The New House

When Tosh was finished redesigning the house, he had it built. And it was even more "monstrous" than the other one. It was huge.

The first basement floor had a large gymnasium which allowed them to work out with weights as well as martial arts equipment as well as a large clear space for them to spar, clearly marked out.

The second and third basement floors were a nice change area and a pool for them to swim, preferably in human form because weres just smelled like dog and well, wet dogs just stunk.

And well...since Tosh just absolutely adored the Rangers and hockey in general, he had to have an ice rink downstairs on the very bottom floor of the home.

...along with a garage for the zamboni...

The rink was nice and set up with benches where people could actually watch people skate or play hockey if they wished.

Half the third floor became a blast-shelter/sanctuary if the house came under attack from the Trackers. Tosh wasn't sure what they would use to bombard the house, but he was certain that it wasn't going to be good. And they certainly wouldn't be alone when they had to defend the house.

And they certainly could take prisoners if necessary.

Tosh had designed this place to be a fortress for Meg and he as well as a few select weres and witches - he didn't trust vampires at all; mainly because every single vampire that he had met were out for themselves and he wasn't about to become the dinner for some plasma-siphoning vamp who fancied themselves Robert Pattinson. He and Meg looked at his handiwork...and it was good.

Defensive Re-evaluation

For weres sleep was a time to replenish their energy stores and for Tosh and Meg it was no different and energy levels needed to be full to accomplish their tasks for the day which were plentiful. If energy levels weren't optimal, they would lose concentration and that was not a good situation to be in, especially when they were to keep all their senses on high alert.

Meg concentrated on her martial arts and researching Alchemy every spare moment that she had.

...and she wrote books to bring in income, which also helped the family coffers quite a bit as everytime she completed a published book, she earned a higher royalty

Part of Tosh's job was to develop a rapport with the vampire behind the till at the apothecary...so that they could get a better return on the items that they consigned. One could consign elixirs and gemstones as well as certain items of alchemy ingredients. Tosh was hoarding his higher value gemstones so that he could cut them at the highest cut. Of course the vampire had a bit of a snobbish trait: they all did and Tosh could sense that and thus it was rather difficult to develop a rapport with the woman, but he persisted in the hopes that it would be of financial value...if not for much else.

Tosh then went to the grocery store to get some groceries. After all, if one didn't have groceries, one couldn't cook any victuals. It would be kind of hard since one couldn't really conjure up a meal to eat.

After which upon returning, he went ahead, cooked dinner and then did some alchemy studying. He had come to the realization that the house that they were in had some fundamental flaws in its defences and that the house that they had lived in was not really designed for weres to mount an active defense of their property. With two sets of steps, you had to have twice as many weres defending the front entrance as the back entrance. Their room downstairs was pitiful and it certainly was not designed with home defence in mind. And in that regards, Tosh felt that the house needed to be redesigned from the ground up and built over. Meg hadn't really studied the intricacies of tactical defence and as such just nodded when Tosh brought up that point. It would take a lot of money to redesign the place and refurnish it, but in the end, the defensive flaws of the house would be taken care of and remedied. And it would start the next day...

And Meg enjoyed her chili con carne that Tosh had whipped up...except for the five-alarm fire that erupted in her mouth which made her do a flame-thrower impression for the second time in two days.

Nothing Says "Were-Love" Like A Good Ol' Knockdown Drag-Out Fight.

Next day saw Meg and Tosh eating more vegetarian chili which pretty much caused Meg to spit flame. In fact, she did such a good impression of a flame-thrower, she nearly set the counter on fire.

Meg did realize that she needed to train in martial arts as well as athletics, so she headed over to the training dummy and started martial arts exercises.

Seeing her "husband-to-be" at green-belt provided quite a bit of incentive and watching Tosh break boards was quite arousing to Meg.

Part of martial arts training was sparring and that was because nothing taught a martial arts student more than fighting another person. In a real life situation, the opponent wasn't going to stand still and let one land punches and kicks. Sparring was the only form of practice that simulated an actual opponent and even then if it was "scored" it wasn't really that good of a simulation. The only form of fighting that worked was an actual "no holds barred" sparring match - full contact, but considering that Tosh was ranked three belts higher (white, yellow, orange then green) than her. Tosh had waited until she had managed to get her yellow belt equivalency, then walked up to her, gave her a kiss and then asked her if she would like to spar with him.

Meg agreed and they squared off; bowing first as a formality and a token of respect to the other fighter.

And Meg opened up her offence with a roundhouse kick that Tosh barely ducked under.

"Wow...that was close..." Tosh said as Meg blocked his counterpunch...but he spun and tried to kick at her head which she ducked under.

Since Tosh was the higher ranked belt in Sim Fu, Meg was doing a lot of defence while Tosh tended to attack more. But Meg knew that Tosh was trying to make sure that she was able to put up a good defence because that was pretty much what would happen if they were set upon by Trackers.

...though Meg did get a few good solid attacks in...

Tosh was definitely not cutting Meg any slack whatsoever during the sparring match.

And of course...they both sparred transformed as well, which pretty much was just a rolling ball of violence.

...and evidently that match was enough to tire the both of them out and they headed off to bed.

...more than likely dreaming werewolf dreams about hunting and stuff like that.