Iron Fist [Action]

[commissionergrump]

[There's too many pokemon for Gordon's office, or home, to even hope to host now, so he's been seen at the habitat more and more often. He's there today, jacket off, holster no in attendance, as he sits on a rock, smoking.]

[Gathered around him are most of his bonded pokémon. Lauren the Shroomish and Mike the Squirtle separated by Rex the Herdier, while Don the Mankey, the newest edition, is off chasing after some Aipom. A Porygon zips around the group in tight circles, vocalizing constantly.]

Mint Tea, Mint Tea, Mint Tea, Mint Tea...

[Mac is working a punching bag, light, but plenty big for the Tyrogue.]

Hands up!

[Mac nods, and keeps one hand up while punching at the bag, no real power to the hits, but plenty of intent.]

Comments

[conquerorofwaves]

[Well the Habitat is Sinbad's new favorite place in the city proper. He's balancing on the ball of his feet, crouched hand, hands over his knees as he's carrying on conversations with passing pokemon who seem amused by his eager curiosity. He perks up at the sound of bags punching and hops off the bench, with a Dratini slithering afterwards]

Getting in some training today?

[commissionergrump]

[Gordon glances over, curious.]

Mac trains most days. He's been real driven lately, though.

[Gordon glances at the Dratini, considering.]

[conquerorofwaves]

Really?

[He turns to Mac, flashing a quiet grin]

Got someone in mind you gotta beat?

[He spots the glance, and shrugs as he holds his arms behind his head]

His name's Badr, and he's been with me since he was a baby.

[commissionergrump]

[Mac doesn't respond, not verbally, but he attacks the bag with renewed vigor.]

Don't think I've seen you around before.

[He offers the young man his hand.]

Jim Gordon.

[conquerorofwaves]

[He shakes firmly, his hands are quite calloused - probably used to a lot of heavy work]

Name's Sinbad, I just arrived here a couple days ago, Nice to meet you Mr. Gordon.

[commissionergrump]

[Gordon's handshake is equally firm, but less calloused.]

Behaving yourself?

[It's friendly enough, but there's an expectation that the question be answered. Of course, he doesn't expect some new smuggler or whatever to turn up in the habitat, followed by a baby dragon.]

Keep those hands up!

[This last is shouted to the Tyrogue, who adjusts his form, and, as he tap tap tap punch, tap tap tap punches away at the bag, builds speed and force.]

[conquerorofwaves]

[He shrugs at the question]

Yeah, think so. Don't know all the social protocols of Union yet so might end up stepping on some toes without meaning to so to speak.

[commissionergrump]

[Gordon nods at that, but smiles.]

Good. Hate to have a newcomer causing trouble. We've had a fair share of that already this month.

[It's a good natured comment, far less harsh and xenophobic than it could be. This is what apparently passes for 'Welcome to Union' for Gordon.]

How are you finding it? I've only traveled a little.

[conquerorofwaves]

[He's really been impressed by the sheer friendliness of the people]

So I heard, rumors of it got pretty far, and I ended up coming here to help with a friend of mine, but those unnatural squalls delayed us until it was over. As for Union...

[He shuddered]

It's too cold

[Doesn't help as a part dragon-type, he has double the weakness towards ice]

[commissionergrump]

[Gordon chuckles at that, looking the young man over.]

You've got to dress for it.

[He glances to Mac, who continues to pound on the bag, building speed and power, seeming to be approaching some sort of break through.]