Weights, Sweats and Mats

Cole was a little slower than she liked so after he took a few steps towards the stair case, she got behind him and started pushing. Enough to get the message across without just throwing him down stairs. She probably could do that though given her strength. Though if she did, he'd only slam into a door at the bottom of the stairs.

Past the door was a simple office room, with two doors on the other side of of the room. The staircase had left them near the back side of the room near a desk and several cabinets and dressers full of paperwork and folders, the floor tiled. Leaving that room through the door lead them to a large room that both recognized. Well what it was, not where they were.

“Holy shit it’s a gym…” Rumi breathed out when her voice came back.

"Decent sized one too." he added as they started to walk around.

They were in a large training area, full of equipment. Judging from the amount, it looked like they could get maybe about 15 people at once, more or less. There were stations and areas set up for upper and lower body, free weight section, cardio was against a wall with a few tread mills and bikes; however the numbers were rather low. No more than four of any type and that was the treadmills. So long as people moved from place to place on a scheduled cycle, they wouldn't get in each other's way.

The large room had another set of doors..., well besides the two bathroom doors and an emergency exit. The main door lead out to a hallway that terminated at a reception room, along with short hallways that terminated into locker rooms. No doubt the showers were also back there.

“Yeah…. Hey is it me or is this bigger than upstairs?" she asked as she came out of the female lockers, "Our loft seems smaller."

“Maybe? Floor space might just be bigger on the ground floor than upstairs. But considering Cupid seemed to bend time and space to put us together…., why not bend building dimensions.” He shrugged, “It’s that or something more mundane.”

Rumi looked over the equipment some more, fiddling with some settings while Cole ducked back into the office. If there was any kind of info or floor plan about this place, it would be there. When he came back she was in the middle of testing out some of the weights before carefully putting them back down.

“Bikes, running machines, all sort of weight equipment…, only thing this place needs is pool.”

“It does have showers and a sauna.” He muttered as he flicked through the papers in his hands.

The speed of which she just appeared in front of him made him jump a bit. Did she have super speed or something?

“Really?!?” She asked eyes wide and maybe a bit too much glee, before she caught herself and repeated the question more firmly, “I mean… really?”

"Yeah. Gym seems to be split in half; this side is normal gym equipment, other half has a Boxing ring and more specialized gear. The in between has the lockers, showers and a sauna but it's kinda small."

“Everything we need for a gym huh?”

“Even got a license.” He dug through the papers and pulled up a laminated card, “And there’s a pod swap feature.”

“Pod swap?” She raised an eyebrow.

“From what I’m reading, the upstairs is kinda set in stone. Might change if we pay or something." he explained as he dug through the papers more, "But the ground floor is way more malleable if you use the program on the computer in the office or maybe upstairs. Each area counts as like a 'pod' or a room we can just swap out as one piece or a group.”

“ We could swap the ring for a pool, or even if we wanted the gym entirely for something else like a dry cleaner, store, café…”

“Book store?” she had a wide grin on her face.

“Maybe? Probably. Why?” She just shrugged it off while he continued, “Point is ground floor is for work/business and we can swap things in or out based on what we wanna do.”

“Lemme guess, first remodeling is free?” she folded her arms.

“We can remodel all we want with what we have; but if we want to swap out anything or add more, gonna need to pay. Though if we swap things out they’ll cut some of the price down.” he muttered as he flicked through the papers.

“That figures. Infinite powers and still charge yah for it.” She leaned again a wall with a grumble.

"We do have a basement that's pretty empty and looks free for us to do what we want with it." he offered. He got an eye roll for his trouble. He persisted.

“Well the very least we won’t have to worry about work since we’re self employed. And with the supplies they set us up with, can probably last a while save for just getting random stuff. So we are decently taken care off by all that infinite power jazz."

“Besides you don’t strike me as the type of gal that would want to have everything handed to you.” He said with a grin. She blew out some hot air in response.

"I mean not having to worry about where my next meal came from while doing hero work would be nice." she gave a weak shrug with her hands held up, "BUT you're right. I'd probably go mad if everything was just given to me every day. That said, I wouldn't say no to like a week or month long vacation, all expenses paid."

“Guess that makes sense… hey..” his tone raised as she started to walk away, “Where you going?“

“You said boxing ring was this way right? I was gonna see if there’s like targets or punching bags to hit. I don’t feel like using the other gear to work out with. And I figured it would just be better to stay inside for a bit while we process this. You?”

“There's still a lot of paper work to go through; I figured I'd check that out for a bit if you don't mind. Catch up later.”

Rumi shrugged as she made a short jog to the other side of the gym building. The locker rooms had an entrance leading towards both sides so she cut through there. It was about half the size of the other room, maybe a little smaller. One wall had a high mirror that covered most of it, reflecting everything in it once she flicked the lights on. Most the floor was matted or made out of that rubber cushioning material with wood or tile under it.

If anything, it looked more like a private work out and training room, complete with a small selection of workout equipment similar to the other room. Probably split to keep those that wanted to jog not having to hear the sounds in the ring. Or hands on the sand bags. A few were strung up of varying makes and models, along with a series of rubber mats placed around them.

The ring itself was standard size. Twenty by twenty in feet; maybe a little bigger. A quick look under reveled there was only a small number of supplies under the ring; mainly more mats or maybe a few gloves. A few cabinets in a corner provided more; head guards, gloves, practice pads, tape and a few first aid kits.

“Everything needed for a boxing gym huh.” Rumi muttered as she taped up.

From the heavier equipment here to the personalized dummies, this looked a bit more tailored to her ‘weight class’ as Cole had put it. Well…, let’s just put that to the test. After all, it had been a good while since she worked up an actual sweat. Maybe it was just what she needed to get her mind off this strange ordeal..., and the burning in her body.

Cha-KINCK. CHA Kinck!

Weights that were several hundred pounds were lifted with ease, thanks to her super strength. Her arms flexed, her stance widened, and she lifted dumbbell that a normal person would think are some kind of novelty item. It had been stacked with as much weight as she could without having the metal bar bend from the stress. It was a real one though, and she just lifted it like it was nothing. She held it over her head for a few moments as she grinned at her posed reflection.

“Breaaaak time…” she mumbled to herself.

She had lost track of time with her workout. It was a bit of a habit she had; getting rather lost in whatever she was doing once she got into it. as she put the dumbbell down on the floor. Carefully. Last thing she wanted to do was literally breaking in her new digs. Her white ears flopping up and down as she stood straight up, stretching her arms over her head with a big sigh. Cole would probably hit the ceiling if she broke a the floor…, maybe. He seemed chill but she wasn’t sure he’d appreciate cleaning up.

“I know I hate trying to clean up rubble..” Rumi muttered to herself as she got some water.

Granted, part of the reason she had her own place back home was due to that. It was easier to just clean up and buy new equipment if it came to it. She wasn’t a big spender it was just that…, well breaking gym equipment that belonged to a business was more expensive that self replacement. Getting some deals for 'sponsors' helped as much as she had to swallow her pride about it.

Besides another reason was she tended to be loud with her overly intense workouts. Not to mention even in a world of quirks she needed more specialized equipment. Far more weight and resistance for a good work out..

Another problem was the fame. She liked it to a point but meant that she couldn’t work out in public anymore. A few autographs sure, couple pose pics okay, even maybe a few stares, annoying. But time and place for everything and her patience had a limit.

A few of the more daring voyeurs tried to get too handsy during some work outs or ‘accidentally’ walked into the wrong locker room. Or tried to sneak all sorts of compromising pictures. And this happened every time she went out to a public gym save for some of the high class 'professional' ones that had their own security. It was just left her more annoyed than anything.

Aside from the occasional hookup, the gym was more trouble than it was worth.

Taking a few steps forward, Rumi caught something out of the corner of her eye. A mirror against the wall that she hadn't really paid much attention to before. But now, she was drawn to it. Drawn to herself. People thought she was attractive... and it had been awhile since she gave herself a good look in a reflection.

“Well… why not?” Rumi said to herself as she struck a victory pose. She did a few more stances as she eyed her reflection. “Mmm I wonder…”

Lifting her hand up, she brought it down firmly on one of her thighs. The smack that echoed in the empty room sound like she was slapping a nice, firm side of beef. But even with that firmness, there was still plenty of soft flesh around that tight muscle. Her hand ran over her thigh before running along the curves of her hips.

“… Mmhhmmh… you break walls with these… no wonder people drool after you…, mmm yeah you're such a pin up ain't yah?”

She flexed a bit before turning about and looking over her shoulder to check her backside. With a wide grin she slapped her body again, this time on that perfect ass of hers. Firm and large to smother any man below her. A burning sensation was starting to creep up more from within her as a few images came to her mind.

“Mmm… You’re the girl mom's warn their sons about, men are scared of and boys drool over…, mmm yeah miss pin up hero herself...” She muttered with a lick of her lips, her face starting to flush as the heat in her body flared.

Turning a bit to see her side, she slowly raised her leg up. For one to check her flexibility, and for another well, she was enjoying being able to check herself out again. It was one thing to look down at her body while bathing, but the bathroom lacked a full-length mirror like this. She got a good view of everything like this.

Rumi lower her leg while keeping her thigh up, letting her fire off a few practice kicks. She watched how her body moved, how her muscles rippled and the soft enticing flesh bounced. This is what she looked like when she fought. Showing off her large breasts, that toned ass, those thick thighs and hips.

“You could crush two watermelons between these babies…” she slapped her thigh again with a smirk.

“And break a man's pelvis…~” she turned back around again, thrusting her hips back and shaking her butt around.

She watched as her cheeks jumped and bounce before throwing it back a bit more to make them clap in front of the mirror. There was a lot of power in her legs, enough that any man who found themselves between them should be very afraid. Instead she was using them for just a little fun which was... quite enjoyable all things considering.

While she was still a little annoyed by the ‘adjustments’ by Cupid, she was starting to enjoy it. Just a little bigger, just a little meatier, stronger and more enticing. Still kept her height save for maybe an inch or two. Maybe less. Folks back home would probably lose their minds if they saw her now. Which would have been great; after all it just seemed wrong to deprive people of a little eye-candy. Of course, that would have been to stroke her own ego, too, but nobody needed to know that.

“Damn seeing Midnight’s face would be priceless…”

She paused in her thoughts to adjust her shorts. They were starting to ride higher and deeper with her movements, growing tighter and smaller as they tried to keep that oh so perfect ass covered. They were doing an admirable job, but Rumi knew that all of that flesh was just begging to be released. It was one reason she wore a leotard, it was just far easier to go around in.

“All of this cus you trained hard… huh…~?” Rumi smirked to herself, giving her butt another slap and fixed her shorts again, “Imagine if people at a gym saw you doing this… hahh… it’d be all over the news, huh~? But you wouldn’t care, right~? You’d let them put your ass across the net, let those horny men see it…, down load it, save it for wank material... Mmmm would they know what to do with you? ... what would you do to them in return... Hmm? Pin them down and show them what it really MEANS to be with a woman...”

A slight shape over her reflection's shoulder drew her drew her attention from her building fantasy.

Cole had a wide eye look and his jaw was hanging open just a bit.

Her back arched up straight as she broke out her self-indulgent rant and turned around. A light flush was on her face as she took a few firm stomps towards the man as she glared up at him. Her hands were clenched and her smile seemed far more imposing that any of her other grins.

"SO...., how long have you... yah know, been checking me out?"

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Cole muttered.

"Really?"

Cole gripped his head with his hands as he sighed. He just read how to 'break' the contract and it was... insane. Talk of gods and magic, of stars and .... agh his head hurt. This was so beyond him, hell probably beyond Rumi.

Still checking out the office some more had turned up some good info. Wherever they found themselves at, the paper work would work or alter itself to fit in with whatever world. That info lead him to the basement which was kinda empty, but if the blueprints were correct held a secret. A hidden chamber behind some of the brick work.

Inside was two level hide away. The first level simply had a few big computers and a couple utility rooms like storage, dressing, a small medical office, and a few other bits he wasn't sure. Ground floor was split into yet another work out area and what looked to be a garage, with a pair of bikes all ready to go. Seemed this was to be a small base for 'hero' work.

"Rumi might be used to being a hero but... maybe not every world is so open to the idea." He thought as he looked around for a bit.

He felt like he had heard of her, or knew of her. Not in like an 'in depth' sense but he was certain he'd seen people talk about her online or maybe saw a picture drawn of her back home. He just didn't know where she came from, but she certainly didn't sound like she was from DC or Marvel. Maybe he could look that up....?

No it would just be better to maybe talk to her a bit. She didn't seem to have a problem with the 'mutliverse' being mentioned, or it hadn't sunk in yet, but he didn't want to just drop the fact she was made up in his world.

It had been awhile since they split up..., he should go see how she's doing though. If she was working at normal equipment, maybe she broke something. Would be better to show her the gear down here, if it was made with her in mind. Didn't take long to head back up stairs and head over to the other side of the gym. He stepped through door to call out for her...

Just in time to see her start bouncing that ass.

Damn those shorts were riding pretty high, letting him get a good view of those meaty legs and that bouncing ass. How'd a woman that fit have an ass like that of a porn star? Or well with how much she was throwing it back right now, maybe one of those rap music background dancers.

"....Breed...."

"The hell? ... I mean yeah that is... pretty inviting but she'd kick my head of and..." he had to blink a few times as a bit of pressure came to his head. Where did that thought come from?

It must have been his movement from trying to refocus as she had stopped putting on a show, spun quickly on her heels and marched up to him. Oh he was a dead man.