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Who: Ichigo Kurosaki (

suppressthedark) and anyone who wants to bug him.
What: Ichigo got his body back and decides to go to the arena. And ~~break things~~ train.
When: day 121
Where: The Arena
Rating: Shouldn't be more than pg-13? Probable swearing.

So. The last couple of days had been...stressful, to say the least. A body switch with Orihime, of all people, had left him reeling, not to mention the...argument he'd had with one of the close friends he'd made since he came to the colorless city of Asgard.

And when Ichigo is stressed and upset, what does he do? He works it out-or tries to.

Which is why he's here in the arena, either chopping up dummies or punching them with his bare hands (that, at least, doesn't wreck them completely), looking mighty pissed off at the world in general. A flesh and blood distraction would be nice, even if it's just to talk-or even better, to spar.

...At least, someone better make him stop before he ends up hurting himself.

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When you're a stranded soldier lost in some colordry pit with no way of crawling out, there's only so many things you can do to leave yourself feeling anything less than absolutely useless. One of those things is drink yourself past worrying about it (and Renji's carefully trodden around the outskirts of that option, he's got Rules), another is to vehemently deny and spend your every waking hour seeking a way out.

Not very practical, all things considered.

So it's the third and most accessible, sensible option that leads him here, as it's done most days prior and will no doubt continue to do most days following - although today he's switching it up a little, throwing something small and pliant and notably orange at the head of Kurosaki Ichigo as the guy pummels the fuck out of some poor unsuspecting dummies.

Heads up, Kurosaki. Stay sharp.

He manages to notice it right before it hits his head, using his speed to jerk his head out of the way just in time.

And then, of course, he looks towards the asshole who threw it-!

....Welp. Should have expected that.

"The hell'd you throw at me?"

Watching Ichigo train isn't exactly something Orihime's had the luxury to do in the past year and a half, so doing so now is something of a treat for her. She'll just be on the sidelines, watching him work out, holding a towel and a drink for whenever he gets ready to rest.

Also, although the drink is a 'sports drink' she made, so while it's refreshing, it's probably made of spinach and rutabaga.

After a while, he straightens up, sighing and stretching a touch before turning.

"...Inoue? When did you get here?"

Because he was so engrossed, he pretty much forgot everything around him.

She offers him the towel and spinach-rutabaga-habanero Pocuri Sweat.

"Not long ago!"

This was kind of a lie - she's been here at least thirty minutes.

"I brought you a towel and something to drink! I made it myself!"

He takes both gratefully, using the towel to wipe off his sweat, and taking a swig of the drink-

....And then not moving for a second, because waaagh-

-Eh he's fine, he's fine. He can gulp it down.

"Ah...Thanks."

He decides to take a seat near her, giving a loud sigh as he does.

"Eh heh, I hope it wasn't too strong! I tried it before I brought it out, but I know I have weird tastes..."

That was an understatement. But whatever. She has more important things to talk about.

"You looked pretty intent out there. Is something on your mind?"

"Ah...just a little."

As she asks, he frowns, leaning back. What should he say? In one way, he didn't feel like talking about it at all. But in another....

"...Maybe."

"Haaaaah? It's alright if you don't want to tell me. I can wait."

Because if there really wasn't anything on his mind, he wouldn't have said 'maybe'. Either way, she'll hold out her hand to take the drink from him if he doesn't want it anymore.

This type of scene is something Rukia can say she's gotten used to, over the span of time she's known Ichigo. Suffice to say, she doesn't have much mental energy left from the CTHULHUMOM incident, so she, for once, keeps relatively silent, sitting on the sidelines.

"....Ichigo."

"What?" He snaps, head turning around to see who called out his name. "...Oh. Rukia?"

At least she didn't throw anything at his head, unlike a certain other member of his nakama.

Nina visited The Arena for a similar reason: to release anxiety from the recent curse. Transforming into Jacob was awkward enough, but switching bodies with her brother had been a traumatizing experience, to say the least.

This wasn't her first time at The Arena, though she didn't have the opportunity to frequent as often as she'd like. Unfortunately, other matters usually preoccupied her life in Asgard. However, she was able to visit today, and she was looking forward to continuing her training.

When she arrives, she smiles once she sees Ichigo, but her cheerful expression is quickly replaced by a concerned look. After she notices his angry countenance and how intensely he punches the dummies, she can't help but worry.

"Ichigo, is everything all right?"

He stops in mid-punch, looking over his shoulder to see who it was.

"Ah...When did you get here?" He asked, turning around-and sidestepping the question entirely. Nina was nice, but....he still didn't know her all that well, and he'd rather not talk about what was bothering him right now.

"Just now."

She notices his avoidance of her question, but she doesn't wish to pry. Still, asking once more couldn't hurt, right?

"It's nice to see you again. Are you feeling okay?"

[ korra was only out of her body for one day, and she's had it back for two now, but it's so good to be back it was very much disorienting and uncomfortable to be out of it. so what better way to make full use of having her body than by hunting down a place to train??

she can't bend, and korra still hates that, though it helps that she's convinced she's in the spirit world and she knows bending is impossible there. still, she doesn't want to feel useless either, and she might as well learn how to handle herself without bending and just with her own strength.

she can still move through the bending forms, if nothing else, and she does, finishing a firebending rat-snake sequence before she notices she has company. she waits to catch her breath, really just watching ichigo.

closely. ]

Not too bad, huh?

[The voice breaks his concentration, and the head of the dummy goes flying across the room, his daito's blade flashing in the lights as he holds it aloft. Sheathing it, he turns to look at the girl he'd ignored while working out, tilting his head.]

What do you mean?

You. You're not too bad. [ she wipes a hand across her sweaty face ] I've seen so many different kinds of combat styles, but I don't think I've seen anyone use a sword since I was eight. Maybe it's worth picking one up here while I don't have my bending.

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