Derp (Vincent)

[Forrest & Skye Cheng]

New trainer~! Whee~!

It wasn't that the twins were particularly bad students (at least they didn't think so, were they?), but well... They did have a habit of tiring out trainers, apparently, with their high energy, short attention span, and knack for getting into trouble. Although their last one had actually retired, so it wasn't their fault! Unless he retired because of them...

Nahhh.

They knew a little bit about this new guy, but not a lot. He was Japanese, tall, had a pretty daughter (whom they hadn't met but had admired from afar)... All stuff they picked up from being little social butterflies and generally following gossip and news. They'd seen him around, though, and were excited to get to know him.

The duo arrived early for the session, both practically thrumming with energy. They had no idea what the guy had planned.... But they had something in mind, which was currently wrapped up very carefully inside the gym bag Skye had thrown over his shoulder. It would wait for after the session was over.

Hehehehehe.

"Mr. Meian sirrrr?" Skye called out as they entered the room. The blonde deposited the bag against the wall and bounced further into the room, Forrest right by his side.

"We're ready to train!" The darker-haired boy dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups, and Skye snickered, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Hopefully, Mr. Meian sir had a lot of patience. It would take a lot to keep the boys focused.

[Vincent Meian]

Once again, it looked like a set of students had been dropped into his lap by someone who had decided they were more trouble that they were worth. Not that this surprised the Japanese man - he'd grown far too used to it over his career. Still, it would have been a courtesy to ask if his work load had room available for another student. Or, pair, in this case.

Gestalts were a very interesting meta group for the trainer. In one way, they were effectively limited psychics; they could hear and act on thoughts from a single other person who shared their consciousness. In another, they were physically powered in wide variety; heightened speed, endurance, strength, and reflexes... but only for one. A properly trained gestalt pair would be entirely one person and be able to move two bodies as if they were only moving one. There would be little to no individuality, and the pair of people would become something both entirely themselves and something else. Training such a power wasn't hard. Helping the students overcome their own individuality was.

Seeing the pair in the room before him, Vincent's immediate impression of responsibility melted quickly under the inherent silliness of the twins. This was going to be... interesting. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes remarkably well, the trainer placed the file he had on a nearby desk and replied without appearing that he'd noticed the antics. "Good - then we will begin with mirroring exercises."

While it sounded simple for a gestalt pair. mirroring exercises were actually quite difficult for someone with two perspectives. If they succeeded resoundingly, it was likely that the boys weren't fully in-sync yet; if they failed spectacularly, they were becoming one person faster than their bodies could keep up. Somewhere in between was ideal, of course. It was a good exercise to judge how far they were into their training without relying on their own observations.

"Face away from each other, and stand still," he ordered, leaning back against the desk with his arms folded over his chest. "I will recite a series of movements, which you will then duplicate exactly as I state. After you have memorized these steps, you will face each other, and one will mirror the other at the same speed. Do you understand?"

[Forrest & Skye Cheng]

Yeah... The twins definitely weren't doing too well on this 'syncing' thing just yet. While they communicated alright and were able to sync up when they did dance routines, the two weren't ready to be the same person yet; it was just weird, even if they'd been growing closer throughout their days since hey manifested. Skye was still more outgoing, and Forrest liked studying, though these two habits had started to fade and become more meshed with the other. And they bickered all the time... Which was half-act, half-real, since a lot of what they did was put on to entertain other people.

And so this whole training business was weird and they didn't particularly like it, although they didn't hate it either. And there was a reason they had 'accidentally' missed the gestalt pair meeting a while back in order to work on choreography instead.

Wow, he was tall! Both of the boys beamed at Vincent as he acknowledged them; Forrest popped to his feet, his rather scrawny arms already tired from his little exercises. "Aren't you gonna ask which of us is which?" Skye chirped, expecting a less... Sudden jump into training. Despite their declaration of readiness, both of the boys were antsy, twitchy, and unlikely to stand still for any length of time.

And what the heck were mirroring exercises? Was this something they should have done before now? If so, neither of them could recall.

The two eyed each other, then looked at Vincent, shrugging at the same time. "If you say so, Mr. Meian sir," the darker-haired twin spoke up. Forrest did as he was told, facing away from his brother while still rolling on the balls of his feet and swinging his arms around. Skye didn't even do that well - he tried to spin around on his heel, but ended up catching his foot on the ground and tumbled, promptly landing on his butt.

"Uuhhh... Is this one of the movements?" he giggled, kicking out with his foot to try to knock his brother off-balance too. However, of course, Forrest knew it was coming and nimbly hopped out of the way, only to lose his own balance when he tried to land too gracefully and ended up on his back.

"I don't think we're doing it right," he grunted, rubbing his butt as he sat up. They both shot embarrassed grins to their trainer; well, if this wasn't a test of his humor, they didn't know what was.

[Vincent Meian]

Ah, the question with twins of the same gender, let alone identical twins - which is which? Fortunately, he had an answer to that. "Would you have spoken honestly if I had?"

The most truthful answer for prankish personalities was usually, of course, 'no', though a denial of any such thing was far more common. Besides, there were photographs in the training file, and if nothing else he'd just get them used to being called by their last name as a single entity. He could probably also figure it out from the way they acted and how they spoke to each other, if it really bothered them.

The address seemed a little odd to him; he hadn't heard anyone else being given a Mr./Mrs. title in conjunction with a 'sir'. It made enough sense to the veteran that he didn't object - apparently 'sir' was an address for an armed forced... officer? Something. He still wasn't too up-to-date on all of that. It was still odd that the pair would call him such, though.

Of course, with the pair as energetic as they were, they collapsed into a pile of silliness almost immediately. While certainly not amused from a teaching perspective, Vincent had expected this to a certain degree from the minute he walked in. They were too... there were words that described it, but none that fit well. Restless, he supposed. That would have to do.

"No, you are not," the trainer answered simply, though his tone wasn't disappointed or humored. "But it is a start. It simply means that you need a focusing exercise before we begin training." Pondering this a moment, as he didn't have students simply run laps or do stretches until they were ready to train, he added, "Do you have a physical hobby? Martial arts, running, dance perhaps?"

It wasn't an educated guess, merely an inquiry. If the boys had a routine of something, it would be an easy stepping stone to engage them in more beneficial activities later. And he could tailor lesson plans around interests they already had.

[Forrest & Skye Cheng]

The twins shot each other looks, bewildered by their trainer's already familiar assumption with what they were going to do. "... Maybe..." Skye mumbled, crossing his arms behind his back and looking away guiltily. At least, in their case, they did a little to keep people from confusing them - while Forrest's hair was naturally dark, Skye kept his dyed blonde. They so far had yet to refer to themselves as a single person, even though they were aware that they probably should start getting used to it; they were only (hopefully) going to be at Hammel for a couple more years, after all, and they should be synced by the time they graduated.

"I'm Forrest, and he's Skye," the darker-haired twin announced truthfully. "Uh, just in case... Yeah..." He guessed it didn't really matter.

Their nickname for him, fortunately or unfortunately, would likely stay. Coming from them, addressing adults by their last name along with 'sir' was the highest of respect! It didn't go to just anyone.

But, yikes... He didn't even crack a smile at their antics! Both of the boys sobered up a bit as he agreed with them, expecting some sort of punishment, maybe, but when none appeared to be coming, they both stood on their skinny little legs and listened to what he was saying. "Focusing exercise...?" Skye asked. That... Sounded like torture! When he went on further to explain, though, the two looked at each other, wide-eyed. "Uh, well... We, um, we do dance," Skye admitted a bit sheepishly.

"We've been working on a specific choreography, actually," Forrest admitted, scuffing a shoe. "Do, uh... Do you want us to do it, or...?" The possibility that they could practice one of their hobbies during training was sort of hard to believe, but definitely a good way to get the two more engaged in their practice.

"It's K-pop," Skye said for fair warning. He didn't know how their trainer felt about that, considering how... Well, sort of emotionless he seemed to be. At least he wasn't mean, right? Yeah!