doing that.

It takes him a moment to realize it's a person and then he tries to get to them to make sure they're okay. He isn't sure if they know how to swim...]

[For a moment the body just submerges deeper, until it finally breeches the surface with a loud gasp. Despite Sora's good intent, Flug is quick to shy away from him and quickly starts fussing with the bag over his head the moment he can reach an ledge.]

"N-no tears. It. It'll dry. H-ohh, oh my. D-didnt expect that."

Are you okay?

Do you need help getting out?

"No."

[The scientist grouses, flatly.]

"What I need help with is getting Atroma to stop messing with the gravity control on my augmen-- ugh!"

[And sure enough, as Flug speaks, little beads of water are already begin to float off of his bag before his body attempts to join them. He grips the ledge a little tighter to keep himself anchored in place.]

"Somehow I doubt that's something you can help me with."

[Sora moves closer and grabs onto his lab coat to help him stay down.]

No. But I could help anchor you to the ground?

[Flug considers the offer long and hard.]

"...Fine."

[Tentatively he releases the ledge and leans to extend his other hand towards the one gripping his coat. It's a little less awkward to hold onto him more than just his clothes, right?]

"You don't seem at all affected by this mess."

Uh.... Should I be?

"Well, most of are. It stands to reason there has to be some connecting pattern."

[And although he thinks is aware of the reason, scientists never just grab the first available answer without questioning it.]

"Are you newer perhaps? What ship to do hail from?"

The Bishop!

Why, what about you?

[Bull had to admit he was damned glad to be himself again. Being human? That was horrible. He didn't hold it against humans or elves or dwarves for, well, not being Qunari, but it wasn't right for him. It was weird, it freaked him out, and it make him feel like everything was going to kill him.

Now, being himself again, he made his way to the Iskaulit for a good work out, and found the little guy there. He smiled broadly as he stepped into the area.]

Hey, kid. You're smaller than I thought.

[It's a joke, he swears.]

Excuse me? I can still beat any challenge you throw at me.

Kid, relax. [He shakes his head as he moves to some of the equipment, taking a look at what's available.] You really gotta learn to take a joke.

[Sora seems to think that over. It's just people doubting him because of his size or age that gets him bristled. He takes a breath and relaxes his shoulders a bit, visibly flopping down a bit.]

All right. [He accepts Bull's point.] I also have to learn how to use a weapon here, right?

And basically everything else I lost recently. I should focus on that more than anything right now.

Yep, so don't get cocky. You may be hot stuff back home, but here, there's always somebody around better than you.

[He smiles.]

That goes for me, too.

Well that and...

[He trails off and then shrugs.] Well, something happened to me back home. I lost a lot of my strength.

I think that's one of the reasons I want to prove myself so much here. I need to know I can still do it.

[The Bull nods at that.]

I get that, but that kind of thing doesn't happen over night. Are you ready to work for it?

Totally!

That's what I was supposed to be doing back home too.

But I ended up here instead.

[Bull nods. That checks out. He makes his way to the training floor, where practice hand to hand weapons line the walls.]

Pick what's comfortable.

[Sora picks a sword, because it's the closest he can get to his Keyblade here. The way he holds it makes it clear to Bull that he's no stranger to sword fighting, though he has to swing it a couple times to get used to the weight and feel of it.]

[Bull nods, taking up a short training sword and a small shield, something like a buckler in his massive hands, and moves to the training floor.]

Alright, kid, come at me. Let's see what you got.

[Sora strikes then. His movements are quick. It's clear that he knows how to fight, but his movements are shakier than they should be. He doesn't have full control of his body like he once had, there's some kind of deep injury which leaves him more open than he'd like.

He goes low, though, aiming for Bull's legs.]

[When someone that much smaller than you goes for your legs you've got two options: try to evade (which is usually impossible for the Bull, he's slow) or block. He drives his own practice sword downward to parry the blow and takes a step back after Sora's swing was slowed. Not evasive exactly defensive, but he doesn't lead with a counterstrike, instead nodding.]

Okay. Again.

[Sora seems a little too pleased that Bull blocked. He clearly is having fun. When Bull tells him to go again, he does, swinging yet again.]

[It's good to see someone so eager to learn, or maybe it's just to get better. Either way, it's nice, and it reminds the Bull a little of Krem, which...isn't too bad. This time, when Sora lunges, Bull pivots, swinging his own sword wide and coming around to counter, arching high, at least in regards to Sora's height, toward his shoulder.]

[Sora is able to guard, just barely managing the timing, though he stops the blow from hitting his shoulder. He yelps when he manages it, grinning in a proud sort of way.]

Hey did you see that??

[He chuckles, because it was a pretty good block, but he steps back, readying himself for another advance.]

Yeah, I did, kid, but you know what they say about once. That one's luck.

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[Pool] If you would like a latecomer?

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