[And on the back of his jacket, which is immediately evident should Achilles come to the training area. 76 is waiting, but not idle--he's wailing on a punching bag with no small amount of enthusiasm. It's not threatening in the least.]
[ He arrives as promised, noticing the lettering on the back of his jacket. That makes finding him easy.
He gives a small wave and an affable grin as he approaches, undeterred by the way he zealously pummels the punching bag. You humans... don't impress him much. ]
76? I'm Rider. [ Holding his hand out for a shake -- though he'll take his wrist instead of the palm of his hand.
Will he pry himself away from that punching bag or... ]
[He'd be a poor excuse for a super soldier if he didn't realize when he was no longer alone, but he finishes his pattern of punches before he withdraws from the bag and rests a hand on it so it doesn't swing.
It seems like he's not sure what to do with Rider's extended hand, but he decides to shake it after a protracted moment.]
[ He crosses his arms once they're finished shaking (he made sure to hold onto his wrist rather than his actual palm since that's more sanitary), leaning back smugly like he's assessing the man standing before him. Achilles is at an impressive height of 6'1" himself and is built like a soldier, and so is 76 actually despite his apparent age. ]
How about a round?
Surely it's more fun punching something that can actually fight back.
[It’s an odd sort of handshake, but 76 has been around the block a few times—he’s not really one to judge others on how they do things, especially here, and especially given all their varying backgrounds. A handshake is a handshake, and he considers them properly acquainted.
At least, on a surface level. 76 raises an eyebrow, like he finds the proposal a little strange. Still, there are few better ways to get to know someone than engaging them in combat. Perhaps that’s what Rider is getting at, but 76 is naturally a suspicious sort.]
Came down here to fight me, huh?
[He says that with a wry grin that indicates he might be making a joke, but there’s some genuine curiosity in it as well.]
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Yeah, that's me. 76.
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But that's great. I'd love to meet you at once!
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I can meet you in the rec room in 30 minutes. By the sparring area.
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Alright.
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[And on the back of his jacket, which is immediately evident should Achilles come to the training area. 76 is waiting, but not idle--he's wailing on a punching bag with no small amount of enthusiasm. It's not threatening in the least.]
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He gives a small wave and an affable grin as he approaches, undeterred by the way he zealously pummels the punching bag. You humans... don't impress him much. ]
76? I'm Rider. [ Holding his hand out for a shake -- though he'll take his wrist instead of the palm of his hand.
Will he pry himself away from that punching bag or... ]
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It seems like he's not sure what to do with Rider's extended hand, but he decides to shake it after a protracted moment.]
Good to meet you.
[Maybe? He's not sure yet.]
Did you need something from me?
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How about a round?
Surely it's more fun punching something that can actually fight back.
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At least, on a surface level. 76 raises an eyebrow, like he finds the proposal a little strange. Still, there are few better ways to get to know someone than engaging them in combat. Perhaps that’s what Rider is getting at, but 76 is naturally a suspicious sort.]
Came down here to fight me, huh?
[He says that with a wry grin that indicates he might be making a joke, but there’s some genuine curiosity in it as well.]