America Chavez is the medic to the multiverse! (multiversemedic) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-03-23 11:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | miss america, sister grimm |
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Characters: America Chavez & Nico Minoru
Location: Training spot.
Timeline: March 23rd, 2016
Description: Training? Training. FISTACUFFS!
Rating: PG-13 (For America's mouth.)
It was important that the Runaways all knew how to handle themselves with their powers, trinkets, and through physical altercations if the need arose. America had no doubt that they'd all survived enough bullshit in their lives to have a good handle on what they could and couldn't do but... Well, knowing they were well taken care of, and had all possible avenues of training, knowledge and skills available to them was important. Just because Nico could blast through a billion things with magic and the Staff of One seemed to always allow her to have a trick up her sleeve it didn't mean that Nico would always be safe... What if someone got the staff away from her? How would she defend herself then? Surely Karolina could blast things away until Nico could recover, Gert could sick Old Lace on any threat, Molly could pound things into the ground, and so forth, but... None of them were exactly on the same team... Were they? That was.... Concerning.... The more America thought about it. Maybe they should try to get on the same team at some point. Just to make sure they could watch each other's backs or... At least maybe America should get on their teams. Make sure they were all looked out for. Either way, today was a step in the appropriate direction to assuring Nico's safety if the worst ever arose out of the blue. The witch had agreed to some martial combat training, and America was far from one to object to such a thing. Hell, the bruiser liked punching things, and if she knew that she could pass on even just a fraction of that knowledge, that ability to Nico than maybe, just maybe, she could feel a little better about the safety of those around her in the end. An easy warm up had been done. A few stretches and a light jog later the tank was all ready to go and simply was waiting to assure Nico would be as pulled together for this as she was going to get as well. Rolling her shoulders, and popping her knuckles America's gaze locked on the other woman. This seemed oddly familiar, like something she'd done a million times before because... She had.... Just.... Not in this universe... Not with this Nico. Fuck. She really needed to stop thinking about this shit... And the best way to do that? Punching. "Ready?" |