Jul 26 08:59:05 109 PA - Not So Much Sparring as Discussing

From Chronicles

Jul 26 08:59:05 109 PA.

HARRY'S GYM - SPARRING ROOM

Pavel enters the gym at an early hour, though for him it's a late morning hour. He hasn't changed into anything unusual, and clearly it's only a daily due having been paid. Having passed right through the completely ineffectual workout equipment, his big legs take him into the sparring room. He looks up to the ring itself, then around the room to check on the current population. With arms crossed loosely over his chest, he may just give the appearance of a man looking for something different to do.

While Sage has the look of someone that's come to workout given her attire, she's over by the board to reserve the sparring ring for a particular time slot as a precaution. She scribbles in her time slot, before she turns to regard the rest of the place with a thoughtful look.

Recognizing a friend, Pavel makes his way over to the board. He can't read the letters, but he can read the numbers. "Taheem fohr vohrkout? Ees good fohr see Sehge, noht see syence vehdeeng. Laheefe hahpy vees Roobeedeyah?" A nod is given to the ring. "Mehbe fohr excehrcayese? Geeve smahl faheete vees Pavel?"

Sage can't help but notice Pavel when he comes over, before glancing briefly to the sign-up. "I'm reserving a time slot for Tek's boxing sparring to see how much he's learned." She replies, before offering a faint look of amusement. "I wasn't sure how hard it'd be when I saw him the first time." She muses, before smiling. "Well, I'm looking forward to when we can have a real honeymoon... but we've been doing well after the wedding." She assures, before raising a brow faintly at the man's question. She can't help but look the big man over. "Um, no offense Pavel... but from what I know of you, I'm pretty sure things could get messy trying to fight you... unless I cheat some." She replies.

Pavel grins. "Da, da. Vyehry harhd, noht hoort bahd. Good heer Sehge, Roobeedeyah hahppy. Hohneemoon? Fohr clohse? Good!" He winks rather knowingly. "Hov ees cheet? Sehge has mahgeec laheeke hehr vaheefe?"

Sage nods faintly, before giving a faintly amused look to the man's wink. "I have ways to protect myself..." She replies, "But, I'm not a mage." She adds, "I'm more of the psychic sort." She supplies to forestall any question with regards to that.

"Oh. Vyehry spehceeyah too. Pavel noht so smahrt ahs szees," he winks. "Could mehke syehlf mohr sehf fohr prahcteece? Laheeke vhaht do veesz Tehk? Hav mohr to seh, szaht has found Sehge. Ehn reeng?" He makes a few steps toward the elevated arena, looking hopeful that something could me magically done - metaphorically speaking.

"I'm not saying that I'd let you go full out on me, though." Sage replies, simply watching the man move closer to the ring portion of the place. "Why would you want to spar me, anyway?" She asks with a raised brow, "I imagine there's a less squishy sort around to pummel on." She points out, glancing around the place as if looking for a likely candidate.

Pavel shrugs and nearly blushes a little. "Noht knov vhaht Sehge cahn do. Need to knov, fohr ahsk hyehlp. Ahlso? Fohr foon. Hav mahny smahl freyhnds, noht mahny beeg freyhngds. Only taheem fohr szees prahcteece? Nehveyhr." He looks around, perhaps seeking out another partner himself, or simply looking to see if his conversation partner sees something that he doesn't.

"There have been big people around that would likely give you a good tussle." Sage comments, "Of course, one or more aren't exactly around anymore." She replies, before pursing her lips. "The guys over by the reinforced gear could probably give you a go." She comments, pointing over towards the equipment that the more enhanced people work on. "But, this arena..." She gestures towards the ring as she wanders over a little, "Would likely only be able to tell you about certain kinds of 'help'." She adds.

Pavel shrugs again, somewhat sadly. "Noht seheeng cohrehct vohrds, mehbe. Noht ehxcplehn. Boot, cahn be oszehr mahttehr." As Sage doesn't seem interested in a little sparring, and by his eye even the enhanced guy doesn't look up to it, he turns back to the woman. "Cahn go oszehr plaheece. Boot shohrt tahlk, eef need. Vhahnt ahsk Sehge eef hahv taheeme hyehlp Pavel tehke szeengs to Lehramy. Mehbe tvo dehs, gyeht sohm peh fohr taheem."

"Well, let's see what kind of punch you are able to do before we seriously consider this sparring thing." Sage replies, "I might be able to protect myself reasonably well, but my protection isn't indefinite." She adds, before considering the man. "I've taken things to Laramy in the past... but I'm not sure how much things have changed since then."

"Lehramy? Good fohr Pavel. Mahny peepohl need tools, ees ryehgyoolahr szeeng, evehry monsz. Szees monsz, peepohl hah trohbyehl cohm to gyeht." He yanks a thumb in the general direction of his own home. "Hohrse ahnd vhahgohn haheeyehred, four. Need tvo ohr zsree peepohl hyehlp cohm visz, mehke shoor sehf." His eyes then dance around the room wondering, "Vyehr cahn trahee poonch?"

Sage purses her lips before nodding faintly, "They do seem to be short on a number of things." She replies before considering the man, "I do wonder whether you'd be accepted by whatever Coalition presence is there, though." She notes, "But, I don't exactly know alot about you in some areas." She admits, before letting her gaze shift to be able to view aura to see if it has any indication of the man's potential abilities. Before she gestures over towards the ridiculously reinforced bags that no normal person would be able to do much to.

Pavel nods. "Oh, ees sehf fohr nov. Mohst peepohl hav mooved bahk to Vhykeen, veesz vohr aht Tohlkeen. Coahleetion noht beeg prohblehm." He looks at the metal 'bags' and asks a rhetorical, "Poonch heer?" Without waiting for confirmation, he loads up and fires off two punches. One more a regular punch, the second something obviously lining up his body for a larger hit.

Sage hms and nods to the man's comment about the Coalition. "Yeah, I wasn't sure how that effected Laramy." She replies before turning her attention to the man's punching of the bag. She blinks a little at the result, "Well, that's good to know." She replies.

Pavel shrugs at the bag a little. "Eh. Noht byehst heet. Ohnly soh-soh. Cahn Sehge mehbe hyehlp cohm veesz vahgohns? Hav mahn nehm Seeszeek vahnt hyehlp. Rasputin vahnt hyehlp, eef cahn. Szeenk ohnly vahn mohr pehrsohn veesz Pavel, be eenouhg." A nod is given to the metal bag. "Sehge cahn heet?"

"I imagine as long as the timing works, I should be able to help with them." Sage replies, before nodding to the comment of the other people that want to help. Then she glances towards the metal bag, before shaking her head. "I'm not going to mash my hand against that without protection." She replies, "And, I can guarantee I won't be making a dent."

The smith smiles widely and does actually blush this time. "Good faszehr, strohng mohszher... Pavel stahrt vyehyr smahl, gyeht beegahr. Svarog szehn mehke spehceeahl strohng. Sohmtaheemes hahrd, jess. Cahn hoohrt vhehn noht trahee." Pavel leans his head slightly to ask, "Sehge cahn heet nohrmal closz bahg?" He nods toward one such piece of exercise equipment. "See hov mooch hoohrt?"

Sage nods, "I'll keep you in mind if I have to pummel something really good." She replies with a little humour in her tone, before smiling faintly and shaking her head a little in her amusement. She grabs a part of basic training gloves on the way. "I could punch one if you'd like." She replies, slipping the gloves on as she walks. "I'm probably not the best at up-close combat, though. As I hinted earlier, I like to cheat when I can... but I'd rather not demonstrate here."

Pavel nods, not pressing about cheating or any other abilities. "Vhy Sehge heer, eef noht fohr joos rheeng?" he asks, pointed with his jaw toward the raised sparring platform. With eyes glancing up to the hanging cloth bag, he mouths quietly - then asks singularly, "Glohves?"

"I told you I was reserving the ring for the lesson with Tek." Sage reminds the man, "And, I don't consider it a good idea to fight someone that could likely grind me into a smudge without really meaning to." She adds, before poking Pavel. "And, we aren't all as rough and tumble as you, Pavel." She points out to the question about the gloves. Then she adopts a more suitable stance to attack the bag. Instead of just going for raw power, she goes through a simple combo with jabs setting up a nice cross.

Chuckling, Pavel bobs his head in acceptance of the woman's words. "Da. Pavel ohnly seempohl, behng hammehrs ahl deh. Noht so smahrt, ohnly good fohr stoopeed vohrk." He sticks his tongue out, softening the blow. "Mehbe Sehge seh vhaht ees spehceeahl. Boot noht nov, Pavel leeve, geeve rhoohm, veht fohr Tehk. Sehnk joo, Sehge. Veel tyehl byetehr taheeme vheh hav." That said, he gets ready to depart - and will, if nothing stops him.