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| Topic Started: Mar 28 2010, 10:26 PM (456 Views) | |
| Jason Helio | Mar 28 2010, 10:26 PM Post #1 |
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Energy Generation, Superstrength
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Feb 20th 4:30 pm Getting your ass kicked hurts. It hurts a lot. Even for someone like Jason. Jason had taken some heavy blows in the past, to be sure. A particularly vivid memory was his brief, if terrifying, battle with Juggernaut during apocalypse. The massive brotherhood member had only managed to get off one hit on him before their fight was called because of outside forces. It was still to this day probably the single greatest blow Jason had been dealt in his entire life. But in his previous serious fights against other meta humans the fights, like his bout with Juggernaut, hadn't been finished. At Peach Lake Park the fight had been finished. Jason had literally been beaten into unconsciousness with brutal unforgiving metal fists. He hated feeling helpless like that. Jason had felt helpless before his mutation, and hadn't even known it. He didn't realize how little control he had over his own destiny until fate and genetics gave him some real control. The staff could say what they will about mutations not making one mutant better than another, about how they were all equal and all able to use their powers for good. But look at them. A solid collection of some of the most powerful people on the planet. Jason knew that they were right, in a way. The world had been shaped by relatively powerless ordinary men. But times were changing. Who would Xavier had been if instead of having unparalleled control over the human mind he had been gifted with the ability to glow in the dark at will or something? Jason was not in the mood to go back to being helpless. He had at this school the tools to become stronger, or at least better. He didn't have the kind of super strength that you could just use as a blunt battering ram, shrugging off attacks without trouble and pounding endlessly at his opponents. His powers had to be focused. The more controlled they were, the better he would be. So Jason stood outside the danger room for an individual session. He had been trying to schedule them as often as possible. Of course, when they weren't being used for class the X men used the danger room and of course any other students who wanted to use it had just as much right as he did. Of course, Jason had requested an extremely hard course. He imagined that he would probably not succeed in it, but no one got stronger by not challenging themselves. |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | Mar 30 2010, 04:19 AM Post #2 |
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Healing Factor/Enhanced Senses/Adamantium Claws
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Logan sank against the broken slab of concrete and looked down at his bloodied shoulder; what had started off as a torrent of fiery pain had died down to nothing more than a tingle. Felt more like bad circulation than anything else. Good... it was almost healed. Bullet wounds were annoying as hell. The whir of servos and hydraulics whined through the air around him, punctuated by a dull metallic thud that was slowly drawing nearer Wolverine's current location. Fine by him... saved him the trouble of having to run across a football field's stretch of dirt to finish the job. Sometimes the enemy could be so obliging... A shadow crept over the slab of concrete Logan had been propped up against, causing the feral to look directly above him to see a large metal hand hovering a good twenty feet almost directly above him. It came down with a crash, iron fingers enclosing the top of the man-made boulder and using it as an anchor to drag the rest of its maimed body behind it. The sound it made as it scrapped across the broken pavement made Logan want to kill a busload of nuns. Moments later a head appeared over the slab, its glowing eyes scanning for its target; it never got the chance to register Logan's ugly mug. In a flash his claws were out, one set sunk deep in the hand of the half-wrecked Sentinel after he had vaulted in the air as high as his muscled legs would take him. He used the 'grip' he had on the machine's chassis to propel him even closer to the Sentinel's face, coming close enough to sink his second set of claws into the thing's face. As sparks began to fly from gashes in the thing's scanners and navigational systems, Wolverine sank his other set in the thing's neck and began climbing up its head, tearing out chunks of iron and wiring as he went. Reaching the top of the machine's head Logan anchored himself against the metal surface as he began slicing away at chunks of the thing's brain. Any second... And suddenly the lights went out and the mangled Sentinel collapsed to the ruined New York ground beneath it. It's only remaining arm crumpled beneath the weight of the thing's torso. As soon as the robot crashed to the ground, Wolverine retracted his claws, and bounded off his victim, dropping into a roll and coming out of it on his feet. He straightened from the crouch he'd landed in as he pulled his watch out of his pocket; it was four-thirty. The exercise had taken him a little over seventeen minutes. Not bad seeing as he'd only been looking to kill some time while waiting for the kid to show up. He grabbed his mask and pulled it off his face, letting it fall back like a hood, “End simulation and open the doors.” New York and the Sentinel that had caused its ruin pixilated before disappearing, leaving Logan standing alone in a very big, very empty room. As soon as the hard-light holograms had completely faded, the main doors to the danger room slid open, attracting Logan's attention from the watch. He looked up to find his four-thirty appointment standing in the doorway. “You comin in or what?” |
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| Jason Helio | Apr 1 2010, 05:43 AM Post #3 |
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Energy Generation, Superstrength
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Jason couldn't make out what Wolverine had been doing before he arrived. The brief hazy images that he could make out before they became nothing just told him that there was a bunch of explosions and destruction. What Jason figured was a slow Tuesday for the man in front of him. In any school there are some teachers that students fear more than others. When you tell your classmates you have this teacher they all go "Oh man, you have Mr. soandso? Glad I'm not you." Well Wolverine was like that times 100 at Xavier's. Everyone in school knew that he had been in the army, that the metal bones were not natural, and nothing else mostly. Rumors towered around him. He was really over one thousand years old and had fought in almost every war in history. He was actually the school's assassin and when he left he was taking care of "problem" people that the students didn't know about. He was a ruthless SHIELD agent who was only there as a deal with them so SHIELD didn't bust down the door. He was a werewolf. Seriously, that's a theory floating around. Jason didn't put much stock in the rumors. He went with what he could tell. What he could tell was that Wolverine was a soldier, and a damned good one. He was tough, and pretty much every staff member regarded the feral with a measure of respect. Wolverine's feared toughness was the reason that Jason was glad he was about to learn from him. His pause at the door was enough to earn a snide remark from the Canadian, and Jason walked quickly to stand in front of him. Though feared, he was way shorter than Jason. A lot thicker though. Jason was eager to begin, despite the fact that the session began with a rebuke. He couldn't help but smirk some, just in excitement. Wolverine took stoic silence to a new level, so Jason decided to jump in since he possessed the polar opposite talent of not shutting up. "So, what's the lesson plan?" |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | Apr 11 2010, 03:52 AM Post #4 |
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The double doors slid shut behind the kid as he strolled into the Danger Room and approached Logan while asking his teacher what the plan was for this session. Logan studied the kid for several moments of awkward silence while replaying the moments he'd seen the kid in action. Previous Danger Room simulations, drills, exercises... and helping bring that riot in Mutant Town under control. Jason had power, but he'd seen plenty of powerful men go down in a heartbeat to well-placed blows, and that's what he wanted the boy to learn today. So many of these kids found their identities in their powers, letting them rule who they were, and Logan's mission was to show them that their powers were nothing more than tools. As a man who had fallen prey to his own abilities and to this day kept them from overpowering his self-discipline, he felt more than qualified to give these students a swift kick in the pants and wake them up. “Kid,” he finally said, “You could probably knock me out with a single swing if I just stood here and took it.” He took a couple of steps toward Jason, “But I'd still kill you in less than five seconds if you were a threat.” “You got power. I've seen you wail on stuff I'd bleed on. It's impressive, but there's a whole world full of mutants out there than can hit just as hard as you or harder. That makes you just another stupid kid thinkin with his armpit hair, and yer gonna stop that crap.” “Yer gettin better with your control, but you've hit a wall, and till you start usin this more,” he continued as he tapped the side of his head, “You ain't gonna get anywhere. Your powers are nice, but what's gonna set you apart from the rest and maybe turn you into an X-Man one day is when you start actually applyin logic, reason, and strategy to day-to-day situations and conflicts.” Suddenly the Danger Room walls distorted, turning into a large room full of open shipping containers. Lights were mounted to the walls; stacks of the boxes littered the entire arena creating the appearance of a maze, blocking the light and giving the area a twilight feel to it. The corner of Logan's mouth twitched as nostalgia briefly kicked in... one of the few memories he had that lasted more than a few minutes. “Place is an adamantium holding facility, and there's only three people in here. You need the key to get out of here, and the only other person in the room's got it. She wants to kill you. Safety's off, so don't let her. I'll be around watchin yer progress,” he said as he glanced down at the floor. “Try to make it quick.” There was about a quarter of an inch of water sliding across the surface of the floor, rising very slowly. |
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| Jason Helio | Apr 20 2010, 03:03 AM Post #5 |
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Energy Generation, Superstrength
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Jason wasn't sure how he felt about his teacher's claim that he could kill Jason in five seconds. It was a mixture of the realistic side of him arguing that it was probably true and the idealistic side thinking that it would at least take him longer than that. There was also a part of him that was nervous about the fact that Logan had considered how long and how to take out Jason. Jason had thought about it himself, he had to admit but... he was a student. Everyone wanted to bring down the big man. Did Wolverine plan for all of his students going bad? Practical? Yes. Scary? Also yes. All that aside, the short furry man had a point. Jason had done okay, but he had gotten his ass kicked for a reason. It had happened before and it would continue to happen until he honed his powers. Who better to teach him to do that than... the guy who could kill him in five seconds. "Day to day?" was all Jason could say, "how often you guys go on missions anyway?" Jason was fairly certain that Wolverine would, at very best, sneer at his attempt at humor. Sometimes you hit it, sometimes you don't. Jason had pretty thick skin when it came to that. The Danger Room transformed, and Jason found himself in a warehouse. Three people in the room. Did that include him? So he had two enemies? Jason knew that he was not facing up against dumb thugs with guns. What kind of powers would they have? Jason took the room very slowly. He poked his head around corners before taking them, trying to make sure he couldn't be caught by surprise. For all of that, he was anyway. Not totally by surprise. The sound of rushing caused him to turn quickly. A man, carrying was standing in an impossible spot, still partially water. Jason remembered that he had felt rushing water on his feet before. He hadn't thought anything of it before. He would definitely remember it if he survived where he was now. He didn't know what the weapon was, but didn't want to get hit by it to find out. He swept his arm to the side to block to blow but couldn't push it away before it sliced into his skin right at his ribs. The pain came immediately, but Jason gritted his teeth and spiked his strength. His hand started to strike and a watery look came over his foe. At impact the enemy blew apart, water everywhere. Jason was proud of himself right up into the point where a sharp, searing pain spiked into his back and the danger room faded. A brief replay showed, displaying how his foe, a lithe woman, slide a long serrated blade between his ribs directly into his heart. She had been positioned directly into his blind spot. If this had been real life, Jason would never have known who killed him. Jason frowned at it, dissatisfied with how he did. How did she get there? He would have to be ore careful. "Well, that went pretty well," he said sarcastically, "But maybe I could give it another shot at it. Just to kind of fine tune it." |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | May 2 2010, 03:20 AM Post #6 |
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Wolverine merely grunted as he took a couple of steps forward. He ignored Jason's comment, preferring to jump into teaching mode, “First mistake is you ain't listenin. You wanna be an effective soldier, you gotta learn to multitask. The days of starin down an enemy in front of you waitin for him to make the first move is long gone. We're dealing with mutants that can teleport, make copies of themselves, predict the future... times change, and we gotta change if we got a chance in hell.” He thought of the best way to approach the situation; simply restarting the program wasn't going to work... not until he got through the kid's thick skull. “How 'bout this,” he said as he pulled a remote from his pocket. He spent a couple of moments putting new parameters in his program before the room rematerialized... the quarter inch of water had returned to the floor of an empty room. Logan tucked the controller back in his pocket and remained where he was instead of backing off. Metal-laced claws popped from his knuckles with that all too familiar sound as he stared at the boy. Wolverine had learned everything the hard way – he'd been blown up, stabbed, beaten, shot, suffocated, tortured, and burned... and thanks to his healing factor, he'd walked away every time a better man for it. Kids like Jason didn't have that luxury, if that's what you could call it; they only had one set of kidneys. “First mistake most people make is the water. It's risin... means they got a time limit. A clock starts tickin off seconds in a man's head when he's got a set amount of time to do somethin. They get panicky, thinkin about what happens when that time runs out, and most of 'em end up findin out. Not you.” “What else can you use the water for?” As he was speaking, a lone figure had been stepping up behind the young man, a staff raised as he crept closer. As soon as the figure was within striking distance, he brought the stick down on the boy's head, intent on knocking Jason out. |
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| Jason Helio | May 2 2010, 05:19 AM Post #7 |
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Energy Generation, Superstrength
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Wolverine had absolutely zero appreciation for Jason's humor. Him and Mr. Grey-Summers had more in common than either of them would admit with a gun pointed at their head. Of course, Jason wasn't on 'Last Comic Standing' so he just listened to what the seasoned soldier had to say. Jason had gone to the school of hard knocks when it came to fighting. He didn't have any official fighting experience until now. He knew in his head that he had to be observant, but he hadn't focused on training that up. The sound of the claws popping out rang in Jason's ear and his whole body tensed up at the sight of them. Was he going to have to fight Wolverine now? He hoped he'd go easy on him. Jason knew that the feral was faster and extremely dangerous to his power. Even highly trained, Jason had utterly zero defense for those claws and a well placed stab would make him just as dead as the next guy. He was still listening to the man's words. He had decided not to worry about the water too much until it got high enough to kill him. Actually, if it got to swimming level it wouldn't have been a huge detriment. Calli boy Jason was a strong swimmer, and his strength to mass ratio made him even better. Plus, why worry about it now? Plenty of other things to be concerned with. Like getting stabbed. Hard. His mind wheeled with thought but his eyes never left his teacher, tensed for the man's next move, "Well, I'd probably be able to hear someone if they were walking through water and I guess you could always throw something in it as a distract..." Wham! It is questionable whether it's possible for hard light holograms to actually be hard enough to knock an extremely physical mutant such as Jason out in one punch. At the end of the day, the 'cage' Jason was in wasn't really adamantium and if he really really really wanted to the miniature strong man could probably just shatter the hologram itself. Hard light was just hard light. It could only be so dense. Jason was immediately knocked to the floor, and dazed for a moment, realizing that he had just demonstrated that he hadn't applied his teacher's lesson. "Fuckin' ..." he said, not sure what he was cursing at as he was on his feet almost instantly. The man reared back for another swing but Jason took a swing of his own. The foe stepped back to avoid it. It dawned on Jason that for a few moments he had entirely forgotten that there was an assassin behind him with blades protruding from his knuckles who could quite possibly be an enemy right not. Just to be on the safe side Jason reverted back to the old super strength standby. The ground pound. It wasn't just for Hulk any more. Slamming massively powerful fists into the ground was just an all around great way to deal with those pesky zippy enemies. First of all everything with less mass than a car in an immediate ten foot area around him was not going to be staying upright. Depending on it's weight it would either fly back or at least be knocked over. So if Wolverine was deciding to really pound the lesson into his head, Jason was at least going to make him take ten whole seconds to do it. The danger room shook with the impact of Jason's |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | May 16 2010, 07:13 PM Post #8 |
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Healing Factor/Enhanced Senses/Adamantium Claws
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As far back as Wolverine could remember, which wasn't all that much to brag about, every time he popped those unbreakable, razor sharp claws out of his knuckles, people listened. Eyes widened and flickered down at the adamantium implements, sure that they were about to sink through stomach lining and ropes of intestine while shattering half their lumbar vertebrae. They'd lose the ability to walk and shit while getting to see what their lunch looked like all mashed up together and half disintegrated by stomach fluids. The reaction varied... some wore a mask of cool unconcern like their life depended on it. Some people's eyes barely moved at all... the slightest hint of a flutter in their eyelids when that familiar 'snikt' pierced the air. Some stared in wide-eyed terror, having heard of Weapon X or Wolverine or Logan or whatever the hell he was known by in whatever god forsaken area of the world he was assigned to kill in. He'd even witnessed one man piss himself before passing out. Those claws cut off more than limbs and lives... they cut off witty barbs, retorts, and excuses. Psychological warfare had been part of his training, or maybe it had just been injected straight into his cranium like half the other garbage that floated around in his mind had been. Whatever. The truth was that while he wouldn't blink at doing whatever he had to with them, unsheathing those things had more often or not been all it had taken to get the job done. He hadn't planned on doing shit to Jason, but they claws... they did their job. The kid had been drawn to them enough to provide a distraction while the hard light enemy managed to get close enough to crack him over the head with his stick. Jason went down into the water cursing the attacker, and Wolverine pulled the remote out. He dialed it up a bit, sure that he'd proved his point... now the session could begin again. The shipping containers were back in the room, stacked in columns. The kid reacted like a mad bull calf, climbing back on his feet and taking a swing at his adversary. The limber attacker jumped back, however, dodging the blow that would have likely shattered a living man's rib cage. Wolverine would need to talk to him about control, but one thing at a time. Surviving an enemy was more important than subduing one so you could make him sing later on. Then he did what Logan hadn't expected. Apparently, Jason still thought his teacher was going to stab him while he wasn't looking. It was the best reason Logan could come up with why the kid did the ground pound. Crude, but it got the job done. The enemy fell backward, rolling across the floor and away from Jason as he attempted to regain control over himself. Logan fell back as well, hitting the ground with his shoulder and going limp as he also began to roll, but unlike the hard light enemy, he brought his tumble to an immediate halt by sinking his claw into the still-quaking ground. He heard a crash from above and retracted both sets of claws, rolling to the right just as the corner of a shipping container slammed into the spot exactly where Logan had been. Crates and containers were spilling all around them, making Jason's assailant disappear in the momentary chaos. Logan jumped on top of one and leaped in the air to avoid another as it came crashing down on the first. He landed on top of another as it bounced across the floor and immediately vaulted to the floor, crouching just as another brushed the top of his head. “Good man,” he said with a note of pride that couldn't be heard. “Remembered there was more than two people in the room. Don't worry though... I ain't gonna do nothin. I'm just watchin... this is between you and him.” As if his words were a signal, the hidden man vaulted out of the air, his staff raised, it's sharp end aimed at Jason's throat. |
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| Jason Helio | May 23 2010, 06:27 AM Post #9 |
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Well, Jason did get a compliment out of the harsh teacher, at least. Wolverine was infamous for being hard to impress. Well, now was not the time to get a big head. Jason decided to take him at his word. Partially because Jason anticipated enough trouble with just this enemy. Throwing in any other obstacle would be... very difficult. The enemy hurtled towards the young mutant, who threw himself out of the way of the pointy end. He hadn't honed his martial skills to the point where he could dodge things like that too carefully. As it was, Jason landed a good twenty feet away. One of the hardest things to do was attack an opponent from a run. Jason just found himself too easy to predict. He reached down and picked up a broken piece of packing crate. Jason's projectiles were dangerous, at best. Entirely deadly at worst. Anything in his hands could be turned into a powerful weapon. A rock. A baseball, a pencil, a car. Anything. Jason just had to keep a couple laws of physics in mind. He couldn't throw something with too much force. It would just crumble in his hand and not do anything. He also had to work on his aim. That was why he liked to pick up large items. It's okay to barely be able to hit the broad side of a barn as long as you can throw a barn. He'd go major league pitcher later. The chunk of crate he threw was about as big as two people, and as per usual, off center. Still close enough wing the other man if it hit though. It was the enemies turn to fling himself out of the way and Jason kept the barrage coming. The foe moved around, inhumanly. Son of a bitch was jumpy. It didn't take him long to overcome the initial shock of jumping for his life. He jumped forward to avoid a crate, right, then entirely out of Jason's vision, flanking him. Jason turned quickly to see the man flat running at him. Jason kicked at nothing but the water, sending a powerful splash. From anyone else the act would be laughable, but the impact of Jason's swinging leg transferred minimally through the water. Minimally was enough for the man to feel the impact, to be slowed, to have to close his eyes from the rushing water. Tiny Mighty capitalized, running for the temporarily stunned enemy. His hand swung in a wide arc, connecting with the staff. Reverberations shook through it as the mere connection of his fingertips sent it flying out of the way. The enemy was prone, but as Jason's fist flew towards the sternum of the enemy his eye caught the glimpse, a flash. One hand was holding the staff but the second he had been deterred and blinded the enemy had reached for a spare knife with his other hand. That knife now drove itself hard towards Jason's chest. Jason twisted, aborting his attack on the enemy and the knife slid along his rib. The danger room simulated the pain, and Jason winced with it. Had the wound been real, he would need a lot of stitches. Jason was way off balance now, and he struggled to keep his feet. The enemy was also thrown off kilter from Jason's brushing away of his staff. Jason's eyes danced around, trying to find a way to regain the advantage. Jason came up with a plan on the fly. Running at the enemy with his fist raised to attack. As expected, the nimble bastard just jumped out of the way, and the momentum of Jason's missed punch carried him to one knee. He could demolish a Winnebego with that blow. The foe saw his chance, pressing the young man. Jason knew exactly where the piece of debris was, reaching beneath the water for it the moment he had landed. As the foe started his attack, Jason swung around with a ten foot piece of shipping container. When it connected, the man was brushed aside like a swatted fly. He hurtled a solid twenty feet before crashing down to the water. The water was waist lever now. Jason jumped over to the man, but didn't get too close. He could be any kind of mutant. Jason knew that a person could survive a while under water before they died, and he didn't just nail this guy to get gutted while trying to keep him from dying. He knew this could be part of the test. The hardcore Wolverine might have had a different view on taking a life than some of his other teachers, but had this been a real foe Jason would have tried to keep him from dying if he could. If he couldn't, Jason Helio sure as hell wasn't going to beat himself up about it. You play with fire, you'll get burned. You play with a fantastically strong mutant, you're gonna get smacked around a little. Either way, Jason was anxious to see what his teacher would say now that he actually applied a lesson. |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | May 31 2010, 06:03 PM Post #10 |
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Wolverine grunted from his perch on top of a shipping container, one hand holding a freshly-lit cigar. “Good thinkin kid,” he muttered to himself, his face remaining as stony as ever. Jason had displayed the beginnings of being able to think strategically and use his surroundings, and with a bit of work and practice, he'd be able to give most relatively intelligent assholes a run for their money, but now it was time to test his muscle. The water around Jason's ankles solidified almost as if it had become concrete, and the area where his enemy had fallen suddenly exploded. A giant spray sent water flying in all directions, soaking the highest columns of crates and putting out Logan's new cigar. He pulled it out and gave it a wry look before tossing it over the side of his own perch and into the waist-deep pool. Glaring down at Jason was his enemy completely encased in the heart of a giant figure composed completely of water – obviously some form of hydrokinesis. The thing stood twelve feet tall with deformed arms and legs and surrounded by several thrashing tentacles of H2O that immediately launched themselves at the kid. Although they were made of nothing but water, they felt more like dense rubber when touched, but moved like vipers as they lashed at Jason. The thing itself seemed to glide and step forward at the same time, closing the distance between them in a single stride. The man inside the giant balled both his fists together and raised them over his head, and the golem copied its master's move, raising massive fists above its head before bringing them down on top of where Jason stood with crushing force. Logan merely watched, eyes intent as he observed every move his student made. The kid wanted to be pushed, and had come to him to do it... hopefully he'd known what he was in for. |
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| Jason Helio | Jun 5 2010, 04:21 AM Post #11 |
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Jason had but a brief moment to bask in his accomplishment, finally having won one. Jason hadn't physically exerted himself enough to be tired by now. It took a lot more than that to tire him, and Wolverine didn't seem like he would be happy until he had accomplished that difficult task. The previously downed enemy rose up, lifted by his watery manifestation. So the beginning was just a warm up. This was going to be a lot less of a strategic exercise than a test of power. Now the one question on Jason's mind for a moment was if he hit the watery enemy, what would happen? Would it just ripple meaninglessly or would it actually damage it? Jason's musings were cut short as the tentacles shot towards him. He tried to avoid it, but suddenly his feet were trapped by the water. The tentacles wrapped around him and Jason struggled with them dialing his strength up as he tried. The hardened water was rubbery, not brittle at all. Not easy to break at all. It would take Jason a few seconds to really work his way out of this one, which was more than the time it took the twelve foot monster to send his fists crashing down on him. The impact was brutal as Jason bent his knees to absorb impact and threw his hands up to protect himself. Jason inhaled a deep breath as the impact registered with him like a automobile running into him. He was knocked to one knee and Jason saw the fists come up again to hit him. Jason pulled back with all his strength and the tentacles started to break. The "dead" parts fell as regular water but the tentacles regenerated quickly, drawing water from the floor as his fists just barely missed. First thing to do: get out of the water. It kept hardening, trying to keep him there like quicksand. Jason regained his balance as the foe advanced trying to make sure that Jason didn't get a break. Jason crouched and exploded from his watery prison, landing a far way away. He hadn't managed to land on a crate like he wanted, but it was just water here. He bounced up again, far more controlled this time, and landed light footed on a container that was still in one piece. There was twenty feet between Jason and the hydrokenetic, and the distance was crossed quickly. The enemy tried the same thing again, but Jason was better able to jump around it this time. Jason was leaping twenty feet at at time, which meant he would land withing about three feet of where he was aiming. He landed in the water next to the foe to surprise him, and unleashed a massive roundhouse kick to the creatures knee. The "water" was solid, hard as concrete but much less rigid. Able to absorb impact. It would be difficult for Jason to damage this kind of an enemy. The knee was torn through with no small amount of effort. For his effort, Jason was rewarded with a powerful kick. Jason was sent flying. Mental note: can't hurt it that way. That meant that he would have to take out the man at the center. Cut off the head of the snake, ect. ect. Jason skipped across the floor and landed in a lump on the floor. He pulled himself up slowly. That hurt, the "stab" wound on his ribs hurt, and the enemy was still coming. The water turning into concrete again and Jason tore his arm out of it getting up. Jason walked through it, straining with each step and hefted one of the massive crates over his head, flinging it at the golem. The foe actually stopped, impacted by the projectile. Jason had to end this. The enemy would wear him down. The tentacles wrapped around him and Jason struggled against them. He didn't intend to get away, but it was important that his enemy thought so. The enemy was close and Jason suddenly crouched on the ground, ready to leap again. His skin had a faint green hue, and if the enemy knew anything about his powers he would know that this was probably the end of it. Power rippled through Jason Helio, enough to rival some of the most feared physical forces known to the world. Five hundred tones of lifting strength was massive, and Jason could literally only manage it for sixty seconds with the amount of strength he had built up over two days of relatively not using his powers. If he was lucky, he would end this session with one half to two thirds of his energy remaining. Jason exploded through the center of the enemy, colliding with the master in the middle. On impact, the golem turned to water for when Jason his him he had way more than enough velocity to crush a human body with the damage. With no one there to animate it the water was just water once again. Jason simply flew the remaining distance before crashing into the ceiling of the DR and dropping to the floor. It was a long drop but Jason managed to right himself and land on his feet, absorbing the blow from the ground. The danger room automatically informed Jason that he had "killed" the enemy. Which was bad. Jason wondered how his teacher would react. Jason was calming himself, but the energy lowered slowly. It was much harder to calm down the power than it was the access. It took him ten seconds, which ate up his power a lot. He guessed he was at half now, coupled with his previous exertion. |
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| Wolverine(Matt) | Jun 8 2010, 10:41 PM Post #12 |
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Healing Factor/Enhanced Senses/Adamantium Claws
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Soon as the target was down for the count, Logan switched off the simulation. His eyes were fixed on the kid as he dropped to the floor... their surroundings already fading into pixilated data before completely disappearing, leaving them once more in a large empty room. The feral himself dropped to the ground from the container he'd been crouching on yet did not make a move toward the student for a full half-minute. Jason needed time to cool down... get his head right; it was something Wolverine knew from experience. On three separate occasions – as many as he could remember if they were even real to begin with – he nearly lost a fellow soldier who had tried to get his attention during the heat of battle. Most men couldn't flip all that heat and adrenaline on and off like that... they needed time. When he was satisfied that Jason had cooled down enough, Wolverine slid his hands in his pockets and casually strolled over to the boy. For a kid who seemed so unsure of himself, he had the makings of a pretty good soldier... had a good head on his shoulders and was quick on his feet. He just had a bit more growing up to do. Despite the fact that he'd downed the bad guy, Jason didn't look like he had bragging rights; Logan could pretty much guess why. “Ah hell, kid,” Logan grunted sourly as he approached Jason. “Game over. You won, and that was a pretty advanced brawler program. What's the problem?” |
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| Jason Helio | Jun 14 2010, 04:42 AM Post #13 |
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Energy Generation, Superstrength
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Jason had a couple of opinions about killing someone "in the line of duty" so to speak. On the one hand theoretically Jason was okay with it. Cops had to kill people sometimes when on the job. Didn't make them bad people. They were protecting themselves or others. So what was the big stink if a mutant did it? Jason knew what the big stink was. Mutants were already feared. People were a lot more easily assuaged if the headline read "Violent armed robbery stopped by mutant. Zero casualties." than if they read "Violent armed robbers stopped by mutant. Three dead, one in hospital." Even though the hypothetical criminals were intent on serious bodily harm to innocent people, the idea of a mutant using their powers to take a human life drove home the point that some mutants were so powerful that all that stopped them from taking what they wanted was their own good nature. In a situation like this though Jason felt entirely justified. If you try to kill him, expect to get killed right back. Tiny Mighty certainly wasn't going to go out of his way to execute anyone. Hell, if given the choice he would rather leave you alive if he could. But if there's a chance to end the threat to his life right there, he'll take it. That was all theoretical. The principles stayed with him, but Jason still wondered if there had been another way. Just as he always wished he could have controlled his powers those few years ago and that racist bastard could have woken up the next day with a bad bruise and a headache instead of a broken neck. The police officer had been beating the hell out of a little girl at a mutant camp. They were all fugitives, had no rights. Jason hit him in the face, turned his head around 180 degrees. He wished he had been able to reign his power in, but he wasn't. The man was dead now. Jason had reacted to the best of his capabilities. That was how he slept. Wolverine's response was not what Jason had expected. He knew that the other man in the room had more of a sordid past than some of the other teachers but he didn't expect such nonchalance. Jason's "murder" was much easier for him to deal with since the victim was a hard light hologram. Still, he didn't even say anything about being more careful. Jason blinked a little at the response, "I don't get graded down for killing him?" he asked. |
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