Come into the light child.

Doucet evening dress ca. 1910

Passion Pit - Carried Away

Listen, I don’t really know youAnd I don’t think I want toBut I think I can fake it if you canLet’s agree there’s no need, no more talk of moneyLet’s just keep pretending to be friends

Geraldine stood in the middle of the large training room located somewhere within the halls of the Institute. It’s vast area was filled with training dummies, punching bags and countless other things needed to keep a Champion in peak physical condition. The woman’s hands were wrapped in tape as she punched a bag of sand with all her might. Today her robes of white and scarlet were missing, replaced with simple pants and binding around her chest. A sounds suddenly shook around the empty room, scaring Geraldine, making her punch the bag far harder than intended and crushing her fingers somewhat, she let out a shriek. Turning around a figured was framed in the door. From what she could tell the person was confused.

Geraldine smiled at him, still gripping her tender hand. “Well, this facility has thousands of different weapons to train with, stations and even a magic training room.” she gestured to a door in the left corner of the room. An ornate rune atop the door showed that someone was currently inside training.

"Also you’re alright. It sounded like you hurt your hand, though," he added.

Passion Pit - Carried Away

Listen, I don’t really know youAnd I don’t think I want toBut I think I can fake it if you canLet’s agree there’s no need, no more talk of moneyLet’s just keep pretending to be friends

Geraldine stood in the middle of the large training room located somewhere within the halls of the Institute. It’s vast area was filled with training dummies, punching bags and countless other things needed to keep a Champion in peak physical condition. The woman’s hands were wrapped in tape as she punched a bag of sand with all her might. Today her robes of white and scarlet were missing, replaced with simple pants and binding around her chest. A sounds suddenly shook around the empty room, scaring Geraldine, making her punch the bag far harder than intended and crushing her fingers somewhat, she let out a shriek. Turning around a figured was framed in the door. From what she could tell the person was confused.

"No, not lost," he shook his head, "Just trying to assert what I should train myself in."

She could see a peach eyepatch with the emblem of a bandaged heart concealing an eye injury which needed surgery to heal.

"One of my favourite Champions suggested I stay out of trouble and be careful; so I don’t accrue further injuries, I took my anti-arrhythmics and find myself in need of stress relief elsewhere," he explained. He didn’t know if she entered any Fields of Justice matches alongside him, but he presumed as such due to a number of Summoners being vaguely familiar to him from occasional partnerships.