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â Itâs an easy thing to confuse being a hero with a stable job; everyone knows that you barely get any thanks until you go public, much less a paycheck, so who would wanna rescue ungrateful civilians anyway? It is every time she thinks negatively about her... occupation that she remembers it is what Ophelia would have wanted, as well as her parents and herself; usually it is on rainy days such as this one that she turns her nostalgic train of thought to a productive one and walks to her neighborhood gym.
â Usually, said gym is only ghosted by Astrid at night, where it is emptiest and most private, due to the businessâ 24-hour schedule. She lifts, boxes, runs, the usual activities you would do on a regular gym day, plus practicing some moves to fight with and trying out new ones in the comfort of neglected security cameras and the rare, lone sound of a locker slamming shut. Now, however, she has turned to the gym much earlier than usual at some kind hour of the afternoon, but is in turn gladly greeted by only a few regulars and one new face.
â Said new face is, of course, a familiar one and not; familiar in the way that she has seen her before, unknown in the way that it was only once. A kind face, a young face, unfortunately inexperienced but seemingly at home, and immediately Astrid was worried becauseâ could it be the same girl that helped me-- no, thatâs impossible âshe resembled someone she didnât think she wanted to see again (for a reasonable purpose).
â She resolves to ignore the girl in favor of the bench press, in which her usual number was 137; when she first joined that gym she was told by a lady that over a hundred was extremely impressive for her small size, so Astrid stuck to that goal and never let go. She likes to say that it shows. Still, while she worked, she would occasionally glance at the girl and try to make out her face from wherever she had seen her before, hoping for any clue to her identity.
