legionworld | Action

Who| Fareeha Amari (~12 years)
What| Friendship!
Where| Training room, Observation Deck, Mess Hall
When| Throughout her time effected by the Time Ripples
Warnings/Notes| n/a

This is the longest Fareeha has been on her own. No parent chaperoning her, no guarded escorts, no visits with her extended Overwatch family like Reinhardt or Jack. Gabriel was at least here, so that was good, and she has made friends with some of the other Legionnaires, but without guidance and a set routine she's gotten restless.

So, she's made her own routine.

It includes mature things that she thinks would make her mother happy; healthy foods, time spent training, reading through the news or any books she could find. At the end of the day, though, she's still a kid, so there are times you can find her on the observation deck with a piece of cake and a litany of colorful threads spread out as she spends her time deftly making friendship bracelets. It's a fun hobby, and leaves her with something to gift the people who have been nice and helpful to her, but it's also a distraction so she's not constantly thinking about how much she misses home.

If you've spoken to her once or twice (and weren't mean) there's probably a bracelet in there for you.

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After several moments, he starts to realize that, young or not, she is absolutely taking what she's doing seriously, methodically working her way through the movements with the intention of someone putting down muscle-memory they want to rely on for years. Even coming from a background that's more sports than combat, he can recognize that much.

He waits until it seems like there's a break in the flow to stroll up, lifting a hand in greeting. "Hey, that looks pretty cool. What are you practicing?"

There is a break, because she needs to drink some water and nibble on a little snack. She looks over at him as she drinks from a water bottle, and then wipes her arm across her mouth.

She tells him specifically what school she's practicing, which canon isn't very specific about.

"Do you do any martial arts?"

"None." He leans back against an upright punching bag, a motion that slouches him closer to her height without the hands-on-knees bend or anything similarly awkward. "It looks like you've got one up on me in this whole superhero thing."

She laughs, "I don't know; I haven't figured out my powers yet. Do you know what yours are?"

She sets her water down and thinks for a moment, "I could teach you some basic forms, if you want." It's not much, but it's one way she can help others.

"One of them, but it's more on the defensive side." Which is great for not getting beaten up while he's learning the ropes, but they're probably not exactly here to be pacifists.

"That sounds like it could help." He grins, straightening up. Why the heck not - it's training, right? "As long as I'm not taking up all your gym time."

"No, I'd be happy to stay a little longer." She smiles up at him, and then gives a little shrug, "It's not like I'm going to be late for class or anything."

"Seriously? There's no school here?" He shoots her an incredulous look, bending over to tug off his shoes and socks before joining her on the mat.

She shrugs, "No one's told me otherwise."

So, she absolutely could be missing class right now and wouldn't even know it.

"Good enough for me." He steps up alongside her, facing the same direction and bouncing on the balls of his feet a few times for emphasis. "Okay. Teach me how to beat someone up."

Fareeha crosses her arms and shakes her head.

"Nope. This is for self-defense, not for bullying."

She figures he's not being serious but best not to have any misconceptions.

That takes the bounce right out of him, about as neatly as tapping a dog on the nose, and he gives the same uncertain blink before smiling again, this time a little sheepishly.

"Okay then, I guess that's my lesson one. Got it."

His answer seems to satisfy her, and she goes into a basic stance.

"My mother is in a peace-keeping organization. We try to make the world a better place."

All right, this part he knows enough to follow along, double-checking that his feet are in the same position as hers. "Awesome. I'm guessing you're going to join too, once you're older?"

"Absolutely!" So much hope and pride in her expression; this is everything her little twelve-year-old-heart desires.

In fact it's anything her __-year-old-heart desires.

~~Spoiler alert; dreams get crushed later on in life~~

She looks at his stance, and nods, "Good, now try this;" and shows him a basic punch. It's a little intimidating to be teaching someone else, but of course that's one of the best ways to figure out whether or not you've really learned something, isn't it?

Punching? He's got this, and throws a punch at the empty air, pretty sure that 'thumb outside the fingers' is the main part of getting it right.

If he were his aged-up self, it would be a pretty embarrassing show - guard down, all swing from the shoulders and careless elbows, cocky with years of being one of the taller, stronger kids in any age-grouped crowd who usually has backup not far off. But at 17, he's pretty sure punching isn't more complicated than that.

She can't help it; she sucks in a breath like she just stepped on something sharp. His hap-hazard punch hurt just from watching it. She stands again and frowns slightly, trying to think about a polite way she could frame this.

"Well that's all wrong."

Okay how about honest instead of polite? She does look a little sheepish, though. "Watch me again?"

She resets her stance and does a slow-motion version of the punch, then looks over at him to see if he got it.

And also to make sure she's not offending him, although yeah that was ... something else.

He's not really offended, so much as confused. She punched, then he punched. Basic, right? He watches what she does, and tries looking closer this time, seeing what she does and squaring up for another try. It's tighter and more guarded, but still not great, force all from the shoulders and arms. But he at least gets the sense this time that there's another movement he's missing, and he frowns, trying to figure out what it is. "You're still doing it differently, aren't you."

"Yeah, but that was better! Watch me again;"

She slows her movements, quietly reminding herself all the cues and positions her mother had dripped into her. Feet placement, weight distribution, core, energy, everything is optimized to ensure the greatest output from the smallest input; efficient. She looks at him and smiles, waiting to see if he wanted her to go through it again.

Watching her really slow it down again, what she's doing finally clicks, and Gabriel brightens as he things he figures it out.

"Oh-! Yeah, okay, so you're kind of . . ." Winding up into it, he thinks, and he choreographs the punch more in the next effort, but the blow itself whips out fast, driven from hips and and core and- yeah, it feels like a harder punch, definitely.

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