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| Exemplar and Paragon Training Session; Both teams + mentors | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 26 2008, 03:46 PM (2,756 Views) | |
| Warren Worthington | Aug 26 2008, 03:46 PM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: 9:45am Place in the timeline: Early August Jean wasn’t a morning person. Her red hair hung over her eyes in straggled locks. ‘Oh, well,’ she thought as she opened the window and yawned, ‘no one is going to see.’ She was in that pose, caught in mid-stretch, when she saw Warren stretching his wing by doing loops in the air. By the grace of God, she was wearing night-clothes but that still, she combed her fingers through her hair wearily. :: Morning, War. Getting some early practice in today? :: In contrast to his red haired team mate, Warren was an early riser, and a light sleeper. His morning ritual usually included a long flight somewhere, to stretch cramped wings and awaken his mind with the cool air that could be found in the higher regions of the sky. As he was coming back into the school, a few loops executed partly for the fun of it, Jean’s voice cut into his mind and he paused in mid air, wings beating steadily to keep him in one position as he looked down towards Scott and Jean’s windows. He grinned and waved a hand in greeting as he saw her by the window, slightly dishevelled and sleepy. ::I should fly back this way more often if I’m going to get treated to such sights:: He replied easily, having been communicating like this with her and the Professor for the best part of his life. ::Actually, you were just the person I wanted to see, Red. I have a proposal for today’s training sessions...:: Rather than explaining in words, he did what he had been taught, and let her see what he had been thinking about. It was easier and much quicker, and he had long been taught by the Professor how to do it without sending every though he ever had into a telepath’s mind. The thought shimmered into her mind as clearly as if her mind had been its origin. She smiled as she considered the proposal and nodded her head. With the month she’d left and then the months of ShadowX before that, the students in her squad had suffered from neglect, which she felt incredibly guilty about. :: Great idea, War. You’re not just a pretty face :: then added teasingly :: and I’ll stop spreading that rumor from now on.:: She sent him a cocky grin and a wink. :: The students will love it. I’ll meet you in the control booth later : Warren laughed. ::And here was me thinking it was Scott the whole time.:: He replied, swooping down and a little closer to the house as he began to fly towards his own window. Now he had to make sure he could find the Danger Room programme he was thinking about. ::See you there. Don’t be late.:: He shot back, smiling as he flew towards the balcony attached to his window. *** A few hours later, having informed the members of Paragon and Exemplar that there would be a join training session in the Danger Room at ten o’clock, Warren entered the control room, clad in one of the training uniforms. It wasn’t his intention Jean and himself to get involved but the opportunity might arrive. Seeing that no one else had arrived, he took a seat by one of the consoles and began flicking through the available programmes, looking for one in particular that would allow the team members to get the most benefit from this joint session |
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| Kurt Wagner | Aug 26 2008, 09:47 PM Post #2 |
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As always, Kurt's body simply didn't permit him to wake any later than nine in the morning. Kurt was mostly an early to bed early to rise kind of person, and today he had surfaced around the ungodly hour, as some saw it, of six in the morning, accomplishing quite a bit before receiving Warren's message about a joint training session with Exemplar. It sounded like a great deal of fun to Kurt, who didn't like to turn down an opportunity to enhance his training. After all, the danger room computer had good AI but there was nothing quite like facing off against a real live human being, complete with mistakes and moments of brilliance. Kurt wasn't militaristic in his training, but he was thorough and while he viewed this as a game he also looked for ways to learn from it. He made his way quickly down to change, doing several stretches in the locker room until he felt he would be limber enough for the exercise that was sure to follow. One might think that being superhumanly flexible would keep a person from injuring themselves. It did a little, but Kurt knew from experience that it wasn't a free pass. He finished his stretches as he walked into the danger room. As was not infrequent, he was the first one there. Well, he thought he was, not knowing that Warren was already programming in the scenario. Kurt continued to warm himself up, drawing his sword in a barely visible flash. Between the danger room and the fact that he used a practice blade Kurt was quite sure that it wasn't going to hurt anyone. He practiced against the air for a bit, utilizing a more realistic form of fencing rather than the sporting type. This style used much more free form, much more adaptable to any possible situation. Kurt's rapier flashed through the air with deftness, striking at imaginary foes. For a moment he lost himself in practice before sheathing his sword with the same speed it had been drawn. His head turned to see who else had entered the danger room. It should start filling up soon. |
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| Avery | Aug 26 2008, 10:46 PM Post #3 |
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The Danger Room doors opened with a near silent hiss as hesitantly a leather clad, slender figure stepped into its confines. Avery had only been in this room but a few times and none of those had been training sessions. Once was an introduction to the institute and another when Beast, whom was one of the few she would speak to in her early days, demonstrated the room’s various settings. A secret only known by her and perhaps a few others was one particular program that was nothing but a star light sky and the ocean rolling in and out on somewhat familiar looking beach. A gift created to cheer her up in the days when she was so very depressed and homesick. It hadn’t been activated in well over a year now. Lately Avery had been a generally happy person. Upon entering she tugged at her v’d sleeves that revealed her inner wrists, then to her collar trying to make herself feel a little more comfortable in her form fitting clothes. This was her second uniform, the previous one lost in the Shadow X battle, the only thing that wasn’t new was the special chop sticks that pierced through upswept long hair. Violet eyes scanned the room to find Kurt already warming up for the joint session and then to Warren who was checking something on the console. This definitely wasn’t her forte, and as she admired Kurt’s form she thought very much so that she didn’t belong there. But she did make an effort to tell Scott she wanted to be an X-Man, after everything she had said to him (even though she had meant every word) she’d look like a fool to be intimidated by a little training. “Good Morning…” She called out loud her hand raised in a little wave, though a bit timidly, after watching Kurt in awe for a while. Not really what else to say, nor what to do she decided to follow in Kurt example. Sliding to the floor she began to stretch, starting with her legs, using the old stretching procedures she used to use in her gymnastic classes. God it felt forever since she’d done anything remotely similar to this. The scent of vanilla mingled with wildflowers spoke loudly of her nervousness and worry. |
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| Ari Boyd | Aug 27 2008, 11:28 PM Post #4 |
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Ari had thought today would be a free day. She didn't have a class to teach and her lesson plan was already figured out. Sleeping late seemed like a great idea. But the mansion and all of it's inhabitants never agreed with her sleeping patterns, and soon Jean's voice had cut through her dreams to relay that there would be a training session with Paragon at ten a.m. Yawning, Ari resigned herself to getting up and going about her morning routine. Eating a quick breakfast, she returned to her room and got ready for the training session. Putting her long, dark hair up into a messy ponytail, her bangs still hanging over her eyes. Ari put her black leather uniform on. It was a couple pieces, unlike a lot of the other X-Men, but Ari felt that training in your actual uniform rather than the school's generic training ones was more helpful. It was better to learn how you moved in it. Entering the Danger Room, Ari's brown eyes took a quick glance around the room. Warren was sitting at the console, and Avery and Kurt were already warming up. "Good morning, mutants," she said with a smile and a little wave, her other hand moving to cover her mouth as she yawned again. She was definitely a night person and by her clock she should have had a few more hours of sleep. Thank God for some good coffee to perk her up. "Was this your bright idea, War?" she asked with a quirk of her eyebrow. "Gonna be lazy and stay in here, eh?" she asked with a grin. "Make us do all the work." Ari's gaze flitted between the pair on the floor of the DR, though it lingered for a moment on Kurt as he stretched. They'd just started dating, their relationship just a few weeks old and seeing him made Ari feel the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. She'd told Avery about their change from friends to dating, but otherwise they'd been relatively low-key about it all. They weren't hiding it by any means, but they weren't flaunting it either. She moved to join them, smiling at Kurt and leaning in for a chaste kiss. "Don't think I'm going to take it easy on you because we're dating now," she teased with a grin. Following their lead, she too began to stretch. It was definitely new to see Avery joining them, but Ari knew that her best friend would make a fantastic asset to their team. Ari had fought her, she knew how much power Avery could command. Training would undoubtedly give her better control and make her stronger. The familiar scents, which she could clearly identify by now, made her say quietly, "You're going to do great, Ave." And she meant every word. It was a broad statement, but maybe it was because Ari meant it for more than just this training session. Now they just needed everyone to finish showing up so they could get started. |
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| Kate | Aug 27 2008, 11:46 PM Post #5 |
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Ah, the mountains. The thick snow made Kate squeal as though she were years younger than her twelve years, and romp and play in it. Actually, she was five again, the North Carolinian snow coming right up to her hips as she played, but something wasn't right. There was a voice telling her about a training session in the Danger Room. Wait a second... Now twelve years old and back at the mansion again, Kate's eyes fluttered open as the telepathic message faded away. She was tangled in her bedsheets, a pillow partially on her face. She grumbled, but the idea of a training session was an intriguing one. Without bothering to shower -- she'd just get sweaty and junk soon anyway -- Kate found her uniform, folded pristinely in her chest of drawers (as opposed to being wadded up in the hamper like most of her clothing was). Though still half asleep, she wandered down to the Danger Room, doubling back briefly when she discovered that her gloves had been left behind. By the time Kate reached the Danger Room and had entered it with a slight squaring of the shoulders (no use looking like a little kid in a uniform), there were others already there and stretching. Kate made a beeline for Avery and Ari, shooting a grin at the others as she plopped down to stretch as well. "What sort've program is it?" She wanted to know after a few moments, unable to contain her curiosity. |
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| Ricochet | Aug 28 2008, 10:14 PM Post #6 |
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There is a fine line between insanity and genius. Unfortunately when it came to Ash that line went so far out of the window it travelled clean across the yard and ended up in someone else’s flowerbed. Trashed the rhododendrons…tore up the roses, pissed in the compost. In fact let’s just say the line was a small rabid dog let loose upon the neighbourhood, let’s say there was in fact no line at all, and there was just a pooch and a bone and muddy holes where once were shrubberies. Umm…we’re getting way off track here. Where am I even going? What the hell made me think about bite sized canines crapping on lawns? Get with the programme! Doubtlessly, Ricochet was all insanity with a little bit of genius. Said genius had spent the last half an hour arguing on the phone with his sister…well, she would have said arguing, he would have said philosophising…she had been mostly complaining about how he had woken her up, he had been interrogating her on why the world was round, or something along those lines. The way down to the sub basement did not make Tigger a happy person- having to travel in the elevator set his teeth on edge- kind of like a mental nails on chalkboard…the fact that everything was underground and enclosed didn’t bode well for him, but it was just about bearable. It wasn’t like it was a closet, or the boot of a car, or a very teeny tiny crushingly suffocating cupboard…… Once he was at the Danger Room doors Ash immediately decided that they opened far too slowly for the speedster, who bounced on his heels as they slid apart, glancing about and mutter-singing the lyrics that drizzled into his ears. As soon as there was just enough room for a human to slip past…it took only a couple of seconds, but the Italian was superhumanly impatient it seemed… Ash rocketed through the space at nearly his full velocity. ‘I know that I can help you…I just don’t fucking want to…’ reamed from the loudmouth’s lips as he drove to a sudden stop…singing raucously in an absentminded fashion as he scanned the area…analysing the space, the people, his team-mates- all in a single glance. To any onlooker it would appear Ash was completely lost in his own little world…a high-speed world where everything was shiny and little ships zipped around his mind like insects on amphetamines, and every structure was for climbing and jumping off of. The truth of the matter was that while for a large part Ricochet did appear incredibly immature and unobservant the teenager had an inordinately high intelligence quota; due to his whimsical mannerisms and absentmindedness people tended to underestimate him…and he knew it. It didn’t bother the speedster one iota- he used it to his advantage, and right now there was not a person nor angle nor corner he hadn’t filed away among the recesses of that chaotic mental landscape. Of course, bounding around as if he was not preparing for a training session and instead was in the centre of a dance floor, gave nothing of that away. Ipod shoved lazily into a pocket, old-school Pendulum skittering edgily through the earplugs, Ash toprocked across the DR floor before throwing himself into a coin drop. Screw stretching. Breakdancing was a good enough warm up, even if it did make him look completely random… |
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| Bobby Drake | Aug 29 2008, 11:13 AM Post #7 |
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As the message was being received the Iceman was just waking up. He rolled out of bed and got into his uniform. All the while rubbing his eyes to try and get the sleep out of them. Training in the Danger Room sounded like fun, if only Bobby could wake up. He walked towards the Danger room in his uniform with bead head hair. Even when he reached the sub basement and saw someone break dancing on the floor. It took him a moment but when the iced mutant realized the break dancing kid he noticed a few others that were already there before him. Kurt, Avery, Ari, Kate, and the break dancer. He hadn’t met him formally yet and couldn’t be sure of his name. Bobby walked over to Ari and put his head on her shoulder pretending to go back to sleep on her shoulder. Not being able to come up with and quips or flirts that particular morning he spoke and as he spoke, he had a smile on his face. , “Mornin’, ladies.” The icy mutant closed his eyes using Ari’s shoulder as a pillow. He continued with, “What’s up Kurt? And hello new person, I’d introduce myself but I like my position too much to move of even open my eyes.” He didn’t want to be rude, or sound rude, but the Iceman was enjoying laying his head on the senior member of their team. “Ari have I told you lately that your shoulder is so soft and comfortable?” Okay maybe he did have a little bit of a flirt to toss out that morning. The job of a jokester and a flirt was never finished. |
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| Lesly Cuff | Aug 30 2008, 01:30 AM Post #8 |
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Lesly was up already, simply surfing the net, posting on her _____ RPG site, when Jean sounded off in her mind. So she had spent the last half hour trying to pull her stuff together. She hasn't used her uniform since that speel with Shadow X, and now, inadvertently, was lost in Lesly's mess of a dorm. "You SURE you haven't seen it?" She asked, glaring at Anna who was simple sitting there, flipping though a newspaper, blatantly ignoring Lesly's attempts to make a bigger mess. Although the Little Author knew full well that the explosion of cloths and books on her bed. "Nope..." Anna said, sitting up on her bed, the latest "Bugle" over her knees. She Didn't even look up at her Lesly's efforts. Les glared once more as a sly smile arc across her obsessive sister's face. Anna was hiding alot more then she was letting on. Lesly looked over the mess before her, picking her ammunition carefully. She grinned evilly as she picked up a previously white sock off the pile of clothes on her bed. She gently lobbed it over to her sister. It landed lightly on top of Anna's arm. Anna shrieked in alarm as her delicate control over her environment was breached by the offensive garment. The young woman leaped out of the bed, screaming in terror at the little piece of dirt and sweat. Lesly whooped as she saw her messing Bo Staff, collapsed and right underneath where her sister was sitting a second ago. Anna shot off from the bed and into the little bathroom next to the dorm, furiously scrubbing her hands and arms. Les bent over the bed and delicately picked up the baton sized metal stick. A quick flick of her wrist and it shot out to it's full length, about a foot taller then The Little Author. A push of a button and a deft jab into the ground, it snapped back into it's portable discrete size. A quick toss in the air, and Lesly stored it in the slot in her boot. She skipped towards the door, pausing briefly before ducking her head into the bathroom. "Thank you, Anna dear. Talk to you later." She said in a sweet voice. Anna simply glared at her from the sink, still furiously scrubbing her arms. She Stole a moment to lean out of the sink to holler out to her fleeing Sister. "You're a bitch you know?" she hollered "I love you, too, Sis." Lesly said, deftly giving Anna the bird over her should before taking off down the stairs to the Danger Room. Lesly arrived not a minute later, sputtering though the door, and into the nearest person standing in the atrium, Kate. She took a breath and looked around. "So, I guess I'm not the last one here then?" She asked her best friend, before stepping down to retrieve her Bo Staff. A quick check hand to the small of her back, where she checked for her notebook and pen. She was fully armed and dangerous. "Time to Play..." She said, flicking her wrist out, and snapping the Bo staff to it's full length. |
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| Jason Helio | Aug 30 2008, 10:33 AM Post #9 |
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Jason reacted instinctively to Jean's voice in his head. He had been trying to think of it as just another power, just another convenience that the school afforded him. Break your glass? No problem just ask Ms. Boyd. Having plant problems? Talk to Ms. Doyal. Need something heavy lifted? Talk to... well him. Jean was just bypassing the tedious process of trying to contact her whole team through other methods. It's just another power. Still, it was jarring to be woken by it. It certainly made him awake and Jason figured he may as well go to the danger room. Well, he really wanted to go to the danger room. He enjoyed the danger room sessions, really enjoyed them. In some ways it was like an escape. He was good at this. He didn't have to worry about anything complicated, no mutant prejudice or family issues or anything like that. Just him and his foes. Pass/Fail. Win/Loose. The world was a complicated place. A little simplicity was nice. He had been getting better at them too, even more than he had before. He had always possessed a certain knack for improvisation and unconventional thinking. Now he had training to help with that. Not much, certainly. Just some basic martial arts. Because of his mutation everything he learned about martial arts was ten times as dangerous in his hands. Jason knew that when compared with some other mutants he wasn't that dangerous. Still, he would like to think he would hold his own. He was soon going to find out just how well he could do pitted against another team. He entered the room in just enough time to Bobby Drake prop his head lazily on Ms. Boyd's shoulder. It didn't seem to bother him that Mr. Wagner was right there. It's a high school. Gossip travels at the speed of light, and the two had made no moved to hide their relationship. For Jason it was weird when two teachers dated. It wasn't like he thought it was wrong or anything he just never really thought of his teachers that way. This school was a little different with it's live in faculty and students, but it was still kind of odd. He did manage to come in time to hear Mr. Wagner's response the Bobby's observation. "Indeed she does, Bobby," said Kurt, "Now why don't you go rest your head on your own girlfriend's shoulder. Oh wait..." He then gave The Iceman a smirk. As far as Jason knew Bobby wasn't seeing anyone. It wasn't for lack of trying though. Mr. Wager seemed to be a very kind person, but he had a mischievous side as well. Jason made a joke of an entirely different kind. "I thought there were supposed to be two teams here?" said Jason. He only saw three people from Paragon, not counting Mr. Worthington. The rest would surely arrive soon, because if things stood as they were this would be very one sided, it seemed. |
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| Jean | Aug 30 2008, 01:54 PM Post #10 |
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Jean hurried down the hallway to the Danger Room, not exactly running but not ambling along taking her sweet time either. She entered the control room and slipped into the seat beside Warren. He was searching through the catalogue of scenario programs but she could feel the unseen smirk. “Ok, ok, you were right,” she sagged back into the chair. “But honestly, it wasn’t my fault. Rosie couldn’t find her duck,” she said, giving Warren an imploring look that said ‘you try explaining to a four year old about team training meetings when the toy she wants is missing.’ “It was under her bed, for some reason. We’re going to have to get a bigger toy box.” Jean lifted her voice so that Ari could hear it, “Which wouldn’t be a problem if Ari would stop spoiling her,” she said teasingly. Ari didn’t give her that much, but Jean couldn’t resist. She looked out at the two teams, those who’d shown up so far. It wasn’t a surprise for there to be missing people; in a school like theirs, the extraordinary was the ordinary. The ones who didn’t turn up would have their names taken down and after the session she or Warren, or both, would track them down. Nine times out of ten they were having a bizarre hiccup with their power or a friend was and they’d stayed to keep them company. They would no doubt find a student stuck to the ceiling or engaged in a cover-up of something having gone horribly, and yet sometimes amusingly, wrong. Reason for absence: Ability malfunction It was a common malady. The two teams were milling together. Avery looked focused and more confident than she had only a few months ago. Jean was glad she decided to join the team; while she was an excellent nurse, her potential was wasted in the med lab. Ricochet was doing his own thing. He was new and Jean was still gauging his personality but was silently leaning toward him needing extra direction. She was all for him being a unique individual, but if he had problems working with others, then he was useless in a team dynamic. And speaking of dynamics, the interplay between Kurt, Bobby, and Ari caught her attention: the flirting and playful banter. She slid a sideways glance toward Warren. :: You doing okay?:: She asked War in a concerned murmur, not wanting the others to hear and think it was an issue. "What sort've program is it?" Zodiac’s question sounded through the control room speakers. “Hopefully, one you’ll enjoy, Zodiac.” Jean’s voice answered her but giving a response too vague to be helpful. “Looks like the Paragons are out-numbered by two,” she said to Warren. “Would you like Ricochet on your team? He’s new and hasn’t trained with either yet.” |
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| Kim Parker | Aug 30 2008, 05:40 PM Post #11 |
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Kimberly always woke up early. She had a morning jog around the school, then some tinkering in her and Jessica’s room with her music; at this point she usually woke Preview up because she made a bit of noise while she did it, even when she was trying to be quiet. So imagine, there she was jamming away with her OverProtected single she planned on performing at the Mutant festival when Warren arrived at her door telling her about a training session. The only thing she could respond with to warren was ”Oh No! I haven’t had any time to get dressed!” She was still decked out in her running gear, sweat-shirt, sweat-pants, and a pink headband and matching ipod carrying armband. ”I will be right there!” and then the door was slammed shut. There was a lot of running around at that point, her ‘mission-style’ outfit was scattered about the room and it was the only thing she wore for these kinds of occasions: it was a Kim Parker original, she made everything herself. Kimberly loved training sessions; it had been a long time sense Shadow-X was around. It was the only time Kimberly had really dedicated to training, and it showed. But even back then she had truly enjoyed training. The few sessions she did with Jason were particularly fun. The prospect had her all sorts of excited. She bolted from her room, a trail of fog following her as she rushed towards the danger room; she had a habit of setting her powers loose sometimes when she was really excited, once the focus was gone her Hydrokinetic powers did small things like start fog, or make rain clouds in the dorm rooms. About twenty minutes later, Fashionably late as always, Kim stepped through the threshold and into the Danger Room. “Its OKAY, Kimberly parker has arrived. ” she did a little pose and smiled at everyone, it had been a long time coming that everyone got together for this. It may only be temporary, but she knew that in the danger room sessions she usually managed to keep up. When she went out into the real world, when she fought Ari, when she fought Polaris, when she went with Logan and everyone else to the flood; she felt that everyone was running at a speed much faster than her, and she couldn't match their pace. “so when are we going to kick start this party?” |
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| Kelrian | Aug 31 2008, 03:45 PM Post #12 |
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Kelrian had a little problem, though it certainly wasn't an ability malfunction. If it was, he'd be plastered to the pavement. Which would really really suck. Since he never really slept, he'd just been waiting for it to be a reasonable time to leave the mansion without ruffling some feathers. Er. Agitating people, that is. So, as soon as it was daylight, he'd grabbed something to eat and went off for his morning run. Just the usual, you know? Only, this time it wasn't. He hadn't gotten very far from the mansion before there was an accident. And this time it hadn't been his fault. Really, it wasn't. He'd just been in the wrong place at the right time. He was good at that; his luck just sucked. This one car went off into the wrong lane, another swerved to avoid it, and it just happened that he was where it swerved to... yeah, it was NOT fun. Some people had gotten hurt, him included. By the time the ambulance got there, however, he was perfectly fine and he had gotten everyone away from the vehicles which were so much twisted junk. He'd stayed with them until the ambulance came and took the people away, and quietly slipped away. The others had been convinced that they missed him, but he didn't want to be taken to the hospital for a check up or whatever. He'd spent enough time in the hospital as a child and he was not spending another minute in one if he could avoid it. And he was about half way back to the school when he got the call. It was then he began running again. He was going to be late, and he was a complete wreck. The young-ish regen rapidly hit the code for the gates and pelted across the grounds. What time was it?! He was barely out of breath by the time he got to his room and pulled his uniform on - with a brief thought as to where his roommate was - and washed away all splatterings of blood and dirt he could find. He didn't look like he was in an accident. He hoped. With a shake of his head, he glanced at the clock. There was still some time. He downed a V8, and hoped that it'd be enough to make up what his body had went through. Really, he needed to carry around vitamins and such with him when he went out running. Not that he expected that kind of shit to happen regularly. There were quite a few people from his team already there when he arrived at the danger room. He smiled at everyone, and wondered what the dancing was about. It looked like fun, but that wasn't why they'd been called here was it? They weren't having dancing lessons, because if they were he'd run the other way. Immediately. He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. This was shaping up to be an.... interesting.... morning. |
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| Evvy | Aug 31 2008, 06:19 PM Post #13 |
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The chaos in the bedroom was unbelievable, as was the interplay between the Cuff sisters. Living with Lesly and Anna was really something else. Evelyn quietly got ready while they ... acted like sisters, really. She shook her head and slipped out while Lesly retrieved her staff from her older sibling. She wasn't going to train on an empty stomach; she went down to the kitchen in her uniform to grab an apple and deftly split the fruit into quarters. The fifteen year old plant manipulator munched on them on the way down to the danger room, noting others going past her as she did so. She took her own pace; it wasn't quite time yet, and she wasn't going in with food. It didn't seem quite professional. Or whatever. The girl, codename Rosethorn, blinked as she entered. She remained absolutely silent and still for several moments, before slowlying inching her way to hide behind Kelrian. He was one of the few people she felt comfortable around here, and he was closest in both friendship and distance. How was she going to handle this? There were just too many people here, and they weren't all even here yet! She remained silent and tense for a few moments more, before relaxing. She took a few deep breaths, and managed a smile. Kel looked a little ruffled, but she didn't say anything. With him, it was best not to ask. He was a walking disaster, sometimes, and he preferred not to draw attention to that fact. Not to mention, as likely as not, she probably did not want to know. Or wouldn't once he told her. Looking around she realized that people were doing stretches and stuff. Stuff including dancing, but really. She didn't let stuff like that faze her quite as much as it has before. Evvy gave Avery a little wave and sat down, doing a few stretches of her own. Just to warm up. She had no idea what they were going to do, after all. "Heya Les," she greeted quietly, trying to loosen her muscles up a little. She was way too tense. This was her worst problem. Her fear of heights and spiders were just about done for, but this... it was almost as bad as the day she came... |
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| Faye | Aug 31 2008, 08:40 PM Post #14 |
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The Seer known as Galadrien Dai'Fayerth was in the kitchen when the mental call came. Cooking was bit problematic for the redhead. Bad things happened, and even when he didn't set things on fire or mess up appliances, he did stupid things like try to boil scrambled eggs. Luckily, he realized his defficiency in the cooking area. He had poured himself and his little sister some lucky charms. Yay for cereal, which certainly could not be made to combust accidentally unless your powers are geared that way... Faye shook his head and patted his little sister's head when he heard the announcement. So, a training session. And exactly what good would he be in this little exercise? Only one way to find out... he sighed. He wasn't really a combatant. He probably never would be. His powers weren't attuned to that kind of thing, and while he'd hoped that they might change in that regard he'd kinda given up on that. It was enough that he could warn others about impending doom if need be. It had to be, really, because there was nothing he could do other than that. He'd already decided on leaving. His things weren't all packed yet, and his notes to his friends unwritten. A few days and he'd be gone. He probably should tell his squad leader after the session. It wasn't just because he wasn't cut out for the x-men, or that he felt unnecessary. He wanted to live closer to work, because the commute absolutely sucked. He couldn't think of how to tell this all to his friends. Not that there were an overabundence of those, but he wouldn't be surprised if Jayson hit him or something. Then again, she'd probably be glad that he wouldn't be around to pester her daily. He sighed and headed down to the danger room. He saw no point in hurrying. He'd get there quickly enough, there was no need to rush around when it was just a practice session.... and he was leaving anyway. Instead of going straight to the danger room, he walked to the paragon squad leader and asked with a half smile, "Mind if I talk to you after this?" He hadn't talked to anyone about his leaving yet, other than those he needed to contact to get to his new living arrangements. He figured that he couldn't avoid it much longer... He smiled slightly and headed to the danger room as soon as Warren assented. There weren't many people from Warren's squad yet, he noted as he entered the room. There were several other things that he could have noted; he chose to ignore them. Perhaps it was slightly unusual to see him lost in thought rather than energetic and annoying. He didn't much care anymore. This was his last session. He intended to make something of it. |
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| Anne Lee | Aug 31 2008, 11:55 PM Post #15 |
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JP Mordred twins/Anne Lee Anne Lee was beyond tired. She'd pulled another late nighter after a late nighter. For the last two nights she had stayed up typing away at her laptop. What time did she go to bed? Maybe falling asleep using the keyboard for a pillow wasn't a good thing. It gave her a sore neck. She stretched and yawned and skipped off to the danger room wearing one of the basic training uniforms. Ran and Lyn were lounging in the lounge. It was what it was there for, right? The red-headed twins weren't planning to do anything much until it was decided that there was going to be a multi team training session. So they had to go to their rooms and find their uniforms. Which was a rather long and painful process. It had gotten to be a bit of a mess in their humble abode. Thus fully attired, they made their way down to the danger room. It wasn't really that early, but they were still kinda sleepy... By the time she made it to the elevator Anne Lee was humming a tune. If she sang it aloud people would be staring at her. Well, actually, they already stared at her which was exactly what she wanted. After the adventure of being a child ended the blonde couldn't help but be a little more childish. It was fun. Who cared if she was 16 and should be learning to drive? As the elevator descended she wondered if there could be elevator music installed. The moment the doors flew open she skipped out and right passed the red head twins. Turing back she began walking next to the Twins. Then, after grabbing Lyn's hand, Anne Lee pulled her along while pushing Ran from behind to make him go faster. "Come on, we are going to be late," she said cheerfully as if being late was the best thing in the world. They hadn't noticed the blond girl - Anne Lee - coming up behind them. Of course the twins were off in their own little world. As usual. Really, getting their own bodies didn't make much difference, except they both got to interact with others at the same time. Except, times like now... could be problematic. They were so closely linked at that moment they had a little issue figuring out who was where and what was happening. Being pushed from behind, Ran ended up stumbling and managed to faceplant in front of the other two. Lyn was dragged along like a limp doll until Ran fell, and then she gave a little yelp as if SHE had fallen... before she realized that she was upright and perfectly fine.. "Why did you fall, Ran?" she asked with a small giggle. Then more seriously she asked, "Are you OK? I'm sorry." Her seemingly careless actions could have people hurt. Interesting. "I can't wait for the DR session!" Without warning she let go of Lyn's hand and pulled at Ran's arm trying to help him up. He was taller than her. Once he got up with no help from her Anne Lee grabbed his hand along with Lyn's. "Let's get there as fast as we are able." Anne Lee charged forward. A few moments later the danger room doors were opening to let the trio in. Ran nodded slightly, "I'm fine.." He stood up, hampered slightly by her trying to help. The Mordred twins followed in Anne Lee's wake, slightly bemused. Of one mind, really. The blond girl was kinda crazy-like. They didn't even have to say anything, mentally or otherwise. Speaking wasn't really necessary for them, it never was. Their link was from earliest childhood, and had only gotten stronger over the years. Separation had not changed that. They might never divide into two distinct entities. And really... they didn't care. They were how they were, and they loved each other, and couldn't imagine living without each other. Was that wrong? If it was, they didn't care about that either. They noticed what was going on in the DR... but only vaguely. It took a few moments for them to become fully aware of their surroundings sometimes. Increasingly so, actually. Once they were no longer 'out of it', they looked around. Neither was smiling. This wasn't something they looked forward to, but they intended to do their best. They would become stronger... they couldn't remain weak and dependent on the others. It wasn't fair. The doors opened, the twins hands were released, Anne Lee made a bee-line to one single person. "Hey Kate," she said loudly and brightly before giving the empath a giant hug from behind. "Mittens is doing alright though I think he got stuck in a tree." That had been whispered in Kate's ear but moments after she spoke so everyone could hear her, loudly. "Well, being late is one thing. What's this training session about? I can't wait." She was unaware that the question had already been asked. |
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