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Our War Game; Martha Johansson
Topic Started: May 8 2014, 12:30 AM (104 Views)
High-Five
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Justin was oddly excited for the Danger Room he had with a girl named Martha. He wasn’t sure if he knew her or if he’d just seen her around campus. At any rate, the brunette was glad to be getting a work-out. He hadn’t had one in ages; yes, he went on runs and did push-ups with sit-ups but he hadn’t had a Danger Room session in a while. He just hoped he wouldn’t fail and humiliate himself. Suddenly, the doubts began to set in.

Oh God, what if I injure someone or do something that completely mucks up the session? Justin, chill! You’ve done Danger Room sessions before, why are you stressing? You’ll be fine. Just don’t overthink things.

He ended up debating with himself, which caused him a light headache. The brunette sighed and checked the time, making him gasp. He was going to be late. Dashing from his room, the disabled X-Student all the while thought about how late he was going to be. He practically flung himself into the elevator and punched the button that would take him to where the locker room and the Danger Room was. Once he had changed into his X-Uniform, gloves included, which was the standard one that students like Justin got, he made his way into the famous Danger Room. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the original Danger Room but it was still cool. He loved being here, even if the majority of the time he was almost blown to death, mauled, scratched and thrown about the place. It was fun yet he knew the Room’s purpose; to train the students in the use of their powers and to teach them about working in a team.

He couldn’t see the girl anywhere. Was he early, or late? Oh God, he hoped he wasn’t late and the girl had left. That would totally suck if she had, and would reflect badly on him. Was she in the Control Room? He decided to find out.

“Hello, anyone here? Hope I’m not late,” he called out.
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Martha Johansson
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Having participated in numerous exercises, Martha only lead a few, the bulk of which consisted of a shared supervision alongside a faculty member or another, more experienced Legacy constituent. Many of her internal interactions revolved around the younger student body and considering the inexperience and fragility they presented, she continuously doubted her ability to not only organize a session correlating to such circumstances but preventing any injuries. So the telepath entertained this lacking confidence, instead directing requests to other individuals obviously qualified for whatever was desired. But those brief mental rapports instilling sanguinity or evoking a lost memory incapable of providing any actual repercussions persisted, and she considered that an accomplishment worth pride, even if mild. Recently, however, working as a TA brought on the realization that achieving her dream required familiarity with the controls.

She'd considered a collection of potential participants, eventually choosing a student with whom there was no relationship whatsoever. Justin Grant was the boy's name and admittedly, his unique mutation partly influenced her decision. Apparently, Justin -- stylizing himself as High-Five -- produced a variety of colored handprints capable of altering the physical welfare of the intended target. Whatever the Danger Room offered expressed zero susceptibility to any biological influences, allowing Martha to design a program instead focused on defense or simple offensive training. She chose a mixture, having spent several hours constructing a detailed outline and believed it capable of providing a good experience to both parties.

From the Control Room above Martha once again reviewed the plan, waiting for Justin to arrive; he wasn't tremendously tardy but rather several minutes behind schedule, although her arriving nearly forty-five minutes early made even appearing on time late. Eventually he announced his arrival and instead of responding verbally, she decided to flex her psychic muscles a bit, maybe practice her own powers outside the Danger Room.

::It's alright, Justin, we still have a generous amount of time. But lets start immediately, shall we? Alright, now remember, if at any time you begin feeling uncomfortable or consider an exercise too difficult either tell me or think it and we can figure out a solution accordingly::

At this point she tapped the glass and waved, offering a smile. ::Whaddya say to some agility first? It's nothing too major, just a few harmless turrets and projectiles with the objective being to avoid everything, although that's already implied, I suppose. Anyway, here it comes.::

Turrets and other launchers arose from both the ground and ceiling as the room shifted slightly, presenting some elevated steps and several walls for dead-ends, though they weren't positioned in highly armed areas. This was still more or less a practice session -- the actual fun came afterwards.

::Oh, one more thing. Maybe be a bit wary of everything; they tend to provide a somewhat nasty sting. But other than that, it shouldn't hurt::

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High-Five
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Before Justin was about to leave, he heard a voice in his head, a young woman’s voice. He deduced that this must be his mentor for this session. He listened carefully to what session was going to be about. It did sounded like it would give the seventeen-year-old a good stretch, loosen his limbs.

“OK,” he said, simply. At least he had options, so that was good. Some teachers like to push students until they fainted or had to be admitted into the infirmary, like Mr Logan. That man was scary, and probably wouldn’t hesitate to gut you if given the chance. The man known as Logan was a mystery to the X-Student with the handprinting power. He seemed okay, though. When he wasn’t torturing students with his Danger Room sessions.

He heard tapping from above him, and looked to see a beautiful black-haired beauty. Justin smiled and nodded when he heard her thoughts. Well, that did sound fun! He had his gymnastics and acrobatics skills, which would be useful here. He was thankful he had pursued both after-school clubs when he had, otherwise this would be a lot harder. The X-Student stretched a little, looking at the turrets and other launchers around him warily. This wouldn’t be easy, a fact that was confirmed by Martha a few seconds later. He wouldn’t be able to dodge every one, as there were so many, but the young mutant could possibly dodge a few of them. Maybe he could blow some of them up by getting them to face each other, if they weren’t heavy, that is. That may show the young female mutant he had creative solutions in situations like this.

He positioned himself so that he would be able to backflips and maybe sideway flips. God, this was going to hurt tomorrow. He glanced at the control panel.

“Ready.”
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