Yeah, Pretty Much All I Do Is Lift and Eat, Bro: A Harrowing Journey into Weight Room Broculture.

[tank_rockarms]

Who: Max. Max's biceps. You.
What: Heavy things are moved slightly, then put back, and then the cycle is repeated several times, and then guys wearing clothes that don't really cover their upper bodies stand around and talk about how much protein they eat and how much weight other people can lift and what their routine is and then something else heavy is lifted.
Where: The weight room
When: The week of Aug. 4th - 10th
Warnings: Too much man? A tea table?? Protein bars??? Brotein bars???? Emasculation????? Bromasculation???????????

So, even though Max was at his forge most mornings, he was still in the weight room almost every afternoon and evening. He was pumping the irons. Gotta get huge. Gotta. Get. Huge. Of course, since he's in there so often, anyone else who visits is likely to meet him, too. He pops in randomly during his free time to make sure that everything's clean and running well when he's not there, too. Really, this place is his baby.

((THIS IS AN OPEN LOG FOR YOU TO INTERACT WITH BROS BEING BROS IN THE WEIGHT ROOM. LADYBROS ARE ALSO WELCOME TO JOIN. GENDERLESS ROBOTS CAN ALSO COME. ALL ARE WELCOME TO BE BROS. COME BE A BRO, BRO. IF YOU WANT MAX TO SHOW UP JUST ASK. JOCK AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST.))

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A GENERAL PURPOSE MAX THREAD

[tank_rockarms]

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HAVE A WINDOW SHOPPER WHO'S NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE

[worldrestored]

Japan was not huge on weight rooms. Naoki might have been one of the star athletes of his school before the whole change in his life, but he did most of his training around the track; push-ups, sit-ups, that sort of thing.

In fact, he had come in here to pretty much do the same thing, only to see that there was a lot more...stuff.

"So what's with all of this?" Pixie asks him, clearly also not used to seeing demons working out in a weight room. He shrugs at her, the obvious confusion clearly displayed on his face.

oh hai

[tank_rockarms]

Max, who was in the squat rack using the gravity-weights to do shoulder presses, because one didn't get shoulders like his without moving infinity pounds from his chest to above his head hundreds of thousands of times across his life, saw in the mirror in front of him Naoki behind him, looking bewildered. It was the giant bug kid.

He had four more for this set; he banged through them and put the weights back on the rack.

"Hey," said Max, turning around to look at the pair. "You lookin' for somethin'?" he asked.

[punchthedoritos]

If your name was Sonny Moe, almost everything in your life was terrible right now. Almost everything. One thing that was not terrible was your friendship with one Maximillian Justice Powers Esquire The Third-ington.

So, Sonny was here in the time he wasn't trying to keep an eye on Red and stop him from being an awful person to pretty much everyone ever because damn son - he just needed a break. He didn't do a whole lot of lifting himself, despite being comparatively strong. He just liked to sit near Max and talk and snack on protein bars, and snack on protein bars. Also, he quite liked protein bars.

He may have been chewing on a protein bar right now.

[needsmorebiceps]

But, Sunshine Mortimer, you know Max by now. While he's quite friendly and likes to chat, and likes to chat in the weight room, he's also pretty insistent upon bros getting their pump on.

And bro. If you're here.

You're going to get your pump on.

"Sonny, jump in on this," said Max, pointing to the squat rack, loaded up with what for Max was but a light warm-up.

Re: A GENERAL PURPOSE MAX THREAD

[will_be_god]

Cyrus had been working on improving his physical well-being lately, but had never lifted weights before. Lifting heavy encyclopedias or machinery was usually enough for him. But it was good for the cardiovascular system as well as muscle toning, so it fell neatly into his health plan.

He looked somewhat out of place wearing his normal uniform in the weight room, but it was what he usually worked out in. Though his normal workout of jogging was a far cry from pumping iron.

He sat down on a leg press machine and attempted to get it to function. Unfortunately, whoever had been there before him had set it to a good 500 pounds, and he found himself fruitlessly pushing against what may as well have been an iron wall.

"Hm. It appears to be malfunctioning. Then, it is well considered that this school does not function as well as it ought."

[tank_rockarms]

Max walked up to the guy having issues at the leg-press machine. People were not allowed to have problems in the weight room. The only problem allowed was a lack of shirts due to accidental flexing out of them.

"Somethin' wrong?" he asked.

COME AT ME

[glazedandconfused]

Frequent users of the weight room might notice that there is a new constant in the form of a tiny girl who appears to enjoy training in the late afternoons. She carries a duffel bag and sometimes is eating a food and also smells vaguely of chlorine.

Girl can lift, apparently.

COMING AT YOU, BRO

[tank_rockarms]

Upon your first appearance in the afternoon, you would have been greeted by a towering behemoth of a man. A man named MAX POWERS. The world's most perfectly developed man.

He saunters up (well it's more of a lumber; you can't saunter with such a restricted range of motion due to excessive mass) and looks you up and down once to get an estimate of your athletic ability. "Name's Max. You are?"

[glazedandconfused]

Wow

that sure is a perfectly developed man. Aoi was not necessarily expecting this, and looks mildly surprised before putting down her weights, picking up a towel and offering a smile and her hand.

This seems like the guy who pretty much Owns the Weight Room, and Aoi certainly isn't going to get in his way.

"Aoi Asahina. I'm new! Just got here a few weeks ago."

"HEY SKINNY!"

[makesithot]

Okay, so Chili's a Pokémon trainer who doesn't necessarily come to the weight room very often. Or at least, he hasn't been. But now things have changed, and he's ready to visit more frequently with a resolve.

With his Simisear with him each day, Chili VISITS THE WEIGHT ROOM and is available any day. He isn't able to lift very much, but damn if he doesn't try. He's got spirit at least. Maybe spirit isn't enough, and you'd like to laugh at him or give him some lifting tips? Go for it.

You will never not be a bag of bones

[tank_rockarms]

Max saw the guy with his pokemon. The guy's pokemon was probably stronger than the guy was. Almost certainly. 100% definite.

"You're doin' that wrong," said Max, coming up to Chili as he was limply trying to do a tricep pulldown. "Don't let your shoulders or upper arms move at all."

but max powers said he could make me a new man...

[makesithot]

Well isn't that why he's here?

"Huh?" Chili blinked, and looked over to that big buff guy over there. "I thought I wasn't letting them-"

He tried another one and paid closer attention to what he was doing, only to realize that yes, he was definitely moving his upper arms and shoulders.

"Oh. I didn't know that! Hahaha!" Now he just felt silly.

DANCE, DANCE PEASANTS

[richasshole]

Busy pumping iron? You know what's missing from your workout? A couple blonde fops casting judgement at you from behind teacups.

Don't worry though, because Smash Academy has everything. One could find a small but still somehow incredibly expensive looking table off in an enclosed area with a good view of the proceedings, and that was where Seth Richardson and Byakuya Togami were currently seated. Probably Seth had suggested an afternoon of observing the 'normals' hard at work, and his room mate had obliged. So there they were.

[stay_classy_cat]

There certainly wasn't anything normal about men with biceps bigger than their heads but perhaps the appeal was to see how grotesque the human form could truly become, be it muscles and fat or what have you. Sometimes there was even a mixture of both present in this weight room! How delightful and entertaining to watch.

The smell of sweat, shame, hard work and failure was a little less delightful. So Seth broke out a couple of sandalwood air freshers and dangled off the two nearest sets of dumbbells (regardless if they were seeing mundane lifting-up-and-setting-down-repetitive action or not).

"There. Much better."

He could enjoy his tea with his beloved roommate much better now.

[richasshole]

It certainly did improve the situation quite a bit, though his understanding of how he had ended up at this little tea party in the first place was limited. This had happened a few times, since moving in with the red eyed man across from him-- sometimes Seth would suggest things, and Byakuya would think "no", and end up doing it anyways. The other blonde was dangerous, and Byakuya felt lucky that he had never had to face him in a boardroom, or anything similar. He peered at his room mate from over his tea cup.

"Do you always need a show with your tea?"

ok im finally here

[flowerofmtsilver]

Here is Vinnie, your subordinate and assistant flexpert, whatever that means. He's been in the weight room longer than usual lately - even if Red hadn't been involved with his training for a long time now, leaving the team still placed a certain sense of obligation in him. He had to make sure he didn't let himself slack off just because he didn't have a trainer anymore. He had to make his own discipline... at least, whenever Max wasn't breathing down his neck.

You need a tank top icon; that icon is terrible for the gym

[needsmorebiceps]

"VINNIE!" came the dulcet and lilting tones of Maximilian Justice Powers from across the weight room. "STOP STARIN' AT THE WALL, GET YOUR LEAFY ASS OVER HERE, AND BENCH THIS BEFORE I MAKE YOU CURL IT INSTEAD."

I have been remiss

[flowerofmtsilver]

Vinnie exhaled a deep breath, uttering a terse, "Right," as he complied. He crossed the room and approached the bench press, giving the barbell a scrutinizing glance. There seemed to be more pounds also known as kilograms by real people on there than he remembered, somehow.

"Did you throw on an extra plate today?"

BEARS LIFTING WEIGHTS

[rarebear]

Banjo was a pretty strong bear. And that strength needed to be maintained.

He never had anyone bother him while he worked out before, so he went along, blissfully unaware as he added weights to the barbell. Those were a lot of weights there...

THE PLURAL IMPLIES TWO BEARS; SO WE'RE JUST GOING DIRECTLY FROM HOMOEROTIC TO GAY, THEN?

[needsmorebiceps]

Suddenly A MAN appeared. The manliest man.

He was casually carrying a kettlebell weight the size of an exercise ball. Technically, both were 'exercise balls.' But one of them was filled with air. The other was SOLID IRON.

Max saw the bear putting weights on for the bench press. "You gonna need a spotter?" Max asked.

BANJO IS MANLY ENOUGH FOR TWO BEARS

[rarebear]

"Yeah, you mind?" Banjo asked, stacking on weight after weight. When he was satisfied it was heavy enough to give him a workout, Banjo got down on the bench to lift.

You're gross

[needsmorebiceps]

"Kinsman, dost thou even hoist?" called out the Strong Man.

Max saw Red.

Max was suspecting that Red was hopped up on meth or something. He had kicked Vinnie off of the team and was a general dickass, from the way Vinnie described him. So, since he was here, might as well try to subtly try to find these things out.

"Hey," said the mountain of manflesh as he rolled up to Red.