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Post by Psylocke on Jun 13, 2005 15:14:39 GMT -5
Betsy walked into the control room first, typing in a password that the computer would identify as her and she looked over the programs available. Choosing a particular favorite of hers, she adjusted the setting to a bit higher level then usual and gave herself two minutes to get into the room and get ready.
Strolling into the actual workout area of the danger room, she left her purple towel on a chair just outside the door and once the door closed, the “In Use” sign came on. She stretched briefly and in no time, the program started and she was facing off against her former master, Matsu'o. In a brilliant twist on reality, Betsy used every little bit of martial arts skills that he had taught her and began to fight the creation. In this particular scenario, she couldn't use her telepathy or psi-knife and she relied only on the strength of her body.
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 16, 2005 0:12:06 GMT -5
The workout was exactly what Betsy needed. Even though she wasn't actually allowed to kill the simulation of Matsu'o, coming close was pretty good. As the computer shut down, she took a few moments to stretch out her muscles before exiting the room. Grabbing her towel from outside the door, she wiped her face off and reveled in the way her body felt alive after a workout.
Wrapping the towel around her neck and letting the ends hang loose down the front of her uniform, Betsy realized she had forgotten to grab a bottle of water before the workout. Knowing she was going to have to face the crowd in the kitchen to get what she wanted, Betsy left the Danger Room and headed to the kitchen.
((Exit to the Kitchen))
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 19, 2005 22:33:37 GMT -5
Betsy led Callisto silently through the halls and down the stairs to the lower level. Stopping briefly in the locker room, she offered Callisto an X-Men training uniform to wear while she herself changed into a spare assassin's uniform that she kept in the locker. Taking two towels out of the locker, she tossed one to Callisto then led her to the Danger Room.
Betsy didn't plan on joining Callisto in the actual room but wanted to be prepared just in case. Walking into the control room, Betsy sat down at the computer and scrolled through the options. Spying something she thought Callisto might be able to work with, she input the code into the computer to activate the program then said, “If you go through that door and enter the one at the end, you'll be in the danger room. The program is a hologram but the danger is quite real.”
Betsy sat back in her chair and waited for Callisto to enter the room and the session to begin.
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Post by callisto on Jun 20, 2005 16:22:33 GMT -5
Following Betsy through the mansion, Callisto couldn't help but feel a surge of envy. This was how the upworlders lived. This was how the pretty, powerful mutants got to live. She didn't want to be jealous, but she couldn't help it. This place made her feel filthy, dirty, like she was leaving stains everywhere she went. She was already starting to hate it here.
Eyeing the yellow and blue spandex that Betsy handed her with a great deal of contempt, Callisto reluctantly slipped out of her clothes. They were her only set and she wasn't going to ruin them or do anything to make them dirtier than they already were. Catching the towel the other woman threw to her, she followed the purple haired X-woman into the X-men's secret advantage.
“If you go through that door and enter the one at the end, you'll be in the danger room. The program is a hologram but the danger is quite real.” Betsy said softly fiddling around with the computers. Nodding, Callisto headed down the hall and through the doors.
At first glance, it was remarkably...empty.
Glancing around at the bare walls, Callisto raised her eyebrow back in the direction of the control room and...found herself somewhere completely different as the holograms activated. The plain metal walls vanished completely, replaced with a stereotypical dojo, surrounded by paper walls. Callisto spun around to confirm there was no visible exit. Very interesting. She wondered if the telepath was doing this, pushing the pictures into her head. The smells.
"Come." A voice said behind her and she spun around again, startled. She had heard nothing. A young man stood there, garbed in a traditional training outfit. "Come. We shall train." Raising an eyebrow, Callisto opened her mouth to speak and ducked aside not a moment to soon as the man's fist hummed through the air where her head had been. That would have cracked her skull.
This was exactly what she needed.
Leg whipping out, she caught him a glancing blow to his thigh, probably no more than enough to numb the muscle as his fist hammered down, whispering past her shoulder so close she could feel the brush of the hairs on the man's knucles passing against the bizarre material of the uniform. This was just the kind of challenge she needed. Hand whipping out to catch the man in an armlock, she rolled, sending him flying directly into one of the pillars littering the enormous training area. Jumping up, she didn't even wait for him to land, charging directly at the figure still in the air.
God bless creative stress relief.
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 20, 2005 22:43:07 GMT -5
The contempt she felt radiating off Callisto as she led the other woman through the mansion was so thick Betsy could have sworn she could cut it with a knife. However, Callisto's almost jealous feelings were none of her concern. Betsy was basically the other woman's babysitter at the moment. There was no way she was letting the Morlock have access to the room without supervision.
Betsy watched as Callisto began the exercise and smiled at the look of surprise on her face as the punch meant to knock her out was real. It was one of the best parts about introducing someone to the Danger Room.
Callisto's fighting style was definitely street learned. Not graceful and elegant in the way that Betsy had been “taught” to fight, but rough and to the point. It was also highly effective. The program itself would never run out of opponents to throw at Callisto but it did have a timer on it. Thirty minutes and the simulation would shut down.
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Post by malgray on Jun 21, 2005 8:39:00 GMT -5
Logan stopped midway at the locker room, he noticed that one of the training suits was missing. It didn't bother him that much that it was missing, since he usually just wore what he had on when he trained, however today he felt especially in the mood for a little nostalgia. Opening up another locker with his name on it he pulled out the old Yellow and black spandex, the first one he ever used. Just for kicks he dusted off the funny eared headpiece, more decoration the functionality, but none the less a stunner for the bad guys. Though the other Xmen couldn't decide wether it stunned with fear or hysterical laughter.
After dressing, Logan closed his locker and stretched a bit. It was then he picked up on Betsy's scent, and something else... His mind raced through a million different scent patterns untill it was clear who else was around. He nearly bit his lip in anticipation.
"So Callisto wants to play..."
Entering the main computer area, Logan nodded to Psylocke, "Why didn't someone tell me that we had company..."
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 21, 2005 9:51:56 GMT -5
Betsy had been twisting a lock of hair, watching Callisto in a mixture of boredom and fascination when Logan walked in. She glanced up at him, then did a second take as she saw the uniform he was wearing.
“Good morning, Logan. You appear to be in a better mood then you were earlier,” Betsy greeted. She looked back out the window at Callisto and continued, “She showed up just before you did this morning. After a confrontation in the kitchen with her, Remy and Rogue, I figured this was the safest place to put her without ruining any of Charles' furniture.”
Patting the seat next to her for him to sit down, she gave him a cross between a smirk and a smile and commented, “Nice uniform. Did you have to drag it out of the mothballs?”
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Post by callisto on Jun 22, 2005 12:14:54 GMT -5
Callisto hit the wooden pillar. Hard. This was fun. Springing to her feet, she advanced on her opponent, still the same "person" as originally appeared. This was the biggest challenge she'd had in a long time, and she'd been worried that whatever it was that she was fighting wouldn't work with her powers but there had been no trouble so far.
Circling the man now, she didn't waste time on banter. She doubted it would work and it was a practice she truly despised, so it was a pleasure that her opponent refrained from it as well. Her mind had been completely taken over by her powers, focused on the battle and its outcome. Tunnel vision after a fashion but in a very broad tunnel. Hands blurring now, she struck out, sharp stinging blows aimed at exposed nerve points, the first to just inside the hip bone, the next to the temple, the third to just below the ribs. She was blocked each time, the figure scrambling faster and faster and faster to keep up with her, unable to attack as her hands almost whistled through the air. A glancing blow landed on his shoulder as his leg whipped up and she caught the kick on her shin, the impact stinging more than a little. Grunting, she literally fell to the ground as her other leg lashed out, thrusting between the man's legs and jerking straight as she whipped around, shattering the kneecap. The sickening crunch echoed around the room and Callisto grinned ferally as the figure faded from view, clutching its knee. She climbed to her feet again as a heavy impact took her in the back, rolling her forward and over her own shoulder.
Spinning past, she caught a glimpse of her new opponent, easily 6'6" and heavily muscled. He stood there, cracking his knuckles menacingly. Wondering whether any of the X-men had seen anyone who actually cracked their knuckles like that in a fight, Callisto grinned and launched herself ferociously at her opponent.
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 25, 2005 7:47:07 GMT -5
Logan seemed intent on watching Callisto and with a smile, Betsy stood up. Patting him on the back, she said, “If you are here now, I'm going to get something to eat. Enjoy the baby sitting job, Logan.”
Before he could refuse or argue, Betsy was out the door and in the locker room. Since she didn't actually use the uniform for anything other then sitting in, Betsy hung it back up in her locker. She put her skirt and sweater back on and as she was pulling on her boots, she glanced over at the filthy clothes on the bench.
Shaking her head, Betsy picked up the disgusting garments with the tips of her fingernails and put the offending garments in the nearest garbage can. There was no way she was letting Callisto walk through the mansion in such nasty clothes. What if something got on the furniture that was impossible to remove?
Washing her hands thoroughly, Betsy walked back to her locker and pulled out a spare pair of jeans and a tank top. They probably weren't exactly what Callisto was used to but they were clean. And believe it or not, the other woman was close to Betsy's height. It all just worked out perfectly, she thought with a smile.
Her good deed done, Betsy walked over to the mirror and pulled a brush through her hair. Happy that she looked as good as she did when she had left her room a while ago, Betsy put all her belongings back into the locker and locked the door.
((Continued in the Kitchen))
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 27, 2005 13:42:25 GMT -5
“I'll tell you what. We'll have a session in the Danger Room later and see who looks better in uniform,” she said in reply to his “suggestion”, never once losing the grin.
Betsy led the way into the Danger Room, pointing out various rooms along the way that Sean would need to know about. As they walked past the door to the actual training room, Betsy noticed the active light still on. Had Logan taken Callisto to her room so he could use the facility himself? she thought.
Opening the door to the control room, Betsy saw that Logan was just staring off into space while Callisto was still working out. Looking at Sean, she said, “That's the Danger Room. Our very own, private, state of the art training facility.” She didn't tell him just how “state of the art” it really was. A bit difficult to explain about the Shi'ar technology sometimes. “This is how we train the younger mutants and keep our own skills up to speed.”
Looking at the comatose Logan, she said, “Sean, this is Logan, also know as Wolverine. Logan, this is Charles' new recruit, Sean Cassidy.”
Walking over to the control panel, Betsy turned the machine off, effectively ending Callisto's workout abruptly. Switching on the communication panel, Betsy said in her serious, business-like voice, “I think that's enough for now, Callisto. Why don't you go to the locker room I showed you before and get a shower. I'll show you to your room when you're done.”
Betsy turned off the communicator before receiving a reply. Looking back at Sean, her sweet as pie expression and voice back in place, she said, “Callisto is one of our.... guests here at the time. She's done nothing wrong. Yet. But I don't trust her out of the sight of one of us X-Men for very long. She's waiting for Charles to return from Washington.”
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Post by Banshee on Jun 27, 2005 14:12:16 GMT -5
Sean looked at Elisabeth and he tried not to imagine her uniform. Thankfully the time in Interpol and the police force enabled him to keep a neutral "poker" face even in difficult situations. He lifted an eyebrow and grinned at her,
"I like tha idea, Elisabeth. I have nae worked with other mutants and I had to fake being normal. It will be nice not ta have to hide me true nature. This challenge will be interesting. I look forward to it immensely."
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Post by callisto on Jun 27, 2005 14:18:11 GMT -5
Callisto had been working her way through her seventeenth opponenet, another man this time, her feet sweeping his of the ground in a complicated spin on one leg whilst her other slammed down toward his head like an axe, when the figure just...vanished. It wavered for the slightest second and then was gone, as was the dojo. The room was as bear and featureless as it had been when she entered.
Unsurprisingly, a voice called through the communicator “I think that's enough for now, Callisto. Why don't you go to the locker room I showed you before and get a shower. I'll show you to your room when you're done.”
She was to be taken to her room and tucked into bed like a child? Stifling a furious string of curses that would almost certainly have gotten her brain-zapped, Callisto stretched out of the odd pose she had maintained since her landing, from when the simulation had disappeared. For the first time in...hours, she allowed herself to feel the tiredness in her muscles, the faint burn of lactic acid, making every movement sting. She must have been going in here for a long time indeed.
Shaking her head and muttering a few very surly things about Betsy Braddock under her breath, she located the door that had vanished during the simulation and left the Danger Room, heading back to the locker room, ready to get out of this absurd spandex and back into her own decent clothes.
Which were nowhere in sight.
Furious, she slammed her foot into Braddock's locker, a resounding ring echoing out as her blow left a dent. She'd stolen Callisto's clothes! "That b*tch." Callisto muttered furiously, tearing the spandex off. She wasn't wearing it any longer than necessary, even if it meant wearing these stupid clothes that Braddock had provided. The jeans were long enough but insanely tight, and the tank top did not fit perfectly over Callisto's shoulders, but close enough. Sighing furiously, Callisto stepped out of the locker, feet slamming on the floor as she entered the control room. Psylocke was there, Wolverine too, and a red headed man she'd never seen before. Ignoring the others, Callisto stalked up to Betsy. "What did you do with my clothes?" She demanded sharply. "This is ridiculous upworlder clothing!"
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 27, 2005 14:39:37 GMT -5
“It's a date then, Sean,” she teased. Actually, she was looking forward to seeing exactly what his powers could do. It was also be nice to have someone that was experienced in their powers to train with. As much as she loved working in the Danger Room with the kids, heck she just loved working in the Danger Room, it would be nice to have someone who knew what they were doing.
Before either could say anything else, Callisto stomped into the room, none too pleased at Betsy's good deed. As she ranted at her, Betsy gave Callisto a smirk and replied, “But Callisto dear, they look so good on you.” Sure, if you ignored the fact that Betsy was more slender and longer in the torso...... “Besides, you would have soiled our furniture with your filthy sewer scented clothes. Now, if you are going to play in the upworld, you are going to have to look the part.”
Betsy knew that wasn't going to go over well but she didn't care. She could shut the woman down with a simple thought. Besides, she had shown up unexpected on their doorstep that morning. It didn't mean that Betsy was going to have to bend over backwards to be nice to the sewer rat.
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Post by Banshee on Jun 27, 2005 15:07:46 GMT -5
“It's a date then, Sean,” she teased. Sean's eyes sparkled as he thought about that. A date, even though she was just teasing ye, it's been a while. Especially when the woman isn't trying to get out of a ticket."A date eh, I dinnae have a thing to wear." He grinned.
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Post by callisto on Jun 27, 2005 15:24:40 GMT -5
“But Callisto dear, they look so good on you.” The British woman simpered.
Callisto growled, grinding her teeth together viciously. This was intolerable! The woman had just stolen her clothes!
“Besides, you would have soiled our furniture with your filthy sewer scented clothes. Now, if you are going to play in the upworld, you are going to have to look the part.”
Callisto's eyes bugged out. Her breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she struggled to control her temper. That bloody woman...she had stolen her clothes...she was going to....
She was going to what? Fighting Betsy would be difficult alone, fighting her with Logan and this other man where they could come to her aid, that would be nearly impossible. Well, fighting her would be possible but victory would not be an option and to Callisto, fighting and victory were the same thing.
The realisation that, for the second time today she had been balked, did not help her temper at all.
"GRAH!" She shouted, throwing her hands up furiously. This was pointless. "I'll ask one last time. What did you do with my clothes?"
Privately, Callisto admitted they had been a little worse for wear. The icy drenching from the snow earlier had effectively killed the smell though. But..these...she looked like some helpless upworlder woman. What happened if she got attacked, this flimsy shirt would tear to pieces in moments and these jeans weren't much better.
God, she wanted to go right back to beating up imaginary idiots in the Danger Room. Stupid, stupid "civilized behaviour." Stupid.
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