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Corsair Training Seminar: Labryinth
Topic Started: Dec 27 2007, 05:43 AM (942 Views)
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Time: Just before 9 am
Date: Between Christmas and New Years



The original six X-Men had incredibly diverse powers, yet somehow they had become a cohesive and fully functioning team. An energy manipulator, a flier, a telepath/telekinetic, a bestial, an electricity manifester and a molecular manipulator, all between the ages of fifteen and twenty. An obsessive orphan, a rich boy, a fearful girl, a genius jock, a joker and a damaged waif turned into superheroes without really understanding how come it had come down to them to pick up the banners and march on the forces of evil. They'd been selected by Professor Xavier for a specific reason though...

They all needed him as much as he needed them. All of them had the desire within them, voiced or not, to make things right in the world, and like a good deal of the students now, some of them had been damaged and abused and lost for a time. The X-Men had given them purpose, at least for a time, and while some of them had moved on and developed interests, for a while there, they had lived singularly focused lives.

The students in the institute today were not as driven, not as pointedly focused on becoming saviors of the mutant race. After all, they were reaping what benefits there were to be had from what the original X-Men had done in the name of Xavier's Dream. But, that did not mean they got to neglect the training that they would need for survival in this world which hates and fears them.

So, Cyclops had, mindful that these were still the holidays, alerted his student squad that he would be running a training seminar, and surprisingly enough his entire squad, perhaps bored of the winter's confinement signed up for it.

This morning, the day it was scheduled, found Cyclops in his uniform, the first time since his abduction and torture at Mystique's hand. His leg was healed enough that he had switched from the heavy support brace to a smaller, sport one, that kept his leg from crumpling beneath him but allowed him greater maneuverability. He was pleased with that but no one would be able to tell as he stood motionless, cane in his hand, visor masking his eyes as always.

Floating in the air in front of him were descriptions and stats of the seven members of his team, aged fifteen through twenty five.

Name: Austin, Robert
Code Name: Mittens
Age: 15
Group: Student
Powers: Feline Shapeshifting, Feline Communication
Limits: No defensive abilities


Name: Cuff, Anna
Code name Entropy
Age 16
Group: Junior X-Men
Powers: Psionic Probability Control at a Quantum Level
Limitations: Psychological Control Issues


Name: Guthrie, Paige
Code Name: Husk
Age: 20
Group Junior X-Men
Powers: Adaptive Body Manipulation
Limitations: Recuperative Time Required, Energy Depletion with Overuse


Name: Jones, Angelica
Code Name: Firestar
Age: 19
Group: Junior X-Men
Powers: Microwave Manipulation, Flight, Electromagnetism Use
Limitations: Psychological Control Issues


Name: Malena
Code Name: N/A
Age: 25
Group: Junior X-Men
Powers: Geokinesis, Assisted Limited Flight, Telekinetic Stone Maneuvering
Limitations: Psychological Control Issues


Name: Mink, Jayson
Code Name: Rock-Solid
Age: 18
Group: Junior X-Men
Powers: Matter-to-Stone Conversion, Enhanced Strength
Limitations: Uncontrolled Conversion


Name: Murdoch, Duane
Code Name: Megaton
Age: 22
Group: Junior X-Men
Powers: Organic Sub Atomic Fusion, Limited Flight
Limitations: Psychological Control Issues


Cyclops looked at the holographic dossiers, concerned. This was definitely a team that needed to learn control and self-reliance. He had the scenario programmed, the opponents, selected. He hoped they would be able to handle this.
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The morning had broken with the same monotonous ritual that usually plagued the young blonde. The light filtered through the window, falling on her face, and stirring her from a peaceful rest; and every morning, she mentally cursed the window into oblivion and vowed to get heavy curtains soon. Which she never did. There was, however, one slight difference to today's routine that broke the monotony somewhat. When the light first filtered through, there wasn't a slumbering face for the sunlight to fall on.

Malena had been awake for the past hour or so, merely staring at the clock, and awaiting the time to head to the sub basement for the training seminar. She was a bit weary about today's seminar, not for the fact that she could get injured, but for the fact that she knew that the team leader would be watching them. There was something about Scott Summers that intimidated the geokinetic, although she tried to not let this show too much. Still, just the fact that Cyclops would probably be observing her today made her a bit nervous, and gave her an intense desire to do well, and show him what she could do.

Looking over at the clock, she realized it was now time to go. Standing slowly, she headed out of her room, her training gear already on. -Well, here we go- she thought to herself as she passed by the silent halls. She guessed many others were probably asleep, being that it was a Holiday and all. For a split second, she felt the urge to turn right around and go right back into bed- after all, fighting wasn't her thing- but she dispelled these thoughts immediately. One had to be focused on the mission ahead, or that person was more prone to injury, or making mistakes during the mission that could be the difference between a win and a loss. the ground gave a slight rumble beneath her, and she shook her head a bit and took some deep breaths to relax herself. "come on Malena, no sense in being nervous." she said to herself, as she stepped out into the subbasement.

Her boots echoed in the white halls as she calmly walked down the hall, her eyes now intently focused on the door in front of her. Well, it seemed like it was time to prove herself. She stopped in the entrance, took a deep breath, and walked bravely through.

The sight of Scott nearly sapped all her courage from her. "Good morning, Cyclops." she said in a brave attempt at a conversation. It seemed as if she was the first person here. -Sweet.- she thought to herself, and she began to do her stretches, to limber up before the training session began.

Now feeling a bit more confident, she allowed herself to go into her zone as she waited for the others.

-I can do this- she thought.

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The Danger Room.

Up until now, it had been a bit of a refuge for Duane -- a place that Jean would take him, to allow him to work out some of his aggressions, and get a bit more familiar with his powers.

The boy had issues with control, no doubt, but for someone with such volatile powers and with someone of his rather negative upbringing -- he controlled them with a fair bit of aplomb.

Which wasn't so much of a good thing. Scott already knew that the big man wasn't exactly the most ... stable of individuals.

The senior X-Man had his game during their last little confrontation -- but there was a sense that Duane was the big brooding sort who held a grudge.

Still, he showed -- strolling in with that indifferent, 'leave-me-alone' air about him, giving Scott a sideways glare out of the corner of his hazel eyes as he made an exhale of a grunt that could be best described as an irritable 'mnnrf' of sound.

Well, just wasn't he Captain Charisma today.

Easily, Scott could likely tell that Duane wasn't the typical sort he'd want headlining a picture-perfect X-Men team -- not media friendly. That thick handlebar moustache that was hearkening to something from a biker, combined with that outfit that was more akin to something of an urban guerrilla paramilitary or insurgent.

Standing back, he glanced over to the evidently-eager Malena -- a lifted brow. Just how could someone be so stoked about a training session? Granted, he knew what was involved with being one of the X-Men -- and maybe part of him liked the concept of being part of something bigger like that, too -- but it wasn't something he was losing sleep over.

Hell, nothing really was.

A massive hand held out in front of his eyes -- and with furrowed brows, Duane concentrated, the air about his fingers and palm letting out a thundering 'kapow' of reactionary hydrogen.

The steam rose from in front of him, as those brooding, irascible eyes found Scott once more.

Just when was this show getting on the road?
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“Violey, have you seen my uniform,” Jayson asked. “No, I ‘ave not,” Violey replied from her bed. Both of them were getting irritated with the other. Jayson would repeatedly ask for her uniform and Violey would keep answering no. This had to stop now. “Why are you throwing ze boxes everywhere?” Her friend’s question made Jayson look up from the box she was pawing through. “Oh, maybe because I didn’t have a chance to unpack yet since I moved back in with you. And where did all these stuff animals come from,” she screamed. Picking up a small pink elephant she tossed it at the other.

“Hey, stop that,” yelled Jayson about five minutes later. The red head was wearing her uniform. For some reason she had found it under Violey’s bed. It looked like new and she couldn’t help marveling at how good the repairs were made. The last mission kinda took a toll on it. As soon as she found it something hit her in the head. Then it hit again and then again. What was hitting her? “Stop that,” Jayson yelled again as she ran away from Violey’s and her dorm. Having an aerokinetic was fun especially when their favorite ammo was stuff animals thrown at high velocities.

By the time she made it to downstairs she realized there was a good fifteen minutes before she had to report to the DR. This was plenty of time to get a glass of water and a snack. However, a slight movement out of the corner of her eye made the stone-turner freeze and turn away from the kitchen. Her foot steps were light against the wooden floors. Her own movements became stealth like since she was sneaking up on a natural born predator. One step closer, than another, and finally another… it was odd for her presence not to be detected. Too late though to stop because she was just one more step closer and then… “Got you,” Jayson smiled.

“Now look what you did. You made us late,” Jayson said over the opening of the Danger Room doors. “It wasn’t my fault,” said her catch. “It was too little kitty. I wasn’t the one trying to skip team practice,” the red head replied. Well now this was a lovely sight. Jayson was pulling Mittens after her by the hand. Once the doors closed she let go of the catboy. His escape was sealed.

“Oh, hello boss,” Jayson said to Cyclops as walked up to the group, “Caught this one trying to escape through a window. I believe he didn’t wish to attend.” Mittens stiffly nodded in confirmation of her words. He had done a lot of thinking since he agreed to show up to practice. The conclusion reached was that he had no experience in battling. This made the catboy want to run away. Being caught didn’t make him any happier which was shown clearly by the angry flickering of his grey and black striped tail.
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"Good morning, Cyclops."

"Good morning, Malena." Cyclops said, approving of her use of his codename, as was appropriate for the setting. He was a firm believer in the codename system, especially in battle. While it could be argued that he had a tendency to be more Cyke than Scott, it still helped to set one's work from one's personal life and to protect them, giving a degree of privacy. For most people, those not obsessively complusive in their pursuit of the dream of mutant/human peace, it was an effective system. Of course, Malena didn't have a code... she didn't even reveal her last name. Always a concern, but not unusual around the school actually. Several students over the years had adopted new names upon coming here. Some in fear of the lives they left behind, some as a way of making a new start at life. The young woman began to stretch and he turned away as the door opened.

Duane entered again, and Scott said, "Good morning, Mr. Murdoch, thank you for being so punctual." He tucked his hands behind his back, but if he was going to speak again he didn't get the chance, because Jayson entered at that moment, having collared a reluctant Robert Austin.

“Oh, hello boss,” Jayson said to Cyclops as walked up to the group, “Caught this one trying to escape through a window. I believe he didn’t wish to attend.” Mittens stiffly nodded in confirmation of her words.

Cyclops frowned down at the young catboy. "Mr. Austin, you have to learn to be self sufficient. It's better to learn it here where we can monitor your growth."

He turned to those who had shown up and said, "Your personal dossiers are visible on the holographic projections around the room. While we are waiting for the other students, familiarize yourselves with each others powers. I will be selecting a team leader from you, based on your performance today and it is important that field commanders be as knowledgable of his teams powers as they are of their own."

He watched as they prepared themselves and he couldn;t help but be remind, as he always was, of the first training seminars of the original X-Men. Back then, the Professor had been as new to teaching combat as his young students had been to learning it. He'd dressed them in yellow and black suits, identical in design except for the concessions for their individual powers and vanities. His hood had been maskless to compensate for his visor. Warren's had slits in the back for his wings, Hank's was without gloves and boots so his nimble digits were free. Jean and Mina both had their hoods unattached so their long hair did not mat up uncomfortably. Jon's gloves had no palms to them so that his electrical bursts were unfettered.

They looked a team, but it had taken them time to act like one, six almost-adults, the youngest seventeen the oldest just twenty. Scott had not been team leader then, despite having been their the longest. His isolatory tendencies had to be given a place and a time, and he'd had to learn to delegate. It had been diffcult for him, his nature one of overwhelming responsibilty, not willing to share his burdens with otheres.

But eventually, he had learned how to be a leader and the Professor had loosened up, allowing his young charges to design their own uniforms, though Scott had stuck with basic black. Perhaps it was good that Scott's vision was monochrome, because he had preferred the simplicity of their matching uniforms. With the many designs and contrasting tastes of the young X-Men, Scott found it all too easy to think of their wardrobe as 'costumes.' It lessened the importance of the work they were doing to take it so lightly.

Not for nothing was Scott Summers the standard bearer of the dream, but he was exacting and rigid in his determination to see it through. It had taken Mina and Jean to remind him that there behind the masks and uniforms there were people, and it had taken War and Jon to tell him it was alright to let them have a little fun with it.

If they were happy, and interested... they were better students and better soldiers. Cyclops justified it to himself that way.
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Anna had no idea what she was trying to do. Sign up for a combat training class? that wasn't something the Queen of Chaos did, Was it? She was never one to get into a fight. In fact, poor Little Anna had never been in a confrontation in her life, except maybe with her little sister. And even then, it never moved to blows. Anna was a pacifist by nature.

So why was she standing at the door to the basement..in a ridicules leather jumpsuit. Anna stood there, thinking about how this might turn out, wondering what might happen. But still Entropy was frozen...

"Come On, Anna...It's a safe environment... nothing bad's gonna happen...Mr. Scott just wants us to be safe with our powers." She kept muttering to herself, in vain attempts to comfort herself. However, in the farthest reaches of her mind, echoed a fear of the unknown. All of the other kids powers were pretty straight forward: Flying, electric modifications, Beast changing, super human strength, etc. But Anna's seemed to be more ethereal, a lot more complex. her powers dealt with systems an ideas, that even the greatest scientist of the time couldn't begin to classify, let alone understand.

Entropy...Her name and her enigma...

Anna stood on the top of the steps until Mittens, and Jayson, her squad mates, came running down to the Danger Room for the training session. Anna slipped in behind them, swept up in the current of there action. She flowed into the atrium of the Danger Room, and started to read the floating boxes of text, simply hanging in the air behind Mr. Summer's. Anna had already done research on most of her squad mates, and figured out their powers, but it was surprising to see some of the their weaknesses listed up there as well. Anna truly felt exposed, and began to blush as her profile hung in the air for all to see.

She reread the text in her box, and was caught up on one line of text, her powers...She had never really understood how they worked, only that an OCD panic attack can trigger them, and that focus can bring it back. She would have never thought that it was a Quantum Level event. However, Anna got the feeling that the self-discovery wasn't going to end anytime today.

She looked over to Cyclops and smiled weakly, waving in her way of greeting. Fear gripped her chest, but Anna managed to shrug it off. Fear was only going to make things more difficult for the Space bender.

Anyways, who knows...maybe she could even have fun with this...
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"Don't touch him!"

Angel pulled back her hand, as though she had been electrocuted when she bent to pet her cat; her father shouted at her, scooping the cat up and away from her. "Dad..." Angel began, but he turned around and disappeared up the stairs. Fighting back tears, Angel turned to her chaperon and shook her head. "I want to go now," she murmured. It was to be the last time she saw her father, for quite a long time.


The real Angelica was tossing and turning in her bed, a reel of memories substituting dreams, running through her mind like so many freight trains on a dangerous, deadly collision course. The remembered pain and sadness were causing her to subconsciously tap into her powers; her body was heating up rapidly, steam beginning to rise from her sweat-soaked sheets.

Her eyes snapped open suddenly, revealing dark green eyes welling with relief as the dream images passed away into memory, returning to the place where she kept them locked away. She took a deep breath, calming her frayed nerves, and for several minuets lay in her bed, oblivious to the steam as her body was already much cooler than it had been. I feel like I'm forgetting something, the young woman thought, eyebrows creasing as she frowned, trying to remember why she had woken up so early. She wasn't a morning person, and unless it was absolutely necessary she wouldn't wake up much earlier than nine thirty. Glancing at her bedside clock, she saw that it was just after eight... now what was it she was supposed to do?

Angel glanced around her room, as though hoping something would speak up and tell her what she had forgotten. She saw her specialized uniform hanging on the inside of her door, and wondered for a brief moment why it was out. She hadn't had a Danger Room sess-- Oh crap! the young woman thought, panicking now that she remembered just what it was she was supposed to be doing. In her haste to throw the sheets off as her anxiety mounted (she did not want to be late the the Corsair training) the sheet became a blanket of thin ash, resulting in more mental cursing as she hopped around the room, trying to get into her suit, brush her hair, brush her teeth, and calm her powers down, all at once.

In a record time of about five minuets, Angel was pulling on the red face mask that went with her uniform, and was veritably running through the halls of the mansion, trying to keep her powers in check enough to avoid burning the floor. She'd already drenched the entryway recently, she didn't want to do any more damage.

Very nice, Firestar, Angel thought after her fourth wrong turn; running as fast as you could had it's disadvantages when you had little directional sense and relied on landmarks to get where you needed to be. Slowing down enough to see where she was going, she got to the Danger Room faster than she otherwise might have, and pushed the door open, quietly slipping inside.

She took several deep breaths to slow her breathing; thank goodness she wasn't too late. She didn't even think she was the last one to come. "Hello, Mr. Cyclops," Angel said, something of a cross between Mr. Summers and Cyclops. It wasn't much that he was so terribly intimidating, it just seemed odd for her to address him as 'Cyclops' or 'Scott' when he was so much older and more experienced. So Mr. Cyclops it was, when codenames were warrented.

Firestar glanced around the room, noting the holographic projections that bore names, powers, and weaknesses. She saw her own name, and noted the weakness; four out of the seven projections listed 'Psychological Control Issues' as the weakness, hers included. Knew that was coming, the thought wryly, remembering the sheet she had reduced to ashes mere minuets before. Firestar wondered of what their training would consist today, and she had to admit she was a little anxious, yet also excited to be able to use her powers for more than lighting a simple fire.
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Now that everyone was here, Cyclops faced his assembled team. "Everyone has had the opportunity to study each other's dossiers, and so get to know each other. We are going to work on teamwork today, to learn how together we're stronger than seperately. The scenario is going to be very simple."

The room suddenly changes to become a maze, the walls going straight up to the ceiling, blocking any suggestion of flying above them. "Basically, you will be finding your way out of this maze, together. There's no chance of going over or under the walls, and as collateral damage will deduct points from your total score, blasting a hole through them is also impossible. There will be other times to use your powers in more destructive fashions."

The walls of the maze were slick metal, large rivets holding them together, panels in some of them, no markings or instructions otherwise. Cyclops gestured at the maze. "Inside are several traps, as well as some opponents that you may have to face if you take the wrong path. How you make it through is less important in this scenario, that you make it to the end together. If one of you falls, the rest of you will see to it that he or she gets out anyhow. The Danger Room has safety protocols on so any attack you make on the enemy, or they make on you, will not hurt you physically. However, you will have... hit points, I suppose... based on your personal stats. The DR will tell you how many you have left. When you are out of hit points, you'll be out of the scenario. If just one of you is 'lost,' the scenario ends, and you all fail. Are there any questions?"
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"Good morning, Mr. Murdoch, thank you for being so punctual."

The only response Cyclops would get was a brief glance up with those hazel eyes, before Duane exuded a low sigh, crossing his massive arms across his chest.

The body language couldn't have been more clear. He wanted this done with -- not because he disliked training. He enjoyed wielding his abilities whenever he could -- in fact, they were a bit hungry to be used some days -- but ... well ... the chemistry between him and Scott, or lack thereof, rather, could put any situation under strain.

The less he dealt with Scott, the better.

Those stern eyes made a passing glance at the floating holographic dossiers, heavy brow lifting as he studied the information on his teammates -- and a particular quirk as he read his own, a sideways glare cast to Scott.

Psychological control issues?

A slight flare of burning color in his retinas.

He didn't know the half of it.

But he bore it -- other than turning his back in a momentary gesture of casual waiting, Duane stuck it out and listened, as Scott explained the exercise.

Hell, maybe there was something to all this -- and he could do with a bit of activity.

"So we all move as one team? Or what?" The tall, burly mutant uttered out after Cyclops explained things, looking to his teammates.

Already this early in the game, and he stuck out like a sore thumb. But maybe, just maybe, under all that grit and grump and attitude, Duane had a saving grace.

Maybe there were flashes there that Scott could see -- that if he actually took a purpose on himself to do this, he'd eventually become a valuable member of the team.

If Logan could ... anything's possible.
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((Sorry - I was really busy over Christmas))

Paige jolted as her alarm blared out beside her ear. Slamming her hand down on the button, she opened her eyes, then screwed them back up again. She turned over, pulling the corner of her duvet over her head, reluctant to let go of the last remnants of sleep which clung to her. Frustrated at her own laziness, she stuck her feet out of the warm cocoon of her bed, so that perhaps the relative coldness would help wake her up. Groaning, Paige rolled out of bed and stood, stretching and yawning, in the middle of her room.

She saw her uniform laid out on a chair and groaned: She had no idea what would happen in this training session, and didn't much care to find out. It also didn't help that she wasn't entirely sure where the danger room was. She sighed, picking up a comb and dragged it slowly through her tangled hair, wincing as she came across knots. Weak morning sunlight sifted through the window as Paige changed into her uniform and pulled her hair into a messy bun. Realising she was running late, she swore and dashed out of her room. Just go down, Paigey...obviously the sub-basement will be down... She almost smiled at how dumb she sounded to herself.

Finally, Paige stood outside the danger room door. She wasn't normally this nervous about things, but then she wasn't normally training to fight and defend. Hell, normally I'm breaking up fights between Jeb and the others... She felt a sudden pang of homesickness. No time for that...just get on with it.

Paige smoothed down her dark grey uniform and opened the door, ready to apologise for her tardiness. Cyclops, however, had just begun speaking to the squad, so she slipped in as quietly as she could. She reached the back of the group just as huge, smooth metal walls suddenly appeared.




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"So we all move as one team? Or what?"

Cyclops looked at Duane, surprised to hear him ask the first question. Perhaps he was showing some interest in the scenario, or perhaps he was just challenging Scott in his confrontational manner. Whatever way it was, Scott had dealt with difficult students before and Duane was no different. A little old to be so teen-angsty, but then, in general, Cyclops found that mutants tended to be overly emotional and fussy. Part of it was probably because most of them had hard lives, and tragic histories, but another part was the inevitable changing of their bodies. It wasn't a co-incidence that most mutant powers manifested at puberty or during times of duress. The body's horomones and chemicals went mad during those times, so it was bound to have an effect on one's brain.

"That is up to you, Megaton." Cyclops said, his shift to codenames indicating that the scenario is about to begin. "If you decide to split up to explore the maze more quickly, you still have to make it to the ending point together, so I suggest you all use the communicators you were issued with to keep in constant touch. This first mission, I will not be timing you. How long it takes you to make it through is less important than that you do make it through."

Husk entered then and Cyclops glanced to her. "Nice of you to join us, Husk. I will leave it up to your team mates to fill you in on the scenario you will be running today, and to make up for your tardiness, you'll be taking point. Corsairs, your simulation begins... now."

His image faded and they would realize he had not been there at all, just a projected hologram. The Maze closed around them, hiding the Danger Room exit, and room's... ambience seemed to change. The air pressure shifted, the silence of the DR became punctuated with creaks and metallic groans, a clank clank clank of some distant machinery.
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Firestar glanced around the Danger Room as it began to change. With her bad luck, she half expected a wall to start rising right underneath her, though thankfully that didn't happen. She realized, as she had started to tune out her surroundings in lieu of the changes to the Room, that she ought to be listening to Cyclops, and she turned to him, pushing a lock of fiery red hair out of her eyes, the dark green orbs flicking over Cyclops, to the scenario, and back as he began to explain it. Let's see, Angel thought, as he spoke, mentally ticking things off on her fingers. No flying... no blasting through things... no melting, I'm sure... Well, that's me just about useless, eh? She gave herself a mental shake, at that, not wanting to be so bloody negative, though she was quite used to being something of a pessimist, by now. Besides, I'm one of the few people here with openly offensive powers. If we meet up with an opponent, I'll need to be ready, she thought, boosting her confidence and, as a result, lowing her anxiety, something that got harder for her to do as time passed.

Hit points? Makes it sound like a video game, the young woman thought, again mentally kicking herself. It's not a game, never has been. Did all that cold go to your head? Firestar took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as the implications of their scenario washed over her. Fighting with herself would help matters at all. She glanced over at Megaton as he asked Cyclops a question, and her eyes widened at the man's anser. Communicator? Oh bloody... no wait, here it is, thank goodness, Firestar thought, patting herself down and locating the small pocket in her suit that kept her communicator safe from her powers, should she have to use them.

Firestar watched Cyclops fade away without realizing, at first, what that implied. Well, we're obviously supposed to do this on our own, did you expect him to stick around? Shaking her head, the young woman glanced at Husk. "It's a maze," she said to the slightly older woman, rather matter-of-factly. As if it wasn't obvious. "We're not allowed to fly over--can't, really; and we're not to blast our way through the walls. We've all got to make it to the end of the maze together, and there will be opponents and obstacles... if any one of us runs out of 'hit points' we all lose the scenario." Short-winded explanation finished, Firestar glanced at the entrance to the maze. "I think we should stay as together as possible, until theres no choice but to go on alone," she said slowly, chewing over the plan forming in her mind. She glanced at the other Corsairs, arching an eyebrow. "Shall we get started?"
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Anna cocked an eyebrow when she heard about the hit points system. It would certain prevent any permanent damage. However, how could the system filter all of their powers to prevent damage. and exactly how many hit points did each of them have?

However, it would seem all too late too ask any of these questions. Mr. Summers, it seemed, dissappered, as the hologram of him faded form view to make way for the training seminar.

Anna gave a slight yelp as the walls shifted around the group. Surprisingly, none of the group was offset by the shifting of the walls. She took a deep breath and looked around, trying to reorientated herself from were the entry door use to be. She then did an about face, facing the most logical location of the exit.

"If I were the exit," she said aloud for her own benefit then her teammates, "I would be over there, opposite the entrance." she pointed, though the wall, thinking hard on the location. since she couldn't see the exit, she couldn't tell how far away it was, nor where it was exactly. it was only an educated guess at this point.

Still, Anna was worried about this. How can they be certain that the safety protocols will hold up under their powers? Anna took a deep breath and synced into her alter ego, Entropy. She calmed her self, and fell into her surrounding, becoming one with the environment. She had no more sense then any other human. However, she was slightly more involved then anyone else there.

"We better move on..." she said, as she looked to her right. Did she hear something?
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Jayson focused on fixing her uniform while she waited for the others to attend. To her surprise the catboy hadn't made her all that late. It was a good thing. The bad thing it had taken her until then to realize her gloves were not only backwards but on the wrong hands. This would make removing them almost impossible and in battle it would be too much time wasted.

The red head looked up as the others entered. For a moment she stared at Firestar wondering if the red was her true hair color. Faye was a natural red as well as Jean but she and Riva were not. At least she thought Riva's hair was dyed. Finally pulling her gloves off Jayson allowed herself to flex her fingers. The only times she removed her gloves were during the night time and doing things during the day like washing dishes where wearing gloves was impractical. A brief flash of metallic nail polish (in the shades of red, pink, and gold) was all that any of them would be able to see. With her gloves back in place, correctly, she focused her attention on the dossiers.

On the other hand, Mittens’ sole focus became his worn out black shoes. He knew he shouldn't have tried to run away but when the unknown rose running away seemed to fit. The catboy was momentary afraid. How was he to tell them that his grandparents denied him the chance to learn karate like the other boys in his grade? Would they believe him when he would oneday have to reveal the fact that he was forced to take dance lesson with his sister instead? This 'no defensive abilities' was all too true and all too much to take.

Being of a comic book mind Mittens read the stats of his team mates. Inwardly he was smiling. He belonged on a team. His imagination tried to make sense of the floating words. What type of body manipulation did Husk have? Did Malena's assisted limited flight mean she could float on rocks or seemingly do so? Was it odd to think that Megaton and Firestar had similar powers? Even Jayson's ability seemed to spell out something different. And what did it mean by enhanced strength? The power that most intrigued him though was Entropy's. Anything dealing with the quantum Level did actually.

However both Jayson and Mittens took attention when Cyclops explained their mission. The stone-turner was about to ask what type of maze it was. She didn't like the type of dark mazes where things jumped out at you. The truth was she missed the first part of Cyclops's words. Her goal was to memorize her teammate’s powers and putting them with a face. With Husk's late entrance she would be able to overhear the instructions.

But it was Mittens who was the most calm out of the two when the maze's walls appeared out of no where. The goal seemed simple enough. Get out of the maze anyway possible without leaving a man behind. Good, plain, and simple. Jayson was momentarily frozen. The thing she didn't like was shaking ground. The moment the walls came into view she jumped back into defensive mode. Why couldn't the training session be a walk in the park? An uttered 'cool' brought her back to reality.

Rock-solid stared at the catboy before recognizing the fact that his exclamation was because Cyclops’s disappeared. Rolling her greenish-brown eyes she pulled her shoulder length red hair back into a half ponytail, half bun type thing. Suddenly her eyes saw Mittens cat ears twitch. "Guys," the stone-turner said addressing everyone. "Did you hear that?" She of course hadn't but she knew enough about the catboy to suspect he had better hearing then she.

"Both Entropy and Firestar are correct. Let's move," Rock-solid said taking a step forward and then another.
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Firestar (for she was thinking herself wholly in terms of her mutant counterpart; it made things easier that way) noticed that more than one person had been startled by the sudden appearance of walls. It didn't surprise her, though she would have been much more startled had a wall started rising underneath her, she was sure. The young woman felt eyes on her and glanced around, seeing Rock-Solid gazing at her; she offered a small smile before turning her eyes back to the entrance of the maze. The young woman let her dark green eyes close, and she concentrated on hearing the sounds that had begun to resonate through the maze when the hologram of Cyclops disappeared. Granted, she didn't have enhanced hearing or anything like that, and the sounds were warped endlessly by the maze of metal walls keeping their sources concealed, but it was never a bad idea to at least be able to form some kind of judgement on ones surroundings and what might lay ahead of them. She heard what seemed like the whirs and clicks of machinery; what, were they going to have to get past a bunch of robots? Or maybe there was something at the end of the maze that would take them back out of the scenario. Or bother; who could tell? The walls themselves seemed to be groaning, but then, there was a lot of metal in the place, and it obviously wasn't light. She doubted the walls were the origins of the noise--there might be some other metal monstrosity lying in wait for them. Hard to tell, as she really couldn't hear anything clearly enough to make out what exactly it was or where it was. She opened her eyes again, breathing deeply and sighing, to settle the small butterflies that were beginning to come to life in her stomach. She knew nothing dangerous would befall them; it was simply a Danger Room simulation, after all--with the safeties on, nothing could truly hurt them. Still, if even just one of them fell to any of the obstacles they were going to be faced with, everyone one of them would lose the simulation, something Firestar did not want to happen.

"I think you're right, Entropy," Firestar said, in response to what the girl said about the exit. "Either that, or it's at the very heart of the maze, like a lot of mazes are constructed. But either way, it should be somewhere in that direction. Still," she continued, glancing at the entrance to the bulk of the maze, "we don't have much choice as to where to start out." As the others began to move on, Firestar did so as well, taking another deep breath. She wasn't claustrophobic or anything, but even so, when she stepped into the maze, with the thick metal walls soaring above her, it almost seemed as though they were closing in on her, like thay might squeeze her between them at any moment; they seemed to breath and move, the longer she gazed up at them. She realized that this was only because she was getting dizzy, light headed, and hadn't taken a breath in a while. Rectifying that once again, she ventured further into the maze, wondering what their first obstacle would be. She was careful not to get very much ahead of the others, as she didn't want to run into any of the obstacles without the rest of the team there, as well. She was certain that there would be obstacles that would render her abilities to blast things out of the way quite useless.
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