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pawnstorm2016-06-15 03:43 pm
shewhocompels) wrote in pawnstorm2016-06-15 03:43 pm
Gravity
Who: Teyud za-Zhalt and you, the reader
When: You know, whenever. The first few weeks after Teyud arrived.
What: Adapting to living in 1G
Where: Cassia
Rarting: PG for now
[Regenerating]
The world Teyud had lived on until a week or two ago was known to her people as Zho'da, which translated in their language as "The only significant place" or "The Real World". Earthlings called it Mars. The thing about Mars, though, is that its surface gravity is only 39% that of Earth's. Teyud was finding adaptation a very tiring process. She was working at it with dogged determination, though. Whatever her course of action ended up being in this strange world, she wanted to be physically fit enough to survive it.
She's spent a good chunk of every day since she arrived relentlessly exercising, with weights (Never heavy weights. Not yet.), with jogging (or even just walking, when jogging is too exhausting to contemplate.), or with whatever else she can think of. She wants muscles.
So throughout your day, you can find a tired woman who looks like someone took a normal person and stretched them out about to a bit over seven feet tall at all kinds of weird hours, working out endlessly. There's no way any normal person could keep up this level of activity. It's almost as if she were subconsciously tapping into her small mana supply as a pawn to heal her body as she beat it up.
That can't be healthy, in the long term.
[Refueling]
The time she doesn't spend exercising or sleeping, she spends in the dining hall of the hall of heroes, shoveling down alarming amounts of whatever the order du jour is while reading books from the library furiously. She wasn't just a thug for hire, she was Thoughtful Grace, the warrior caste who's minds were weapons as much as their bodies were, and that meant she couldn't spend all her energy improving herself physically. She hacked at her ignorance of this world with as much determination as she would an opponent in battle.
The piles of food were because all the muscle mass she hoped to put on had to come from somewhere.
[Recuperating]
No one can keep that kind of pace up ALL the time, though. Eventually, Teyud needed a break. This particular time, she spent it sitting out in a shady spot in the courtyard of the Hall of Heroes with a pair of scissors, a pen, and a pile of poster board of some kind, which she was cutting out into what were clearly pieces for a board game of some kind. The game featured a large octagonal board and pieces marked with strange symbols that are vaguely reminiscent of chess pieces.
Though she's concentrating on her task, there's a certain eagerness about her that says "Please notice me. I want you to join in."
When: You know, whenever. The first few weeks after Teyud arrived.
What: Adapting to living in 1G
Where: Cassia
Rarting: PG for now
[Regenerating]
The world Teyud had lived on until a week or two ago was known to her people as Zho'da, which translated in their language as "The only significant place" or "The Real World". Earthlings called it Mars. The thing about Mars, though, is that its surface gravity is only 39% that of Earth's. Teyud was finding adaptation a very tiring process. She was working at it with dogged determination, though. Whatever her course of action ended up being in this strange world, she wanted to be physically fit enough to survive it.
She's spent a good chunk of every day since she arrived relentlessly exercising, with weights (Never heavy weights. Not yet.), with jogging (or even just walking, when jogging is too exhausting to contemplate.), or with whatever else she can think of. She wants muscles.
So throughout your day, you can find a tired woman who looks like someone took a normal person and stretched them out about to a bit over seven feet tall at all kinds of weird hours, working out endlessly. There's no way any normal person could keep up this level of activity. It's almost as if she were subconsciously tapping into her small mana supply as a pawn to heal her body as she beat it up.
That can't be healthy, in the long term.
[Refueling]
The time she doesn't spend exercising or sleeping, she spends in the dining hall of the hall of heroes, shoveling down alarming amounts of whatever the order du jour is while reading books from the library furiously. She wasn't just a thug for hire, she was Thoughtful Grace, the warrior caste who's minds were weapons as much as their bodies were, and that meant she couldn't spend all her energy improving herself physically. She hacked at her ignorance of this world with as much determination as she would an opponent in battle.
The piles of food were because all the muscle mass she hoped to put on had to come from somewhere.
[Recuperating]
No one can keep that kind of pace up ALL the time, though. Eventually, Teyud needed a break. This particular time, she spent it sitting out in a shady spot in the courtyard of the Hall of Heroes with a pair of scissors, a pen, and a pile of poster board of some kind, which she was cutting out into what were clearly pieces for a board game of some kind. The game featured a large octagonal board and pieces marked with strange symbols that are vaguely reminiscent of chess pieces.
Though she's concentrating on her task, there's a certain eagerness about her that says "Please notice me. I want you to join in."
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They overcook everything. It kills the flavor.