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| The Training of a Mind(Jean!); Aly's first DR session | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 1 2010, 05:33 AM (410 Views) | |
| Alyson Hart | Aug 1 2010, 05:33 AM Post #1 |
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Time:11:00 AM Date:July 3rd, 2010 Really? It'd been over a year already? Aly sighed gently and pushed through the hoards of students that were around the school. She'd been here a year, since she was sixteen, and even so she had never yet been to the fabled Danger Room. After setting something up with the only other telepath and telekinetic in the entire school, Professor Grey-Summers, today was finally the day that Alyson would get to go into the Danger Room for the first time, and she was actually pretty excited about it. Though, she was excited about a lot of things nearly all the time. this was no unique exception. Well maybe it was, just because it would be her first time well.. Training her powers. Aly had heard stories of what exactly went on in the Danger Room. It was simple training, but against machines, so there would actually be a threat in the fighting. Safety was ensured, at least. There was no way that you would really get hurt unless you weren't trying at all. There were always safety precautions, and not Alyson had to get down into the Sub Basement, and closer to the Danger Room, so she wasn't late. Professor Grey-Summers probably wouldn't if she was late, especially considering this was her first DR session. It took about ten minutes for her to finally manage her way around the mansion, and hopefully that didn't make Jean mad. She was now in the sub basement, making her way towards the danger room, where Jean would most likely be waiting. Was Aly nervous? No, was that weird? Yes. Most people would probably be nervous about a thing such as this, but Aly was as confident as she usually was, if not more then that. She was just excited that she actually got to train her powers. With the strongest person at the entire school at this. She couldn't wait. You couldn't really blame her either. Someone as hyper as Aly, finally being able to get rid of some of her energy... And kick some robots butt? Hell yeah! She grinned a bit as she neared the Danger Room, closer and closer. Hopefully Mrs. Grey-Summers was there, and she wasn't panicking for anything. Though, she wasn't really panicking either. It was just a flurry of emotions as she got closer and closer, and she was wondering how the outcome would be. Hopefully, it would be something good. |
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| Jean | Aug 3 2010, 12:24 PM Post #2 |
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Jean’s shoulder-length red hair hung in wavy locks toward the floor. On the face of it, that wasn’t anything unusual; hair was generally a slave to gravity and tended to fall toward the ground. Well, except for the queen of the Inhumans, Medusa, whose red hair seemed to have a life of its own. But what made this time worthy of note was that Jean was hovering upside down, with her legs crossed in the lotus position, her eyes closed, and her hair hanging straight away from her face, like an old movie parody of someone who had just frightened out of their wits. Around the floating Jean, several dozen of the school’s dodge balls zoomed like small moons circling a sun. At first sight, the whizzing balls would’ve looked like chaos, like a swarm of angry bees, some going slower and some going faster, and each one following a different orbit around the red haired teacher. On the floor, just under Jean and inside the area of flying dodge balls, was a small bell, the kind used in hotels and retail stores that sit on a counter and have a little plunger to push down to ring it. Beside the bell sat a small message card – Ring the Bell. Lesson One started. |
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| Alyson Hart | Aug 12 2010, 06:10 AM Post #3 |
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As Alyson entered the room, she noticed the red haired professor meditating. That was the first thing she'd noticed, and she didn't really know.. Well, why she was meditating in the first place. It was likely to be that she was trying to concentrate on the task that she would give Alyson in the mew moments that stood between the teenager just standing there, and waiting for something to happen, and the few moments that she would be trying to ring a bell and be propelling objects that were being around the strongest mutant in the world by the strongest mutant in the world. That didn’t put pressure on her shoulders, nope, it surely didn’t. But what was a girl to do when it came to the fact that Jean and Alyson were the only mutants in the entire institute with telekinesis AND telepathy. After about a moment, the mass of the schools dodge balls that were placed all around the entire room began to levitate, and seemingly flock to Jean.. It looked like a simulated chaos, all Alyson could see was a large red blur that continued to circle at high speeds around the omega level telekinetic. They began to slow down, slightly, but not entirely so Alyson could actually tell that they had continued to be what they were in the first place, and Jean didn‘t turn them into something else by affecting the matter within the said dodge balls. Her first assignment -- to ring the bell. Or at least, that’s what she thought. Breathing in deeply, she stared towards the direction of the red haired teacher. It would take either extreme determination, or extreme focus. There was no way feasible that the blond could deflect the balls from hitting her, and if she tried to form a force field she’d likely have to walk head on into the balls .That wasn’t going to work, either. There was one thing that Alyson could think of, but it was actually pretty risky. Push down the plunger to ring the bell… With her telekinesis. But she wouldn’t try that… Yet, there were other ways that were conceivable. Aly grinned a bit and began to lift the bell telekinetically into the air.. Only for it to be hit back down to the ground by a dodge ball. “Dangit!” |
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| Jean | Sep 3 2010, 08:55 AM Post #4 |
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Hovering upside down, the bell clattered to the floor not far from Jean’s head. The roar of the balls cutting through the air died away as the dodge balls slowly descended then rolled to a neat stop along the edge of the room. “Not bad for your first test,” Jean said as she opened her eyes and righted herself in the air. “At least you didn’t try running through them; even dodge balls leave bruises. By the look on your face, you’re asking yourself: so, what does this have to do with anything? I’m here to train. Normally, that’s one of those things where the teacher would tell you something mysterious and cryptic like ‘what you learn is for you to decide’ and leave you to stew about it means; at least, that’s what the teacher would say if this were Karate Kid or Star Wars. Even though the cryptic approach is corny, the sentiment is sound. Every day and every situation is a test. Some tests you pass and some you fail, but even the ones you fail can teach you something if you pay attention and think.” Reaching out her thoughts, Jean picked up the bell and righted it on the floor. “You came here for training but it’s not going to be teaching you how to extend your will and affect the world around you,” she gestured to the bell, “you already know that. Better control only comes with practice – practice – and more practice; when I was developing my powers, particularly learning fine-control, I practiced by using my mind to knit. You could practice by doing that, or drawing, or typing, whatever hobbies you like. Just like any other muscle, it only gets stronger if you work at it.” “But all of that is something you can do on your own time. The real training is practicing using your powers when the world seems to be collapsing around you and you’re panicking. Learning how to function in the midst of distractions, that and learning to think, is what you’re here for. Please, take a seat,” she said, giving her no chair and leaving her decide what to do about that. “You already did a good job of that too,” Jean went on, “realizing that it wasn’t necessary to physically make it through the danger to complete your objective. Does what I’ve said make sense so far?” |
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| Alyson Hart | Sep 8 2010, 11:31 PM Post #5 |
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As the bell hit the floor, the roaring sounds of the balls suddenly came to a halt. Bouncing of the floor and rolling slowly towards the brunette, she stared down at one the balls.. For an inanimate, these things probably would have packed a punch had she ran head first in to them. "Yeah.. But I think it would have been a lot better, and maybe even easier, had I gone with my gut instinct." That was; just using her telekinesis to affect the plunger and only the plunger, putting force onto it and causing it to collapse into the bell, causing it to ring. But; that wasn't the Alyson thing to do, she was always trying for alternative routes.. maybe if she had levitated it out of the way of the dodge balls, and brought it over to her using her teke it would have been a lot less... Eventful, and maybe she could have even used her own hand to ring the bell. But the past was the past; even if it was less than five minutes ago, now. Resting all of her weight into her right hip, she listened to Jean. She was right; in movies such as that, you always saw Yoda or Mister Miyagi saying something cryptic, like what you do will teach you how to hone these abilities to be your own.. Or something similar to that, in the least. Aly didn't watch star wars often, but a meme about Yoda was the fact that he was always saying 'Use the Force'. "If you fail, that means that you either didn't pay attention, or just weren't paying attention enough, right?" She inquired; a student would probably be better off listening to a teacher. That way, they could just be working as hard as they always did, most of the time. There were always times that that wasn't really.. Attainable. "Knitting? That's pretty unique - using telekinesis to knit; I actually like the idea of that. I guess there really are some things that you would think to be unheard of, but they're really heard of. There's no doubt about that... Really, especially after hearing that." The brunette nodded her head and took in all that the head mistress had to say; she was right.. About everything, and it was evident why SHE was the one that really led the school, disciplinary stuff aside, she knew that Mr. Grey-Summers took care of that... ...Most of the time. Then, Jean asked her to take a seat. That was one of the simpler tasks for her, even without a chair. Crossing her legs, she didn't fall or anything. She was now sitting in what would be called "Indian-Style", which was what Jean was talking about.. Or at least she thought so. "Yea... I think it would be a bit more... hasty to just run in head first. It's not really safe, especially with dodge balls.. They hurt!" Aly nodded her head as Jean asked if she was making sense. "Yup, perfect sense." |
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| Jean | Sep 18 2010, 10:19 PM Post #6 |
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“Alright, then let’s beginning lesson two: breathing and maintaining focus,” Jean continued. The blank hologram room shimmered, manifesting models and illustrations that, frankly, left powerpoint in the dust. This was always the dull part, Jean thought, feeding in information, but it had to be done before Alyson could practice and use the techniques. For more than an hour she lectured about breathing and concentration techniques. Until finally, “And that’s it for today,” she breathed out with a sigh. She gave Alyson a sympathetic smile of understanding, “Orientation is always the most boring session but it has to be gone through before we can get to the really exciting stuff. Don’t worry; they won’t all be as dull as this one.” “Danger Room, terminate programs,” Jean told the computer crisply as she headed for the doors. She’d hardly gone half a dozen steps when the environment of the room shifted. The nearly empty training room shimmered as hard-light projections appeared from nowhere. Suddenly, they were in an abandoned urban setting with rows and rows of decrepit cinder-block buildings. “What?” Jean looked around in confusion, “This is Scott’s Advanced weapons training course.” And indeed, it had the grim aspect of a police or military training course, with an infinity of nooks and crannies for enemies to hide. All around them, everything looked real and felt real. The air was thick with the taste and smell of diesel fumes. Overhead, the sun bore down on them mercilessly, as though they were suddenly in a desert; each footstep sent up puffs of red dust around their feet. “End program,” Jean called out in a clear voice and paused, waiting and watching for the programs to dissolve into nothing. The corners of her mouth pulled down in a frown. “Someone must’ve been tweaking the program and not gotten it reset just right.” She gave Alyson a grin tinged with a hint of unease. “It’s not unheard of and there are protocols for it. Danger Room - Accept authorization Phoenix – one, zero, Alpha. Inquiry – safety level status.” A computer voice seemed to come out of the air in answer; it wasn’t loud but nevertheless could be heard throughout the training ground. “Safety level – negative.” Jean’s eyes widened and darted toward the girl. “Accept authorization Phoenix – terminate programs.” The world seemed to pause with its breath held, waiting for the next shoe to drop. “Negative.” In the distance, something crashed into a building and sounded as though it was still coming, crashing through building after building as though they were made of crepe paper. Jean grabbed Alyson’s shoulders and turned her to face Jean. “Listen carefully,” she said, speaking fast. “One of these buildings has a large red button, it’s the emergency cut-off. Press it and…” Jean gave her a worried look, “be careful.” Then it was upon them, a machine that looked like it had chewed its way out of a mechani-phile’s nightmare, bristling with stomach-churning weapons. The thing looked like it had started out as a tank, but that had been dozens of revisions ago. The spinning drill at its nose plowed through a nearby building, sending debris flying. Jean shoved Alyson away from her and called up a shield. With barely enough time to brace, the impact sent her flying backwards and slammed into a wall; her head hitting the wall with a sickening crack. Jean’s dazed eyes focused on the nightmare tank, with a half dozen mechanical arms fitted to the top turret, and like a freakish Swiss army knife, each arm had a sinister specialty. Jean’s eyes widened and she hit the ground as a whirling buzz saw arced forward and slashed through where she’d just been. The wall trembled and collapsed into a heap of rubble on top of where Jean had fallen. |
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| Alyson Hart | Sep 19 2010, 04:28 AM Post #7 |
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After Alyson replied, Jean spoke out the main thing that would likely be the next lesson - breathing and maintaining focus. Alyson nodded her head sternly as she listened.. Though, to herself, she was thinking that maybe it was appropriate for this to be the second lesson, she didn't really pay attention to a lot of things as it was. She was always jumping from one subject to another; even changing the subject to something different entirely that hadn't been discussed prior. That was Alyson in a nut shell, mostly. Her father often told her that she was like her mother was when she was this age, basically unpredictable but caring all at the same time. It seemed as if hours had passed to the teenage brunette, though in actuality.. They had. Though - it didn't really feel all that long ago that Alyson had been trying to ring the bell that was hidden behind a wall of volley balls that surrounded both the golden bell, and the head mistress herself. "Dull? I actually found this a bit intriguing and very easy to stay attentive to. But that's probably because I've been wanting to train my abilities for a little while now. It wouldn't hurt to actually listen to something like this, that's really needed as opposed to some of the other.. Miscellaneous stuff that the teachers teach some times... Wait! don't take that personally." Alyson said, the last sentence was a bit... Forgiving, just in case. Slowly, Alyson trailed behind Jean. She was a few steps off as the simulation, instead of terminating like Jean had commanded, shifted to something else entirely. Now they were in an abandoned urban setting, similar to Brooklyn in New York City in appearance. There was something about it, though, the building were all made of gray cement and cinder block, which really was different in contrast to the mainly metal and stone buildings in NYC; though that wasn't a bad thing. Some times repetitive things got infinitely boring and droll... But for now, there were more important matters at hand. Alyson looked around at their location, a puzzled look on her face. Wait.. What? Is the DR malfunctioning...? No, that couldn't happen.. could it? Her own voice echoed in her mind, asking that question.. And a bunch of other ones pertaining to their current situation. “It’s not unheard of and there are protocols for it. Danger Room - Accept authorization Phoenix – one, zero, Alpha. Inquiry – safety level status.” “Safety level – negative.” Suddenly, Jean quickly turned around towards Alyson and made a quick dash at her, Alyson side stepped a bit just as to make sure that she wasn't in the older woman's way. Alyson herself was actually starting to panic, and when she began to panic it usually wasn't a good thing. She always tried to play the naive card; she usually tried to get her problems to just disappear. Though, they never did, she still persisted to do this. “Accept authorization Phoenix – terminate programs.” “Negative.” Then, there was some sort of.. Explosion, as if something had hit into the side of one of the holographic buildings. "Oh this is so not going to be good..." The teenager mumbled to herself, mainly not to show the head mistress that she was beginning to panic, as she was trying to play it cool. However; unlike a lot of other situations, she knew that this wouldn't go away without at least a little bit of effort, and even then there wasn't even an ounce of guaranteed safety. Slowly, Jean pulled her face to face with her. The senior X-man was obviously disturbed by what was going on. It was like the Danger Room was just gaining a mind of it's own... That wasn't a good thing, as far as Alyson could tell. Nodding her head slowly. "Don't worry, I will." ...try. Though, almost instantly as she said that a sort of mechanism that was larger than any of the buildings that the simulation generated was nearing closer and closer to the females.. And Alyson just so happened to be thrust aside by the older telekinetic's immense powers. "Oof!" Aly exclaimed, as she had landed on her butt. Then, Jean was sent flying backwards into a wall.. The wall that was just behind her. Jumping upwards and out of the way of the collision and the crash, Alyson gained an even more worried look on her face, only to remember the mutant that had just had tons of rocks piled on top of her. Jean Grey. More than likely, Jean was the most powerful mutant on the entire planet. "She'll be okay.." Alyson reassured herself, and set herself down on the ground and quickly ran into the nearest building to her. As she ran through the dual doors, she whispered to herself. "Okay.. Big, shiny, red button. How hard could that be to find?! Not hard at all, right? Right?!" |
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| Jean | Sep 20 2010, 02:55 PM Post #8 |
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The nightmare tank rumbled menacingly in the narrow lanes between the buildings, pacing back and forth; the ground shook under its heavy trends, filling the air with choking dust and air. Occasionally, it would turn on a nearby building and tearing into it with drills and saws. In the control room, Jean stared at the monitors, intensely watching Alyson’s progress through the maze of buildings. “Continue file – analysis of Alyson Hart, age 16,” Jean said, her tone grim and business-like. She didn’t like tricking the students, she felt it undermined their trust in their teachers, but she also had to concede that, at this stage, it was necessary; they had to know how the students would react normally, when they weren’t trying to perform for the teacher and script their responses to do the ‘right’ thing. “The Jean Grey replica was attacked and separated Alyson.” She knew it was going to happen but had still grimaced at the sight. “No mattered how many times I watch that, it’s still creepy to watch yourself getting trashed,” she murmured offhandedly. “It was a highly stressful situation for Alyson and she chose to follow orders. Although she seems occasionally,” Jean groped for a better word than scatterbrained, “unfocused, when the chips are down goes with her head rather than her heart.” With the press of a button, she had the red emergency button appear where Alyson would soon find it; there was no reason to prolong her fear. “Now to see how she takes finding out it was a hoax,” Jean murmured. |
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| Alyson Hart | Sep 28 2010, 10:06 PM Post #9 |
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The building that she had first stepped in was very.. Perilous. There were cinder blocks falling all around her, and it took Alyson shoving them away with her telekinesis to keep them from, quite virtually, crushing her. Though the one up to that was the fact that it was only in the Danger Room. However - Alyson had thought that the DR had been malfunctioning so she was taking every step that she could think of to make sure that she wasn't, well, crushed. Random things also continued to jumped out at her. What was this, Murderworld or something?! Of course, Aly knew that it wasn't. "...I hope Jean's okay, but then again, I really shouldn't worry." Alyson sighed heavily. It seemed like the building just continued to go up, and up, and up.. Of course that was up until she reached the roof and alighted herself onto the building that was across from the one she entered. And there was, literally, no time a tall to spare. As she landed on the next building, the giant-uber-sentinel-robot thingy destroyed the building that she was on. “……Yikes, that was a close one…” She mumbled a bit and entered the flight of stairs of the building. She went floor, by floor, scare by scare. Mini robot things were entirely annoying despite being virtually harmless, whether Alyson knew it or not. As Alyson reached the lowest floor in the building, she noticed something.. Well, to be frank, it was red and shiny. "Ah'ha!" The brunette exclaimed, quickly jumping at it and pushing the button down. Then - the virtual world that surrounded them basically fell around her. Everything went back to the blank and dreary, normal danger room. There was also another thing that Alyson noticed.. Jean was no longer in the danger room with her. "Uhm... Hello?" |
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| Jean | Oct 10 2010, 11:39 PM Post #10 |
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The doors to the Danger Room unlocked and slid open as Jean approached. “Alyson, I’m sorry you had to go through that,” she says as she approached the girl, “but believe me, it was necessary; we had to know how you’d react when you were faced with a crisis, something you thought was real and not just a test. Now we know, and more importantly, you had to know how you’d react. Now, I want you to remember the thoughts and feelings you had when you were running from danger; it’ll help in the future.” She looked Alyson in the eyes and nodded, “You did quite well, you know. Being an X-man, or even a mutant for that matter, is dangerous and many of us don’t survive. That’s what we do at this school,” her gaze looked up and drifted around the now powered-down Danger Room, “that’s what this room is for, it’s not a high-tech toy … there’s a reason it’s called the Danger Room,” there was a solemnity in her voice, a reverence for what they did here. “Danger is everywhere and it’s our job to make sure you can survive it and, hopefully, to help you help others to survive it also.” She put up her hands to forestall any barrage of questions. “I know you must be brimming with questions but I think you should take some time and think about it and really take it all in. Consider what I’ve said and what happened here. We’ll talk it over in the next session.” “Come on,” Jean said, laying a friendly hand on the girl’s shoulder, “let’s get some coffee and take a breather, ok?” |
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| Alyson Hart | Oct 19 2010, 10:06 PM Post #11 |
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Though, as soon as the brunette's voice began to echo throughout the danger room, the duel doors slowly opened, and on the other side was... "Jean?" Alyson thought aloud. Last she had seen Jean, or whom she thought was Jean, she was buried in a pile of rubble by that.. Maniacal robot thingy that was in Scott's Danger Room sessions. OR at least, that's how Aly figured 'Jean' meant. She wasn't sure, she hadn't been with Scott during one of his sessions, nor did she.. Particularly want to, if they were like that or worse. That just didn't sound appealing to her, didn't sound fun. And really -- who could blame her? Alyson slowly nodded her head as Jean explained what the school needed to know, and what the purpose of this happened to be. At first, she wanted to say that she didn't feel it was necessary.. But all in all, she knew that it was. Smiling, she replied. "Thanks.. There were quite a few times that I just wanted to act out of impulse. Like the time that you had all that rubble piled on top of you.. Wait.. Was that even you?" Alyson inquired; she had to know, was that Jean, or was it just a simulation? Either way, she didn't think it would hurt her any whether the answer was 'It was me.' Or 'No, it wasn't me.' She had survived. That was all that mattered. Alyson nodded her head slowly. "Yeah, I do have a few more questions. They really aren't that.. Dire, so I can ask at another time. No worries." Alyson nodded once again, and shortly after, Jean placed her hand on the brunette's shoulder and suggested they take a breather over coffee. "Sounds good to me." She said, slowly walking towards the doors of the Danger Room. "And, I'll admit, that was fun!" She giggled a bit, as she re-adopted her cheery disposition. Really - it wasn't fun, and she knew that Jean probably knew that. She was a stronger telepath than Alyson ever would be. Slowly, she backed out the doors into the sub-basement, turning around and walking a bit down the hallway, only to stop and wait for her teacher. [EXIT] |
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