Who: Wild Child and Wind Dancer What: He can fly, he can fly! When: Saturday afternoon Where: Training area, Omega Base Training was one of Kyle's favorite pass times. He was always restless, and training gave him both relief and a sense of accomplishment. He was an interesting spectacle, his healing factor allowed him to work out almost endlessly, and his habit of bouncing around and off objects certainly made him stand out.
Shirtless and grinning, Gibs huffed as he rebounded off the wall, rolled himself into a ball and came up in a crouch. He rumbled low in his chest, a pleased sound as he rolled his shoulders, listening to them pop. He was finding himself more and more at home with the Brotherhood, people treated him well enough and he had become accustomed to all the unique scents the place had. New places could be rather overwhelming with all their scents, so it was nice to be familiar and comfortable with them.
He was scanning for something interesting to distract himself with when he caught a familiar scent. Fia, a teammate. He was all grins as he turned and went bounding back towards the origin of the scent. It was all playful, but those big, sharp teeth could be anything but comforting. Long limbs threw him high into the air, he went dropping back towards the ground, arcing towards Fia with big hands extended. Tackling and rolling was super fun for everyone, wasn't it?