April Catch-All

[leatherdaddy]

who: Gladio and a lot of scrawny dudes YOU
what: Two missions, and a whole lot of bad decisions social interactions
when: April catch-all means... all of April!
where: Various
warnings: Warnings will be in subject lines!




Mission: Brownout (closed to Reaper, Sans, McCree, Gladio)

Mission: How to Train Your... (closed to Gladio, Sans, Gooeygetsu, Eichi, Sasuke, McCree)

I Never (closed to mission-goers; tag in with your I, Never and threadjack away!)
 
Training Sessions (OTA who wants to play out survival, weapons training, etc)

Comments

YIKES I completely lost track of this, I'm really sorry!

[leatherdaddy]

Otabek couldn't have prepared himself better, that stretching and running would lean his muscles and joints would be guarded against unnecessary injury and it saves the trainer the trouble of walking him through the process. Which meant more time for what Otabek came for. His early arrival makes the Shield's brows lift and his mouth spread into a wide, approving smile.

"An early bird, huh?" Approval and amusement both take residence in his tone and aren't likely to leave for a while yet. Nothing puts Gladiolus in a good mood like exercise or camping, the job couldn't be a better fit. However, dressed in casual pants and a black tank top with heavy boots, he looks more like he belongs behind the counter of some arms dealer shop.

Putting out a hand, Gladio greets Otabek. "I take it you're my oh-eight-hundred."

ALL IS WELL :D

[bringbackgold]

He supposed he was an early bird, wasn't he? He nodded. Socializing was useful in his line of work, but beyond that, he was a little shy. He took awhile to feel things out before he diving into them. So, his decision to train like this had been a little impulsive - at least for him. But he knew he needed it, so he wouldn't pass up a chance.

"I am," Otabek says. He extends his arm and shakes Gladio's hand. Gladio seemed friendly, at least. He seemed like he was suitable for this job, at least. He's a big guy - probably a foot taller than him. Otabek's used to looking up at people to make eye contact, so he cranes his head upwards when he shakes Gladio's hand so that he can.

"I wanted to make sure I was on time." He wanted to make a good impression.

[leatherdaddy]

Well obviously but you know. Small talk. But there's something about him that seems quiet, content to be quiet, actually. He's no stranger to introverts and that's fine. If he can motivate even that fussy guy, this one should be a cake walk -- he's even willing and eager to begin. Good.

"Great, do you need some time to warm up?" Gladio waves him away from the busier area and leads him to his practice area - well, not really his so much as borrowed. Until someone kicks them out. He's only a contractor after all. This spot has been worn down by many feet, scrubbing the ground of any vegetation and packing down the soil until it was hard and lifeless. Might as well pave it. There's a rack with weights of all kinds, a dummy planted into the hard earth. In terms of practice areas, it's spartan to say the least. This is certainly no gym, but judging from the dull cracking sound, there's a shooting range not too far away.

"There's a few ways I like to get started - you could either tell me or show me you usual exercise routine. Showing me will give me a better idea of your fitness level. You can start by telling me what you do."

[bringbackgold]

Gladio's observation was correct. Otabek was quiet, especially with strangers, and he liked being that way. Still, despite it, he is glad he's here. He's ready to be able to defend himself against whatever lurks. He didn't want to have to depend on others. He never had been much for it before, so it seemed odd to start now.

"I don't need to," Otabek notes. "I went on a run this morning." Which meant he stretched, as well, to prepare his body for the run. He follows Gladio towards the practice area. There's all sorts of equipment, many things he didn't use, or used rarely. He considered Gladio's question, eyeing the equipment.

He's quiet for a few moments, considering how detailed the other wants him to be. "I wake up early. Stretch." Nothing too intense, but enough to make his muscles feel warmer before he started running. "Go on a run. Usually five kilometers. Push-ups, sit-ups." He would consider himself fairly fit, even when standing next to someone considerably larger than himself. "My experience with some of the equipment is minimal," he admitted.