Trust Me Bro, All Natty [Lukas/Meninas]

The figure in question was an increasingly familiar one to those who visited the training area often. There wasn’t a day where Meninas skipped out, having made her daily workout a part of her routine. It was second nature and today, she’d planned on testing out another of Ehefra’s programs, one that was apparently meant to increase one’s strength and vitality. Music to the tall Sternritter’s ears and the pink haired woman was more than just a little excited to get started.

Yet, it appeared that the room was already claimed and there was an awkward moment where Meninas thought that perhaps she’d walked in on something that she shouldn’t. The figure in front of her seemed to be struggling a tough with his own regime, using a more old fashioned form of strength training. Given her method had been lifting cars and hay bales back home though, the six footer certainly approved of the older ways and from the looks of it, his method seemed to be working, brutally so.

In the end, she managed to fight off her anxiousness and enter the room fully, knowing that the only way she’d ever get over her own social struggles was by interacting more with her fellow Quincy. She was improving all the time but there was still that annoying awkwardness around strangers that just wouldn’t leave her alone.

“Are you all right?” She asked, instantly regretting her choice of introduction. It probably just came off as either silly or patronising, which wasn’t her intention at all.

In truth, Meninas was simply relieved that she hadn’t said something stupid and there was a slight relaxing of her broad shoulders as he spoke to her. The Sternritter could quite comfortably fight a more powerful enemy and show barely any fear, yet put her in a room with someone she didn’t know and it was almost a completely different story. It was daft and she was doing her utmost to handle her anxiousness with people but it was a slow process, annoyingly so. Ehefra, Anis and Nanaly were all so chirpy and talkative, which made the more reclusive woman feel almost inadequate at times.

The man before her certainly looked as though he’d seen better days and while Meninas wasn’t the type to make light of such things, it was difficult not to notice. Still, she underestimated noone and assumed that he was more than likely far more formidable than she. After all, Meninas was still a rookie among the Vandenreich and as she’d been taught by Ehefra, there was much still for her to learn. Not every problem could be solved by punching it in the face, unfortunately for the pink haired woman, who kind of wished it could.

When he made an offhand comment regarding training, Meninas felt compelled to answer, her curiosity growing. “If you have any routines or techniques that you’d like to share then I’d appreciate the chance to learn from you. Never know what tricks our enemies are going to pull, after all.” She replied, her Scottish accent as thick as ever. “I’m Meninas, by the way, Meninas McAllon.”