Alistair's Training grounds

-- Movement Level 1 --

Another day, another train. Today he had come back to work on his movement.. his speed. Getting from one area to the next as quickly as possible. He glanced around the arena where he stood, plenty of blobs participating in their own small spars and fights, plenty of them left to their own training. That being said, the perimeters of the arena were mostly empty, and that is when Alistair had a plan in the makings. He could run around the perimeters and time himself, push himself to his limits to go as fast as he possibly could go. Using his foot, he etched a small line into the ground in front of him. A symbol for the starting line, and ultimately, the finish line. Stretching out his arms and legs briefly he prepared for his run. Closing his eyes he concentrated. Breathing in.. breathing out. To the count of three. *One... two... three.* He was off, pushing himself as hard as he possibly could. His form wasn't perfect, he stumbled in a couple of his steps, body unused to being pushed so hard. Never the less though he still managed to finish his own run, body heaving as he collapsed once more into the dirt. He was getting entirely too used to laying down here like this. Still though, while his time wasn't what he had hoped for, he was still.. proud of himself. It was a work in progress and he still managed to at least run the entire lap. After a little rest.. next time he'd have to just beat his number. Perhaps then, he'd be even stronger physically and mentally. More prepared for a greater challenge.

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-- Endurance Level 1 --

Alistair this time found himself once more sitting cross-legged on the floor of where he usually trained. While it wasn't his usual training of lifting things, pushing things, or otherwise running around pushing his body to the limits.. it was still something he could consider training right? In the palm of his hand sat a singular untainted scale of a pangoworm. He had heard of its spiciness before he had acquired it- and he did enjoy certain sensations or tastes that other blobs considered painful, namely sourness, so perhaps his body could handle ingesting it? Or perhaps not, given its reputation without grinding it up into smaller more portionable sizes, but regardless he would force it upon himself to complete this task.


Well, down the hatch. He raised the scale to his mouth, popping it in unceremoniously. Though the moment the scale touched his blobby body, the spice had hit him much harder than he expected it to. His body fought reflexisively spitting it back up as he swallowed it down. The mixture of tastes all in one big punch left a scowl on the corners of his lips. Even the heat and burning feeling on his tongue reflected by the blush of rainbow coming to his face and burning underneath the mask. Though considering the mask was apart of his body, he wouldn't even be surprised if the mask itself still showed signs of the flush.


He coughed and sputtered as he rose to his feet, the burn in his mouth dying down torturously slow. Perhaps he should have listened to their tale, and he definitely wished he had brought any sort of liquid or another piece of food. Anything to drown out the burn of the spices. He discovered for himself while he did like SOME painful foods, this amount of spice definitely wasn't for him. Though now that he had tried it... he couldn't help but wonder. Now that he know what the experience was like.. would he be able to handle it again later? If he was expecting it? Mm.. such thoughts were leaving him rather faint. Perhaps not quite so soon. He needed a nap.

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-- Physcial Agility Level 2 --

While Alistair hadn't done quite as well at his targets as he might have once hoped- he still moved on to his next task. He acquired more glowgrapes to try again with the targets when he came up with his next idea. He needed to stretch his legs, and what better way to do that than to piss off a massive beast? Terredens were the perfect target for the job. They were generally peaceful creatures, and slower than others for that matter. They were often kept as pets, which seemed the best option in getting one into the arena. He simply asked a random blob who kept one as a pet, with the agreement that he had no intentions of harming the blobs pet. That, and surely it would be easier to calm the creature down and stop it from properly demolishing Alistair if the owner could step in when the going got very rough.

So that's how he found himself here, giving his first attempt at pissing off the creature by chucking glowgrapes at it. However, his attempts seemed pitiful given the small size of the grapes and the size of the Terreden itself. It simply served to confuse the poor thing. It only really kicked into gear when Alistair attempted to scale the pet to pluck its leaves- the Terreden having withstood numbers of constant pestering only for its leaves to be threatened to be stolen by a blob it did not trust. Its sudden movements only caused Alistair to fall and tumble to the ground. Having to be quick, he rolled back onto his feet with a mischievous grin. He lept backwards out of the way of the giant feet and claws, doing his best to ignore the already oncoming soreness and how bruised he'd already be from such a fall.

He was only able to keep his fight for so long after all. While his legs and arms were much better off from the fall with their crystal shielding- the rest of his body screamed at him to stop. Especially given the fact he had very much so underestimated the speed of the Terreden. Narrowly dodging out of the way of its claws as he was backed into the corner. Wincing as he felt the swipe barely graze his side and the telltale feeling of blood trickle down his sides. As his knees buckled, and he pressed his back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut, he prepared for impact but none came. Instead, it was his savior's voice calling his Terreden back. Letting out a breathy chuckle he slowly opened his eyes to the Terreden leaving. For now.. he needed to focus on rest.

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-- Health Level 2--

Given everything he had been doing of late to train his body, Alistair needed a treat... Perhaps not one easy to find, but something that would both be satisfying and have made all of it worthwhile. And thus, as the first steps to his plan, he found himself wandering down to the docks. It wasn't difficult, and finding a fish was his only goal. He didn't care what kind, and a themisfish ended up being his catch. Thus far, that was one out of three for the dish he had in mind. He made extra sure to scoop up some water while there for his meal.

The second one would be the most difficult of the three for him- the end of a skitterspud's tail. Luckily for him, fishing was within the colour waves coasts anyways, which is their territory from what he heard. Walking around the white grasses they tended to eat, he kept his eyes out for a pack of them. The whistling in the distance stopping as he neared where they were. From the looks of it, it appeared to be a small pack of ten.. or maybe it was only a small section of a pack. Alistair didn't know enough to be sure. Most of them still held the prize he sought after high atop their tails. However, to his delight, a couple did rest upon the ground. Discarded, in hopes of another growing. Coincidental, or perhaps they also knew it was bleeding season, it was amusing none the less. He moved slowly, watching the leader intently as he neared it. They didn't bother him much, moving away from him in their shyness. He wasn't sure whether he was sad they seemed docile or not... Scooping one of the vegetable tail tips up, he deposited it into the bag at his waist alongside the themis fish.

Last but not least, he made his way back towards the training ground. The training grounds were populated- that much he knew.. and where there were blobs, there tended to be Cuteacups. It took some numbers for him to get back, let alone to locate one, but that was alright. He was specifically on the lookout for the biggest greenflowered one he could find. Being careful to avoid the thorns he could, he gently picked the flower, wincing ever so slightly when one of the thorns still pricked him in his attempts. At least he succeeded in retrieving it now, and he ignored the tiny amount of blood bubbling from the wound on his hand.

Now, all he needed was to put it all together. Dumping the water he scooped up earlier into the tea cup, he turned to his Lokit Zephyr once more to heat the water. Using his long finger nails to chop up both the skitterspud's tailend and the themisfish. Dumping the now bite sizes pieces into the cup, he waited a moment for it all to cook before trying it. Thankfully, after all his effort, it was at least as good as he would have hoped.

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