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The sounds of fists and feet hitting padded fabric mitts echoed through the nearly empty training area. Yotta, the humanoid Meowth boy, had set up a training dummy, completely made of bits of training equipment he'd found throughout the dojo. It wasn't anything to be terribly proud of, as it kept falling apart pretty much anytime he hit it. But, he didn't have many other options if he wanted to get some training in today. The other occupants of the dojo had gone out for meditation at a nearby waterfall. Since he wasn't too keen on meditation, he offered to stay home and watch the place, or, rather, train and make a mess.

"ARGH!" came a frustrated grunt as Yotta hit the dummy and it fell apart once more. "Why won't this stay together?!" He huffed as he went and picked up the pieces. Groaning, he placed the odds and ends next to the wooden Wing Chun Kungfu training dummy and lay on the soft, warm grass. "BAH!" he shouted, giving up for the time being. He'd get back to it later... unless something else came up.

Yotta blinked up at the girl whom entered the dojo, a billion questions entering his head all at once. What was she? Was she a changed Pokemon, like him? Where'd she come from? How'd he not notice her enter? Lucky for his little mind, though, she asked the first questions. "I'm resting right now," he replied without getting up from the grass. "And this is the Inner Strength Dojo." He suddenly remembered his master always said it was proper to introduce one's self when meeting a new person. Scrambling to a sitting position, he bowed to the girl in front of him. "Hello there, my name's Yotta." He raised his head, waiting for a reply.

"Well, it's more like a gym than a playground. But it's also my home." Yotta pointed to the house that was just a few steps off. "I live here with my master and his team. They're not here right now, though... they went out to meditate. I think meditating's kinda boring. But we train and spar to get better and more fit."

He had a feeling this girl was like him, a changed Pokemon, but he had no clue what kind. His whole Pokemon experience had been rather limited. He knew several Fighting-types, but when it came to any other type, there were only a few he'd ever met. Hopefully not offending her, he decided just to ask, "Are you a changed Pokemon like me? Did you find a star too?"

"Yeah, this is a pretty cool house," Yotta laughed, agreeing wholeheartedly. The boy was a bit oblivious to the fact that his kind normally chased after her kind. In his mind, she was just another friend to be made.

"OH! I've found it's a LOT easier to do martial arts moves now!" He grinned a toothy grin. "It's SO much better for me to train an' try to do all da stuff that Master Brutus was trying to teach me. What about you?" The question was added eagerly.

"You can fly? That's cool!" Yotta replied. "I'm sure you probably just need practice and you'll be able to fly just fine!" He gave Jubilee a reassuring smile. "And I know exactly what you mean about people not understanding you! It was like we were speaking a different language or somethin'!" He laughed, amused by the thought of this. "But, like, now I even have to tell Master Brutus what the other, non-changed Pokemon are saying... though, he's pretty good at knowing the gist of what's said." He added the last part as an after thought.

Yotta literally fell back laughing so hard at Jubilee's likening to translating. It was the funniest thing he'd heard in, well, ever. The inhabitants of the Inner Strength Dojo were not ones that joked often, if ever. In fact, he sometimes wondered if some of them even had a sense of humor. After a couple moments of enjoying the phrase, "I have a hat on my feet," including visualizing it a few times (which just caused him to laugh harder), he calmed down and sat back up. "You're funny," he smiled, meaning it very much as a compliment. As if his train of thought went somewhere different entirely a second later, he added, "What would you like to do?"

"Sure!" Yotta replied, all to eager to spar with someone new. "Well, I mean, if you want. Sometimes it can get pretty rough..." He thought for a minute. "Maybe we should just try normal training first. Have you ever punched or kicked anything... um... like a pad?" As he asked crawled over to one of the padded mitts that lay next to the wooden training dummy. He picked it up and showed it to Jubilee. "Like this?" He held it out for her to take and look at. "It's soft, but kinda firm, so it doesn't hurt the person holding it or the person punching... or kicking. Wanna trying that first?"

"Not bad at all!" he grinned genuinely. Moving beside her, he threw a slow punch, "If you want a stronger punch twist here, at the waist." He threw the punch again so she could see what he was talking about. "Oh! An' if ya hit with your first two knuckles, you're less likely ta hurt yourself." He pointed to the knuckles of his index and middle fingers. "An' it looks like ya already know not to close a fist around your thumb... if you hit somethin' like that, you can break your thumb."

"As for your kick, it wasn't bad, but you jumped too soon." He gave a bit of a giggle, "When I first started, I did that a lot!" He stepped back in front of her and took up a readied stance. "Why don'tcha try 'em again?"