6214/Punching bags in spaaaace

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Punching bags in spaaaace
Date of Scene: 18 January 2019
Location: MacKenzie King Station
Synopsis: A brief trading of notes on Mackenzie King's gym.
Cast of Characters: Yin, Supergirl, Darkhawk




Yin has posed:
The gymnasium on Mackenzie King is equipped far better than most, with all the neat toys that are hard to access on Earth. It also has the property of not actually being on Earth, which can have its advantages.

Yin is here, in bodysuit with her usual black face mask with the yinyang patch over her eye, slamming a punching target around and recording impact data on the computer nearby. The strikes look like deep, casual shoves, but the target is taking quite the beating.

Supergirl has posed:
Having finished her duty on another station, Supergirl head headed over to Mackenzie King for a bit to see what was going on with the team. Not Alpha Flight. She still wasn't a member of that group. Instead, she was with Gamma, the trainee group. They tended to be the younger members, although that wasn't always true either.

To be honest, she wasn't quite sure why they were grouped as they were. It simply was.

She was walking past the gym and glanced in, giving a smile and moving inside the room. She doesn't call out a greeting, not wanting to disturb hear teammate but watching as she worked the target.

Darkhawk has posed:
Joining Yin is Darkhawk, who, while in his Darkhawk body can't actually improve, he can't gain muscle, doesn't have to maintain it, but he's still trying to get a better handle on what the suit can do, so gymnasium training is helpful, just not in the usual sense.

"Keep it up, you're doing Great Yin," he intoned through the emotionless mask. There was no facial imagery to take, but his voice, despite being computerised, at least sounded enthusiastic. But the visor, the lack of a face, the robotic figure, it certainly played into a certain image. He was just standing to the side for now, watching. When his sensors picked up the other presence, he turned to face her, "Hello Supergirl. Yin's been going to town on one of the training drones."


Yin has posed:
Yin flows through a series of graceful, gentle strikes that hammer the target loudly, again, then takes a step over to look over the resulting graph on the display, thoughtful. "The piercing on heng quan needs work, and it's hard to tell with a rice bag. Hello, Supergirl. Come to work on anything?" She slowly flows through a movement in place, replaying things in her mind, then faces off with the dummy again, relaxed.

Supergirl has posed:
"Darkhawk. Yin." Supergirl greets each in turn then moves to find a place on a weight bench. Not to workout. She's just using it as a seat. "No, I didn't plan on working out tonight. Had a long stretch on watch duty so I'm heading home soon to get some much earned sleep."

Especially since she still has classes in the morning. The joys of being a high school superhero.

"I admit I don't know a lot of Earth martial arts but whatever you are doing, it looks like it would hurt. A lot."

Darkhawk has posed:
Darkhawk listens to what Yin had to say, and just blinked. Sadly, his facial expressions were lost in this android body. "... well, it looks like it's working all right to me, Yin." With Supergirl taking a seat on the weight bench, "I don't know a lot of Earth martial arts either, unless you court martial arts films, but I'm guessing they aren't at all practical, or based on anything except what looks cool. Sometimes it's great to have a weird interdimensional android body... so I don't have to learn how to you know, fight like a normal person."


Yin has posed:
Yin nods. "It does, but there's always room for improvement. I only have my own skills." She hmms.

"If you ever want any pointers, let me know. I guess my last student is doing some good in Gotham these days. " She stretches a bit, then does a few repetitions of the same backfist into the target. Kablam, kablam, kablam.

Supergirl has posed:
Supergirl tilts her head to the side as she watches. "I probably should sometime. I mean, what if I didn't have my powers or something. When I do, sure it seems like that sort of fighting wouldn't be needed, but without I'm just as vulnerable as anyone else."

She glances over at Darkhawk. "You should probably learn in case you don't have the suit," she points out before looking back to Yin.

"Having superpowers, hitting that wouldn't hurt. But how come it doesn't hurt you cause it looks like it should?"

Darkhawk has posed:
Darkhawk places a hand over the jewel in his chest, "without my suit... uh, I'd probably have a normal, if highly stressful life." He did have two younger brothers to look after, given the issues with his dad, and how busy his mom was. "But I suppose you're right." Thing is, Chris was unusually protective of his identity. He hadn't actually taken the suit off in front of Gamma Flight yet, though Doctor Hudson was aware of his status. He was just a little jittery about such things, considering how much it could potentially hurt his family... or you know, how angry his mom would be if she found out. "If it's all the same, I'd prefer to learn it while in the suit," or replaced by it. It was a long story.


Yin has posed:
Yin flexes her hands. "Good form, lots of practice, and reinforced gloves. None of them are enough by itself. I'm usually not just punching things over and over, I'm more of a counterfighter. But I still have to work the strikes sometimes. My bone density is pretty high from the workouts. That part, you have to build up in meat form. I teach lessons out of costume too, if you ever need."

She considers Darkhawk a bit, thoughtful. "Go ahead and hit the target a couple of times. Let me see what you are working with."

Supergirl has posed:
"I'll think about it." She isn't going to attend as Kara, of course. That would be bad. She'd prefer to keep her alter ego secret as well. Kal had taught her that. The importance of it. The necessity of keeping things compartmentalized. If her identity were known, her family would be in danger. She couldn't let that happen.

"I don't have a lot of money to be able to pay but I'll think about it," Supergirl says. Then she gives a big smile. "Yeah, show us what you've got, Darkhawk! Teach that drone a lesson!"

Darkhawk has posed:
Darkhawk says, "You know, I heard that Sylvester Stallone's knuckles flattened out from punching beef in a refrigerator so hard and so many times." Yes, very insightful there, isn't he? Though at Yin's instruction, and with Kara's encouragement, he strode over to the target, adopted a stance that was similar to what he had seen in a martial arts movie, and hit it with his right fist. He had sloppy technique, very sloppy. But he hit it with a full two metric tons worth of force, which was actually the max the android was capable of dishing out unaugmented. Using darkforce, it was capable of so much more, but then again, the designers of the Darkhawk suit never expected its users to focus on brute strength. It was far more sophisticated.


Yin has posed:
Yin considers, gathering a lot of information from that exercise. "You're losing most of your force in strain on your joints, and you are leaving yourself uncovered for it. What's your usual tactics like? What do you need to be able to do from your stances?" She flows through a couple of stances, considering and trying to remember how he moves.

Supergirl has posed:
"I remember that movie." Supergirl had gotten to see a lot of old and new films in recent months. She'd always liked them but a whole new world had been opened up to her thanks to Chris.

As Yin gives her analysis, Supergirl stops talking and listens very closely, watching the movements curiously.

Darkhawk has posed:
Darkhawk looks to Yin, "well, I have my claws," and he pops out Wolverine like claws from one hand, "camouflage," and he goes all Predator like. He had the benefit of not having to breathe, so if he stayed still, it was pretty darned effective even at close range. But then he moved, and there was some distortion that could be made out. He leaped up, magnetically locking his feet to the ceiling, and then he became visible again.

"I have my darkforce shield," he conjured up a glowing black shield around his other arm, "super sonic flight... which I won't do here, as I'd breach the hull." He then aims his chest towards the training drone, and crushes it like a grape with a beam coming from the jewel in his chest, "concussion blasts, force field, oh," he unmagnetises his boots, flying up through the ceiling, and back down, "phasing is cool. I always forget phasing."

"Plus, enhanced reflexes, speed, strength, agility, durability, uh, I think that's it." Then he speaks Kryptonian, "translator too. Does this help?" He probably misunderstood. But it does help to explain why he doesn't really focus on melee fighting. "Wing blades too." And he fires off some down at the remnants of the drone. Tapping his chin, "I know I'm missing some. This is a swiss army suit..."

And then the suit's hand retracts into the forearm, being replaced with a multitool "woah," he sounded genuinely startled. "It's never done that before."


Yin has posed:
Yin hmms. "I remember the chest thing. You want to stay squared off, then. Vertical fist is easy to start with, and it should keep the claws in line to pierce with. Square up, elbows down against your side, hands up in front of your chest like you are talking, then just step forward and point straight forward and look down your finger. Then do it without extending your finger, fast, and bring it right back."

She steps in front of the dummy and slowly extends a hand straight out to point accusingly at it, then steps in with a fast punch that slams the dummy fairly hard. "What's the Swiss army hand, then?"

Darkhawk has posed:
Answering about the swiss army hand, "a screwdriver right now," and then it became a blowtorch, a sword, an Allen key, a wrench, cycling through a variety of things he thought of, and then back to his hand. He played with the fingers, getting 'feeling' back in them again. It was a weird experience. "Weird," was all he said.

Moving on, he tried to repeat what Yin had suggested, doing what he could against the replacement training drone, and as he does it, he shouts something that sounded like a mixture of a war cry and a grunt, the sort of things you'd hear in a martial arts film. Evidentially, he thought it might help.


Yin has posed:
"The shouting is to tighten the diafraghm and abdominal muscles. You aren't breathing, so there's no point. Next one, try to push through the dummy and see where you wobble first. A lot of this is learning how your body works from the inside." Yin looks over at Supergirl. "You might have a harder time finding things to push, but the same ideas apply as far as making sure you don't get knocked down or go sliding. Neither of you probably care to put in the work to be a master of this, but there's a lot of low hanging fruit to work with to make things more precise and not leave any openings if you mix it up with somebody else who can throw oil tankers around."

Supergirl has posed:
"Most people who can haven't bothered to learn either," Supergirl notes, giving a bit of a shrug. "So that's a very good point. It will give an advantage. I mean, I know some things from Krypton. They are like Earth martial arts but different." Another shrug. "Though I can do it, I tend to not use it. It's nice to have it as a secret should it become needed someday."

Darkhawk has posed:
"I'm not sure there what's inside? Lugnuts, nylon fibre, optical cables, maybe Jimmy Hoffa's remains?" Darkhawk said. Deciding to explain. "This thing isn't a suit. It's like an android or something. My mind is in control of it, but my body is elsewhere, like, another dimension or something. Nothing's ever managed to interfere with the connection. I wish my WiFi were as good." To Supergirl, he nodded, "sounds like a great idea.


Yin has posed:
Yin nods. "I kind of got that. There's no.. you, there. Your joints aren't set up exactly how I would have expected. It's close, but for example, when you see Iron Man move, you can see the doubled layer of joints working if you know how to look for it. And Supergirl's ch'i runs different than the other people around. I'd know her anywhere. I'm happy to teach you some basics; it's a shame I can't learn alien technology, but what can you do."

"I don't think you would need anything advanced, just five or six movements that don't open you up to any big surprises. And people that throw oil tankers might have not learned much, but that doesn't stop them from getting lucky and finding themselves behind you holding your elbow, or something."

Supergirl has posed:
Supergirl hops up off the weight bench, automatically smoothing her skirt as she does so. "I probably better get going. School tomorrow. Thanks for the advice and I will think about it, Yin," she says with another bright smile.

A glance to the android that once was Chris. "I'll see you soon." Tomorrow. In class. Not something she'll mention outloud though. His secret is safe with her.