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| Topic Started: Apr 29 2015, 05:44 AM (306 Views) | |
| Chamber | Apr 29 2015, 05:44 AM Post #1 |
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May 13 10PM Danger Room Brown eyes watched silently as another digital world fell in a cascade of pixels, lights and holographic effects. It was the 8 simulation that he had ran through, the longest time that he had ever spent in the danger room. Sweat dripped from his body or what remained of it. Jono upon receiving his power back had his chest blow out of him yet again for the second time in his life. The face and chest cavity that had been grown for him, vanished in a burst of burning blood, organs, meat and bone. It was replaced by the ever present flame that filled his body with it's life saving essence. Though at the current moment Jono liked to see it as his rage towards the hand that fate had dealt him. If there was a God or a being that controlled his life, he would spit in their face then probably beat them down. Where was the justice in giving a man a face, his voice, the first thing that people see, and then removing it in a fiery burst. That is what Jono was most upset and annoyed about and perhaps the main reason for him doing his crazy session. When it had initially happened, Jono was devastated full of anger, sadness, loss and all of those lead to again a depression. While he had essentially returned to normal, the loss of his face, of what he once had and then regained was a devastating thing to happen to him. He knew the power swap wasn't going to be permanent, but he had hoped that he might have some better control over his flame, hell maybe even something to allow him to keep his face. Yet that wasn't the case and he had returned to his empty chest, scarred (now with some new ones) self. Though it didn't blow out all of his chest like it had before, only blowing out the cavity of his upper pectoral muscles. It had taken out his throat, collarbones, ribs, heart, lungs and everything else in his cavity. Surprisingly it had left his abs, lower pecs and everything else externally. So wraps were still required now just as many weren't needed. Those were all the facts that he was running through his head while he tried to think of the best simulation to load up next. With his anger and frustration, all he wanted to do was to blow things up and send things flying. Sending his thoughts to Danger, he watched as a target range was built full of tankers, barrels, propane tanks, cars, trucks and other vehicles. Basically anything that could explode, Jono wanted it and for the finally, he had a pallet of explosives that short of cruise missiles and nukes would be enough to satisfy him. He knew that it was fairly late, but he hoped the Danger Room would muffle the sounds of explosions, but one could never be sure. Glancing down at his never ending flame, Jono narrowed his brown eye at it before the orbs shifted to smoldering orange. Letting loose a quick blast at a propane tank, he watched it soar skyward with a trail of smoke before exploding. Shrapnel rained down around him, and it amused him enough to feel somewhat better. More flares of fire followed with even more explosions, some quiet with some being quiet loud with a car or truck following in the exploding. Each shot was accompanied by a frustrated growl of a telepathic voice. As more explosions happened, more growls and bursts of anger followed. It was quite nice therapy for the psionic, but the rage of losing his face 'again' continued to build. Currently everything that he had built in, was either smoking, burning, a charred husk or still in the process of exploding. For his finale he wanted a rather large bang, so he phased in a few more tanker trucks full of gas right around the explosive pallet. He knew the explosion would be amazing, loud, full of fire and just overall fun. So taking aim at the pallet Jono let loose a blast that passed and connected with the explosives in a fiery and anger filled roar. Upon impact the pallet exploded in an ever expanding ball of fire and energy that pushed the air away from it in a cone. A matter of seconds later, that explosion hit the tankers and those exploded sending car parts and fire everywhere. At the edge stood Jono with anger displayed in his orange eyes, watching as car parts rained down around him. Taking a step to the side, he nonchalantly observed a tanker husk go flying past him to connect to the hologram covered wall behind him. The sound of steel on steel, echoed and shrieked around the room before the sound of the continuing explosions overpowered it. Satisfied with his result, Jono stood with his flame exposed, watching the fires and explosions slowly come to an end and his burst of anger somewhat dissipated for now. |
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| Roamana Bishop | May 16 2015, 05:46 AM Post #2 |
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Rot. Sparks. Blood. Screaming. Roam shot up from her sleep, a nightmare once again waking her with a tight grip on her chest. She let out a painful cry, pulling her legs close to her chest and resting her head on her knees while her heart tried to slow down. She'd yet to sleep a straight four hours since the kidnapping. It was starting to get to her, especially as she was facing yet another night of sleeplessness. She sighed, dragging a hand across her face before getting up from her bed. Her roommates were all out of the room, leaving her alone for the moment. That had been over an hour ago - so much for getting to sleep early - she was now in the main building. First she read a few books in the library, then wandered back and forth for a while before heading towards the gym she had been shown a few days ago. Being able to work out and train as she used to made her feel a bit more settled. She was jogging on a treadmill when she heard a 'boom'. She thought it might just be thunder, but then it happened again, sounding more like a car wreck than the wrath of Mother nature. Turning off the equipment, Roam left the gym and slowly crept down the halls, trying to find the source of the repetitive noise. She came across somewhere she had been briefly shown on her tour - the Danger Room. She didn't think anyone would be in the room this late, but was shaken by another loud 'boom' that obviously came from the other side of the door. Curious (always the source of trouble), Roamana opened the door and slowly trekked in, closing up behind her. She found herself in a sort of lobby/control room, able to look into what was happening, and saw someone standing in the room, blowing up... a lot of stuff, honestly. She looked at the mutant inside - he was odd. Pieces of him were missing, consumed by a bright fire. It was awe-inspiring, in it's own way. Something that Roam couldn't stop looking at as she nearly pressed herself against a small viewing window. |
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| Jean | May 21 2015, 06:51 PM Post #3 |
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“Impressive,” Jean commented to their newest student as she entered the control room and took up a position at her side, looking down at Jono bathed in fiery explosions. “Not the destruction,” she clarified, “causing chaos isn’t particularly difficult or noteworthy, really; our enemies do it all the time… and I prefer the colorful pops of fireworks to,” she inclined her head toward the shooting fountains of flame, “what’s going on in there.” She knew what was going on with Jono and though acceptance of his situation was healthier, she couldn’t bring herself to fault the temper tantrum he was throwing; would she or anyone else react any differently in his shoes? She caught sight of her ghostly reflection in the booth’s window and saw the deep pity in her eyes as she looked at Jono. Pity was poison, though, as a teacher had told her once; it made the person you pitied a victim and weaker. Pity doesn’t give strength, it takes it away. So, she erased whatever pity showed on her face and replaced it with compassion. “Still,” Jean tilted her head in thought, “expelling negative emotions is healthier than keeping them bottled up until your mind can’t let you sleep.” She barely let her words sink in when she continued, “C’mon, I’ll introduce you.” She thought about giving Roam a heads up about Jono – his story, that he could only speak in her mind, but she was interested to see how their newest resident handled unusual situations. Would she be tongue-tied and nervous or run away screaming? It would be a trial by fire. “Jono,” Jean called as she opened the doors on the inferno, “how about a rest?” She suggested. “This is Roam,” she said, looking back to the girl. “She’s having a bit of a hard time. She’s scared and she needs to turn that fear into anger and let it out,” Jean said, explaining Roam’s mental state without divulging personal details. |
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| Chamber | May 27 2015, 12:54 AM Post #4 |
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It felt nice for the pyrokinetic to relax and let loose. It was even better with the fact that he was able to destroy things while doing it. Though the only thing that might be bad was the time of the night, but it didn't stop him from blowing things up. Watching as the room finished exploding Jono stood watching the flames burn on the corpses of the cars. Hearing his name be called from behind him, Jono turned to see Jean with a student coming up behind her. ::Jean! Nice to see you, long time no talk my friend,:: he thought outloud to the both of them. When he had a mouth he would have spoken to her, but now he was back to speaking with his mind. ::I suppose I could take a break, let me put on a shirt,:: he replied walking over and wiping his face and chest with a towel before slipping a muscle shirt over his torso. His flame still burned through the top of shirt and his lower jaw. Running a hand through his now short hair, Jono looked at Roam as she was introduced. ::Nice to meet ya Roam,:: he spoke into her mind ::My name is Jono Starsmore, though people cal l me Chamber sometimes. Nice to see ya on yer feet and recovering.:: Glancing at Jean as she mentioned Roam's anger and frustration Jono knew exactly what she had in mind. ::That is a great idea, one second,:: he spoke to them ::Danger, could you please clear room and set to default upon waiting inquiry.:: As she responded the room around them melted in a series of pixels and fading holograms. The room returned to the white segmented metal walls. ::So how do you think would be the best way to get your anger and frustration out?:: he asked Roam as he walked over and stood by Jean. ::The best thing to help you is whatever you are frustrated with, maybe voicing it and defeating it, though it's all for you to decide, me and Jean will be here but it's for you.:: Crossing his arms his now brown eyes watched and waited for the room to activate. Turning to look at Jean, he directed a private thought to her ::so I heard she was brought in by Longshot, I can't believe he made it to the front gates. I'm guessing she was rescued from somewhere?:: |
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| Jean | Jun 17 2015, 08:32 AM Post #5 |
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:: She was, :: Jean sent to Jono privately, :: aren’t they all? Things aren’t getting better for lone mutants out there, they’re getting worse.:: The pair stood patiently waiting for Roama to struggle with her internal demons; it was something that only she could do regardless of how many people stood at her side. :: Longshot did. It, not worries me but I find it disconcerting how he’s always manages to find himself at the right place at the right time. And that he’s so unpredictable.:: She commented and let a long pause build between before continuing mildly. :: I know what you’re doing, you know; tearing the Hell out of the Danger Room, and then when people are waiting, you’re pleasant and mild as a Spring morning. :: Turning slightly, she discreetly put her hand comfortably on his bicep. :: It’s okay to be angry, Jono. And frustrated. Disappointed. And maybe even want to cry from the unfairness of it all. Adjusting to having a ravaged face and torso, then having it again, only to lose it a second time. I am so sorry that you’re going through this pain,:: she sent to him privately, sincerely sorry for all the pain she felt coiling inside him. :: But repressing it and pretending that you’re fine, isn’t going to make the pain subside quicker. Just the opposite, actually. :: She turned, giving him a sad smile. :: Be angry, get it out of your system. Then, you can start recovering. :: |
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| Chamber | Jun 26 2015, 04:40 AM Post #6 |
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::Your right, things really aren't getting better for the solo mutants out there are they?:: he responded to Jean ::It certainly makes out job harder, trying to find them out there when things like this are happening and it hasn't gotten any easier.:: Jono watched passively as Roam was thinking with her own thoughts. He could understand the need for thinking and he let her work through her mind while he spoke with Jean. ::Longshot again? Your right in that regard, he always turns up when there is a situation like that. You've got a good point about how he always finds him. I doubt that wanker is 'that' lucky.:: The lull in the conversation was always a lead up to something more serious and serious around Jean was always insightful. Her next comment was completely right on the money. Physically sighing, Jono dropped his shoulders and looked at Jean. ::It's easier to do that than it is to fully admit how upset I am about it,:: he commented to her raising an eyebrow at her ::besides it all kinds of fun to be as calm as a spring morning.:: Glancing at Jean sideways, Jono tilted his head a little amused but also there was some sadness behind the brown eyes. It was really tough for him to lose his face again, but the only thing that he had right now was his anger. Watching as she shifted and touched his bicep, Jono mentally sighed as well both in her mind and his. ::I am more than angry Jean. Hell I can't even think of a word for it. I am just so frustrated with everything lately. I had accepted my fate, even getting the new face and then losing it. It hurts so much, it feels like the universe is slapping me in the face or just stepping on me,:: he sent back to her feeling the sincerity of her thoughts. Sticking his hand into his chest, he drew out a ball of flame which he held between his fingers. ::I got stuck with a psionic fire furnace, and I have no idea what that even means, besides the fact that it blew up my body,:: he growled in frustration before crushing the fireball and watching the flames fly back into his chest. ::I can shoot it, and blow things up with it, but what else is it good fer? I make a great light! That's about it.:: A chuckle escaped him when she mentioned repressing feelings. ::Jean you forget that I am a master of repressing my feelings, when I first got here all I did was brood,:: he said honestly ::Though that might have lead to Apocalypse picking me. I was the odd one out, I was more concerned with me own emotions and selfishness than others around me. I'd love to sort it out, but I have no idea how I would even start or where. You'd definitely have to give me some pointers.:: Patting her hand he glanced back at Roam, before crossing his arms over his flame. |
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