Morning exercise: Open

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Ludwig enjoyed early mornings. They were quiet, and peaceful, and allowed him to get work done before the rest of the base really came alive.
He was up every morning at 0500, ready to eat a small meal at his officer's apartment and be on the training grounds to start his morning exercise by 0515 at the latest.

Any later and his exercises would interfere with the new recruits reporting for training sessions at 0600, and he needed to be showered and and ready to meet the day in his office by 0700.
Not that it would take him anywhere close that length to prepare for the day.

He began to stretch, preparing for a light jog and then perhaps pushups. It was important to keep his muscles active during the times he was on desk duty, after all.

( any military folk who want to join are welcome.)

[Natalya Arlovskaya]

Natalya wasn't a particularly early riser, nor was she a particularly late sleeper, and she considered her schedule to be relatively normal. Normal for a standard soldier anyway. Though she wasn't immune to the occasion slight insomnia spells brought about by whatever reasons that may arrive. She had been given a rough run-through of the daily schedule on base, and though she would prefer to keep to herself most of the time, being so private would cause some suspicion and trouble that she didn't need.

The blonde didn't expect the morning excercises to be much different from what she was used to. There would always be somebody up early to get some private time before everyone else came rushing in. What she didn't expect was for it to be the same man in command of the the place, and the same man who had greeted her first upon her arrival at Londinium. He did look like the strict type, however, so she supposed that she shouldn't have let the notion that he liked to be up early escape her. But oftentimes, the higher up a soldier was in the ranks, they spent more times with administrative duties than with much else.

Finding a bench, Natalya headed towards it, tying her hair up in a ponytail high on her head, forgoing the usual bow that went atop her head. Dressed in a tank top and pants long enough to hide the silver glint of her leg from flashing out too noticeably, but loose enough to not contour to the obviously not natural shape of it, she started stretching as well.

It wasn't the standard warm-up regimen that most people used, though it was very similar. The only different was that she added a few different types of stretches. Anybody familiar with dance would see that there were warm-ups usually done by dancers thrown in there, particularly ballet. It would explain why she had the physique of a dancer--she didn't look particularly strong, and looked more 'lean' than anything, but it was still mostly muscle.

Training sessions for the new recruits should be coming eventually, and she was curious to see what their usual training repetoire was, though getting in some training of her own was her goal here right now was as well.

[z_faecakes]

Early to bed, early to rise. That was Vash's policy in life. Well, one of them. Having been in service for a few years, he'd gotten rather used to the early morning routines. He wasn't per say a fan of them, still being half awake for the first half-hour after getting up or so. To accommodate this, he got himself up a bit earlier and took a usual morning routine of practicing his firearms in a legal training ground. The backfire of the guns jolting him into alertness would have him ready by the dictated time he needed to report in. Granted it was a bit costly to go through a round of bullets every morning, it didn't come without it's benefits. Vash was rising through the ranks with his practiced skill. The sooner a promotion in rank the better the pay, and respectability.

With a dusted gun barrel resting on his shoulder, the unmistakable scent of gun powder and earth glowing around his person, Switzerland walked to entered the training grounds, alert and ready. Glancing over he saw none of the other recruits had reported in yet, well, he supposed he was fairly early. There was one other militant out though. A young woman who looked to have been there well in advance, doing an elaborate set of stretches. Vash found himself blushing after a moment, turning his head away so as not to seem disrespectful for starring. Even though, in all honesty, no one would consider a half second glance as being abnormal.

Removing his holstered gun from his back, Vash laid it aside in the appropriate area along with a few hidden knives and various pistols. He took it upon himself to stretch out a bit as well then. Mainly he exercised his arms, since they were his most valuable asset in a fight. It didn't however mean his legs weren't powerless. Switzerland was one of the fastest when it came to the wall climb. Adventuring over the rocky unforgiving slopes back home in the Alps taught him that.

< I decided that maybe this post would be perhaps the first time Vash meets Natalya ^^ ; IDK what you wanted to do. I'm always open to modifying my post >

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Ludwig straightened from a stretch, carefully rolling his spine up one by one so as not to undo any of the good the exercise provided. It was far too easy to inure one's self if one did not do these things properly, after all. He did not know whether to frown or smile as he noticed the other two who had chosen to exercise as early as he. It wasn't uncommon for others on the base to have the same thoughts as him, but it was also not uncommon for him to have the training grounds completely to himself and he was not sure this was a day where he felt like sharing the quiet.

He nodded to them both, and let his careful discipline keep him from staring at the new transfer's leg, swathed in loose and practical fabric. He'd read about it in her file, or course, but he couldn't help but wonder what it actually looked like or how it worked. Such thoughts were not appropriate for the morning calm though, so he filed them away.

"Guten Morgen, Lieutenant Belarus, Lieutenant Swiss."

( First meetings work for me. also i think vash and lud would be friends-ish, as much as their positions and personalities would allow.)

[z_faecakes]

Glancing over his shoulder at the greeting. Seeing as it was the commanding officer, he straightened up and saluted in greeting to the other.

"Morgen Captain," Vash replied with swift sound, "Do you have our assignment roster for the day prepared?"

[Natalya Arlovskaya]

Finished with the warm-ups, Natalya turned around to see who else had entered the facility, only to notice the captain approaching both of them. As she began to head swiftly towards them, the young woman used the time to survey quickly over the one who had just arrived. He had short blonde hair that framed his face, and a neutral expression on his face.

Any other observations were cut short as she turned to give the captain a salute as well, though hers was followed by silence.

(Edited)

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Ludwig acknowledged both his subordinate's salutes with a crisp nod. The duty roster was waiting, neatly organized and paperclipped on his desk, to be posted when he returned to the office. He supposed this was a good opportunity, as the roster he'd diligently typed out last night concerned both of the soldiers in front of him.

"I do. You'll be patrolling as usual, though I'm afraid to say I must change up your routine." Ludwig turned slightly to the quiet woman, gesturing at the gunman. though they were all soldiers, it would not be proper to forgo the correct forms of introduction "Airman Belarus, may I introduce Airman Swiss? He is my Navigator and gunman, when the Berliner is on active status. I believe he will be an excellent guide for you. "

Ludwig shifted from foot to foot, trying to keep his legs limber. he had yet to start his usual round of laps.