|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:02 pm
Sasha was bringing Ana her bib when she stopped at the sight of Pietro speed-chopping a big butcher knife on Ana's plate. She fainted onto Cathy and Morgan. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. Then, as she got herself together, she stood up, a huge hand of sand appeared behind Pietro.
"DON'T EVER AGAIN DO THAT NEAR MY BABY!"
Boom! The table and ground shook from tremors as the solid hand punched Pietro, who went flying. Miraculously, Ana wasn't hit by any of this.
Ana was baffled by her father's speed with the knife, but even more excited when he was smacked to a bloody pulp. She giggled and clapped.
Sonya nudged Rachel and giggled as she pointed at Cathy and Morgan, the new "couple". "So, are you two official?" she whispered to Cathy. "We could double-date!"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 9:54 pm
Somthing challenging that didn't involve sentinels? She pondered the thought for a moment.... then it hit her. She smiled very cutely. "I've got just the thing!"
Jumping down from her perch she landed as light as a feather and ran over to a small brief case lying on the floor just below the control panel window. Opening the case Kylia very carefully removed a laptop that was no bigger that a ordinary paperback book.
Brushing a few strands of hair behind her right ear, revealed a very strange and interacate looking earring. The earring was made from and unknow blue-ish metal, the earring weaved in and over Kylia's ear from top to bottom with a deep blue jewel at the end where a normal priecing would be.
Kylia pressed the blue jewel and instantly a blueish-green visor from across her eyes, and then the jewel its self extend from the earring to from a mini microphone. Then she pull out two cords from the laptop attaching one into a panel in the wall and the other into her earring.
With everything set Kylia contacted Cesa and asked her to send the new defense program over. At first she didn't like the idea of testing it without herself and the others being there to keep an eye on things and make sure nothing happened to Kylia, but after a little persuasion she gave in.
"Alright everything is almost set but let me explain a few things before you start." Kylia went through a detailed explaintion of how the defense program was really more of computer protection deviece, but it actually take on a phsically form. Now it was not a destructive killing machine like the sentinels but it was almost as tricky. "Kilo" as she called it was installed with and adaptive AI program that allowed it to change it's shape to compenstate for any situation, so it made him far from being a "pushover".
"Just let me warn you though.... Oh my I believe I didn't get your name sir?" She said feeling rather embrassed for her lack of manners.
Kris just chuckled a little. "I'm Kris... Kris Griever. Weren't you the one who stopped the fight between Emma Frost and myself?"
Kylia just smiled. "Yes I am, it is very good to meet you again Mr. Kris. I don't know if I properly introduced myself but I am Kylia Mavrick..... Oh my I sorry, back to the matter at hand." She warned Kris that Kilo was not a fully test program so it may be a bit unperdictable, but she was quite sure that he would still be able to handle it. But she asked him to be careful just incase. With that Kylia gave a silent voice command, interfacing directly with the danger room's simulation systems giving Kilo a physical form. For now Kilo took on the shape of a strange floating metalic sphere, waiting for Kylia to give it instructions.
"Alright Mr. Kris, I can only keep up Kilo's physical form for only ten minutes, I am hoping that will be a sufficient amount of time? ..... Alright Kilo.... initiate training squence.... Aqua Delta Tsunami... target... Kris Griever... Begin!"
As Kilo began to shift its form Kylia, who look slightly exhausted for some reason, very quitely sat down and leaned against the wall. She couldn't tell Kris because of what she was, and that she was more or less the channeling point for Kilo because of the direct interface between Kilo and the simulation system. It was true that it was easily for her do these kind of things and even more, but this kind of "manifestation" had a tendency to rather taxing on her physically if done for extended periods of time and left her quite vunerable.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:42 pm
"...Much obliged, young lady." He nods as the sword on his shoulder seems to explode with new gel. The new blade is six and a half feet long, one and three fourths feet wide, and five inches thick. The blade is eight inches in from the each side, making it more of a slab than a sword. The blade thins slightly in both with and thickness as it reaches the tip, becoming one and a half feet long with a ninety-degree point. The non-blade part is pure black, while the blade is a deep shade of grey.
The handle is 1.5 feet long and 3-inches wide, wrapped in a deep grey cloth with the two ends hanging on either side of the handle. The blade is connected to the handle thought extensions from the grip into a |_| shape, seen as a half-circle on the sides along the non-blade part, allowing the blade to be exposed for the full length, with the base of the blade resting in the valley of the u, it is then held with two large pins from the bottom, on either side of the handle. At the end of the handle, opposite the blade, there is a small square conterweight.
As he steps forward, this massive slab of a sword on his shoulder, gel rises up through his clothing, coating it and hardening into repeating black plate armor. Turning his head to look at Kylia, as gel begins to seep up his neck and around his head, he gives her a small smile. "...Wish me luck." The end of his sentence isdifficult to hear because his head becomes covered by a gel helmet, with lots of small holes over the eyes, mouth and ears, allowing him to function in a normal way. Reaching Kilo, the armor over his forearms and lower legs thicken slightly, in case he need them as a defense.
Kilo, for his part, likewise begins to take shape, that of a human-esque being, with a long, thin blade for it's lower right arm and hand. Landing softly on the ground, the two eye eachother for a few moments before Kris charges, and Kilo follows suit. With the sword still on Kris's shoulder, Kilo takes the offensive, data telling it that a sword that large couldn't be moved around easily or respond quickly. Bringing back it's right arm, it thrusts at Kris's lower right chest.
As Kilo Begings it's attack, Kris takes the sword in both hands, left over right, and brings it down on Kilo's blade before it reaches him. With a crack, the upper part of the blade embeds itself into the ground. Turning the blade to the side, Kris follows with a upwards diagonal slash, starting at the bottom right to the upper left, leaving a long cut in Kilo's form.
As Kilo steps back, Kris kicks the blade end next to it, With is absorbed, he laughs hollowly from under his armor.Sighing, he enlightends Kilo. "..I can move this weapon faster then anyone else can, the gel I make is increadibly light." Holding up the sword and letting go with his right hand, he swings the blade up and down over his left shoulder in a blur. "This feels like it's made of foam." Bring the sword infront of him and clasping it with both hands, whe waits for Kilo's next move.
As the long cut in it's front heals. Kilo computes its next move. If speed doesn't work, then power should. In its right hand, it forms a sword. This blade, unkine the other, is not elegant. Five feet long, two feet wide and three inches thick, sharp on one side, with a flat top, a spike at the flat end facking the blade side. With no crossguar,d just a handle, it is an ugly weapon, but this isn't a battle of grace.
As Kilo charges, Kris brings his word above his head, swinging down at Kilo's head. Kilo, for his part, increases his speed, bringing his blade up to parry. With this one move, the fight shifts gears. As rhe blades push appart, Kris takes the offensive, attacking with a chest level side-slash from the left, followed by a downward horizontal slash to the left, followed by another downward horizontal slash to the right, finishing with a thrust to Kilo's head.
Kilo, in turn, parrys each of the first three blows, his word and Kris's clashing constnalty. From the begining of Kris's attack to its end, it took less then ten seconds. Weaving to the right to avoid the thrust, he brings his sword from the right to attack Kirs, who, in return, pulls his blade back and towards the oncoming blade, a parry.
As the two jump back, Kris breathing a bit heavier then when he began, the two eye eachother before begining anew. Brining his sword back at chest level at his left side, Kris charges as Kilo, his blade above his right shoulder, does likewise. When they clash, the resulting force of their collision is felt in the air, which shoots away from the two blades, forming a gust in an otherwise breezeless room.
Kilo takes the offensive first, deforming what's left of his shattered blad,e he strikes Kris's hands and wrists iwth his fists, causing him to drop his blade. As the blade drops to the ground, no longer in contact with Kris or any other gel, it begins to lose it's shape. As Kris sees this, he understands Kilo's plot, by losing the duel, he can disarm Kris. As Kilo's arms wrap around Kris's lower chest and begin to squeeze, he has to admit, it was a good idea.
Now, with his hands pinned at his sides, his chest beging to feel a little tight, he looks at Kilo. "..This....was a good match.." He stammers out, with more then a little effort. "..But...it's over." As Kilo continues to squeeze, the gel armor around Kirs begins to side and move around on his form, while still keeping its shape.
Kilo, noticing begins to reach, but alas, too late. The added gel on Kris's armor extends, in the form of large spike after large spike piercing into Kilo's arms, legs, body and head. As he is released, he hears a timer sound, and Kilo begins to retreat further. "....It's over allready?...What a shame..." Streaching and taking a deep breath, he looks at Kylia. "...Much better."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:54 pm
Hearing a knock at the door, along with a familiar voice, he sat up. "Uhh...come in, its not locked" He said, moving to the edge of the bed to flip on the light on the small table.
There wasnt much to his room. Next to nothing hanging in the open closet, other than a few articles of clothing that would fit anyone. Like a large winter jacket and a couple of plane black sweaters. The walls were bare, as were the shelves and the tops of the furnature. Tetsuo realy didnt own anything...And everything he did own was still at his Step-father's place, or so he thought.
He noticed several boxes stacked in, and near, the closet labled with his room number and his name. "Huh?" He got up, opening up the first box to find a picture of the scientist and nurse that were once his surrogate parents...beneath it was a set of keys with a note attached to it that read ,
Go to the garage and press the button...I suspect you will be pleasantly surprised... -Houenheim
He smiled and stuck the keys in his pocket and continued rummaging through the box. Finding everything he had ever owned in them...Now he would feel like this place was home.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:59 pm
Gen opened the door a crack. "Hey... It's me. They're having a feast downstairs. Do you feel up to joining or ... would you like me to bring you something to eat maybe...?" she ventured, hoping she hadn't woken him up from a nap or anything.
Regina headed to the big feast room with Porter, wondering just how many people would be in the room. Her parents honed in on her almost immediately and she mentally groaned. She didn't have a bad relationship with her parents, but there was so much going on she wasn't sure how to even have an honest conversation with them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 10:36 pm
"Well, I don't realy like crouds...And I'm not realy hungry anyway" He said, sitting down indian style beside one of the boxes. "Someone got my stuff from my Step-father's place...I got these keys" He pulled them out and shook them, holding them up by the little alarm controler, "wanna go see if what these go to is in the garage?" He said with a grin, slipping on a pair of slightly oversized boots and one of the sweaters from the closet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 11:16 pm
Jamie sat in his room, lying on his back on his bed, absentmindedly playing his bass. He thought briefly about going downstairs and visiting with people, but quickly changed his mind. He wasn't sure why, but he was feeling anti-social at the moment. Probably because of all the family around.
It was times like this that Jamie missed his family most, even if they had hated him because of what he was. There was still the idea of family that seemed missing from his life. True, sometimes the people at the mansion felt like family, but sometimes. . . well, they didn't. Ah well, I might as well let everyone else visit with family. . . Jamie thought.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 8:15 am
Gen blinked and thought about it. She hadn't invited her family to the thanksgiving day feast... So they likley wouldn't be there. She wasn't in the mood for being around people either honestly.
"Sure. I'm game." she said with a small grin, wondering if they should check in with one of the leaders first, but not caring that much.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 9:09 am
He grinned, examining the keys. One in particular had a logo on it...DMC engraved onto it. He shrugged, walking out of his room, making sure she was following before closing the door.
He then made his way to the garage, making sure not to go too fast. He walked in, seeing the various cars and other vehicles lined up. He turned on the light, walking past most of the shiny cars. Pulling out the keys, he pressed the disarm button on the alarm control. A beep-beep came from a low-slung vehicle under a tarp in the far corner of the room.
He walked over to it, noting the fact that the tarp had been secured to it for quite a while. He also noted the fact that it had a very low stance. "Wonder what it is..." He mumbled, unhooking the straps holding the tarp down. "I remember this thing sitting in the back of my Step-father's garage...never thought he'd give it to me.." He said, whipping the old tarp off of it to reviel the shiny stainless-steel body accented with black. The four square headlights clicked on, followed by another click-hiss as the driver-side door opened...lifting up above the car. Tetsuo's face seemed to light up as he gazed at the car...the one he had always wanted...A DMC DeLorean. "Wow!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 9:13 am
Gen blinked. "A Delorian? How the hell did you get one of those? They're impossible and rare and.... bitches to have to repair at times." she stated, staring. Her favorite movie series being the Back to the Future movies, and her second favorite thing being the cars from the movie, she was just in shock.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 12:42 pm
Taiya Suno Sonya nudged Rachel and giggled as she pointed at Cathy and Morgan, the new "couple". "So, are you two official?" she whispered to Cathy. "We could double-date!" Rachael nodded and shook her head amused. "I know, it's hard to beleive that it's Cathy sitting there..." Cathy laughed as Pietro got blasted by Sonya. "Haaaa.....never a dull moment..." She looked over at Sonya. "Aaaaaaahhhh....." Official? She thought giving her a completly blank look. "Errr......weeelll.......not sure yet..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 12:53 pm
Teagan wandered down the hall, not exactly one for Thanksgiving, and she wasn't really all that comfortable with huge crowds. It had seemed to her that there were a lot of people down stairs, so she decided to just keep away and wander around, perhaps do some reading or something.
She slowed down a bit, having come down the hall towards the boys's rooms and hearing music. She raised a brow, walking over to where it was coming for, knocking lightly on the door, pushing it open a bit.
"Hey Jamie, how come you're not downstairs?" She asked, peeking her head in. She figured it was probably a stupid question, seeing as how she wasn't downstairs either.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 1:42 pm
She smiled at him with a weary smile,struggling a little bit under her breath as she spoke. "I am sorry... Mr. Kris that...I couldn't make the training longer...but with Kilo's current program it... is almost impossible predict... what may happen." And besides that she utterly exhasted... moving, talking, breathing... all of it hurt and took a lot of effort on her part. But Kylia didn't say anything about it, she didn't want to worry Kris. She knew he wanted something challenging and Kilo was just that, but it wasn't he fault for the toll it took on her, it was her own decision to use Kilo. Kylia was one of those kind people who had trouble just saying no to others when they request something of her. But right now that was not what Kylia was most worried about, she knew she was going to get atleast an hour long lecture from Kahito when she got home.
"If you would like to continue training I believe I could use the Danger Room's extisting system to set up a simulation with not as strong of oppents, but I can make a unquie terrian that will make up for..." But before Kylia could finish her sentence Cesa face suddenly appeared on her laptop screen. "PRINCESS... LOOK OUT!!! IT'S KILO... HIS AI IS..."
But Kylia got her answer as her laptop was sliced into two by Kilo. His AI had gone out of control, it was evolving faster than his system could handle... He was completely out control, as Kylia soon discovered out as she found herself pinned to wall by Kilo with a jagged spear-like object he had run through her right shoulder. Kylia tried to her best to muffle her screams as she cried in pain. It was almost unbearable as the burning pain shot throughout her entire body as the odd color of her metalic red blood flowed out, staining her whole right side in her blood and forming a small pool on the floor.
Unable to move and completly helpless, as Kilo started to hover over her, her whole body struggling in pain, her petite form was not made to take this kind of abuse. Kylia bearly managed whisper something... hoping Kris would hear it. "A...aim... for.... t...th...the... co...re..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 2:51 pm
Jamie looked up surprised, and then looked back down at his bass. "Didn't have a reason. No family, figured I'd let the others spend some time with their families anyway." Jamie said, looking down.
"What's your excuse?" He said. Then, noticing she was still standing by the door, he followed up with; "And feel free to take a seat." He said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 3:49 pm
Teagan shrugged, walking over to his desk and sitting down. She sighed a bit, pushing her hair out of her face. There were a few reasons why she wasn't downstairs joining in on the festivities. She thought about it for a moment.
"Which excuse would you like? That I'm not a fan of big crowds? That I don't have any family or that I'm not American?" She said, laughing a bit, leaning back in the chair. It was all true, crowds made her nervous. All her family was dead and she wasn't from America so she knew very little about Thanksgiving.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
