BIG SWEATY GYM TIMES/TORTURE

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[The Nexus gym is particularly loud and noisy today, as someone is in there barking orders like a standard drill sergeant, except the said orders are in Russian. The treadmill is rattling and rolling at a high speed, and there is the sound of feet clopping along on it in their frantic rhythm.

At the back corner upon entry, there is the large, imposing figure of Volgin, still quite large and still very imposing even in casual dress. He is currently overseeing the forced fitness regimen of one of the Raikovs he had come to grow some attachment to (as he is aware of clones in this place, but still grasping the concept). Fed up with this pattern of fattening Raikovs, the Soviet giant is determined to rectify the problem. Once a GRU colonel in charge of his own unit (in this Volgin's particular case), the proper care and maintenance of his men was a high priority and body shape was among those concerns.

No man looked like Volgin at his age without proper self-discipline! Like a good commanding officer, he feels it is his proper duty to keep his men in shape if they are so foolish as to let their discipline slip. There would be consequences.

Starting with this one.

Whenever Raikov's pace slackens, Volgin coolly holds a hand out, and a good electric probe to his asscheek helps him right back along. His face is locked for the time being into a stony indifference. No matter what sounds Raikov makes or how much he complains: There is a price to pay for letting such a beautiful body grow soft, and there will be correction.]

((OOC: Open post, anyone is free to walk in and interact in any way you see fit! Sometimes they're both there, sometimes Ivan is left there and Volgin is off doing something in another room. Pretty briefly, if he's out.))

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[colonelcrotchgrab]

I don't.

[He rose a brow (the existence of his eyebrows a matter of debate).]

Is that unusual?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She nodded.]

I've... never really heard of anyone here who wasn't here permanently.

Where do you live then?

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Away.

[That was as much as he could reveal.

This troubled Volgin however; he was not sure if he could become a resident here if he wanted to.

His Infernally loaned life had its terms and conditions.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

Away?

[The look on Rose's face was confused.]

But that's not possible is it? You can't just leave the Nexus can you?

[ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY WALK INTO THE NEXUS]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[I HAS A TREBUCHET.]

I... can.

[His superstitious self tingled uncomfortably.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She didn't quite look like she believed him, but she didn't press it.]

[Changing the topic...]

So you're here to train him?

[She nodded in Raikov's direction, mildly uncomfortable that Volgin was over here instead of a comfortable distance away, like he was before.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Something was... very wrong.

People can't leave here?

The monstrous predator of a man was starting to show signs of visible discomfort. They were quickly masked away; he was not going to show weakness in the presence of this... woman.]

He is fat.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[If there's one thing Rose is good at it's making people feel uncomfortable.]

[She looked from Raikov to Volgin, and back.]

Fat? [He looked about right to her.] He doesn't look fat to me...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[I WILL BE MANLY AND NOT SHOW IT.

Volgin watched her, perhaps ... lingering his gaze a bit on Raikov's running posterior.

It was a very nice posterior.

He turned (regretfully) away to this woman.]

He is fat. [His tone is firm.]

I am helping him get rid of it.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

Does he want to get rid of it?

[Now that she thought about it, that yelling before didn't exactly sound encouraging as much as it did threatening.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

I will get rid of it. [It was an opinionated, building roar.]

He does not need it. A fat, lazy man is a sick man.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Aaand Rose is going to back away from the agitated man a few steps.]

But if you overwork him he might get injured...

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin narrowed his eyes, as the woman cowered away. That felt good to see. She should be cowering.

His smirk was one of cruel delight, as his tone dipped back down into a faux-calm:]

That is an unfortunate consequence of pushing a man to his limits.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Rose frowned deeply at that. She might be cowering but she's not very good at shutting her mouth.]

If your concern is over his health then wouldn't getting him hurt defeat the purpose?

[colonelcrotchgrab]

There is hurt, and then there is pain.

[He licked his lips.]

I find pain a fine motivator.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Rose suddenly decided she didn't quite like this man very much.]

But if he ends up pulling a muscle, he won't be able to exercise until he recovers, which would probably make him gain weight.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[A good idea. Many others would agree with you, Rose.]

Then he needs to control his food intake.

I can help him with that. I am aware of his... problem with food.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

...Does he want you to train him?

[She really should shush, but she didn't want to leave someone out to dry who needed someone to help. It didn't help that the other man kind of looked like Jack from a little bit away.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Just a little bit, but crotch grabbing fixed any identity issues that might arise from that, you see.]

I know what's best for him.

[He narrowed his eyes, curling his lip. He might have come closer for the sake of further intimidation.]

Your concern is misplaced.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Aaand she's going to take a step back again.]

There's nothing wrong with being concerned for someone's wellbeing.

[Her voice was a bit less confident now. VOLGIN USED INTIMIDATE!]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[I JUST LOWERED YOUR ATTACK BY ONE LEVEL HA.]

He is no one you should be concerned about.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Pft Rose's attack sucks anyway.]

What if I go talk to him? Will he say otherwise?

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin makes sure to block sight of the puffing Raikov with his bulk. He also is trying to leer over Rose, which isn't too hard for the likes of him anyway.]

You don't need to.

His fondness for the English language and women ... are quite poor.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[That made Rose pause, she didn't know any other language so could she even talk to him?]

He doesn't like women?

[That sounds kind of silly, not to like an entire group of people because of their gender. And she's going to inch away from Volgin about now too.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Good. Back away from the Raikov. Volgin might be taking a step closer to two to ensure the distance.]

He leaves them to me.

[His voice had dipped into a softer, sleek purr, an uncharacteristic velvet, but that smile that followed was something among the obvious lines of sadistic. A fondness for his other past inflicted horrors on others, likely.]