So, she had been stationed here for a while actually. Well, it was probably more than a while to anybody else, but regardless, a short while was probably the appropriate amount of time, when one was indeed referring to the amount of time she had spent, biding her time at Water 7. Alas, timely matters had decided that it was about time that she had re-activated what she had apparently forgotten, yet learnt in times long past now. Perhaps time was indeed a giant's main issue, as it gave one a lot of time, to forget what they had learnt when the time of their birth had not been so distant from their current point in time.
Alas, it seemed it was about time that her trainer arrived! A great person! A great person that didn't quite reach to her ankle, but none the less a person much greater than herself! In the metaphorical sense. Although she probably was stronger too, she was a Commodore after all and such a rank required effort, determination and, well... time. All of which she had, sort of. Especially the last on the list. Thus, in a timely fashion, as if to support her first impression a little bit, Virginia began some rather basic warm-up exercises, careful not to destroy anything in the open area she had deemed appropriate for their training at this time of the day.
She was clad in largely the same garments as always, that is... pitch black, with a marine emblem on the chest and on the typical marine over-coat. It didn't look bad by all means, so why not! Plus, maybe her commodore liked the marines enough to care? Or hated them enough to appreciate her wearing nice things, rather than the silly world government issued stuff... she earned money, so why not spend it on worthwhile things? It's not like she didn't have the time.. thus, Virginia waited, only greeting her superior with a deep bow, the moment she would appear.
Alas, it seemed it was about time that her trainer arrived! A great person! A great person that didn't quite reach to her ankle, but none the less a person much greater than herself! In the metaphorical sense. Although she probably was stronger too, she was a Commodore after all and such a rank required effort, determination and, well... time. All of which she had, sort of. Especially the last on the list. Thus, in a timely fashion, as if to support her first impression a little bit, Virginia began some rather basic warm-up exercises, careful not to destroy anything in the open area she had deemed appropriate for their training at this time of the day.
She was clad in largely the same garments as always, that is... pitch black, with a marine emblem on the chest and on the typical marine over-coat. It didn't look bad by all means, so why not! Plus, maybe her commodore liked the marines enough to care? Or hated them enough to appreciate her wearing nice things, rather than the silly world government issued stuff... she earned money, so why not spend it on worthwhile things? It's not like she didn't have the time.. thus, Virginia waited, only greeting her superior with a deep bow, the moment she would appear.