[It's not that her people are unfamiliar with weights and gym equipment, but they tend to go about making and securing their own devices. Without electricity, they can't very well repurpose anything like that. But they have managed, as any culture might when they are both largely warriors and largely brought up to fight.
When Lexa enters the gym, she is surprised about the range of equipment, and only toils around anything that involves buttons or a screen for a short time before setting out for the weights, for anything that involves hanging or climbing, or anything in-between. Her actions are swift, methodical, but very, very human—just a very well-trained one.
When she notices someone watching her, she turns toward them, no longer resonating with the uneasy contempt from her initial arrival.]
Would you like to work together?
[She has a goal, a single-minded purpose behind being here. She knows that she can't come to terms with it on her own.]
training hall
[Her initial movements are like the ones she took in the gym: solo, independent, and without any intention of drawing someone else in. Her choice of weapons tends toward swords and pikes, though she's no stranger to many of them (or some form of them). What does surprise her is the nature of the weapons. Though they are appropriately weighted, her people don't tend toward practice weapons of the same kind. It doesn't prepare you for battle. But she keeps her thoughts to herself. She can trust, at least, that no one will use this opportunity to take her life.
Then again, a well-handled practice weapon could do the same type of harm if she struck the right area. She can think of several.
When she finishes her independent study, she takes up two swords and sits near the edge of the room near the entrance, legs crossed and mind calm. The moment someone joins her, she lifts her head up and takes up one of the practice swords, offering it out.] Shall we?
[For her, this comes with a level of expectation. It resonates around her. Of course, she also wants to see what shape the other Hosts are in. That's a point of concern, as well.]
wildcard
[Lexa will be hitting everything—in the locker room, someone may catch a glimpse of her tattoos, or in the range, they'll see (and feel) her extreme willingness to avoid any and all guns (or gun-like things). Basically, I'm open to whatever, and to her training people or chastising their abilities.]
no subject
[It's not that her people are unfamiliar with weights and gym equipment, but they tend to go about making and securing their own devices. Without electricity, they can't very well repurpose anything like that. But they have managed, as any culture might when they are both largely warriors and largely brought up to fight.
When Lexa enters the gym, she is surprised about the range of equipment, and only toils around anything that involves buttons or a screen for a short time before setting out for the weights, for anything that involves hanging or climbing, or anything in-between. Her actions are swift, methodical, but very, very human—just a very well-trained one.
When she notices someone watching her, she turns toward them, no longer resonating with the uneasy contempt from her initial arrival.]
Would you like to work together?
[She has a goal, a single-minded purpose behind being here. She knows that she can't come to terms with it on her own.]
training hall
[Her initial movements are like the ones she took in the gym: solo, independent, and without any intention of drawing someone else in. Her choice of weapons tends toward swords and pikes, though she's no stranger to many of them (or some form of them). What does surprise her is the nature of the weapons. Though they are appropriately weighted, her people don't tend toward practice weapons of the same kind. It doesn't prepare you for battle. But she keeps her thoughts to herself. She can trust, at least, that no one will use this opportunity to take her life.
Then again, a well-handled practice weapon could do the same type of harm if she struck the right area. She can think of several.
When she finishes her independent study, she takes up two swords and sits near the edge of the room near the entrance, legs crossed and mind calm. The moment someone joins her, she lifts her head up and takes up one of the practice swords, offering it out.] Shall we?
[For her, this comes with a level of expectation. It resonates around her. Of course, she also wants to see what shape the other Hosts are in. That's a point of concern, as well.]
wildcard
[Lexa will be hitting everything—in the locker room, someone may catch a glimpse of her tattoos, or in the range, they'll see (and feel) her extreme willingness to avoid any and all guns (or gun-like things). Basically, I'm open to whatever, and to her training people or chastising their abilities.]