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Contraband lollipop Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:25 pm
The Danger Room is the training facility in which mutants of Professor X's school may practice their powers. It is filled with traps, projectile firing devices, flamethrowers, robots, and mechanical dangers such as presses, collapsing walls and the like intended to challenge the trainee. Meanwhile, an observer is in the overhanging control booth managing the room's mechanisms to oversee the exercise while manually ensuring the subject's safety. You might want to be careful though. Several students have died by not respecting the power that lies in this room.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 4:43 pm
Remy Etienne LeBeau
a.k.a.
Gambit
 
Normal days have haven't been normal anymore, but then again since Apocalypse has come around nothin' has been the same. How I do detest that old fiend. I never get a single moment of peace since that old alligator's come around. Him and his wild hench'.
Gambit's back was placed firm against the cool metal wall of the Danger Room. It was the only place he could fins that no one would really be, having the maintenance and renovations going on and all. He hadn't had a moment's peace since the whole "Brotherhood versus angry X-men" thing. Storm had been up his alley all week about scouting ahead and doing reconnaissance. The poor girl had been all tied up, and was starting to unwind, and lose her patience. But I can't think of one person in that situation who wouldn't lose their patience at some point.
Either way, Remy was now alone and the cool air of the Danger Room was starting to make him sleepy. He was sure someone would have started to look for him by now, but was intent on getting at least a few minutes of a nap in. Remy continued to cross his legs over each other and stretch them out over the tiled floor, slowly sliding down to a sitting position. When his buttocks was finally seated, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander.
Sleeping was always a great joy to Remy, but the recent activities had more than drained his spare time. Everyone was getting edgy nowadays, but a lot of people had been on leave at least for a day or two. Gambit was no exception to this, and found "resting at the mansion" his best choice for comfort. He knew Kitty, their number two choice for reconnaissance, was somewhere in the Mansion too, but Remy has too tired to look for her, let alone function. No, sleep is what he needed, and what he would get, no matter how many times he would have to sneak off.
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 6:02 pm
____How cruel is the golden rule,
When the [lives] we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
____Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the [reflection of my enemies.]
________And A. L. L. the lovers with no time for me.
________And A. L. L. of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me. Michael ;; "Smithy" ;; Evans. Assistant Technical Manager for the X-Men.
Currently;; "Panicking"? Would that be a good word for it? _____Running down halls with papers flying from his bag, he picked up the ones that he could on his way towards the Danger Room. Checking his phone, the screen blinked a bright "2:47". He was two minutes late for his 'shift' at the Danger Room. Never before had Michael "Smithy" Evans been late for his position as Danger Room controller, but this time, it seemed as though he was. With wide eyes, the single human who was allowed the majesties of teachers rolled into another hallway, his pivot on the balls of his feet.
_____-"I hate getting lost..."- He grunted, his smooth voice soft as he thought aloud, absentmindedly. Pulling the string from his bag over his shoulder to make it more secure, the male finally got the Danger Room in his sights. Destination reached! With his photographic memory, it did take Smithy a while to find his place, even with that thing. It didn't always help him, but, photographic memory had its plusses.
_____Speaking of plusses, he would get the opposite if any of the teachers caught mutants dozing off in the Danger room without his observation. No, that wasn't the word. His supervision. With wild, frantic eyes, Mike finally made it to the desk, pulling out his phone, and logging in his arrival.
_____2:49 pm- Smithy. He wrote in his lovely penmanship. It was like script, almost.
He was here to help the mutants, so that's what he would do. Though he didn't have any classes scheduled, seeing as how he was not an official student, he had been made one by Professor Monroe, and by this action, he could both learn as a mutant, and live as one. He didn't have any classes today. Today, people were taking exams and presenting projects, but not Smithy. He was actually working on a project, and that was the reason for his tardiness. Pulling the chair out from under the large, electronically functioning desk, he looked into the window, and spotted someone resting on the Danger Room's floors. A scowl crossed his face as he leaped from his seat, leaving his bag behind, and rushed in through the large, metal doors to confront this mutant.
_____-"Hey! You can't just waltz in here and fall--"- He was cut off by the face dozing off. It wasn't a student, and he had alledgedly stepped out of line.
_____-"Sorry, Mr. LeBeau,"- Mike stepped back a bit, offended by his own actions. He chuckled, embarrassed, and rubbed his forehead, tucking his left hand into his back pocket, standing there.
[[Sorry for shortness BADNESS! (: ]). >_<;;]]  Tongues on the sockets of the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
________(Too h e a v y for me.)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
________(Everyone to see.)
____And I saw God cry in e] electric dreams,
____Wthe reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be...
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 4:17 pm
ⓢⓚⓨⓛⓐⓡ ⓚⓘⓡⓚ   ❝The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are;
for what we could become.❞
-charles dubois ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● 
Skylar couldn't help but laugh are her friend's comments. Friendship is what got her through the day. This friendship of hers was special. Kitty had been the one who had helped her break the hard shell that she had built up over many foster homes. It had been Kitty who helped Skylar learn the true extend of her powers. To Skylar, Kitty was her best friend. Whenever their was a brilliant idea that came into the technopath's head, something that had to do with technology or some evil prank, she always found Kitty to corroborate with. Their friendship grew after Skylar had returned from the Brotherhood and Kitty was the first one to welcome her back. Based on all of this, Kitty should be more than privy to Skylar's newest secret, but she didn't want anyone to loose sleep over her.
Once Kitty was gone out of Cerebro, Skylar pulled out the stupid piece of paper again. It was still hard for her to believe that she was sick. When she was little, she never remembered getting sick with anything. Not the flu, chicken pox, measles, nada. During those times when children got sick in the neighborhood with chicken pox, her foster parents would send her to go play with them, hoping she would get them, but instead she would give it to everyone else. She had one hell of an immune system back then. Now it was going hay wire and sucked. Ugh. What great luck for her. For about half a day, she had been thinking about ways of getting her immune system back in order through nanobots. It was something that wold take some serious amount of time, but it was her best option. In order for her to keep this a secret, she didn't want to go through Chemo and what not. Nothing is more obvious than looking like death and having your hair fall out. Ugh. Why did this happen to her?
Once everything was packed up, it was time to leave. With the rope over her shoulder and the tools in her belt, Skylar needed to hurry in order to make it to the Danger room on time. Her mind was so focused on everything else, she completely forgot to tell the doors to open back up. The halls resonated with the sound of her impacting the door while sprinting. Back inside Cerebro, she was on the ground curled up in pain. Ow. That was an idiot moment. Brushing away the light tears she stood back up and made her that the door was opened before she took a step. 'Damn door not opening up when I need it too. Argh!' Walking through the doors, she took long strides in order to make up for lost time. Hopefully who ever was acting as the Danger Room supervisor today wouldn't start without her. Thankfully she had decided to hang around in Cerebro in her uniform which meant she didn't need to change. Time saver. Opening the equipment room door, this time it was with her hands so she didn't walk into another door, she threw the rope and tools in a corner to be cleaned up at a later time. If she remembered.
Running to the Danger Room, Skylar was two minutes late for her session. Two less minutes to practice. Today she was focusing on her telekinesis. Last time she had been in the Danger Room, she had hacked into the computer port and created her own little virus. It had taken Forge a few hours to get rid of it, which had gotten a bit of wrath from him, but now they were on good terms for now. He never did like anyone for a few hours when they brought back his jet with a nice big scratch in it, or blow up the danger room. It made her laugh a bit how my that guy loved his machines. If he wasn't supervising today, then she wouldn't feel bad if she blew something up. Walking into the control room, she was shocked not to find anyone. Hm. How odd. The sign up paper on the wall said it was Smithy. Ooh fun. Walking to the window that offered a glimpse into the room, and their was two people in their, one of which she recognized with Smithy. Through an opening on the floor, she jumped through to the ground. Going at a full sprint to Smithy, it was nice at certain that he didn't have powers, she jumped and landed on his back. Being taller than him, she kicked her legs out, almost hitting Gambit, but she didn't know. "Great Smithy. You talked to him so much that he died."
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Contraband lollipop Captain
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 8:16 pm
 к ι т т у__ρ я у ∂ ε
▫ऽнα∂σωcαт▫ 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me... __Pulling her arm into a sleeve of her suit, the last bit of her t-shirt disappeared under the fabric. Kitty pulled her hair back, a few strands falling from her hands and brushing against her cheeks. With quick, rhythmic steps she walked into the control room, seeing the Smithy would be making the field today. "Oh goodie." She murmured quietly, and looked down to the room itself as she sensed a commotion brewing. Her fingers pressed lightly against the screen as she leaned over to see what was going on.
__There was Smithy, and Skylar-was she on his back? And... Gambit? Kitty knew he had been hanging around the school lately, but why would he be in the Danger Room? She looked around for which button was the intercom, and smiled when she found it. After a couple tries, she was able to press the button and her voice carried throughout the large space. "Hey, are we going to get this party started or what?" She smiled, and waved down to them.
__A few moments later, Kitty phased through the glass screen of the control room and landed gracefully beside the group. She had gotten plenty of practice falling long distances. There was a reason the word 'cat' ended her code name. Dramatically walking infront of Smithy, Kitty held her index finger only centimeters from the space between his eyes. "Why aren't you up there?" With her free hand, she gestured to the control room. The tips of her lips turned downward into a playful pout. His two best female friends, Skylar and Kitty, were always doing these kinds of things to him.
__Swiftly turning around, Kitty now had her eyes on Gambit. Sure, she could call him by his real name, but then he would kill her. Kneeling down beside him, she placed a hand on his heart and phased through it. She waved her hand from his heart up to his nose and then down to his heart again in a fast motion. "Wake up you lazy bum. You're secret hide out has been compromised."DON'T let me out of your sight. {{Forgive me for the short-ness. I have no proper excuse, but it's been a rough day}}
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 10:42 am
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"Kitty, mon cher, how is it tat you always seem to be ta' one wakin' me up?" Gambit's classic smirk, as big as ever, ripped across his face. With his arms still folded and his eyes still closed, he proceeded to take a feel for the air, then a wild guess as to who the other beings in the room he had a feel for. Kinetic energy was his forte, and two of the three in the room were beaming it.
Over the years Remy's knowledge and understanding of the energies one's body uses has grown massively. He has learned that coincidentally, mutants give off more kinetic energy than normal humans. This fact seemed to make it easier to read an atmosphere as well as for Gambit to size up an enemy, and his potential capabilities, before attacking. People beaming less kinetic energy were almost always human, but there were some cases where anomalies have been recorded. A great example would be Ms. Frost. She was somehow able to control her energy output, making her look less mutant in Gambit's presence.
The old Cajun slowly rose to his feet, unfolding his arms, but keeping his eyes closed. "Now lets see. In dis room are three utter people. I think two of 'em is some mighty fine mutants, and being dat one of 'em is Miss Kitty Kat here, I'd say the utter is Miss Skylar. Bonjour cher." Gambit smirked again, knowing his guess was almost impossibly right. He had never known the two to be too far from each other. They weren't inseparable, but they were a classic pair. A pair that always seemed to end up bugging poor old Gambit, especially when he wanted to sleep.
"An' since da utter person has already presented himself, hello Monsieur Micheal." Remy slowly opened his eyes, placing his hands on his hips, his smirk and ego even bigger now. He was right, he normally was. Remy's abilities made him great for parties, or just entertaining, and of course that was a running joke among the X-men. Remy didn't mind, it made him feel for at home, and less like he was forgotten.
With a quick thought and a bit of wit, Gambit turned and headed for the door to the control room. He gently beckoned for miss Pryde and Smithy to follow him. "Shall we see how da pretty lil darlin' has grown?" He turned around just long enough to wink at Skylar, indicating he meant her. He wasn't exactly eager to be awake, but since he was, Remy might as well have a little git of good old entertainment. Plus, she was scheduled to be practicing, and his interference with that was sure to cause quite an electrically "charged" conversation with Storm.
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 2:55 pm
____How cruel is the golden rule,
When the [lives] we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
____Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the [reflection of my enemies.]
________And A. L. L. the lovers with no time for me.
________And A. L. L. of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me. Michael ;; "Smithy" ;; Evans. Assistant Technical Manager for the X-Men.
Currently;; in the Danger Room with mutants who wish to train. What ever will he do?! _____-"Huh? Wha-- AHH!"- Mike almost fell forward on his face when the taller female sprung onto his back. Crouching down to let her feet touch the ground, if there not already, he craned his neck to observe one of his closest friends at the Institute. A sigh erupted from his lips. -"Sky, you know you can't just jump on me like that. I could just explode in the next second, you know that, right?"- He joked, sticking out a tongue at her, but then turned back to Gambit.
_____His heart then skipped a beat in surprise as he heard a voice over the intercom. It was Kitty Pryde, his other closest friend at the institute. Perhaps they were closest friends as well. Mike loved being around these two. -"Uhh... I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to press all the buttons, haha."- He teased her while she was coming down from the box. After her sounding of a graceful landing had resonated through the hollowly silent room, he watched as she approached him with Skylar on his back. He smiled sheepishly at the girl and took a deep breath. -"I saw Mr. LeBeau in here, and thought he was another student. I was gonna tell 'im to get out."- Sticking his tongue out at her as well, he watched as she approached Gambit with wide eyes. Before she even phased through his chest, he bursted out in nervousness to warn Kitty with a, -"Uhh.. I wouldn--"- He had been cut off by what he had observed. Her hand went through his chest, and then up to his nose, then back down to his chest and out. His eyes widened and he took a cautious step backwards, only to find himself stumbling with Skylar on his back.
_____Turning sharply, the human fell on his stomach, as to not harm Skylar on his collision with the ground. -"Ugh..."- He groaned, waiting for Skylar to get off of his back. -"See what you make me do? AND I WAS NOT TALKING HIM TO DEATH!!"- He turned over quickly, remembering what she had said on her entrance into the Danger Room. With a quick grasp, he tickled her, knowing she was deathly ticklish against his fingers. A great big grin on his lips, he positioned himself so that he easily slid from beneath her, and tickled her onto her back.
_____Looking over to Gambit, who had used his Kinetic judgment of others' abilities, Mike had let his guard down to any of Skylar's unexpected rebuttals.
_____-"Mr. LeBeau,"- He greeted the conscious male, this time with his actual attention. Watching them speak of operating the Danger Room now, he ran out before Skylar had the chance to catch him, and locked it after him, disabling any of the mutants abilities involving the movement of the door, be it metal manipulation or simple telekinesis. They couldn't escape.
Rushing to the control room, he opened the book and wrote down Gambit's name above Skylar's as "group leader", but froze as he saw another name having been written down.
_____-"Uhh, Sky?"- He spoke into the mic. [Haha.] Pulling it closer to his mouth, he double checked the list. -"It says that Night was supposed to come down here too. You two were scheduled together for this run?"- He said. Nightmare Zorx, commonly known as Richard Simmons, was one of his friends, though, the little guy didn't talk much. They hung out every once in a while, but Night was usually running around borrowing the powers of other mutants rather than hanging around with a human who had none.
Scratching his chin, Mike pulled his bag from the chair and sat in the comfortable seat, pulling himself closer to the board to look into the room. -"Should we wait for him, then?"- Tongues on the sockets of the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
________(Too h e a v y for me.)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
________(Everyone to see.)
____And I saw God cry in e] electric dreams,
____Wthe reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be...
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 4:12 pm
ⓢⓚⓨⓛⓐⓡ ⓚⓘⓡⓚ❝The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are;
for what we could become.❞
-charles dubois ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
Did Skylar mention that it was good to be tall? That had to be her favorite thing about life. After talking with a few of her family members on her mom's side in Japan, she found that they were all shorter than her. Maybe she had contracted a gene on her father's side that made her tall. She had never actually seen her father or talked to his family, so she couldn't know. It was all just a guessing game. Really, she could careless about her father or mother. Yes, her father was an abuser, but he didn't deserve to die. No one ever deserves to die. Skylar saw that as an easy way out of life. During her time in the Brotherhood, she saw a good number of people die, but she never spoke up about them. They were just people for a cause, or that was what she had been told to believe. It wasn't until the death of her mother that she even began to think about death. That was the breaking point for her. Now, during a mission when they had to go stop the bad guy, she is the first one to speak up against throwing him off a cliff or something.
When Kitty arrived at the Danger Room, Skylar did her best to turn herself around and wave at her friend. It was good to see that she wouldn't be doing this session alone. Last time she had tried it alone, she had almost been killed. That wasn't something she wanted to go through again. Before she could even strike up a conversation with him, Mike lost his balance with Skylar still on. Normally she would have just jumped off to save her self the embarrassment, but she was in the mood to act kiddish today. Holding on tightly, she almost resembled a bull fighter by the way she held onto him. It must have hurt having that extra weight on there, and the added fact that he was just a normal human made her wince a bit.
Human. That wasn't a word that Skylar liked to use. It was because of those who weren't mutants always held a hatred against her. How were humans and mutants so different that they couldn't be in the same place? The only reason the Brotherhood existed was because that people who didn't have powers didn't understand mutants. If they could just live in harmony, everything would just be better, but that seemed like it would take a lifetime to even come close to a start.
As Skylar sat on top of Mike like a captured animal, she looked over to Kitty who, thanks to being on the floor, looked like a giant. Mike was to cut off her thoughts to start a conversation, again when he quickly made a turn and shoved his fingers into her side. Her body began to spasm as she began laughing controllably. It wasn't a cute little girl giggle, but a loud, borderline obnoxious laugh. Today, she had no intentions of getting tickled, and didn't want it, but the laughter made her feel just a little bit better. 'I guess it's true that laughter can prolong your life.' Thankfully, he didn't tickle for long. Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she sat as best she could with her arms. Turning back to Gambit as he stood up, she was confused as to why his eyes were closed. Then he began naming off the people in the area without even seeing them. It must have been an added bonus with his kinetic abilities. "Bon apres-midi a vous Monsieur LeBeau." She had been working on her French, and every time Gambit was around, she did her best to make use of it.
It was the truth to say Skylar was jealous of the other's powers. Their were some days where she felt like her powers were completely useless. With those in the room who were better at fighting than she was, it made her feel a little bit down about herself.
Before Skylar could say anything to Mike, he was gone. Before she could catch him, he had already gotten into his next in the control room. In a well rehearsed gymnastics move, she got back on her feet in no time. Now for the final touch before this training session. On her waist was her goggles. They were made of reinforced metal and shatter proof lenses, perfect for fighting. Instead of covering her eyes, they stayed on the top of her head, reflecting some of the light that the Danger Room gave off. "I think you might be surprised how awesome I have gotten in such a short amount of time." Smiling at Gambit, she was actually happy that he was here. He was a good team player, right? Well, she would find out right now.
Words couldn't describe how much Skylar hated the nickname 'Sky'. Every foster parent called her that and it just reminded her of those times. She hadn't told anyone that she hated it since she didn't want to sound rude, but it was starting to get on her nerves. Looking up at Mike in the control room, she didn't move her mouth for a response. Instead the speakers gave her reply. Transferring her thoughts into the sound system, she stuck her tongue out at him while her voice echoed in the room. "We are already ten minutes behind schedule. If he wants to join in, that is fine but we need to start." She was known to start on time, and anyone who wasn't on time was left behind. Pulling out two small metal sticks, she held one in each hand while waiting, barely visible, for Mike to start the program. Technically she could do it from where she was, but she would let him have control this time. Putting herself in his shoes, she wouldn't be too happy. Looking over to Kitty, she gave a playful smirk before issuing a challenge. "Mutant with lowest kills has to buy pizza for everyone else?" Pizza sounded good.
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Contraband lollipop Captain
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:52 am
____How cruel is the golden rule,
When the [lives] we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
____Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the [reflection of my enemies.]
________And A. L. L. the lovers with no time for me.
________And A. L. L. of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me. Michael ;; "Smithy" ;; Evans. Assistant Technical Manager for the X-Men.
Currently;; initiating Danger Room activity. : ] _____Nodding, he was sure they couldn't see the movement of his head, so Smithy pressed a button for the microphone and leaned into it, taking a breath. -"Well, I guess we can get started?"- He heard Skylar proposing a bet. Not daring to be part of the bet that he wouldn't even be able to participate in, he sat back in the seat, his fingers looming over the large control panel. His lips curled up into a sinister grin as he watched them from above.
_____They were now in his hands.
To begin, he started off with the standard machines and offensive tactics; large lasers and beams attempting to scatter against the floor and strike one of them. Several machines swam from their slots in the walls, round, spherical devices hovering with a single opening where a small camera took in information, as well as produced a large blast of electrical currents, attempting to either paralyze its target or damage it. There were about twelve of them, constantly circling around the party of three.
_____Glancing at the digital clock on the top right corner of the control panel, he saw that six more minutes had passed. It was five until three o'clock. A sigh escaped his lips and he leaned forward, his nimble and dexterous fingers running across the control panel, speeding up the entrance of the robotics.
_____Whenever someone was in the Danger Room with Smithy, they always had a great time. A smirk played on his lips as he pulled out one of his latest devices. It appeared to be a helmet, but, in fact, was a mental amplifier. When he would plug it into the control panel, when he needed to, then the Danger Room's quarters would become the most vivid and descriptive thoughts produced by his mind. He had the best experience for them all to take on. His only main thought was how Richard would be able to get in...
[[O.o.C.;; I think I'm in some kind of slump, here. D 8]] Tongues on the sockets of the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
________(Too h e a v y for me.)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
________(Everyone to see.)
____And I saw God cry in e] electric dreams,
____Wthe reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be...
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 9:29 pm
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As the sequence began the White Devil took in his surroundings and ripped out his staff, extending it and opening one of the leather pouches on the back of his utility belt containing cards. Using his staff to propel himself over and around roaming lasers, he charged a few cards kinetically and threw them at the lasers. The kinetic energy exploded upon impact with a bright red flash and a loud boom. Laser after laser exploded with very tossed card. His near perfect aim amping up his number of kills. Soon the lasers would be replaced by dangerous robots, but for now lasers were all there was to fight.
After a few more minutes of dodging lasers, and nearly losing his head to a bigger laser, the infamous danger room robots began to file through the compartments. Large girthy robots with energy ball shooting arms. not the small beeping kind. These were deadly, and more than once a student had barely survived, but not once was Gambit in the room with them. He wasn't about to slur his perfect record. Not now. Not ever. After all, it was more than Scott had done, and that was a great accomplishment for Gambit.
With a elegant charge and a kinetic energy change on his staff, gambit slaammed it into the ground sending out a kinetic shock wave near a group of danger room robots. The blast stunned most of them, and knocked a few of the closer ones over. With a leap and a smash, Gambit's staff proceeded to knock several robot heads off with charged hits. With hit after hit, his smooth flowing motions landed him quite a few more kill points. As far the White Devil knew, he was in the lead, but that was no excuse to let up.
Beads of sweat fell from his brow as he continued to smash the enemy. It would be over soon, and maybe he'd be bale to find some place to sleep for a while, but then again, that was highly unlikely.
[[I know it isn't much and it sucks. I basically squirted it out of my head. Sorry. stressed .]]
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:47 pm
Drifting down the hallway to the Danger Room, Kuriigu pulled his coat--recently retrieved from his room--on, his scarf lying limply under it. Retrieving the burger that he had been holding on to with his teeth after this exercise had been completed, he began to munch on it, eating it casually as he drifted down the hallways looking like one who was in mourning because of his black clothes. His way here had been slow, and he had started at around one o'clock, knowing that he would take his leisurely time getting to the room. He approached the door to his destination, but frowned when he found that the door had been sealed because someone was practicing inside. Turning on his heel without a pause, he headed in to the control room, burger in hand, and walked up behind Michael, finishing the last of the burger, none of it having spilled out of his mouth.
"Hello, monsieur. Who's that, then? This is my first time out in the open for a couple of years, so I'm not too familiar with any faces." As he paused to consider this, his brow wrinkled, and he looked at Michael, slightly astonished. "I'm sorry, I don't remember yours. I'm Miyamoto Senka, also known as Kuriigu, or the Black Savior. What's your name?"
He continued to look at the boy, noting out of the corner of his eye that the man practicing had some control over kinetic energies, and thinking to himself that he must talk to him later. He assessed that the man had some skill, for he seemed quite tired and yet was able to perform such actions easily.
"That guy out there seems slightly cajun, yes? And perhaps a bit sleepy." He jabbed his thumb in Gambit's direction, averting his gaze from the boy and out in to the Danger Room itself, quietly noting that he hadn't given Michael a chance to respond to any of his questions. After uttering a brief apology for the same offense, he sat down in a chair and laced his fingers together, making sure that he wasn't touching any of the technology in the room. He didn't really care for technology outside of the kitchen, as it always seemed to simply complicate things. In his experience, he had always found it easier to make several somethings that were simple and each did their jobs fine, rather than something that was larger, and tended to break down often while doing the same jobs. He hadn't cared to learn about technology at all, his disenchantment was so great, but he respected the abilities of others when it came to the same field.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:40 pm
~::Richard Simmons::~   --The Shadowing Doppleganger--~Nightmare~ [[Every little thing we say, you say
Every little thing we do, you do
Every little thing we be, you be
But you don't see the things we see
-Copy Cats: DM && Prince Po]] 
Shadows curled in the recesses of the Danger Room, where less action had been happening. A small male, around five feet and four inches appeared in mid air, watching the action in a split second. Upon instinct, though, he vanished once more, the same way he had entered the locked Danger Room; shadow teleportation.
Reappearing behind Remy, his two black sneakers hit the ground. He was in his training attire/x-suit only because his scarf falling from his presence was rather irritating after a while. Richard twisted his left ankle so that it was now on a forty-five degree angle towards his body and lifted his hands in front of him. With the power he had most recently borrowed quickly evaporating from his presence, he thought it intelligent to use it as much as he could.
The large, mechanical offender 'sneaking' up on Remy had been stopped straight in its tracks, Richard's hair suddenly kicking back and forth with a gust of wind rising from beneath his feet. He rose from the ground, energy surging from his presence. Pouring. Jean's powers were more than he could handle, but what little he could, he would use with the best of his control. He had learned how to control certain abilities from Rogue as well as the mutant themselves. Hopefully he had learned enough.
While the others were busy fighting off their mechanical opponents and driving them into the ground, Richard rose higher, holding his hands out to his sides. The large robot Nightmare Zorx had managed to stop from getting a cheap shot on Gambit began to creak and levitated as well. Richard in comparison to this being was practically the size of its hand, but that didn't stop him.
Time seemed to slow down while he did this, but while he looked over his shoulder down at Gambit and Skylar, he watched Kitty somehow phase into the ground. His eyes widened and he arched his body backwards, displaying his flexibility.
The robot's head smashed into the wall far off behind him as Richard flipped down to the ground. No sooner did his feet touch the ground was he vanishing once more and reappearing above Gambit and Skylar.
-"Sorry I'm late."- He said, plopping beside the two and observing what else Michael had to throw at them. The green orbs rotated until they had observed someone else in the control room with Mike, but wouldn't have said anything anyway. Waving up to the booth to let him know that Richard had arrived, Richard turned his attention back onto a flying projectile and extended his claws, leaping up to tear the metal figure to shreds.
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Montferer - Maestro Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:31 am
____How cruel is the golden rule,
When the [lives] we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
____Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the [reflection of my enemies.]
________And A. L. L. the lovers with no time for me.
________And A. L. L. of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me. Michael ;; "Smithy" ;; Evans. Assistant Technical Manager for the X-Men.
Currently;; getting ready to use his new invention, but has to go file in a new student. _____Smirking at the displays of the mutants down in the Danger Room, Michael sat back, watching them. Studying their tactics and offensive maneuvers. They weren't working as a team, which was the goal of this, but rather, they were working for wins. In a contest. He had heard Skylar place a bet and the reward as pizza for all the others, but he didn't think they were serious. Hell, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat one of his own creations alone, let alone compete with others while doing it.
_____He was a bit startled, though, when the sound of knuckles against metal echoed up to the control room. Someone else was at the door of the control room. Turning in his chair and taking his helmet off, he was about to walk down to investigate when he noticed the male was already before him. His eyebrow quirked upwards, though, when he saw the male.
_____He looked pale from a long time's lack of light, though, he couldn't truly recall this individual. The Professor hadn't had any recent files on this individual, but when he began to speak of being cooped up in the room, he figured it was one of the students who didn't need to come out. Who had been here longer than he had and, probably, longer than the Professor in existence.
_____Nodding, Michael turned back around in his chair, only to crane his neck in attention at the male speaking. How did he know Michael was there? He had a blind fold on.
_____That was it. The blind fold. It triggered his memory and he immediately saw the three hundred by two-fifty sized image displayed on his computer. The mutant Database. -"Miyamoto Senka..."- He said in chorus with the introduction. One thing he knew was that he was called Kuriigu as well, but not exactly what it meant. -"Nice to meet you,"- He said before being prompted with the question of his name. Clearing his throat, he was going to stand to his feet and shake the male's hand, but he was already sitting down, so he relaxed. -"My name is Michael. I'm a volunteer here."- He smiled, turning back to the control panel. Looking down through the window, he peered out into the room to see if anything had happened.
_____Well, there was Richard. Pulling out the log, he wrote down Richard's name, then his alias, and wrote a "T" next to it, for tardy. Rubbing his right earlobe from a sudden itch, he rose both eyebrows in attention when Kuriigu began to speak once more. -"Huh? Oh, that's Remy LeBeau. Gambit. From what I've read, he has kinetic energy abilities as well as tolerant mind for telepaths. Yeah, he's Cajun."- He chuckled, but blinked twice when he mentioned the tiredess. -"As always..."- he grumbled and rolled his eyes.
He froze, though, when a high pitched noise penetrated his mind. It was like there was a radio tuning itself in. A telepath.
_____"Michael... We have a new student. Cut the Session short and meet me in my office. Tell the students that if they'd like to see me, I'll be free in five minutes." Michael blinked twice and looked at Kuriigu and furrowed his brow. Yes Professor... He replied through his thoughts. It was weak, but only because he had been wearing the helmet before and it required a bit of his mind's focus. A new student? At this time? He looked back over the Danger Room, noticing that Kitty had vanished... Where'd she go?
_____Leaning forward, he grunted while his chest was pressed against the control panel. -"Sorry guys, new student. Professor called me. Danger Room session's over. If you want, I could continue this later on."- He said, rising from his seat and turning off the offensive machinery, packing up his things, and began to walk away. Quickly, before he had forgotten and they had left, he rushed back to the microphone. -"Oh, and Professor Xavier said for those who wish to see him, he'll be free in about ten minutes."- He said, opening the door for Kuriigu, kicking at a switch which would manually open the door of the Danger Room. Once they both had exited the room, Michael rushed down the stairs passed Kuriigu and through the halls to Xavier's office.
--To XAVIERS OFFICE-- Tongues on the sockets of the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too h e a v y for me,
________(Too h e a v y for me.)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
________(Everyone to see.)
____And I saw God cry in e] electric dreams,
____Wthe reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to [_stay away_] from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be...
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 3:59 pm
ⓢⓚⓨⓛⓐⓡ ⓚⓘⓡⓚ❝The important thing is this:
to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are;
for what we could become.❞
-charles dubois ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
Finally. Getting down to business. Skylar pushed a stray hair behind her ear just before the game started. If their was one thing she loved about danger room, it would have to be the fact that it made you forget everything else that was going on in the world. The only thing that matter was here and now. Their had been one day where she hadn't been paying attention, namely her second time, and had nearly lost a limb. That had taught her a very good lesson. For now, she needed to be in tune with the danger room. The two small metal poles in her hands stretched out and took the form of two tonfas. It was her weapon of choice since she couldn't do much physical damage. It was the strongest metal, besides adamantium, that she could find. Inside she had her own surprise, a hoard of nanobots that could infiltrate any computer or machine with the greatest of ease, but today she wouldn't use them.
As the lasers came on, Skylar knew what they were going to do before they would even move. She was always thankful for her power to hone on electronic communications. In a series of flips and cartwheels, she dodged each and every one. But it came with a price. Her joints were killing her from all those tests, and this session was not helping. In fact, Hank had told her not to do these kind of things for a couple of days. That was too long for her. This was killing her, both metaphorically and literally. It didn't take a genius to see that she was looking worst than usual. It was something that she wouldn't be able to hide from others, but she could deny what other people said for as long as she could.
Well, at the rate Gambit was going, he was going to win. Skylar had no money on her, so pizza was far out of her budget. If only she had kinetic abilities. Hers were useful too, but not against all enemies. The spheres kept coming at her, and she dodged with grace. Every time they passed, she sliced through with her weapons, leaving the pieces crackling and trying to get back up. This was her groove, but she couldn't help but get distracted by the thoughts plaguing her mind that day. Big mistake. She missed the charge of the electric current before it hit her. It was like getting the wind knocked out of her. A few of the discs hit her and knocked down the semi paralyzed asian. 'Damn it!' That was going to sting a lot worse later. For a moment as she laid on the ground, a surge of power went through the room as she began to stress out for a moment. It was over in seconds, but it took her a few more to get back up. She was going to have to kick Forge or Smithy's a** for installing those, whomever came up with the damned things. At two current machines at opposite ends of the room, she threw her tonfas, impaling them. Using her budding telekinesis, the metallic weapons exited the destroyed machines and did the same to the other ten. Now that those were out of the way, she could get back to the other things.
Then Richard showed up. Oodles. Now more pizza to buy. That guy was like a black hole. Hopefully she wouldn't loose. Just before she could go back to raising her points, the voice of Michael came on. "Sorry guys, new student. Professor called me. Danger Room session's over. If you want, I could continue this later on." That did not make her very happy. Relaxing, her weapons retracted back into the small poles that were holstered in her belt. What could be so important for the Professor to want him? Her expression wasn't a happy one. Looking back at Richard and Gambit as the program shut down, her back hurt like hell. She was definitely going to have a bruise their. Thankfully she slept on her stomach at night. She tried to hide it as best she could. Walking back over to the two, she repositioned her goggles since they had shifted in the workout. "I think it's clear that Richard lost and should have to pay for some pizza."
●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Back and forth the s t r u g g l e consumes us all t r y i n g to keep a l e v e l head. In the most u n s e t t l i n g of times, t o d a y I've become the b u l l.
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Contraband lollipop Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 8:51 pm
As Michael answered his torrent of questions with remarkable patience, Kuriigu simply sat as still as he could, observing the youngsters in the room below. It was interesting, observing these children, as it gave Kuriigu a new perspective on each one of the inhabitants of the mansion, getting a feel for how they would interact with others by reading their emotions as they went on. For some, such as Gambit, it would be easy, with one or two flat emotions dictating their movements, but there was also plenty of the usual fear and frustration that a fight would bring. And hunger, lots of hunger.
Suddenly feeling rather hungry himself, Kuriigu stood up with a slight groan and shuffled out of the control room, blatantly ignoring the calling of the controls to be activated. For now, at least. He strolled on over to the nearest garbage disposal unit and drew a picture of a picnic basket on it in charcoal, focused on the image, and waited for the sensual aroma of fresh-baked goodies to waft up through the air. Wanting a nice place to eat, he entered the second phase of the apparently-covert operation that was having a picnic: locating a place to eat.
With the doors to the Danger Room still open--no one had left as of yet--Kuriigu darted through them, tiptoeing along the outer wall while looking for a place to enjoy the food whose aroma was so appetizing. When he reached a secluded area of the room--the circular, open room--he set his basket down and reached up to his sleeve. After a brief pause, he threw out a red-and-white checkered blanket, his sleeve missing. Sitting down, he pulled up the basket and began to munch on the sandwich inside, occasionally breaking away from his activities to sip a latte.
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