Alice would walk in wearing a thick comfy looking jacket as her long snow white hair trails behind her. She had found a new candy store and was eating without paying much attention where she was going. By the time she finally stopped to look around she would notice the advertisements and tilt her head wondering what it was even for. She could tell it had a slightly familiar person on it but without any words she didn't know what to make of it. Did this person think they were famous, not that she'd know them even if they were.

walking inside the studio, Alice finds a largely empty space, with mirrors lined along the walls looking back onto the occupants within. In the middle of this one room, a young, silver-haired man seems to have been meditating, or pretending to anyways. Upon the sound of a door opening, the man jumps up, pirouetting in the air before landing in a bow Aha!! My very first disciple I see, I take it you must have come here after gazing upon my godly countenance from outside. Have you steeled your body and mind for the arduous training ahead of you? Grimnir doesn't even bother giving out his name, apparently assuming it was fully legible on the outside posters.

"Art thou the entertainer god from that gym?" She would put a finger to her chin and begin thinking hard "Who art thou again?" she tilted her head like a question mark was floating over her.

Grimnir initially falls forward, lying collapsed on the ground for a moment as he mutters something inaudible into the floor. In a few moments he composes himself, flipping forward as he springs back to his feet, signature spear out of hand Who am I? I am Grimnir, the Mad Cyclone and Heaven's Chosen God of War, sent down upon the earth to scour evil from the very surface of this plane. A true warrior of epic exploit, my prowess is unmatched amongst the nine realms. And so, with so many others here, I thought it worthwhile to offer my own glorious services as a teacher. Fantastic is it not? Grimnir bows once more with a smug grin on his face, before spinning around and pointing to Alice I take it that is what you came for yes, seeking my glorious guidance in attaining a skill truly worthy of the gods?

Alice shook her head as she looked up at Grimnir. "Thine offer is kind but I hath no interest" she said as she ate another piece of candy from the bag in her hand. Though the truth was she honestly didn't think he had anything he could teach her either. "What is the name of thine fighting style?" she tilted her head

Grimnir hangs his head for a moment, all that effort put into showing off too, and for what? Nothing bu.... Well, the girl was at least asking questions, that's better than nothing. Grimnir stands straight, lifting his right foot and bending his leg to thrust his knee outwards as he balances on one foot I practice a self-made style I like to call the Tempest's Fury, focusing not on direct confrontation, but rather on narrow avoidance and harrowing, allowing me to dance around my foes while making them look like utter novices and working to channel the wind's majestic power in the most natural way possible, rendering it to be far more effective than those of a petty magician.

"Hoh~" she said while clapping her hands "Mind showing me then?" She said with a smile

Errr... Grimnir glances around the building, seeing as he had prctically just purchased it, it seems like a poor idea to destroy the place, but if he was going to be teaching anyways, he's going to be able to try out less.. Destructive things anyways It works best with an opponent, but I suppose I can show some of it. The man takes a deep breath, tying a thin, light-blue scarf loosely around his shoulders so as to let it flap in the oncoming breeze, before he beigns. The man starts simple, making large, sweeping motions with his arms as he takes a few steps to the side, soon, the dance begins to pick up, with Grimnir making a short hop and spinning a full 180 in the air, right leg extended so as to make a kick possible, before dipping low to the ground. A faint breeze can be felt around the room as his motions begin stirring up the air around them. From his position low to the ground, Grimnir reaches out arm out to his right side, using it as a focus point to pivot around his imaginary opponent in the middle of the floor while getting to his feet in one more large, sweeping motion. Once he does, the man pivots on his right foot, arm extended both to lash out at his enemy, and stir the wind up further, resulting in a slight chill as the wind begins swirling around the room, in spite of all the doors being shut. With that, Grimnir begins moving faster and faster, much like the winds of a tornado, he constantly moves around his would-be opponent, bringing the air in the room higher and higher, after a few more circles, his scarf begins fluttering wildly in the breeze, as no doubt some of Alice's loose clothing would be too, before Grimnir suddenly stops, allowing the wind to begin dying down slowly without his agitation and guidance I hope that was enough of a demonstration for you. Move too much faster and I risk breaking the mirrors all around the room. Grimnir grins and chuckles as he looks at his own reflection along the walls that would be like, seventy years bad luck at least. And trust me, when lady luck's got a grudge against you, nothing's going to work out right

Alice would giggle at his words but she had to admit it was an interesting display. So interesting in fact that he had picked her curiosity and she wanted to see more. "If that is the case, Then ye wouldst hesitate in this space?" she simply tapped the toe of her shoe on the ground but from the spot she did so you could here the sound of a single droplet of water breaking the waters surface. From the place he foot tapped the ground you see ripples spread out and as they spread out the scenery changes. The concrete ground now seemed as though it was made of glass yet each step taken would cause ripples to form as if you were on water. The sky was a deep beautiful blue as if this world knew nothing of pollution. If you looked at your reflection in the glass like water you would see that in the reflection you could see stars in the sky contrary to the side you were standing on. "Shall this suffice?"

What the.... Grimnir initially whirls around, pointing his left hand at Alice.... Only to realize he hadn't actually brought his spear with him. Taking a moment to calm himself, Grimnir brushes his hair off to the side Its a bit more complicated than that I'm afraid. While my power is practically limitless, it would be pitiful to use it on absolutely nothing. Only once I have found a foe worthy of my full wrath shall I exert myself to the fullest. And not just strength-wise either, a villain so vile the very starts could collapse upon them and the punishment still not be enough. To suggest anything less is not only an insult to my ability, but my honor as well. Without such standards of behavior, what would we be more than animals?

"tis so?" she would say tapping the toe of her shoe on the floor and like before the ripples would spread. They would find themselves back in the gym where they were but moments ago "how boring" she would say eating another piece of candy as she found a seat to plant her butt down. "How old are you?" a curious look on her face

Boring? You seriously intend to insult my honor repeatedly don’t you. I’ll overlook it on account of you being a little girl, that and this place isn’t really made for fighting anyways. Too much fragile stuff There would be a few chairs lining the front wall of the studio, simple cheap plastic ones that nonetheless are good enough to rest in. Grimnir sighs, returning to his seeming meditation on the floor with a somewhat annoyed expression You know, it’s rude to just come out and ask people’s age. I wouldn’t suggest doing it all the time. Of course, as an invincible and immortal war god I don’t mind revealing the true extent of my incredible history stretching back thousands of years.

"not interested" she would give him a dead pan look before noticing that she finished eating all of her candy. With a slightly annoyed expression she stares at the bag for a few seconds then looks up to Grimnir. "Do you have any candy?"

W... Grimnir sighs, shaking his head with a grimace Why would I be storing candy in a dance studio? Snacks are not exactly great to help hone one’s balance, fortitude, and focus are they?

The bag would turn to dust in her hands and she would stand up and begin stretching. "I guess that's enough teasing for now." After she stretches for about a minute she then looks at Grimnir "I hath not obtained any real exercise in a while, wouldst thee spar with me? I hath not anything else to do for now"

sorry for the long delay there, I was suddenly roped into cooking. Kind of an annoyance when it happens on such a sudden basis Grimnir mutters something to himself and shakes his head, before glancing back up at Alice, raising one finger Never thought I'd be the one to say this, but no. First, I don't fight children. Call it boring if you will, but there's no honor or glory to be had there. the man sighs raising a second finger as he continues Second, this is a dance studio, not a battlefield. I should know the difference better than anyone. Finally, Grimnir raises a third finger to resolve his points with a grin Lastly, I don't even have my weapon on me. It would be silly to begin combat entirely unarmed, even if its more for show.

"Muu~. Even though I'm far older than thee." She would mutter to herself with a pout. Alice would find herself quickly losing interest. No candy and no exercise. Why was she here again. She would sit back down once more and look around the place. "So what was thine purpose here then?"

Eh?? Didn't you read the poster? Grimnir proudly stands, a wide smile across his face as he opens his arms wide, giving a twirl to gesture to the space around him I thought people would flock to the opportunity to be trained by the one and only Tempest of Fury, Grimnir, in an art both ancient and effective, one which tests all of one's traits, poise, courage, strength, balance, agility, flexibility, and far more. Grimnir begins moving, starting with both feet pointed in front of him, before sliding his left foot off to the side, still pointed away, he raises both arms above his head, forming an arc over him, before standing on his right toe and jumping off to the side, performing a quick turn as he does so, and continuing it on the ground, balanced on his right foot as he performs another twist, left leg held out as he bends his knee down and straightens it back up, ending by leaning forward, arms spread out to the side with his left leg behind him One of the world's most ancient and impressive art forms which tests all these things I've listed and more, I spent years mastering it, honing my technique and bringing it with me onto the battlefield. Grimnir returns to a normal standing pose, right fist balled in front of his chest with the right elbow down I speak, of course, of Ballet.

"Thine crudely drawn pictures say nothing of the sort. Though admittedly I am surprised that thine talents involve dance. Usually gods are far more strict and narrow minded." she would say as she swung her legs back and forth on the chair.

Seriously? Grimnir places his right hand over his face with a sigh, shaking his head before returning to his usual cocky grin I can see why some mortals might think that, as we usually stay off to ourselves. When we do descend to this realm ‘‘tis often for a purpose. Off in Asgard even Odin himself is known for his love of theater. Why, I admire the movements, the grace enough to even turn it into my fighting style. It’s wide, sweeping motions are invaluable to stirring and guiding the winds to their fullest potential

Alex was looking for Wi-Fi when he came here, and when he heard the ballet spheal, he couldn't help but chuckle "Uhh, any *chuckle* Wi-Fi here?"

"For once I can agree with thee. Tis a shame this world doth not have more things of the sort. How does Odin fair nowadays?" She would seriously ask.

Grimnir initially glare's at Alex's laughter, only for his disgust to turn into more of a look of surprise Wi-Fi? What in the blazes is that? I've never seen any creatures in here at least. Grimnir, scratches the back of his head, muttering something inaudible before laughing nervously with a somewhat fainter smile than before Odin'sdoinggreatreally,Imean,aswellasthatoldguyeverisofcourseI'vebeentheretocheckreallywe'resuchgreatfriends hahahahaha

*Alex sits down* there actually was Wi-Fi

Alice almost fell out of her chair at the sudden nervous blathering. Impossible was the only thing she could think of. Could it be he doesn't actually know Odin? He definitely has the aura of divinity and though she can't be sure of his origins he himself claims to be a god from Asgard. Maybe she was missing something. It was obvious he was a new god simply from the fact he was treating her like a child but this was strange. "Wouldst it be possible....that thine acquaintance with Odin ring False?" she would half ask and half suspect

Hey hey, not so loud Grimnir runs over to hush Alice, laughing nervously as he takes away his hand to scratch the back of his head Err... Look, The Allfather’s a very busy man, he can’t exactly afford to hangout with small fry like me on the weekends right? I probably won’t even get to talk to him until we meet in the halls of Valhalla. Grimnir grins, laughing more legitimately as he throws his head back, hand over his forehead Of course, that time’s a long way off, until then I aim to find more and more worthy foes to face off against until one finally gives me the honorable end I deserve, an end worthy of a scion of Odin

So that's what it is. He's an unproven god. Well I guess an unproven hero might be more accurate. Though as far Alice was concerned Odin wasn't that big of a deal. Just another child that became strong whom now probably spends his days sleeping. Ah, she probably shouldn't say things like that around people who idolize him like Grimnir. "Tis fine. I meant no harm. Was just curious. So walking the halls of Valhalla tis like a dream to thee?"

Of course it is, there’s no greater honor than joining the Allfather’s own personal army for the day of Ragnarok, only the best of the best can make it, and until then it’s revelry all around. Grimnir flexes his right arm with a grin, as though trying to show do how in-shape he is And when that day comes I aim to be the All-father’s right-hand. A warrior to surpass the very gods themselves, the greatest legend in all history.

"A dream...." a distant expression on her face. "Tis nice truly. An objective to dedicate thine self wholeheartedly. Such dreams art unknown to me." She would smile then turn her gaze towards Grimnir "Tis truly a respectable thing to follow thine dreams."

Grimnir chuckles, returning to a more comfortable position before sitting on the floor, legs crossed once more You've seriously got nothing? No goals, no "dreams", no sense of honor or duty. I can't imagine a life like that is any life at all. Without something to pursue, or a standard with which to guide oneself, how can you truly be living?

"I cannot say that I art alive. I hath lived since there was nothing. Hath witnessed as the worlds formed and as gods were born. As the multiverse came into being and as all life was conceived. Tis truly a long life." she would give herself a self depreciating smile "Living such a long time as nothing more than a spectator. Unable to involve thine self with anything or anyone for over long. Even a gods life is but a moment in the eternity I hath lived. Tis not a simple thing to find a dream." gazing into the eyes of Grimnir but not truly looking at him "Well, Tis time for me to cease my depressing speech." she then giggled before leaning back in the chair and staring at the ceiling

Grimnir sits up, thinking to himself for a moment before letting out a sigh Can’t say I envy you, just sitting on the sidelines watching all the time. I don’t get how the gods do it either. Seems to me it would get terribly exhausting after a while. And with eons of it, perhaps even maddening

"Tis why I live for the entertainment of the now rather than the 'morrow. Simply by existing I fulfill mine duty so I am plagued with boredom. Well, nothing to do but find something else." She would stand up stretching once more. "Tis a pleasure speaking with thee, young god Grimnir. Though I felt our talk was more mine own complaints tis nice to stop and talk once in a while." she said as she walked towards the exit