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Post by havok on Oct 19, 2005 14:50:49 GMT -5
Alex walked slowly towards the fallen Northstar. The street was desserted so there was no need to avoid any traffic. He kept his eyes open for any other movements as he approached the body on the street. There was no better way to bring Jean Paul’s twin to him then to massacre the dead body of her twin brother. Firing a low level but intense heat wave at the body in the street, the body started burn until it lit on fire. The wind changed directions as a blur rushed by him. Turning quickly, he couldn’t find Aurora, she was too quick. Suddenly, arms stretched around him from behind. Instintively, a plasma wave shot out of his back directly into whoever attacked him. None of the X-Men were stupid enough to try a stunt like that in the middle of a Danger Room session. Looking behind him, he saw Aurora on her back next to her burning brother. It was only fitting that both of the twins get barbequed so Alex did the same to her as he did with Northstar and lit her on fire.
With the twins out of the way, Alex had to find some new targets. He was at a disadvantage every time they had these competitions. Betsy had told him before that she always kept track of everyone’s progress. She knew the score before anyone else while Alex was only shooting in the dark. He just did the best he could and hope that he won. Usually, he could find enemies pretty easily.
As Alex traveled along the road, he came up on a group of soldiers led by none other than Magik. This was a great opportunity to get some points in his favor. Before even thinking about it, Alex fired into the group of soldiers. Magik opened a stepping disk and teleported away before the plasma waves reached her so it entered the group of soldiers and cleared a path through them. Magik could be dealt with later. For now, Alex concentrated on clearing away the soldiers who were no match for him. Magik had to reappear at some point. Hopefully the programmed Magik didn’t run away so that one of the others could get to her before he did.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 19, 2005 16:19:38 GMT -5
Sean had dispatched a few more soldiers with no problems. His knee was not bothering him as he soared over the “city” searching for his next target. Then he was momentarily distracted by seeing Betsy, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. He took a few minutes just watching her moving nimbly as his thoughts left their session, and on to other things. She was just amazing. After a few minutes, he brought himself back to the present, and spotted a gray blur down below him. That would be Pietro, son of Magneto. There was his next target.
Sean swooped down to the street level, and prepared to fight the fasted mutant he knew of. As the grey blur swept by him, Sean used some of the moves Betsy had taught him, and threw himself down, right into Quicksilver's path. His plan was a partial success, Pietro didn't quite trip over him, but he stopped. That was all Sean needed as he let loose with a sonic scream that had the grey haired man covering his ears. Then they started to brawl a bit. Pietro was quicker, but Sean had a lot of experience. They were almost an even match.
Several minutes later, Sean stood over the flickering hologram of Pietro. He had done it, and he grinned. He might have a bruise or two, but he'd come out the victor and that was the main thing. He took to the skies again, seeking some more action.
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Post by archangel on Oct 21, 2005 22:57:25 GMT -5
Archangel had made his way in from his morning flight. He took the quickest route to get to the Danger Room. His morning schedule always started off with a quick flight of the grounds and then he followed it up with a training session in the Danger Room. To Warren the most important thing was being perfect, especially when it came to aerial combat, his speciality.
Archangel approached the door and saw that a session was already in progess. The last thing he wanted was to waste a perfect chance for more practice. He quickly punched in his access code in and watched as the door opened.
Archangel's wings snapped out of his back and with a powerful thrust he leapt up into the sky. A quick survey revealed a good deal of damage already done by his fellow X-men.
Archangel didnt have much time to check out the surroundings when he suddenly caught a glimsp of something and turned in mid-air to see Captian Marvel as she hurtled directly at him. He wasted no time and flew head long at her as fast as he possibly could.
Her hair whipped around her face as Captain Marvel launched an energy blast at the winged mutant when the distance between them had closed enough. Archangel had seen her prepare for the blast and twisted away in a flash of his metal wings. Before she could adjust Archangel flew up behind her and clamped one hand across her throat and the other pinned her arms to her sides.
"You missed" he whispered into her ears before another wing slashed forward and cleaved her at the waste. The hologram flickered and faded away with a look of pain on her face. Archangel spun and searched for another foe from his aerial vantage point.
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Post by phoenixlily on Oct 24, 2005 8:30:34 GMT -5
Storm was getting frustrated. Everyone else had seemed to have and easy task of finding acutal people to fight, not the nameless soldiers of which she had already dispatched more thn her fair share. She saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye, and a small smile broke out of her face. "Finally..." She muttered to herself as she turned. Preparing herself, she turned in time to see Wanda Lensherr rushing her, hex bolts flying every which away. Storm created a blast of wind to protect herself from them, and then twisted the wind a bit, creating a cyclone. Smiling a bit at the sudden drain of color in Scarlet Witch's face, she sent the cyclone twirling towards the woman.
It lifted her off the ground then dropped her a little closer to Storm. The Storm created a lightning bolt, her favorite way of completion, and dropped it on the woman, who shimmered out. "Yey." she said to herself in a small way of celebration before going off to find soem more.
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Post by Psylocke on Oct 24, 2005 9:47:13 GMT -5
The projection of Mystique vanished as Betsy ended the simulations life and she began to jump more buildings, looking for anyone that could be left. Sean's thoughts drifted her way and Betsy suppressed a groan, although it wouldn't have mattered since no one was around to hear it. <Keep your thoughts on your target, Irish,> she scolded lightly. She did have to admit that it was rather amusing to know that even in the thick of a battle, she could distract him.
Looking up, she could see both Sean and Warren circling overhead. From what Betsy could tell, the simulation was due to end very soon. Making her way back to the ground, she took out a few remaining soldiers when the scenery changed again and the computer announced that time was up. Gone was the “city” and back were the steel walls and floor. Walking over to the computer, her heels clicking on the metal floor, Betsy took one of the proffered towels that came out of a hidden compartment when the simulation ended and wiped off her face.
Gathering the information from the computer, she looked at the numbers and groaned. Loudly. She was never going to live this one down. As the others gathered around, Betsy looked at them and shook her head. “You know, maybe we don't need to see those numbers after all. Since some of us took out more difficult people and not just all soldiers....” she began.
Looking at the others, who looked ready to take it out on her if she didn't come clean, Betsy said, “Okay, okay. Sean took out the most people today.” Turning away and back to the computer so she didn't have to see the look of satisfaction on Sean's face, it was bad enough to hear in her head, she disabled the program completely and readied the room for the first class of the day. Then it was going to be time for another shower and change of clothes, although she'd much rather be playing in here longer.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 24, 2005 12:32:56 GMT -5
Havok NPC
Alex was still in combat mode, and about to take out another wave of soldiers, when the simulation came to an end. He was disappointed, he wanted more action, to get more aggression out. Sighing heavily, he walked over to the group, grabbing a towel and mopping the sweat from his face. He waited impatiently for Betsy to give them the results. From the look on her face, something had surprised her. Maybe he'd won again?
His hopes were dashed, when Betsy said,
“Okay, okay. Sean took out the most people today.” WHAT! That was a huge shock to Alex. Sure, Sean had more experience, but still. Alex didn't even realize what he was saying until it was too late.
“What?! Somehow, the old gimp beat me?!” 'Oh crap, I just said that out loud. Time to make a quick exit.' And exit he did, stalking out of the room before anyone could take offense to his words.
((Havok exits to his room)
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Post by archangel on Oct 24, 2005 20:18:03 GMT -5
Archangel circled back around when the scene finally ended. Disappointed that he hadnt shown up sooner he pulled himself back around as he flew back towards the group. He landed just in time to hear Besty.
"Okay,okay Sean took out the most people today.” Archangel just smiled at the news. Sean was a good fighter, no doubt about it, some times an old dog could show some new tricks.
“What?! Somehow, the old gimp beat me?!” As soon as the words came out of Havok's mouth Warren turned and prepared to snap a comment to him but the younger Summer's brother disappeared before he could say something. Warren just shook is head and made a note to say something to him later. He pulled back the top of his uniform freeing his head and continued to pull it down to his waist, a wave of steemed billowed up off his skin. The Danger Room and his morning flight had been quite a workout
"Don't worry about it Sean. Alex hates anyone being better then him at anything. That boy needs to grow up. Nice job anyways." Archangel took a towel and wiped the sweat from his muscles before heading over to the shower.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 24, 2005 22:02:36 GMT -5
Sean had worked up a pretty good sweat by the time their workout was over. He was pleased with how he'd done, and even more so when Betsy announced him as the victor. A grin spread across his face, but it didn't last. At Alex's remark about him being "the old gimp"
"Old! Who are ye callin' old!" He didn't respond to the gimp part, there was no need. His words fell on deaf ears as Alex walked away. Then Warren came up,
"Don't worry about it Sean. Alex hates anyone being better then him at anything. That boy needs to grow up. Nice job anyways." He smiled at Warren,
"Thanks, I'm sure a few more humbling experiences will be good for the lad." He looked over at Betsy, the mischevious sparkle in his eyes. He walked over to Betsy, standing right behind her. Knowing how she was linked to him, he thought at her, '
So, wha' do I win, Bets? I'll take a nice shower with ye as me prize.' He thought about how many times they'd showered together during the course of their relationship and couldn't help grinning. Thankfully, there weren't any other telepaths in with them. And even if there had been, Sean didn't care at the moment. After all, he had won, and the odds had not been on his side.
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Post by Psylocke on Oct 25, 2005 20:13:16 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry for posting out of turn but we need someone in the War Room. ;} ))
“What?! Somehow, the old gimp beat me?!” Betsy heard from behind her as she looked at the computer.
Turning to face the others, Betsy watched Alex walk away and she laughed. He took defeat harder then even she did and that was saying something. Granted, she had been beaten by her lover and although he had won, it usually meant that later, they would both collect a very nice “reward”. Almost as if he was reading her mind, Sean came over to her and “said”, So, wha' do I win, Bets? I'll take a nice shower with ye as me prize.
Not bothering to answer him yet, she was about to reply to Sean's insistence that he wasn't old when Warren came over and began peeling his uniform back, revealing his full blond hair and further down, his tight, ripped chest and stomach. "Don't worry about it Sean. Alex hates anyone being better then him at anything. That boy needs to grow up. Nice job anyways,” Betsy scarcely heard as she watched Warren for a moment. Looking up at him, she gave him a bit of a smile of appreciation before returning to the conversation at hand.
“But Sean is an old gimp,” she began, teasing him. Sure, he was only about seven years older then her but she had seen him injured, watched it happen and knew the pain and suffering he had gone through in that time. God, he was still somewhat traumatized by it and she knew that more then anyone. That damned link that had sprung up made sure of that. “However, there's some things that this old gimp can do exceptionally well that other men half his age couldn't hope for,” she said, her smile turning into a smirk.
Turning to Sean, she said, “You can collect that reward later, luv. Right now I'm due in the War Room to go over the transcripts that came in overnight.” Reaching up with her hands, she gently caressed his cheeks as she brought his mouth to hers and gave him a rather deep kiss for being in the presence of others. Breaking off, she turned away from him, licked her lips and sauntered away. Waving without looking back, she called out, “You all know where to find me if I'm needed.” Then Betsy left the Danger Room.
((Continued in the War Room))
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Post by archangel on Oct 25, 2005 21:58:45 GMT -5
Archangel held his head under the shower in the lockeroom as hot water poured down his neck and back. It slowly trickled passed his folded up wings and continued on down. His mind was at rest as he felt the warm water as it eased away his aches and pains.
Suddenly a firecracker in Archangel's mind went off in an explosion of pain and anguish! Fire burned through his veins in a wave that crippled Warren and instantly dropped him to his knees! Warren wrapped his arms around his stomach as it tensed and dry heaved for sevearl moments while Warren writhed in pain on the shower flower for several more moments.
"No.....n....not again!" and just as fast as it started the pain subsided. A wave of relief came over him as the pain eased away. Warren picked himself up from the floor and instantly shut the water off. He wrapped himself in a towel and quickly changed into a pair of jeans. With a look of concern on his face he left the basement and went upstairs to his room.
Exit to Archangel's Room.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 26, 2005 15:00:50 GMT -5
Remy was having fun when the simulation ended. He had come upon a small pocket of troops and decided he was going to fight them of without his powers. Why, because he could. He finished them about a minute before the end. Suddenly everything was back to normal and the group was gathering around Betsy for the score. She didn’t seem so happy and tried to get out of announcing the winner. Raising an eyebrow, Remy shot her a look. He wasn’t really in it for the competition but if he won, he wanted to know so he could rub it in all their faces. “Okay, okay. Sean took out the most people today.” Eh, never mind. Remy didn’t win that often anyway. He wasn’t super competitive like Betsy and Alex. He just had fun with it most of the time. He did work himself nearly to death on his first group session though. It wasn’t really to prove himself, as much as it was to see the looks on their faces when the new guy spanked them, and he did just that.
“What?! Somehow, the old gimp beat me?!” Alex blurted out, immediately turning into a deer caught in headlights. He excused himself after catching the sour look on Sean’s face. They’d get over it. Sean knew what Alex was like. Even if he didn’t, Warren told him right after Alex walked out.
After Warren excused himself, Sean pushed up on Betsy. Remy just shook his head. Just a few years earlier and that could have been him, at least for a few nights. They played in front of each other for a moment. It was sickening sweet. This was the main reason Remy didn’t push it with Betsy. He’d gotten in between a few couples and spouses in his time, but never happy ones. Something about screwing up and healthy relationship just seemed wrong to him. Giving Sean a pat on the back, Remy said “good job Irish,” and excused himself behind Betsy. “Remy goin to room. Gotta shower and change before class. De kids giggle too much as it is.”
[Gambit exits to his room]
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Post by phoenixlily on Oct 27, 2005 7:32:30 GMT -5
Storm was just about to finish off another soldier before the simulation simply faded away. Wiping her fac, and pushing back a few strands of hair that escaped from her tight braid, she headed towards the group, hearing Alex shout something she was quite sure was offensive towards Sean, before leaving the rrom in a huff. She sighed, some people simply took this a tad too seriously for her. It was a simple game, and it only served to causes them to push themselves so that in real battle everything would be alright. However, Alex, she truely believed, was taking the competition part of this too seriously. She walked up behind Sean, and patted his shoulder a few times, "Congradulations, Sean. Don't get used to it." She said with a small grin. She smiled at the rest of them standing around in the group, and left to go upstairs.
Storm rolled her neck, attempting to get some of the tension out of it. For some reason, she was exhausted, and couldn't wait until classes were over so that she could take a nice long nap. If life was going really well, it was quite possible that after classes she wouldn't have get up until the next morning.
Not wanting to hope too much, lest she jinx it, she went upstairs to her room, to take a shower and maybe check her plants before classes began.
Exits to Storm's room
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Post by Banshee on Oct 28, 2005 18:15:50 GMT -5
“You can collect that reward later, luv. Right now I'm due in the War Room to go over the transcripts that came in overnight.”
Sean grinned as Betsy kissed him deeply in front of everyone. While they kissed, he found his hands reaching around, but she broke off the kiss before he could grab anything. He grinned at the others, who all offered their congratulations.
“Thanks, it's good ta know this gimp still has some life to him.” He joked. He headed off to the locker room to shower before his class. Even though he'd need one after class as well. That would make three showers, before noon.
Sean took off his brace, it had definitely helped in the session today. He spent a few minutes just letting the hot water run over him. After he'd showered and dressed, he looked at his watch. Crap. He had just enough time to get to his class, before he was late.
((Sean exits to War Room))
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Post by Cyclops on Feb 26, 2006 17:52:17 GMT -5
[[ Enter Cyclops and Rogue from the Administrative Offices, after a tour of the facilities ]]
Scott turned back to Anna-Marie as he keyed in the passcode for the Danger Room. Although the software and some of the components were newer, it was still basically the same Danger Room they had trained in as students. And even though Rogue didn't know it, it still served a similar purpose as it had before.
Welcome Cyclops, the computer chirped in a cheerful, synthetic female voice. The door slid open with a whoosh, revealing a large metallic room with blank walls and a small viewing booth set high into one of the walls.
Walking towards one of the wall, Scott kept his back to Rogue and his eye closed as he switched from his sunglasses to a small visor. It adhered to his skin tightly, yet was not uncomfortable and gave him good control of his optic blast. Not that he was expecting to use it. But it was less likely to come off in the heat of battle and cause an accident. Placing his sunglasses into the crush proof case he carried the visor in, he extended a shelf from the featureless wall and placed them on it, then retracted it.
Turning to face Anna-Marie, Cyclops loosened his tie. "Guest's choice, although I suggest a sim with weaponry, as we probably don't need to be using our powers on each other," he said with a tight smile, then relaxed a little. "Winner buys the first round at Harry's."
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Post by Rogue on Feb 26, 2006 21:06:46 GMT -5
As they headed down the hallway, she finished filling in the last of the forms that went along with the tour, glancing up as the room welcomed Scott. A small smile crept across her face and she tucked the clipboard under her arm, glancing around as the door opened and they stepped into the room.
"Guest's choice, although I suggest a sim with weaponry, as we probably don't need to be using our powers on each other." She nodded as she took off the jacket of her uniform. Whoever had designed them had obviously been thinking more about how they would look than how well they'd work. Folding it around the clipboard, she slid them against the wall by the door, peeling off her gloves and adding them to the pile. "Wouldn't want me to kick your ass in your own school after all," she commented with a wink.
Thinking for a minute, she suggested, "Obstacle course? You can throw in whatever you think needs the upgrades and best time wins."
"Winner buys the first round at Harry's." Grinning, she accepted the bet with a nod. "Get your wallet ready, Mr. Summers."
She couldn't really back that up, but she had a good feeling that she'd had a fair amount more battle training lately than he had. Either way, it would be interesting to see what exactly he'd learned over the past twelve years. Xavier had trained them more in the practical use of their powers than in the best way to use them in battle situations, but for Scott, the two were practically one and the same. Still, if they weren't going to use their powers (which was something that she was more than fine with, since the last thing she wanted was to have a friend trapped inside her head), it would be a different ball game. Unless they were playing pool as part of the simulation. Then, she was screwed.
Speaking of, she made a mental note to check in with that LeBeau guy after the sim. Probably best not to forget about that little plan. Turning away from the pile of discarded clothes, she cracked her back. "So, what's the plan?"
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