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WHO: Laura and OPEN to anyone at the institute. Students, teachers, visitors, anyone who can see the DR. Be a spectator, join in, whatever!
WHERE: Xavier Institute Danger-Room
WHEN: April 1st
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: Laura is playing in the danger room. People see her and stop by to visit/be impressed/be freaked out/whatever!
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever is fine.
Laura stood in the center of the Danger Room, dressed in a black tank-top and leather jeans, her green eyes tilted slightly up at the bare ceiling. She had spent the morning programming a simulation, though she'd cribbed a lot from ones she'd found left over from when Wolverine had been in the city, and now it was time to try it. She could feel the excitement in her muscles...she hadn't let loose once since she had arrived in the city and sometimes it was...necessary.
"Load Laura 1, max level, minimum safeties," as she spoke, the world around her shimmered into a large gray warehouse filled with wooden and metal boxes, pillars and other debris. A moment after that half a dozen men shimmered into view around her, dressed in combat armor and carrying various weapons. They remained frozen though, waiting for the program to actually begin. For a moment she toyed with the idea of turning the safeties off entirely, but she suspected Cyclops had something that would notify him if someone was being reckless with his favorite toy.
The muscles in her shoulders tensed and she rolled them as she drew in a breath. "Begin."
A second later she was dropping to the ground as a flurry of bullets filled the air where her head had just been. She rolled towards the closest soldier, claws bursting from her hands as she lashed upward, bisecting him from groin to neck as she stood and then snatching half of his body and pulling it as she spun, catching the next hail of bullets and then shoving the body towards the next soldier as she threw herself into the air. Fifteen seconds later, the other five soldiers joined their dead companion on the floor, and Laura stood in the center, holographic blood dripping from her claws. Too easy.
A noise from the far end of the warehouse drew her attention as the computer dumped another batch of soldiers, twelve now. The program was supposed to adapt if she was obviously not being challenged, but twelve soldiers wasn't any more difficult than six. She climbed up onto the nearest stack of boxes, crouching there was she watched the soldiers. But they weren't moving, they were just standing near a large garage door, waiting. Hmm.
She felt the boxes sway behind her and hurled herself off them a split second before a red and yellow claw the size of her head tore past her, and she spun around as she landed to see a hulking figure, hunched over and growling, standing there above her. He had a twisted sneer on his face, and his muscles flexes as he prepared to leap. Sabertooth.
Claws burst from hands and feet as she rolled backwards to avoid his leap, and then threw herself into the fight...
WHERE: Xavier Institute Danger-Room
WHEN: April 1st
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: Laura is playing in the danger room. People see her and stop by to visit/be impressed/be freaked out/whatever!
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever is fine.
Laura stood in the center of the Danger Room, dressed in a black tank-top and leather jeans, her green eyes tilted slightly up at the bare ceiling. She had spent the morning programming a simulation, though she'd cribbed a lot from ones she'd found left over from when Wolverine had been in the city, and now it was time to try it. She could feel the excitement in her muscles...she hadn't let loose once since she had arrived in the city and sometimes it was...necessary.
"Load Laura 1, max level, minimum safeties," as she spoke, the world around her shimmered into a large gray warehouse filled with wooden and metal boxes, pillars and other debris. A moment after that half a dozen men shimmered into view around her, dressed in combat armor and carrying various weapons. They remained frozen though, waiting for the program to actually begin. For a moment she toyed with the idea of turning the safeties off entirely, but she suspected Cyclops had something that would notify him if someone was being reckless with his favorite toy.
The muscles in her shoulders tensed and she rolled them as she drew in a breath. "Begin."
A second later she was dropping to the ground as a flurry of bullets filled the air where her head had just been. She rolled towards the closest soldier, claws bursting from her hands as she lashed upward, bisecting him from groin to neck as she stood and then snatching half of his body and pulling it as she spun, catching the next hail of bullets and then shoving the body towards the next soldier as she threw herself into the air. Fifteen seconds later, the other five soldiers joined their dead companion on the floor, and Laura stood in the center, holographic blood dripping from her claws. Too easy.
A noise from the far end of the warehouse drew her attention as the computer dumped another batch of soldiers, twelve now. The program was supposed to adapt if she was obviously not being challenged, but twelve soldiers wasn't any more difficult than six. She climbed up onto the nearest stack of boxes, crouching there was she watched the soldiers. But they weren't moving, they were just standing near a large garage door, waiting. Hmm.
She felt the boxes sway behind her and hurled herself off them a split second before a red and yellow claw the size of her head tore past her, and she spun around as she landed to see a hulking figure, hunched over and growling, standing there above her. He had a twisted sneer on his face, and his muscles flexes as he prepared to leap. Sabertooth.
Claws burst from hands and feet as she rolled backwards to avoid his leap, and then threw herself into the fight...