[open] and i trained myself to give up on the past 'cause

[rememberyousoon]

Who: Nilin & YOU
Where: CONDOR training facility/a coffee shop of your choosing
When: A TIME
What: Chat/fight/flirt with Nilin! Choose an option and put it in the title or come up with your own prompt!
Warnings: None!

1.
[Nilin spends at least 30% of her time training. It's what she knows best. So the gym at CONDOR is her usual haunt and she can usually be found doing some ridiculous cardio workout or readying up for a spar. If you've been there with her before, she's probably offered to spar with you, so today you might be getting ready to do just that.]

[Or you could be rudely interrupting her treadmill workout. Either way fists are going to be flying.]

2.
[Look Nilin doesn't like getting herself into these situations. She just can't help it - when someone gives her attitude, she has to dish it right back. So today she's having some very stern words with a barista who made a rude comment about her or about another customer... does it really matter at this point? A scene is about to be made. Please step in.]

3.
[Choose your own! Contact info is here if you want to talk it over beforehand.]

Comments

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[wreckerscombine]

Most people probably would have tried to find Nilin first. Ask her to spar beforehand instead of popping into the gym and hoping she’d be up for it. But Rotorstorm usually preferred to skip the formalities and the waiting to head straight for the source.

She knows her way around in a fight, sure enough, but she’s no expert at it. Back in the Air Force, basics had always been enough. Why focus on hand-to-hand when she could fine-tune her flying?

Except joining CONDOR had changed that. Things were different here, understandably so. It just didn’t feel like the basics were going to cut it anymore – and that was probably on account of witnessing a few of the different “super powers” in action. Seeing something like that in person could really put things into perspective. Behind the controls of a helicopter, she was comfortable…but she couldn’t count on being in reach of one at any moment’s notice.

Realistically, she could train all she wanted and it probably wouldn’t make a huge difference, but. Well, it sure couldn’t hurt either. And Nilin came with recommendations as a training partner.

After making her way into the gym, she scans the room until she spots a woman matching the given description. Rotorstorm’s still new enough to CONDOR that she hasn’t met everyone, and she’s never even seen Nilin before now. But that doesn’t stop her from strolling over with an air of relaxed confidence – coming to a stop just behind the bench Nilin’s sitting on.

“So. You’re Nilin, right? Word around town is that you can throw a mean punch or two. Think you could squeeze in some time to show me the ropes?”

[rememberyousoon]

Nilin hears Rotorstorm approaching, but she doesn't look up, continuing to her hands for her upcoming workout instead. It's a relaxing task that helps her focus, which is why she's mildly annoyed when Rotorstorm stops behind her and starts talking - usually people respect the sanctity of the workout prep, but Nilin acknowledges unhappily that not everyone knows its significance.

Still, she turns and looks up. She does her best not to look unfriendly, but her resting face isn't exactly inviting, and she's never been good at covering up indignation.

"I could," she says, non-committal. "Depends on how much you know. I'm not much of a teacher."

She finishes wrapping her hands as she speaks, and then she twists around to face Rotorstorm.

[wreckerscombine]

“Eh, it’s mostly military training and all that jazz. Nothing fancy, I know.”

Admitting that she’s less than stellar at something is never pleasant, but she manages to keep a cheerful enough demeanor. Besides, it wasn’t as if combat was anything she’d try to specialize in before. Crossing her arms, she gives a quick shrug.

“If you can’t do it, I guess I could always find someone else. I just figure that if you want to practice, why settle for second-best?”

[rememberyousoon]

Nilin tilts here head and looks Rotorstorm over for a brief moment.

"No, I'll do it," she says in a light tone. "Better than a punching bag, in any case."

She stands up, rolling her shoulders to warm them up.

[wreckerscombine]

Rotorstorm tries to hide her disdain at being compared to a punching bag, even remotely. She frowns for a split second, but catches herself and manages to return to a more pleasant demeanor – shrugging her jacket off and following suit with some stretches of her own.

“Okay, now we’re talking.”

1!

[cyborged]

[Raiden basically lives at the gym - usually running obstacle courses or doing the kind of fight simulations where he doesn't have to actually interact with anyone else, but recent events have made him question his capabilities (and also he's a bit less worried about just punching a hole through someone,) so he's here to take Nilin up on an earlier offer. Hanging up his coat and putting his ridiculous collection of weapons away.]

[rememberyousoon]

[Nilin is, predictably, already at the gym when Raiden arrives. She's already done some cardio and she's toweling off and getting some water when she spots him putting his weapons away. She wanders over, hanging the towel around her neck.]

You ready for this?

[cyborged]

[That almost gets a smirk out of Raiden - not that he's arrogant or anything, it's just that Nilin is a fleshy meat person.]

Sure. [He tips his head towards the... fight place. The mats. Whatever.] You?

[rememberyousoon]

[Nilin does smirk because she absolutely is arrogant even if Raiden is not so much a fleshy meat person as she is. She tosses the towel into her bag, which is conveniently nearby, and commences whatever her routine is to get ready for a spar.]

Don't worry about me.

[cyborged]

[Snort.] Okay.

[Very much in the tone of "it's your funeral."]

[rememberyousoon]

[Nilin grins and turns toward the mats, rolling her shoulders as she goes.]

Well hurry up, then. It's not like I have all day.

[cyborged]

Oh, I'm sorry. I was just waiting for you to finish your warm-up.

[He follows her over and stands on the opposite side of the mats, gesturing in a 'whenever you're ready' kind of way.]

[rememberyousoon]

[Nilin sighs hard through her nose and watches Raiden. The moment he looks ready she immediately swings a kick toward his side.]

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[alethiometry]

[lyra just wanted a biscuit ok. why is this taking so long. she taps nilin on the shoulder.]

'Scuse me, miss? Are you having a problem?

[rememberyousoon]

[Nilin takes her attention off the rude barista long enough to look at Lyra, fully intending to tell her to be patient but she stops herself because there is clearly a line that she is holding up. Still, this is a thing and she is not about to admit that she is over-reacting to it.]

Yes, but I think I've made my point.

[She gives the barista a warning glare.]

[alethiometry]

[lyra glances back and forth between the barista and nilin.]

I'm sorry for your troubles. Do you come here a lot? I was wondering if the iced tea latte is any good? I never had iced tea before but it never got so hot where I came from. Latte means it comes with milk in, right?

[rememberyousoon]

[Well this is distracting. It's hard to be mad when someone is trying to distract you with a million questions. Although, it's also hard to be mad when the barista you've been lecturing has scurried away when you weren't looking. Nilin sighs, a bit defeated. She definitely sounds annoyed when she speaks, and she avoids looking at Lyra because it's not fair to unleash the full force of her frustration on this girl.]

I really only drink black coffee. Sorry.

[alethiometry]

[lyra shrugs.]

Oh. Well, coffee's good too. I like milk and sugar though. What's your name?

[rememberyousoon]

[deep breath.]

Nilin.

[alethiometry]

I'm Lyra.

[she smiles.]

Do you mind if I go order?

[rememberyousoon]

[Another deep breath.]

Go ahead.

[She grabs her coffee off the counter and steps out of the way, finding her way to a table so she can sit and drink her coffee and cool down a bit.]

[alethiometry]

[success! she beams and movies forward.]

Thank you, Nilin! Maybe I'll see you around.

[rememberyousoon]

[good god she's slightly embarrassed but far too stubborn to actually act embarrassed so she's just acting indignant.]

Yeah, sure.