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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 3:53 am
"Hu?" Aulus frowned at Izaya's gesturing. "I have no idea what you... oh, right." It was amazing how much you could communicate without using words when you had to; he knew all about the importance of body language and gesture but it was still quite impressive given how much store humans in general set by words. "Well I'd go for the weights - various kinds - but given what happened when you tried...." Aulus grinned. "Yeeeah, maybe this is a good place for you to start actually, though you could go for the one kilo hang weights I suppose! I expect even you could manage to do a few reps with those."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:21 pm
Well. For a moment there Izaya was questioning if Aulus was all brawn and no brains. At least he eventually seemed to catch his meaning, though. This charades thing was really frustrating. How could your exude imposing self-confidence when you couldn't talk and you had all the burliness of a twig?
Okay, now he was just being mean. The grunt glared indignantly in response to Aulus' grin. Walking up to the scarred man, he shoved him roughly in the chest (or at least tried; it was kind of sad given their differences in muscles), and looked around for the one-kilo hang weights.
In a few seconds it became clear the man wasn't even sure what one-kilo hang weights were. They almost sounded like a piece of playground equipment. He went to retrieve his phone from his parka to look it up on the internet, typing in the words, 'hang weights'. He blinked. Wow. Bad idea. He closed his phone. Hopefully the images of the weights that came up weren't really what Aulus was considering.
Another image came to mind; one he thought might have been more suitable and less dorky than his initial suggestion. Nakura looked to those red eyes and shifted his arms into right-angle positions, fists directed upward. He then clasped his arms together in a distinct motion, throwing Aulus a questioning glance. Know what this machine is called, Agent?
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:04 pm
Aulus - unaware that he was being asked for a name - gestured across the gym. "All the weight machines for your arms are in that section there. Look round the back of them and you'll see a pin somewhere in the stack of weights, move it to what you thing you can handle; it's not rocket science." Taking a look around Aulus internally debated staying and finding something else to work out in order to watch Narkura struggle some more, and calling it a day and heading off to do some work with his pokemon. Hard decision was hard.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:32 am
The grunt grimaced. Oh well; gestures could only get him so far afterward. This was humiliating. He started to head toward the section that Aulus had indicated, thinking he was tired of this. Some time when he got his voice back he'd talk to this agent again. And it would be different. No more 'Knackura' for him. He'd find out more about this Agent Aulus, and he would do it his way - through words.
Nakura waved the other red-eyed man off, his gesture a cross between half-hearted 'thanks' and 'go on, shoo; I can take it from here'. As he checked the pin that Aulus had mentioned, the grunt glanced up every now and then to see if he was still there. It was clear he wanted him to leave; perhaps to avoid noticing the amount of weights that the informant could actually handle.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:42 am
He could hang around here and mock some more, or he could go and cool off in the pool. Funny as watching the skinny guy fail might be, the latter sounded more appealing. "Righto Narkura," Aulus grinned, saying the grunt's name properly at last, "I'll leave you to put some meat on those noodly arms of yours." Scooping up his stuff the muscular agent sauntered over to the door, throwing a mock salute back to the grunt. "Try not to break anything!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 4:22 pm
Nakura gave a tight smile and a nod in reply to the mock salute. However, he then scowled at Aulus behind his back and even at the door some time after the agent had closed it. At least he'd finally decided to leave him alone. It was about time the informant had time to himself. Not that he'd likely spend much time actually strengthening those muscles now, but he felt he'd certainly worked them enough for the day.
With a tired sigh, the man leaned back against one of the machines, thinking about the last mission he'd been on. Could he have perhaps saved Aila if he had been stronger physically? Not likely. What did brawn really count for in the end? Little if not nothing, it seemed.
Contemplating this, the grunt, now in a properly foul mood, repeated Aulus' parting words in his mind. He pondered whether the agent had been referring to the equipment or his own body when he'd advised him to try not to 'break anything'. Whichever it was, Izaya made a mental note to get Hayes' partner back for his belittling insult next he saw him.
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