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Tabitha Smith	Among many facilities at the Xavier institute that gets a lot of traffic is the gym and the weight room. It's not as high demand as the danger room, but then it's not a holodeck. It does however allow for bodies to be kept in as good a condition as possible. One of those belongs to Tabitha Smith. The blonde trying to not drop her insides out as she lifts herself up and down under a squat rack. The amount of discs really look like they should be more than what a woman her size and hundred and twenty pounds can handle. Thighs flexing hard inside black yoga pants while a yellow tee with a red X circle logo is faded across her chest. At least three or four hundred pounds on her shoulders getting moved with some slow effort. The blonde breathing slowly while she moves. Counting closer to ten each time. Some old Dazzler tunes playing on the speakers of the sound system she'd commandeered via bluetooth. Beats by Blaire blaring out. With the steady pace it's possible she could go higher yet but even she has limits, not being super human, just merely peak, which is still a lot when you can out bench most human men.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty Pryde is not a superhuman. Well. Let's walk that back. Kitty Pryde is not a physical superhuman. ... Well, let's walk that back a little bit further. Kitty Pryde is not a superhuman whose -powers make her physically stronger and faster and more attractive with zero effort-. There. The point is! Kitty still has to work to make sure she stays fit, still has to worry about her carbohydrate intake, and has to regularly worry about whether the dangers of SMG are real or a paranoid myth. Her dancing and gymnastic skills haven't faded with age entirely because she's been incredibly fastidious about keeping up with her exercise regimen. She also has those ninja skills she has to keep honed but that's a bit of a different deal because Ogun is a mind-controlling jerk and mindhacks come with certain benefits. Still. It doesn't hurt to keep training your ninjitsu, right?? And so, Kitty has been in the gym for the better part of a few hours now, sequestered in the gymnastics segment of the Institute's spacious facilities. The order of the day is kips, it seems, at least at the moment. The beads of sweat dappling lightly tanned skin as she swings and swings and swings suggest she's been at this for a while, and this probably isn't the first routine she's done by far. It's a difficult, but ultimately basic maneuver; Kitty handles it with ease, every swing forward helping her build the momentum to ascend to the top of the bar on the backswing. On the last, she kips all the way up to the top of the bar, landing her rear neatly atop it with perfect balance. Basic -- but the basics are essential. Hands pressed to the bar, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, Kitty manages a pleased smile. "Okay. On to phase two -- huh?" Which is when she finally hears that Dazzler music streaming throughout the gym now. How didn't she hear it before? Well. Through impressive monomaniacal focus, that's how! Kitty squints. And then she hops off the bar, landing on the mat with the smallest bounce before approaching... "--Tabby?" Towel slung around her shoulders, dabbing her curly, thick ponytail with one end, Kitty approaches Tabby in the middle of her workout with muted surprise. She wears a simple black biketard for comfort -- a black, blue and white athletic sweater windrunner worn half-unzipped over it. As always -- comfort is king for Kitty Pryde. At least there's no joke shirts today. She tilts her head, brows lifting as she watches the blonde. She scratches her cheek. "Hey. Um. Shouldn't you, y'know. Have a spotter for that? On account of all the weight, and your body?"
Tabitha Smith	There are probably safer ways to get that lower body work out. There is a hack squat machine that works things on a diagonal and a track with it's own failsafes. Tabby however always was one to live and lifts a little dangerously. That said, when she does hear Kitty, she can make Tabby's own stealthy skills look like a clumsy lummox when she wants to, warning Tabitha. the blonde does at least stop. Or at least finish the set with a "TWELVE!" before the clunk of metal bar against the rack. There's a swivel of her head. The blonde wearing her hair in twin tails left mostly loose and her glasses on her nose, yellow tinted red cat eye frames. Ogun was an asshole that left Ninja skills. Tabby's big brush with mind control was not so lucky. She got skills but that happened from others. She also still has to work for that figure as well. However seeing where Kitty came from in the gym, she arches an eyebrow from behind her glasses. Tabby has some agility, a product of training here and beyond. But she's no gymnast or acrobat. "You're warning me of danger while you're pinging off walls?" she looks around to make sure anyone else around isn't paying audible attention. She's used to people staring though. "It's actually harder to go slower and control the weight than it is to just bust out a set of reps fast and done. More tension, more muscle. Lighter weights more reps. More tone." she explains as she grabs her towel to get rid of some actual sweat.
Kitty Pryde	At least Kitty's emotional scarring left cool deadly skills she has to constantly keep in check because of the DARKNESS forever lingering in her heart! Sometimes life is a trade-off like that. Tabby remarks about Kitty pinging off the walls; Kitty rolls her eyes sidelong and "ahehs" awkwardly a bit in response. "I meannnnnnn it's totally different," she asserts, firmly. "Pinging off walls is a life choice for me. I could just as easily" And here Kitty makes some horizontal motions with her left arm swiping towards her vertically-pointed right arm making "fwwsh fwwsh fwssh!" sounds the whole time. "y'know?" Did she-- Was that supposed to represent phasing--?? As Tabitha explains, though, Kitty's embarrassing pantomiming comes to an end. She blinks, and then squints, and then -purses her lips-. "Are you humblebragging me, Tabitha Smith?" she wonders accusingly. "Because that sounds like a pretty severe case of humblebragging to me!" She's teasing, of course, if the little grin she flashes afterwards doesn't give it away; her hands slip into the pockets of her windbreaker as she futile-y attempts to blow a few wild, damp bangs from her eyes a few times. "See, when you say it like that, with words like 'harder' and 'more tension,' I feel even more compelled to point out you should have an exercise buddy." She tilts to the side, half-balanced on one foot as she considers. "That is a heckuva lotta tone, though..." Is she jealous? She sounds jealous. It's a known Pryde Fact: she can't help but compare herself to others.
Tabitha Smith	The blonde parks the repient of the benefits of her workout on one of the safety rails of the squat rack. Where if she did feel herself failing out she can just face plant and the bar wouldn't follow her down and cut her in half. The little display of acrobatics and phase sound effects does get her giggling. It's cute and even Kitty should know people think that about her. "I am totally allowed to have an ego. What strength I have is totally earned. If all I did was rely on booms to expend the energy I have. I'd probably be way thicker Like multiple Cs thicc!" she states and chuckles while draping the bundled towel around her neck and shoulders. At least she's also easy to have that ego engaged as she flexes her biceps as best she can. "Yeah I probably should have a spotter. But having someone that can keep up with me is a challenge. Most people that can squat what I can, are in the tonnage category so this is like lightweight for them. I can probably bench a motorcycle but I couldn't return the favor. I gotta do more cardio though. I think I've been slacking off there." she admits and winces looking at the treadmills nearby.
Kitty Pryde	If nothing else, the cute goofy vibes she gives off is one of the few things Kitty Pryde is -pretty good- with about herself. She's just living her best, nerdy life over here. No apologies, no regrets! ''Like multiple Cs thicc!'' "Thiccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc," declares Kitty, in a voice that pitches deeper and ominously deeper until she's practically reaching Vader levels. And she does it all with the goofiest of smiles, thus proving our previous point. "Hummmm," is Kitty's musing in the aftermath of this grave declaration of thiccness and lack of suitable spotters. -She's- not the one; just looking at that weight is making her shoulder muscles ache, and also her back muscles, and her lower back, and thighs, calves and glutes and and and her -bones-. Look. Squats use too many muscle groups, man. "... Mmmaybe Scott?" she ventures. "He feels like the kinda dude who could squat a mean motorbike if he's feeling nasty. Or hey, Pete, out of the metal? Forget about it." Her brows lift. "Orrrrrr you could just start hitting up the gyms in Gotham! I bet you'll run into one of those crazy Bat-vigilantes there eventually, and all of them have zero right being as strong as they are!" Kitty's suggestions now veering off into the realm of absurdity (but, the technically correct, which is of course the best kind of correct), she clears her throat and then slowwwwlyyy side-eyes the treadmills as Tabitha does. "Oy. Tabby. Do your cardio. Bad Tabby," scolds Kitty, clucking her tongue. "Aerobic exercise is the cornerstone of endurance training, Tabby! Think about your staying power when you're throwing hands with, like, MODOK! Do you wanna -ever- look winded in front of MODOK? The answer is no, never! That's a shanda you never recover from!" She considers for a second. And then she leans forward to offer: "How about this: we go jogging. A -whole session-. And then afterwards, we hit the town and I get you the most unhealthy desert pileup we've ever seen at the Black Tap and undo all our hard work today." Kitty offers the biggest, cheekiest of grins. "Sound good?"
Tabitha Smith	At the moment, Tabitha probably should go for a run just for the cool down. And she can run really well when she wants. When there was a time when your blast radius was further than your throwing arm, you had to haul ass. "It's all also timing. Logan is up their too but if he's spotting a bench press." she wrinkles her face up a whole lot. "Ewwwwwwww!" she exlaims and giggles as she stands up and gets on with the tedious job of putting the weight discs away. There's a few of them so it's a back and forth job. "I met Harley Quinn once. Apparently I kinda look like her. It also kinda means nobody is game to mug me. But I'm a hot blonde with pig tails. We do actually all kinda look alike. I just have more freckles here and there." she admits and grins playfully. The clunking of discs on the rack continuing. As for cardio with Kitty? "Yeah, alright, jogging. Shower, then we'll raid the freezer. My metabolism can handle the sugar and maybe carbs." she admits. Her diet always was positively horrible. But unlike her other plasma wielding contemporaries. She has to generate her own energy and not absorb and repurposes other sources like those pesky Summers brothers. The last discs are stashed and that just leaves tabby to grab her phone and water bottle. the Bluetooth connection cut off so the music stops playing. "Alright... lets run this ass of mine off!"