2/4 Game: Kobayashi Xavier
Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:51 am
Dec. 5
Jean-Paul: "So," Jean-Paul looked confused as no simulation had been started up in the Danger Room just yet. "From the sounds of Lorna's lecture I got telling me to come down here suited up this should be pretty serious. Anyone heard what we're getting into today?"
Rose: "Probably more boring training on how to not get yourself killed." Rose offered, filing her nails as she leaned back against the wall, already bored.
Melati: "Can it be worse than crazed hobos with guns," Melati asked, still getting accustomed to the black uniform. She gave her tail a few swings to test if it got ample room to move. "People need to stop blaming my special soup recipe for the riot."
Christopher: Chris gave Tigra's butt a quick grope, because he was bored too. "I'm pretty durable... does that mean I can just leave?"
Calvin: "Not getting killed is very important for your health." Calvin looked up from his book on "Fun with Spores: The Genetics of Fungi".
Jean-Paul: "I'm pretty sure a part of it would be making sure others don't get killed as well, afraid you're not off the hook."
Tigra: Greer's tail curled around her legs while she waited, eyeing JP a little and wondering if there would ever be a suitable time to apologise.
Rose: "So much easier to just kill the bad guys..." Rose grumbled to herself.
Christopher: "Or break them."
Jean-Paul: "Would rather not get pinned for murder again, thanks." He pulled a face at the thought of it, not sure how anyone else could think that was a good option.
Danger: "You are very close to the mark with your assumptions," Danger remarked, stepping in from the control room. "Avoiding serious bodily harm while achieving your respective mission goals shall be the core of today's training session. Even though I can't guarantee there won't be any dying involved."
Calvin: "But if we kill them, aren't we the bad guys too?" He closed the book, but not before putting a bookmark on the page about combustive potential of mykorhiza.
Tigra: "I don't want to die..." Greer said suddenly in response to Danger's statement.
Jean-Paul: "...why do I always forget the room is watching us?" Jean-Paul did his utmost not to jump out of his skin as Danger spoke up. "Um...when you say dying...I do hope you mean figuratively?"
Rose: "No." Rose reasoned with Calvin.
Danger: "However, since you humans can't afford the luxury of regular backups, let me assure you that the security protocols are still intact, so any death your may experience will only be of a temporary nature," she added.
Tigra: "Oh... that's.... still not okay..." Greer wrinkled her nose a little.
Christopher: "Stand behind me love I'll protect you." He gave her a smiled and put his helmet on.
Tigra: Greer tapped on his helmet with a claw, "Okay tin man."
Calvin: Calvin rose a hand to pose a question at Danger. "Have you included the routine I asked you to instal? That one that is connected to Hobbes' virtual reality helmet? He wants to participate."
Melati: "This starts to sounds like some kind of first person shooter deathmatch," Melati commented, watching the feminine robot with a frown. "Guess it can't get more first person than this, right?"
Christopher: "Don't make me get out the paddle."
Tigra: Greer grinned fangily, "You say the nicest things."
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul couldn't help but chuckle to Mel despite not really being to hep on the whole false death deal. "I'd say that sums it up quite well. So, what happens when we 'die' exactly?"
Christopher: "You know I live to please you." He ran a gloved finger down her spine and across her tail.
Danger: Danger gave a brief nod in Calvin's direction. "Indeed I did," she assured him. "You may inform him that he can log in his persona at any time now. Personally, I'm looking forward to the opportunity to interact with fellow AI this way."
Rose: "....save it for the bedroom?" Rose pleaded with them. "
Christopher: "Aww you wanna watch all by yourself? We can save it to when we all have some more free time." He gave her a wink.
Rose: Rose just shook her head at him and put her file away.
Tigra: Greer giggled and leaned to hug Rosie.
Calvin: "Thank you very much." He bowed at Danger and pulled out his modified iPad. After typing in a few commands...Godzilla appeared in their midst. And he posed.
Jean-Paul: "...you've turned him into Godzilla? Doesn't that sort of not sit well with most of Tokyo?"
Danger: "Your uniforms have been outfitted with neural stimulators," Danger told Jean-Paul. "A project between me, Dr. McCoy, and several of our more scientifically inclined students. Basically, they will allow me to monitor your activity while training much more efficiently than ever before. And also provide you with enhanced feedback on the situation."
Jean-Paul: That...did not sound pleasant. Jean-Paul wasn't overly sure he wanted enhanced feedback on fake dying.
Danger: "Specifically, it will allow you to feel the effects of injury without actually suffering the physical consequence of such injury," Danger explained, waving her hand. "Isn't that an exciting achievement?"
Jean-Paul: "...yeah, it's great."
Christopher: "God none of you are any fun." He grinned and cracked his neck getting ready for the fun.
Tigra: Tigra raised a hand, "What about those of us who don't wear their suits because they make our fur feel nasty?"
Jean-Paul: "How exactly is seeing your friends in any kind of state of dead, fake or real, fun?"
Calvin: "Hmmm...He has fiddled with his holograms again." He typed in a few more commands and the good old huge pink robot appeared in front of them. He had no face muscles to speak of, but somehow he still managed to give Calvin a disapproving look. "Don't be silly, Godzilla is far bigger than you."
Rose: "Well, if it was Eddie...." Rose just smirked.
Tigra: Greer grinned again at Rose, "So bad."
Danger: "No need to worry, student Tigra," Danger said, and reached into a compartment hidden in her leg. "Your aversion to clothing will not prohibit you from experiencing the full scope of this program. If you wouldn't mind wearing this net of electrodes in your hair? Alternately, I could quickly implant a neural transmitter close to your spine..."
Tigra: Tigra weighed up her options. "I'm not wearing a hairnet. Inject me with your miniself." She walked over to her.
Christopher: "I'd rather if you didn't perform any kind of weird experiment on my fiancee if I have any say in the matter."
Rose: "Guess not?" Rose offered.
Christopher: "Nope..." He shrugged. "I guess it is her body after all."
Tigra: "Of course it is. I'm my own property." she poked her tongue out at Chris.
Calvin: "How sad. I came up with the hairnet. The guppies actually liked it." In the background Hobbes went through a number of clearly self-programmed holographic representations of himself, such as a Gundam, King Kong, and Samuel L. Jackson.
Danger: "I'm afraid it's her choice, Christopher." Danger stored the electrodes in the compartment, before stepping over to the feline student. "To be honest, I'm somewhat excited you picked this option. I have been anxious to try out this neural interface, but so far lacked a willing volunteer."
Tigra: "I'll try anything once." She gave Danger a grin.
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul found himself taking a few steps away for fear Danger got over excited and decide to stick them all with neural controls.
Christopher: Chris gave her butt a spank. "I could say something but you'd prolly beat me up."
Danger: She held up a hand, the index finger transforming into a pointy injector. "Please turn around. This might hurt for a moment, but hopefully there should be no averse side-effects."
Tigra: "Ooooh only hopefully? Awesome." she laughed and turned around as Danger instructed, pulling her hair out of her shoulder and out of the way.
Melati: "Okay, sanity check, everyone," Melati announced, holding up her hand. "I can't be the only one in the room who would have picked the nerdy hairnet over getting stabbed in the neck by some creepy tin-lady, right?"
Rose: "Right." Rose agreed with Melati.
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul simply nodded. "As much as I find hairnets a bad move I think I would sacrifice style there. I just hope it doesn't short out later on." he shrugged, just ready to get things started.
Danger: Danger switched her vision to X-Ray and put two fingers against the back of Tigra's neck, tiny tendrils penetrating her skin to map the perfect location for the implant. As soon as the spot had been pinpointed, the injector shot forward in the blink of an eye. "There, all done," she said, stepping back.
Rose: Rose just stared in horror.
Tigra: "You all have no sense of advent- ow...." she rubbed her neck a little.
Christopher: Chris kissed her cheek. "No you're just a little crazy babe. But it's what I love about you."
Danger: "The procedure appears to have been successful," Danger said, conjuring a monitor from her lower arm. "The nanoscopic device already interfaces with your neural tissue and will allow me to not only monitor your brain activity, but also provide you with unique sensory input. What a thrilling opportunity..."
Calvin: "Direct neural-chip interaction, very fascinating." He took a note on his iPad to check Tigra for signs of Parkinson's, Alzheimer's, schizophrenia and, aw, what the heck, multiple sclerosis.
Christopher: "Does this mean you can send me texts when she's really horny? Cuz that could provide me with a lot of fun danger!"
Tigra: "Well don't mess with my sensory input for now. You can play with that later." Tigra patted Danger.
Melati: "Okay, I gotta hand it to you, kit-kat," Mel said, cocking her head as she looked at Tigra. "You're either totally crazed, or you have bigger balls than me."
Christopher: "She has two sets. When I'm around she's just gotta out do me on crazy Mel."
Tigra: "I don't have balls... but I may be crazy. My mom seems to think so and she is a psychologist." Tigra shrugged, shaking her head so that her hair fell back into place. "So.... play time now?"
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul found himself siding with her mother on that decision as well but now there were other things to worry about as he was sure that little incident would not be the most painful thing to happen in this room today.
Danger: "Yes, with that out of the way, let's get to the reason you have been summoned here." Danger looked at the assembled students. "As you all are undoubtedly aware, a former student has gone missing recently, and the information gathered so far indicates that certain individuals might be involved who have a somewhat violent past with this team."
Rose: "Violence... awesome." Rose smirked a bit.
Tigra: "This already sounds more fun than other training sessions."
Danger: "Since a large number of new students joined our ranks and still lack any meaningful combat experience - particularly with opposition of such skill - I was tasked to create a training program based on past encounters."
Calvin: "A best-off of the X-Men's fights?"
Jean-Paul: "...I do not want to get stuck in an inky tentacle monster again...I assume it'd just be people we figure have something to do with Rachel's disappearance?"
Danger: Pressing a button on her virtual display, Danger conjured the holograms of several mutants. "This group of people refers to themselves as the Marauders, a criminal band of mutant mercenaries. While they seem to work for several employers, we have no reason to believe they cut their ties with Dr. Essex."
Tigra: Tigra snorted, "Oh that's so bad..."
Jean-Paul: Some of the faces in the ranks of the Marauders were recognizable, that Arclight woman and Vertigo were there at least. They hadn't been too terrible to beat so maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as Jean-Paul had first assumed.
Danger: "Therefore, to prepare yourself for a worst case scenario, you will have to expect having to face these mutants once Ms. Grey's whereabouts have been discovered. Also, since Dr. Essex has proven to be a quite resourceful individual, I have anticipated several steps he might take to safeguards his endeavors from X-Men involvement."
Calvin: "Can we expect independent contractors too? Mercenaries?"
Danger: Danger nodded in Calvin's direction. "The simulation entails this and more. You will have to work together as a team, overcome any adversity, and infiltrate a fortified compound." She looked at the students. "Expect failure."
Tigra: "As long as I can claw up some badguys without getting in trouble I'm good."
Calvin: He noted down Subject Tigra shows homicidal tendencies. The implant already influencing her behaviour?
Danger: "You might not succeed with your first attempt," Danger explained. "Hopefully, you won't be discouraged, but find your creativity spurned to find different and more effective approaches. Also, try to have fun. The training will commence... now." She turned and stepped back into the control room.
Tigra: Tigra dropped into a crouch, ready to run as soon as necessary.
Jean-Paul: The room changed to that of a slightly rundown warehouse, Jean-Paul glanced around as quickly as possible, which for him was pretty damned quick, in search of any enemy around.
Calvin: Leaving aside the conundrum of how Hobbes had entered this warehouse without leaving a huge hole in the wall, Calvin nodded at his big pink friend to pick him up and put him on his shoulder.
Rose: Rose wrinkled her nose at the scene, but stayed close to her friend, lest any fire surprise them.
Melati: "Okay, all I heard the metal lady talk about was kick ass, and then kick some more ass," Melati said, cracking her knuckles. "Wow, I'll never get over how damn sweet this room is."
Tigra: Tigra's tail swung behind her as she scented the air.
Jean-Paul: The room seemed to shift and in what must have been only a blink of an eye the upper balconies were flooded with uniformed security firing up on the group and a blonde woman watching from the center, arms crossed over her chest and smiling quite pleased with herself.
Calvin: He typed in a few commands, and the iPad turned into...an iGun, if the writing on the barrel was any indication.
Tigra: Tigra dashed for cover then looked for a suitable route up onto that balcony.
Melati: "Well, look who showed up to host that party for us, so we shouldn't keep them waiting, yeah?" Melati briefly looked at the others over her shoulders, not waiting for a reply before she stormed off towards the warehouse, using the spare cover provided by the dim alley.
Jean-Paul: The room shifted again as cover seemed to vanish or move around the room on it's own accord and Lady M attempted to wall in her foe to make for better fish in a barrel.
Tigra: Tigra scrambled up the walls, claws digging into the surface easily as she ran at the enemies on the balcony, baring her fangs as she leaped towards them.
Jean-Paul: "Who wants a ride up to that balcony?" Jean-Paul tried to keep up with the ever-changing cover, swearing as it seemed to vanish after he had caught up to it.
Rose: "I need claws..." Rose looked for another way up there.
Christopher: "I could use a lift if you wouldn't mind."
Melati: "What the hell!?" The small wall she was crouching behind suddenly vanished. Seeing several uniformed figured aiming in her direction, Mel bolted sideways - only to run right into the reappearing wall. "Yowch!"
Tigra: She landed on one of the people with guns, tearing into them with her claws.
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul grabbed onto Christopher before gaining speed and taking off, only to narrowly dodge another forming wall covering that side of the balcony.
Calvin: Calvin didn't really need to worry about cover, what with riding a huge robot. Which was holding its hands up now, releasing big spheric lightning bolts into two directions at once. While Hobbes took care of the grunts, Calvin tried to carefully aim (he had practiced with ego shooters all week long!) and shot a jelly-like green bullet at the blonde woman, who seemed suspicious.
Jean-Paul: The bullet went through the air as the illusion of the blonde woman vanished, the real Lady M on one of the catwalks above beating a hasty retreat as her illusions of the security on the balcony faded as the real ones came in through the door now behind the students.
Melati: The guards obviously didn't think of playing fair, unloading their automatic rifles at the green-skinned mutant while she was on the ground. Melati scrambled back to her feet, bullets impacting all around her. A couple even grazed her before she could find cover. Fortunately, the uniform proved up to the task, and so she only suffered some mild bruising.
Jean-Paul: "Balls, time to go back down then." Jean-Paul went back to the floor with Christopher, making a charge at the security hoping nothing else joined them for now.
Tigra: Tigra roared as he prey vanished, turning quickly towards the new targets, her ears going back as she vaulted the railing and pelted towards them.
Calvin: "Noooooo!" Calvin noted with a little pride that he managed to sound very Darth Vader-like.
Calvin: But then he just shrugged and start spreading green bullets into the ranks of their opponents, gluing them to walls, floor, and to each other. Hobbes just stuck to blocking his squishy little friend from getting riddled by bullets for now.
Christopher: Chris laughed a little and landed a few hard punches into the guards.
Rose: Rose made her way up a back stairwell before she ran into trouble. With a smirk, the stairwell became an fiery inferno.
Tigra: Tigra sank her fangs into the neck of the guard she landed on, her claws easily piercing the armour they wore.
Jean-Paul: "The glue bullets are quite nice, must say." Jean-Paul cracked a smirk as he found himself closer to Calvin. "Komodo, you're still all right?" He asked knowing Mel was also nearby.
Calvin: Wow, aiming and hitting targets was harder than he had expected. Well, it sure was a difference shooting at targets on a screen in front of a chair, or from atop a big moving robot. Oh well, only good that the jelly-bullets had such a big area of impact.
Melati: Sprinting fast to make up for the delay caused by wall to the face, Melati reached the edge of the warehouse and joined the others in handing out some serious hurt. She leaped at their enemies, clawing guns apart and dropping guys to the ground with sweeps of her tail. "Doing great," she shouted back. "Thought I'd take the scenic route."
Jean-Paul: "There's some great sights to see." Jean-Paul bantered back, using his speed to plow through the ranks and disarm as he did.
Tigra: Tigra sprang off the probably dead guard when it stopped moving and pounced on the next one.
Christopher: Chris just grinned when the guards tried to hit him or shoot him and it didn't do anything.
Jean-Paul: "So," Jean-Paul looked confused as no simulation had been started up in the Danger Room just yet. "From the sounds of Lorna's lecture I got telling me to come down here suited up this should be pretty serious. Anyone heard what we're getting into today?"
Rose: "Probably more boring training on how to not get yourself killed." Rose offered, filing her nails as she leaned back against the wall, already bored.
Melati: "Can it be worse than crazed hobos with guns," Melati asked, still getting accustomed to the black uniform. She gave her tail a few swings to test if it got ample room to move. "People need to stop blaming my special soup recipe for the riot."
Christopher: Chris gave Tigra's butt a quick grope, because he was bored too. "I'm pretty durable... does that mean I can just leave?"
Calvin: "Not getting killed is very important for your health." Calvin looked up from his book on "Fun with Spores: The Genetics of Fungi".
Jean-Paul: "I'm pretty sure a part of it would be making sure others don't get killed as well, afraid you're not off the hook."
Tigra: Greer's tail curled around her legs while she waited, eyeing JP a little and wondering if there would ever be a suitable time to apologise.
Rose: "So much easier to just kill the bad guys..." Rose grumbled to herself.
Christopher: "Or break them."
Jean-Paul: "Would rather not get pinned for murder again, thanks." He pulled a face at the thought of it, not sure how anyone else could think that was a good option.
Danger: "You are very close to the mark with your assumptions," Danger remarked, stepping in from the control room. "Avoiding serious bodily harm while achieving your respective mission goals shall be the core of today's training session. Even though I can't guarantee there won't be any dying involved."
Calvin: "But if we kill them, aren't we the bad guys too?" He closed the book, but not before putting a bookmark on the page about combustive potential of mykorhiza.
Tigra: "I don't want to die..." Greer said suddenly in response to Danger's statement.
Jean-Paul: "...why do I always forget the room is watching us?" Jean-Paul did his utmost not to jump out of his skin as Danger spoke up. "Um...when you say dying...I do hope you mean figuratively?"
Rose: "No." Rose reasoned with Calvin.
Danger: "However, since you humans can't afford the luxury of regular backups, let me assure you that the security protocols are still intact, so any death your may experience will only be of a temporary nature," she added.
Tigra: "Oh... that's.... still not okay..." Greer wrinkled her nose a little.
Christopher: "Stand behind me love I'll protect you." He gave her a smiled and put his helmet on.
Tigra: Greer tapped on his helmet with a claw, "Okay tin man."
Calvin: Calvin rose a hand to pose a question at Danger. "Have you included the routine I asked you to instal? That one that is connected to Hobbes' virtual reality helmet? He wants to participate."
Melati: "This starts to sounds like some kind of first person shooter deathmatch," Melati commented, watching the feminine robot with a frown. "Guess it can't get more first person than this, right?"
Christopher: "Don't make me get out the paddle."
Tigra: Greer grinned fangily, "You say the nicest things."
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul couldn't help but chuckle to Mel despite not really being to hep on the whole false death deal. "I'd say that sums it up quite well. So, what happens when we 'die' exactly?"
Christopher: "You know I live to please you." He ran a gloved finger down her spine and across her tail.
Danger: Danger gave a brief nod in Calvin's direction. "Indeed I did," she assured him. "You may inform him that he can log in his persona at any time now. Personally, I'm looking forward to the opportunity to interact with fellow AI this way."
Rose: "....save it for the bedroom?" Rose pleaded with them. "
Christopher: "Aww you wanna watch all by yourself? We can save it to when we all have some more free time." He gave her a wink.
Rose: Rose just shook her head at him and put her file away.
Tigra: Greer giggled and leaned to hug Rosie.
Calvin: "Thank you very much." He bowed at Danger and pulled out his modified iPad. After typing in a few commands...Godzilla appeared in their midst. And he posed.
Jean-Paul: "...you've turned him into Godzilla? Doesn't that sort of not sit well with most of Tokyo?"
Danger: "Your uniforms have been outfitted with neural stimulators," Danger told Jean-Paul. "A project between me, Dr. McCoy, and several of our more scientifically inclined students. Basically, they will allow me to monitor your activity while training much more efficiently than ever before. And also provide you with enhanced feedback on the situation."
Jean-Paul: That...did not sound pleasant. Jean-Paul wasn't overly sure he wanted enhanced feedback on fake dying.
Danger: "Specifically, it will allow you to feel the effects of injury without actually suffering the physical consequence of such injury," Danger explained, waving her hand. "Isn't that an exciting achievement?"
Jean-Paul: "...yeah, it's great."
Christopher: "God none of you are any fun." He grinned and cracked his neck getting ready for the fun.
Tigra: Tigra raised a hand, "What about those of us who don't wear their suits because they make our fur feel nasty?"
Jean-Paul: "How exactly is seeing your friends in any kind of state of dead, fake or real, fun?"
Calvin: "Hmmm...He has fiddled with his holograms again." He typed in a few more commands and the good old huge pink robot appeared in front of them. He had no face muscles to speak of, but somehow he still managed to give Calvin a disapproving look. "Don't be silly, Godzilla is far bigger than you."
Rose: "Well, if it was Eddie...." Rose just smirked.
Tigra: Greer grinned again at Rose, "So bad."
Danger: "No need to worry, student Tigra," Danger said, and reached into a compartment hidden in her leg. "Your aversion to clothing will not prohibit you from experiencing the full scope of this program. If you wouldn't mind wearing this net of electrodes in your hair? Alternately, I could quickly implant a neural transmitter close to your spine..."
Tigra: Tigra weighed up her options. "I'm not wearing a hairnet. Inject me with your miniself." She walked over to her.
Christopher: "I'd rather if you didn't perform any kind of weird experiment on my fiancee if I have any say in the matter."
Rose: "Guess not?" Rose offered.
Christopher: "Nope..." He shrugged. "I guess it is her body after all."
Tigra: "Of course it is. I'm my own property." she poked her tongue out at Chris.
Calvin: "How sad. I came up with the hairnet. The guppies actually liked it." In the background Hobbes went through a number of clearly self-programmed holographic representations of himself, such as a Gundam, King Kong, and Samuel L. Jackson.
Danger: "I'm afraid it's her choice, Christopher." Danger stored the electrodes in the compartment, before stepping over to the feline student. "To be honest, I'm somewhat excited you picked this option. I have been anxious to try out this neural interface, but so far lacked a willing volunteer."
Tigra: "I'll try anything once." She gave Danger a grin.
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul found himself taking a few steps away for fear Danger got over excited and decide to stick them all with neural controls.
Christopher: Chris gave her butt a spank. "I could say something but you'd prolly beat me up."
Danger: She held up a hand, the index finger transforming into a pointy injector. "Please turn around. This might hurt for a moment, but hopefully there should be no averse side-effects."
Tigra: "Ooooh only hopefully? Awesome." she laughed and turned around as Danger instructed, pulling her hair out of her shoulder and out of the way.
Melati: "Okay, sanity check, everyone," Melati announced, holding up her hand. "I can't be the only one in the room who would have picked the nerdy hairnet over getting stabbed in the neck by some creepy tin-lady, right?"
Rose: "Right." Rose agreed with Melati.
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul simply nodded. "As much as I find hairnets a bad move I think I would sacrifice style there. I just hope it doesn't short out later on." he shrugged, just ready to get things started.
Danger: Danger switched her vision to X-Ray and put two fingers against the back of Tigra's neck, tiny tendrils penetrating her skin to map the perfect location for the implant. As soon as the spot had been pinpointed, the injector shot forward in the blink of an eye. "There, all done," she said, stepping back.
Rose: Rose just stared in horror.
Tigra: "You all have no sense of advent- ow...." she rubbed her neck a little.
Christopher: Chris kissed her cheek. "No you're just a little crazy babe. But it's what I love about you."
Danger: "The procedure appears to have been successful," Danger said, conjuring a monitor from her lower arm. "The nanoscopic device already interfaces with your neural tissue and will allow me to not only monitor your brain activity, but also provide you with unique sensory input. What a thrilling opportunity..."
Calvin: "Direct neural-chip interaction, very fascinating." He took a note on his iPad to check Tigra for signs of Parkinson's, Alzheimer's, schizophrenia and, aw, what the heck, multiple sclerosis.
Christopher: "Does this mean you can send me texts when she's really horny? Cuz that could provide me with a lot of fun danger!"
Tigra: "Well don't mess with my sensory input for now. You can play with that later." Tigra patted Danger.
Melati: "Okay, I gotta hand it to you, kit-kat," Mel said, cocking her head as she looked at Tigra. "You're either totally crazed, or you have bigger balls than me."
Christopher: "She has two sets. When I'm around she's just gotta out do me on crazy Mel."
Tigra: "I don't have balls... but I may be crazy. My mom seems to think so and she is a psychologist." Tigra shrugged, shaking her head so that her hair fell back into place. "So.... play time now?"
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul found himself siding with her mother on that decision as well but now there were other things to worry about as he was sure that little incident would not be the most painful thing to happen in this room today.
Danger: "Yes, with that out of the way, let's get to the reason you have been summoned here." Danger looked at the assembled students. "As you all are undoubtedly aware, a former student has gone missing recently, and the information gathered so far indicates that certain individuals might be involved who have a somewhat violent past with this team."
Rose: "Violence... awesome." Rose smirked a bit.
Tigra: "This already sounds more fun than other training sessions."
Danger: "Since a large number of new students joined our ranks and still lack any meaningful combat experience - particularly with opposition of such skill - I was tasked to create a training program based on past encounters."
Calvin: "A best-off of the X-Men's fights?"
Jean-Paul: "...I do not want to get stuck in an inky tentacle monster again...I assume it'd just be people we figure have something to do with Rachel's disappearance?"
Danger: Pressing a button on her virtual display, Danger conjured the holograms of several mutants. "This group of people refers to themselves as the Marauders, a criminal band of mutant mercenaries. While they seem to work for several employers, we have no reason to believe they cut their ties with Dr. Essex."
Tigra: Tigra snorted, "Oh that's so bad..."
Jean-Paul: Some of the faces in the ranks of the Marauders were recognizable, that Arclight woman and Vertigo were there at least. They hadn't been too terrible to beat so maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as Jean-Paul had first assumed.
Danger: "Therefore, to prepare yourself for a worst case scenario, you will have to expect having to face these mutants once Ms. Grey's whereabouts have been discovered. Also, since Dr. Essex has proven to be a quite resourceful individual, I have anticipated several steps he might take to safeguards his endeavors from X-Men involvement."
Calvin: "Can we expect independent contractors too? Mercenaries?"
Danger: Danger nodded in Calvin's direction. "The simulation entails this and more. You will have to work together as a team, overcome any adversity, and infiltrate a fortified compound." She looked at the students. "Expect failure."
Tigra: "As long as I can claw up some badguys without getting in trouble I'm good."
Calvin: He noted down Subject Tigra shows homicidal tendencies. The implant already influencing her behaviour?
Danger: "You might not succeed with your first attempt," Danger explained. "Hopefully, you won't be discouraged, but find your creativity spurned to find different and more effective approaches. Also, try to have fun. The training will commence... now." She turned and stepped back into the control room.
Tigra: Tigra dropped into a crouch, ready to run as soon as necessary.
Jean-Paul: The room changed to that of a slightly rundown warehouse, Jean-Paul glanced around as quickly as possible, which for him was pretty damned quick, in search of any enemy around.
Calvin: Leaving aside the conundrum of how Hobbes had entered this warehouse without leaving a huge hole in the wall, Calvin nodded at his big pink friend to pick him up and put him on his shoulder.
Rose: Rose wrinkled her nose at the scene, but stayed close to her friend, lest any fire surprise them.
Melati: "Okay, all I heard the metal lady talk about was kick ass, and then kick some more ass," Melati said, cracking her knuckles. "Wow, I'll never get over how damn sweet this room is."
Tigra: Tigra's tail swung behind her as she scented the air.
Jean-Paul: The room seemed to shift and in what must have been only a blink of an eye the upper balconies were flooded with uniformed security firing up on the group and a blonde woman watching from the center, arms crossed over her chest and smiling quite pleased with herself.
Calvin: He typed in a few commands, and the iPad turned into...an iGun, if the writing on the barrel was any indication.
Tigra: Tigra dashed for cover then looked for a suitable route up onto that balcony.
Melati: "Well, look who showed up to host that party for us, so we shouldn't keep them waiting, yeah?" Melati briefly looked at the others over her shoulders, not waiting for a reply before she stormed off towards the warehouse, using the spare cover provided by the dim alley.
Jean-Paul: The room shifted again as cover seemed to vanish or move around the room on it's own accord and Lady M attempted to wall in her foe to make for better fish in a barrel.
Tigra: Tigra scrambled up the walls, claws digging into the surface easily as she ran at the enemies on the balcony, baring her fangs as she leaped towards them.
Jean-Paul: "Who wants a ride up to that balcony?" Jean-Paul tried to keep up with the ever-changing cover, swearing as it seemed to vanish after he had caught up to it.
Rose: "I need claws..." Rose looked for another way up there.
Christopher: "I could use a lift if you wouldn't mind."
Melati: "What the hell!?" The small wall she was crouching behind suddenly vanished. Seeing several uniformed figured aiming in her direction, Mel bolted sideways - only to run right into the reappearing wall. "Yowch!"
Tigra: She landed on one of the people with guns, tearing into them with her claws.
Jean-Paul: Jean-Paul grabbed onto Christopher before gaining speed and taking off, only to narrowly dodge another forming wall covering that side of the balcony.
Calvin: Calvin didn't really need to worry about cover, what with riding a huge robot. Which was holding its hands up now, releasing big spheric lightning bolts into two directions at once. While Hobbes took care of the grunts, Calvin tried to carefully aim (he had practiced with ego shooters all week long!) and shot a jelly-like green bullet at the blonde woman, who seemed suspicious.
Jean-Paul: The bullet went through the air as the illusion of the blonde woman vanished, the real Lady M on one of the catwalks above beating a hasty retreat as her illusions of the security on the balcony faded as the real ones came in through the door now behind the students.
Melati: The guards obviously didn't think of playing fair, unloading their automatic rifles at the green-skinned mutant while she was on the ground. Melati scrambled back to her feet, bullets impacting all around her. A couple even grazed her before she could find cover. Fortunately, the uniform proved up to the task, and so she only suffered some mild bruising.
Jean-Paul: "Balls, time to go back down then." Jean-Paul went back to the floor with Christopher, making a charge at the security hoping nothing else joined them for now.
Tigra: Tigra roared as he prey vanished, turning quickly towards the new targets, her ears going back as she vaulted the railing and pelted towards them.
Calvin: "Noooooo!" Calvin noted with a little pride that he managed to sound very Darth Vader-like.
Calvin: But then he just shrugged and start spreading green bullets into the ranks of their opponents, gluing them to walls, floor, and to each other. Hobbes just stuck to blocking his squishy little friend from getting riddled by bullets for now.
Christopher: Chris laughed a little and landed a few hard punches into the guards.
Rose: Rose made her way up a back stairwell before she ran into trouble. With a smirk, the stairwell became an fiery inferno.
Tigra: Tigra sank her fangs into the neck of the guard she landed on, her claws easily piercing the armour they wore.
Jean-Paul: "The glue bullets are quite nice, must say." Jean-Paul cracked a smirk as he found himself closer to Calvin. "Komodo, you're still all right?" He asked knowing Mel was also nearby.
Calvin: Wow, aiming and hitting targets was harder than he had expected. Well, it sure was a difference shooting at targets on a screen in front of a chair, or from atop a big moving robot. Oh well, only good that the jelly-bullets had such a big area of impact.
Melati: Sprinting fast to make up for the delay caused by wall to the face, Melati reached the edge of the warehouse and joined the others in handing out some serious hurt. She leaped at their enemies, clawing guns apart and dropping guys to the ground with sweeps of her tail. "Doing great," she shouted back. "Thought I'd take the scenic route."
Jean-Paul: "There's some great sights to see." Jean-Paul bantered back, using his speed to plow through the ranks and disarm as he did.
Tigra: Tigra sprang off the probably dead guard when it stopped moving and pounced on the next one.
Christopher: Chris just grinned when the guards tried to hit him or shoot him and it didn't do anything.