Description: Aranha is looking to recruit members for a team for some sort of tournament. For whatever reasons, his mind turns to a certain handyman at the YFCC.
Aranha has kept his ears to the streets concerning the fighting world and when he heard about the team tournaments he wanted to get involved. He just had one problem. He didn't have a team of his own. It was problem he could eventually fix though it would take some time and it would take some leg work.
In his attempt to find an unaligned fighter a name came up. Zach Glen. The Dancing Spider didn't have a chance to fight him directly but he had heard of him before, plus he was a Chaos Agent in his match against Naerose. When Aranha looked up his fighting records he found that they've both had a similarities in their list of opponents but differing results speaking to different strengths and experiences. From that aspect that was the type of fighter that Aranha wanted on his team.
There was another factor that Aranha needed to look into and that was team chemistry. That type of thing, Aranha needed to look into personally, which was why he found himself at the YFCC, for the second time in his life.
It's cold, and snowing. This means, of course, that the walks outside the YFCC are covered in the white stuff. That means that =someone= has to shovel the snow off of the sidewalks. That task falls to Zach Glen: YFCC Groundskeeper and General Handyman. Unlike some of the others involved in the Center, Zach does not teach classes. Untill just recently, he did not have a practice partner that would benefit him in a meaningful way.
In the meantime, he still has a job to do, and so Aranha hears that rhythmic sound of a shovel hitting snow, followed by snow hitting more snow.
The capoeirista hears the sounds of the shovel and if not for the snow he could see himself dancing to the beat of shovel to ground and snow to snow. It is that sound that brings him to Zach.
"Hey there, Zach. I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment?" He steps off to the side putting himself in view of the maintainance man but keepingout of the way of the flying snow.
Zach looks up at Aranha even as he pulls the shovel free from the snow and places the head of it behind his noggin... just in time to catch a snowball. Strength of wrist holds the tool in place as Zach exhales calmly. Kids.
"Sure... I guess," Zach says. He's not sure about this; he doesn't know Aranha from Adam past that one fight where his job was to simply hit whomever. "Need to make it quick, though. I have to mop the lobby again soon. Midday rush and all that."
Aranha blinks as the snow ball flies for Zach's head. The capoeirista looks at the man shoveling the snow and he can't determine if the no-look deflection of the snowball was luck or actual skill. Which if baffling to him since he's normally more perceptive when it comes to that type of thing.
Considering that Zach is indeed a busy man, Aranha takes it upon himself to move towards a bag of salt and reaches in to begin salting the path that Zach recently shoveled. "Well you've probably heard of an upcoming tournament coming up soon." He begins flinging out more salt. "The thing about this tournament is that you need to have a team to compete. They'll turn anyone away who tries to compete as a single entrant."
"No, actually, I hadn't," Zach says earnestly. The deflection was a bit of both; he had seen the start of the snowball fight earlier. The timing of it, =that= was luck. But isn't that always the case? "I've had my hands full here at the center since that Jinchuu thing, really. It's... been good."
Zach sets the shovel down, and scoops up some snow himself. He takes a moment to mold the clump, his actions speaking of several Cleveland winters of practice as he leans back and wings the snowball lefty to smack loudly at the feet of the aggressing youth. Attention gotten, Zach shakes his head as if to say 'you don't want to do that.'
Glen had to assert snowball dominance early. It was the only way to be sure.
"So I'm guessing you're here to recruit me, or at least feel out my interest, right?" Zach asks as he picks up the shovel again, taking another bite into the snow, "Why?"
"Pretty much." Pretty much confirming the other fighter's belief in Aranha's intentions. As for the why, Aranha begins speaking about his reasons. "I've seen your fight records. We have had a similar list of opponents and differing results which means you bring a differing set of strengths and experiences to the table."
He then glances over to the kid and then above him to the tree with lots of snow in the branches to discourage him from throwing a snow ball at him. Or atleast not while he's standing under the tree. "Also, I wouldn't mind having someone to train with. The main reason, however, is that a team of one isn't really a team now is it?"
Zach considers for a moment, his grip tightening on the shovel for a moment. "Or that my luck ran in different directions," he quips. He shovels down the walk a bit more. "I need to think about it. I don't know that I would be a good person to train with. My... abilities..." Zach pauses. "I don't think there would be a lot that I could help you learn." Other than how to deal with that unique flavor of pain that only Psycho Power can bring you.
"Well how about this?" He glances at the shovel first then the bag of salt before looking at the maintainance man again. His hand reaches into the bag to sprinkle the path with more salt. "I'll help you with mopping the floors and whatever else needs to be done. And afterwards, we can determine how much can be learned from -each other-. I seriously doubt that this will be a one-way street."
Aranha steps back away from the bag and shrugs as he looks at Zach. "It's up to you."
Zach looks around for a moment, gears turning in his head. "I have a better idea. I'm off Friday. We can finish this talk then," Zach says. He's pretty sure how that talk is going to go, and he had promised someone else a match later today. It would not do to bring anything other than his A Game for that person.
"Friday?" He pauses for a moment. "Works for me. Take it easy." He then grabs one last handful of salt and moves down the walk way continuing to salt the path that Zach had cleared with his shovel, or atleast as far as that amount of salt will go. It's the least he could do after taking up the man's time at his job.
"Look forward to it," Zach says as he bends his back to his work. You can't be sure if that was a directive or a statement of emotional state.
Log created on 13:04:50 01/30/2008 by Zach, and last modified on 15:02:26 01/30/2008.