[ It's been a long time since Rogue had a proper place to train, or anyone to practice her skills with. Back on Thesa, she'd worked hard to get her stamina and strength back up, but there's only so much a person can do on their own, and virtual simulations don't count unless they're really Danger Room style. So when this Alan puts out the call for sparring partners--
Well. It takes her a few hours, but she makes her way down to the dojo before long, tired of being stationary and wanting to reclaim even a small piece of her old self. Her striped hair is pulled back into a braid, but beyond that signature shock of white against brown, there's nothing to pinpoint as her anything but an average woman looking for a good workout. ]
Hello?
[ There's a southern drawl in her voice as she steps inside, hoping she hasn't missed the man of the hour. Or day, as it were. ]
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Well. It takes her a few hours, but she makes her way down to the dojo before long, tired of being stationary and wanting to reclaim even a small piece of her old self. Her striped hair is pulled back into a braid, but beyond that signature shock of white against brown, there's nothing to pinpoint as her anything but an average woman looking for a good workout. ]
Hello?
[ There's a southern drawl in her voice as she steps inside, hoping she hasn't missed the man of the hour. Or day, as it were. ]