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School was just around the corner for Gwendolyn Caspian, but she had so much work to do before then! Once classes had started, her free time would be absorbed and the devoured by schoolwork and reports, and her nightly patrols would be even more dangerous, now that she had gained a new strength, and the boost of confidence as well as a growing list of enemies within the Negaverse with each passing day. Gwen knew that she needed to improve what skills she had to use against the forces of Chaos, and if she was going to better herself, then she had to sacrifice her hobbies and get serious about her training.

This courtesy did not just stick with her Senshi identity, but her civilian one as well, as Gwen waited patiently outside the gym where she agreed to meet up with Jett Draven. Here, she would learn the ways of boxing, and perhaps learn more about this mysterious event that Jett had mentioned the last time with the Surrounding. Both of which would have been extremely useful for Super Sailor Tsui, as well as Gwen herself.

"Assuming he remembers to show..." Gwen thought to herself, unable to keep still and looking up and down the street from where she stood, hoping to see him approaching. She was eager for training and to see a friendly face; she was already getting weird looks from passerbys as it was. "Annnnny minute now."

The moment she heard his voice, all of the annoyance and anger from her own impatient nature had dissipated, instead replaced by her natural enthusiasm that was barely contained in a smile. She lied. "No, I just arrived early! Guess I was a little too eager and decided to get here early; besides, first time here, so I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to get lost."

She grabbed the gymbag that was laying at her feet and she unzipped the bag, throwing her cellphone into it. That last thing she wanted to be was interrupted again, and if Maddy found out that she was at a gym, with a handsome young man, and learning to box, she'd likely storm over and rain hell upon both of them. As far as Maddy was concerned, she was meeting with a 'study group'.

Tsui had brought enough cash with her this time around, having to sacrifice a few video games and art pads gave her a bit more spending money than she normally would have. The senshi part of her life was beginning to consume her other hobbies, and Gwen was sure that it would annoy her in the future, but for now, for someone who had finally reached a super rank, she had no choice but to improve herself. No pain, no gain.

"So, I don't have any gloves and I wasn't sure if I needed to go get some. Can I still box without them or can I rent a pair here?"

"Thanks... I'll work on saving up for my own pair if you have any suggestions on where's the best place to get them. I may end up liking the sport later, so you never know," Gwen said, allowing for her relief to be seen with a wide smile. She honestly meant that as well; her life as a Senshi and her renewed fight against the forces of Chaos made it more of a necessity to find more ways to defend herself and others, and in truth, the thought of getting to legally punch someone else in the face was always a plus. She never thought that she was so violent, but perhaps with the awakening as a Senshi and the recent endeavors have awakened that primal will to fight within her. Not like she was walking up to innocent civilians and decking them, right?

She followed him, like a duckling to the momma duck, and she couldn't help but laugh at his question. "Oh, many things. None of which you'd believe, but pretty crazy nonetheless. The least exciting of all of that is that my mom's pregnant. With his child. But that's cool, because I always wanted a baby brother or sister!"

Yes, her mother expecting was definitely the least exciting part of her life, but still deserved to be mentioned. In fact, Gwen had been dying to talk to someone, anyone about it since she found out, and who better to tell than the guy who was more or less there when she got the call? She wasn't sure if he'd be excited, or even care, but she HAD to get it off her chest, preferably before she accidentally punched Jett too hard from holding it in. "Besides that, school's coming up, which means more bullies and other miscreants to deal with. They won't know what hit them, though..."

"If I could, I'd tell you everything, but a lot of it is a little hush-hush, if you know what I mean..." Gwen had wanted to do nothing more than spill the beans and tell Jett everything. After all, he was the one that mentioned the strange story about a place called the Surrounding, a place that she had heard only from other Senshi at the meeting. Perhaps he was a Senshi himself? She had already exposed her Senshi identity to others, but now was not the time, nor the place. And so, reluctantly, she had to leave it at that. Besides, if she told him that he was off fighting Negaverse and their youma on her own, he'd likely think her crazy, reckless, foolish.

Not that it was far from the truth.

"We can just leave it at they were rather life-changing events," Gwen said, rather pleased with herself for having survived them so that they could be life altering. She shown no restraint in responding to his request, holding out her right hand, her favorite hand, without hesitation, allowing him to she the cut and bruised knuckles from her recent endeavors, and her mind immediately jumped back onto a topic that he had mentioned in their last visit. "So, about that story you were telling about the kids that went missing. I didn't get the chance to ask around too much and my sister wouldn't tell me anything, said it'd give me nightmares or something. Mind filling me in later?"

'Please, with the things I've recently encountered, the crazy people in Sailor suits and uniforms, and the youma that have tried to kill me, I doubt I can be the one to call you crazy, Jett,' Gwen thought to herself with a rather lopsided smile, having absolutely no idea exactly who it was that she was taking lessons from, or whom she was finding herself crushing over again. Stupid, typical teenage hormones! He was accounted for, but still, there was no harm in silent adoration, right? At least until she found someone for herself...

At his motion she held out her other hand, the one with more bruises and perhaps even a strain from her recent ordeals, and she was prepared to bite back any pain of discomfort that would come with it. In response to his question, she gave a shrug and glanced at the punching bag, a pathetic attempt to hide how she was trying to come up with a half truth. "Some guy really pissed me off one night, so I punched him. Twice, I think. Then there were his friends, and... yeah. I don't like being lied to... and I was really angry. The second punch may have been too much, though."

Given her recent track record and the people's, the STRONG people, she's picked fights with, Gwen had long since accepted that she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, and while she knew that she should be playing a little smarter, she didn't really want to slow down, or not be prepared for another ambush or event like that. She would not be caught with her britches down again, and to do so, she needed all the help she could get.

"They should, but then I guess they fear their children will start being like those kids in the Hunger Game and will become monsters, or something," Gwen said, rather liking the idea of self defense lessons in class, though it gave the girl an outlet, so of course she'd like it. She flexed her fingers, trying to get use to the wraps, before putting on the gloves, and she really wished that she could just drop her defenses and tell Jett about just how close to home he was hitting with his statements. "But that's okay. That's why there are wise and strong gentlemen like yourself here in Destiny City, to help us out. I'm sure with your training, the crime rate against women would go down substantially!"

'Or in the very least, give me an edge in a fight, hehe.' Gwen thought, giving a few mocking jabs in the air but her form was off, too stiff and rigid, but she had no idea. "I don't really have a fighting style. Just some gymnastic tricks, and school yard brawlin' experience. If you want to know how to do a back flip or somersault, I'm your girl."

Gwen had taken no offense to neither his disinterest in The Hunger Games or the offer to learn a few gymnastic tricks, as she wasn't that big of a fan of the book series or even the movie, and in truth, some people weren't cut out for the backflips and somersaults. No, Jett seemed more like a straight forward kind of guy in Gwen's mind; things like backflips and cartwheels in combat were more flashy, meant for showing off or just throwing the opponent off guard or even dodging a blow (with some finesse).

"Yep, stretched so much that you'd think I was Ms. Stretch Armstrong. Trust me, the last thing I want to do is injure myself again," Gwen said, instinctively stretching out her shoulders and arms and unable to hold in her excitement. She was ready to get this training session underway, and it was obvious in the way she bounced from one foot to the other, her white bangs and hair flopping around like ribbons and an eager grin on her face. "Alright! Are we ready to start? Because I'm ready! I'm so ready!"

Sure, she felt that she was acting too excited, too energetic, but she was just so eager...

Finally, they were getting somewhere, and Gwen did nothing to hide the excitement from her form, in the way that her eyes lit up and her fingers flexed from under the gloves (one couldn't see them but they could see the gloves twitchy ever so slightly), and when he had talked about bracing, Gwen had mimicked the stance to the best of her ability. She felt like she had a good understanding of bracing oneself, considering how often she got into a fight, but Gwen, or rather, Tsui, was more of a dodger, than a bracer. And Gwen, never knowing when to keep her mouth shut, asked, "Dodging is okay, though, right? I mean, when you're my size, wouldn't dodging be better than bracing, or is that part of bracing as well?"

She flashed a proud smile when he mentioned fancy footwork and gymnastics, but she was too eager to learn to boast about her nimbleness and (to her) superior balancing skills. She watched, and then mimicked as best as she could, each type of punch, hitting nothing but air but in her imagination, putting a youma in front of her and trying to imagine its reaction to her punches. The uppercut was especially her favorite, as she could picture a youma or a DMS taking it straight to the jaw and flipping backwards. Her imagination often got the better of her, but she still managed to keep her attention on Jett. "I think I got it. Jab-cross-hook and the uppercut, right? Yeah, I got this!"

Confidence was Gwen's greatest strength and perhaps her hubris as well, and she grabbed the punching bag with her good hand and steadied it. She gave a wave of her hand, motioning for Jett to step aside so that she could give the four punches a try, and she asked before she dove into the task. "How much strength should I use? All of it, or just some?"