legionworld | Jason: Episode 002

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Jason: Episode 002

Who| Jason!
What| Training!
Where| The training gym and the shooting range!
When| Post-Ring Pop Power Hour!
Warnings/Notes| None!

Jason's got a routine. Back home, he'd spend about three hours a day doing exercise and practicing his martial arts, not counting the time he spent on his classes. The rest of the day was either dedicated to school or his friends. Or to actually saving the world.

On Legion World, his schedule ended up changing slightly. While he was sixteen and technically a legal adult, he kept up some education. Not much, only a few classes a day, but he couldn't just give up on school to be a superhero back home and he didn't see why that should change here.

The majority of his day, when he wasn't on monitor duty, was taken up by training. His schedule was fairly regular. Wake up at around six o'clock, make sure that the universe wasn't ending. Shower, brush teeth, eat a huge breakfast, and start working out at seven. Two hours of exercise, including jogging and weightlifting, then an hour of practicing his martial arts, usually alone. Then, a break at ten for another shower, lunch, and three forty-five minute classes. And, of course, the regular Legion training. Then, in the afternoon, another two hours of martial arts practice, followed by an hour of whatever hellish new exercise that Aizawa had put out for him. Then an hour of cooling down, followed by half an hour of Science Police-level training with the blaster pistol he'd gotten from Engineering. After that, dinner followed by whatever struck his fancy. Usually more martial arts, running, or swimming.

Honestly, watching the Earth from space had grown a little boring after the first month or so. And, while the Legion people were friendly enough, he, well. He missed his friends. He didn't know whether time was passing at home or not, or how much trouble they were in without him. It wasn't like Zordon and Alpha could just whip up a new Ranger out of nothing, after all. So, rather than focus on that or, you know, do the healthy thing and discuss it with the therapist, he buried himself in practice. It was fun, mostly, and it kept his mind off of things.

((So. Grab bag! If anyone wants to run into Jason, or have him run into them, in either working out in the gym, running, swimming, shooting at the range, practicing martial arts, or chowing down, feel free.))

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If there was one thing Gwen knew, it was to avoid the healthier coping mechanisms of life and adulthood and to just throw herself into Legionwork. It took that whole mess with the lanterns and the rings to finally get her to... talk about her problems, of which she had many. Talking was fine, though. It was good headway into actually being an adult. Instead of just pushing her issues aside to distract herself with whatever.

Most likely playing the drums, or just seeing what else needed doing around Legion World.

Exercise was good, too. Though she didn't really... have much in the way of a routine. Weightlifting always caught her attention, though. Just because of the way it looked. And hey, there was Jason at it!

"So uh, how many of those have you done so far today?"

Jason had the opposite perspective. Then again, when you get down to it, he was a meathead from the early 90s. Guys just didn't talk to therapists about their problems. He just played everything off like it was cool to the shrink and focused on venting everything in his exercise.

He wasn't exactly expecting company, or at least talkative company, during today's workout, but Jason's not gonna complain. Especially not with Gwen. She was cool. He blinked and looked up at her with a lopsided grin. "Oh! Hey. Uh." He'd wave, but. Well. Hands a little full. "For the whole day? Uh. Honestly, I'm not real sure. Probably sixty-something? I've cycled around a few times." Nowhere near his record, but if he had to do that again... Well. That wasn't going to be something he did casually.

"Woah." Someone had been at this for a while. Or... was it actually a while? How long did a single one take? He seemed to be pretty much a pro at this. Or just really good, especially with how he was making it sound.

"And you don't even look like you're done yet."

If it seemed like he was a pro, it's probably because of his exercise schedule at home. Jason's the kind of guy who wakes up at four in the morning to go for a run.

He slowly lowered, then raised the bar again. There. One.

"I've got about two more hours of exercise before I usually quit." It's practically an off-hand mention. Not a hint for her to push off at all. "My power's not really good in a fight and I work out a lot at home, so I figured that I should just focus on this while I was here. You know?" He does another rep, just as slowly. He's been sweating buckets, but Jason's not straining with the weight at all. "The thing you do is just, y'know. Lots of reps at a low weight. Unless you're looking to bulk up." Which, well. He's done plenty of that, too. "But being big isn't any good if you don't have any power behind it."

Two more hours, he said. Yeah okay, sure. Jason was sweating up a storm but he didn't seem really tired at all. It actually looked like he was serious about going for those two extra hours.

"Yeah, I... Don't really know too much about that stuff, you know?" Before signing up with the Legion, Gwen was pretty much self-taught.

"I kind of just showed myself everything I know with movies. Lots and lots of martial arts movies."

And she wasn't ashamed to admit it.

"You had the same powers back home, right?" He did another rep, then settled the weights back onto the rack and sat up. He wiped at his face with a nearby towel and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

An involved conversation and working out wasn't really in his repertoire.

"Like, super strength and all that? It fits the whole Spider-theme, I guess." He shrugged. "Kinda makes sense that you wouldn't need to work out a lot if you already had powers."

And, really, who hadn't picked up at least one cool-looking move from a martial arts flick? "I taught a martial arts class back home. I thought about doing it here, but with Val around it seems kind of unnecessary."

"Yeah, most of what I had survived the trip into this universe. Not too much change there." Well that wasn't entirely true. "Except, uh... I had this other power. Like, an extra sense. We all call it the spider-sense and it pretty much would go off in our head whenever something bad was about to happen."

It sounded a lot cooler than she was explaining it to be.

"God, I miss that."

"I could see how a spider-sense could come in handy." He could make a killing in tournaments with stuff like that. Not that it would be fair to compete anymore.

He chuckled to himself and sideyed Gwen. "So, 'we' huh? Is there a group of Spider People out there singing off-brand Village People tunes or something?" On the web line, you can help your fellow bug!

"God, no. And I hope to never hear something as horrifying like that ever again." If only she could selectively erase that part of memory, because that was a mental image she just did not need, like, ever.

"But yeah, there's... a lot of us. I'm definitely not the only Spider-Woman out in the multiverse. But I'll let you know right now that out of all of us? My costume is definitely the coolest and most amazing."

Then again, knowing the Legion, such an amazing, mindblowing mental image would one day save the universe. "What's not to like about the Village People?"

"You definitely beat Spidertron." Not that any of Rita's monsters were 'cool' or 'amazing'. Except the Dragonzord. He's still shaky on that whole thing. "...Not that Spidertron was a person."

Okay, now that Jason had mentioned this, Gwen absolutely needed to know. "You just gotta tell me now. What the hell is Spidertron?"

Was it a robot? It definitely sounded like a robot.

This is not focusing on their very important Village People conversation, but Jason will let it slide for now.

"Uh. Well, my friends and I were doing a petition to save a statue that was supposed to magically repel insects." He shrugged. It was Trini's thing. You didn't question Trini's things sometimes. "I don't know how effective it was, put it caught Rita's interest," had he even told her about that before? He couldn't remember, but it wasn't that important right now. "...So she sent an evil spider monster down to destroy the Power Rangers and take over the world."

Funny how often she made a monster to fit their current lives.

"It was just this big, eight foot tall spider that walked on two legs. Not really cool at all." Unless you had a thing for spiders. Maybe Gwen did, he didn't know. "The Rangers killed it, though."

Gwen sort of just listened, as she tried to make sense of what Jason was telling her. There was so much about this that didn't really add up to her.

Why?!

Why did this Rita person think that sending down an evil spider monster would let her take over the world?

"So all it did was... be big? Was that it?" Really trying to see the threat, here.

"Have you ever seen an eight foot tall spider? It's scary!" Not that he was afraid of spiders or anything. That was all Zack. But still, Jason's on the tips of his toes, stretching his arm up to illustrate.

He paused, then coughed a bit, regaining his normal footing. "Yeah, uh. Forgot to mention. Rita's got this thing where she can make her monsters, like. A hundred and fifty feet tall when she wants." It kinda sucked sometimes. But hopefully that made Spidertron seem a bit more threatening, because all he's getting from Gwen right now is an overwhelming sense that she thinks the whole thing is lame.

And he would be right in that she does think it's kind of lame. Though the part about the monsters being huge made it seem less lame. "Woah, really? Must've made a real mess all over the place if they could just be really big like that."

See? Giant monsters. Totally not lame. "Yeah, things can get messy with them around. I'm not sure how she'd take over the world if she didn't have those things, though." I mean, they could just nuke her monsters. Well, the monsters that couldn't catch the nukes. Or eat them. Or throw them back. Or... Well, honestly, it's getting a tad scary to think about, so he's going to cut that train of thought off at the pass.

"So besides really big uh, spider robots, what other kind of monsters did you see?" Gwen was curious now, and she was hoping for something a little more neat than... a spider robot.

Like any other kind of robot, really

"Well. There was this giant pig. It wore one of those Roman brush helmets and ate all of the food at our school's culture festival. And then the giant frog." He paused. "It was just a giant frog. It ate people, though." He paused, remembering it. Talk about low moments in his career. He wasn't exactly afraid of frogs, but he felt a little sorrier for the flies now. "...They got better."

Yeah. It's one of those worlds.

Kozmotis was a military man, and had been for longer than multiple human lifetimes--so a life of leisure was beyond his ability to maintain. He had to be doing something with his time.

As they were expected to defeat their enemies without killing them--noble, but not something the general had ever particularly tried to do--he took up quite a bit of time training in hand-to-hand combat, refining techniques he almost never got the opportunity to use. It had been decades since one of his enemies had managed to disarm him, after all.

Unwittingly, he was also following Jason's routine for avoiding his emotions--or, really, continuing down the same path he'd put his feet to well before he found himself here, keeping his mind busy and body tired so that when he slept at night, he didn't dream.

The pool was one place he hadn't investigated yet, because for all his many and varied skills learned over a long lifetime, Kozmotis couldn't swim. But the chlorinated smell of the pool water was something new, and after a few weeks of excruciatingly exact routine, he deviates to investigate it.

He only hears the soft splashing of someone actually using the pool once he's already in the room.

To be perfectly frank, while Jason had always heard about how amazing swimming is supposed to be for exercise, he'd always been one of those guys who believes that if you aren't drenched in sweat, you're not really working out hard enough. Unfortunately, the pool kind of washes away all the sweat. As a result, he really only hops into a pool for either fun or an extended cooldown.

For all the advances in technology the future made, swimming pools seemed to stay the same. There were probably some wild and crazy ones out there, but the default configuration in the Legion's training areas was an Olympic-sized pool. One that Jason had all to himself, until just now.

As it was, Jason was slowing down. He'd done ten laps and was slowly moving from exercise to simply fooling about in the pool, paddling and splashing about more than actually working. It took him a moment to realize that he had an audience of one now, even if he didn't recognize the guy. Then again, he'd been on Legion World for months and still hadn't met all the staff. Oh, well. He raised a hand in greeting, stopping to tread water. "Hey. How's it going?"

Friendly enough, at least."

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