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Training?

Even more training on campus? It was the Hellhounds dream come true! Even Regal responded when Sleuth said heel to her companions, staying in place but still alert to both himself and the other canine owner.


Damien was always up for a good workout and happily made his way over to the equipment and her free weights. they were very well maintained, and glistened under the lights. It was so very shiny.

He picked up a few to do some arm curls and was struggling to do the reps. At the same time he was ignoring regal, which didn't take it too kindly before he jumped on his owner's back. Damien let out a proper growl and fell over backwards with the scruffle, the weight went sailing into his stomach. "Guess the weights just a bit too much." he wheezed out before dropping it off to the side.

He'd have to stick to cardio.

Eating probably wasn't enough, but Vero was more than glad to have the attention shifted elsewhere for the moment. It sighed softly before scuttling to Damien's side, offering a hand. "A ghost doing weights? What were we thinking . . ."

Then again, that other rune-glowing boil was a ghost, and he was quite "ripped", as it was termed. Maybe Vero was just doing it wrong? "Perhaps if we watch the sparring event for a moment, we will be prepped for our next try." Like action-osmosis would occur or something.

"Also, we have dog-spookies if you like those."

Astro, meanwhile, just guffawed at the pair falling over with the weights in the first place.

It seemed that Sleuth was going to allow people to work out in her gym? That's what it seemed to be what Kallos was gathering, even at his distance. The three boils who had come in before he had were working out it seemed.

One of them wasn't having the greatest of luck with the weights. Kallos would have sympathized with the other boil, if only because Kallos was a twig of no muscles, no strength, and no althetic ability. So he could sympathize with pretty much anyone who would be struggling in this gym.

Kallos could not surpress a slight "eep!" when someone suddenly started to speak to him. Easily surprised? You bet Kallos was. Turning, the boil discovered the scary undead from the Scarefari and the fish game.

As the other, Seb, asked him a question, Kallos shook his head. "N-no, I-I was c-checking on the s-seahorses..." When the other stated that Kallos didn't really seem athletic, Kallos did nothing to correct him. He actually responded with, "Y-yeah, I-I'm not v-very a-athletic, t-to be honest..." After all, Kallos had brains, not brawn.

Aaaand then it seemed that Sleuth wanted them to spar.

That's it. Kallos was going to die. Well, die again, anyway. He was about to say that they didn't have any mats to spar on, and then she pressed a button and triggered the floor to slide open to reveal some.

Well, that's it. Kallos was going to die again.

Or get sat on or something.

Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be fun.

Oh. Slag.

Wrestling?? He did not like touching! This was worrisome, but... he had to go through with it. After all, his father wasn't afraid of it, so why was he?

He was afraid of hurting people. All because of her.

Gritting his teeth, Marosa stood on the mattress, tensing up as he tried to breathe steadily. He wasn't very confident. At all.

And it showed.

It wasn't so much that he couldn't lift the weights, but falling over due to naughty scruffle behavior was. Damien scowled on the floor behind his blush of embarrassment in front of everyone, while the scruffle wiggled out from under him to lick his face. "Oh, now you want to apologize?" he grumbled out in a huff before regal started to keen at him some more, using the evil puppy eyes that he himself taught him.

It was his worse choice ever. "Fine your forgiven." he grunted out and turned his attention towards Vero. "Looks like we bit off more than we can chew eh?" he mumbled out to the ghost boil, while watching the darker one whom he couldn't recall seeing anywhere, send the punching bag flying with the greatest of ease.

"Holy chew toys!"

Sebastian's arm was flung out towards Kallos in an attempt to stop him from running for just a second. From any other perspective it would've looked like Sebastian was trying to catch Kallos to give him a smack down, but no. Seb just didn't want Kallos running so much because it was shaking the fishy friend's bag. There was no manly pride purpose behind this. He just wanted fishy friend to be safe.

Then Kallos had to go and trip on the mat. Sebastian was about to lunge for Kallos and rip him apart to find fishy friend to make sure he was safe when he thought better of it. Having to rip Kallos apart could get messy. Plus it meant he would have to touch the ghost boil, which Seb was totally not up for.

Daintily, he tiptoed over to the poor boil and put the very tip of his toe onto the small of Kallos' back. He looked around for some assistance, and said, "Uhhh ... I win?" His eyes darted from side to side and he longed to just put his hood up and crawl away.

To Kallos and Kallos only he said, "You didn't hurt that fish, did you?" His eyes were like daggers, which didn't really help when his face was already angrily set. Poor Kallos. Poor, poor Kallos.

((edit: oh and my sn is chimarii))

"The appropriate parallel would be 'lift more than our strength would allow us', but we understand your sentiments." Was . . . was its arm actually stinging? Jack.

Unsurprisingly, Herryk barreled his fists into the puny punching bag with beautiful ease. Doubly unsurprisingly, Vero wished he knew the boil's secrets to such great muscles. "Please tell us how you do it," it said with almost quiet awe as the sparring went on in the background.