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[icecoldwit]

While Ethan had turned the courtyard into his own little training camp, Emma had taken one of the training rooms built to withstand the over exertion of powers. The assessments were going a long way to figuring out just how capable the team members were and just how complimentary some of their abilities -both mutant and physical- could be for

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[mutantmercenary]

Acier arrived to this next step in the assessment a little more reluctantly than the first part. She retained the knowledge that her power by itself was barely dangerous and her level of so-called danger was only evoked by the ways in which she managed her gift.

As it stands, she drops the bag off her shoulder once again and takes a moment to plait her hair while waiting for her time to put on a show, as it were. She didn't exactly relish the idea of the next exercise.

[icecoldwit]

"Try and not think of this as a firing squad," Emma offers with a small smile, pulling her own hair back into a ponytail. "It's simply the same as every day use of your powers. Only I'll be watching it."

She's got everything she needs for each individual member of the team, enough to see about each of them and just how controlled and refined their powers can be. For Acier, it's a set of training Sai for both of them.

"Whatever your usual technique, I need you to show me you're ability with your powers. Don't hold back." She held a pair of the Sai for Elisabeth, her own held in one hand by her hip. "Don't worry about me."

[mutantmercenary]

Acier hopes that Emma is sure about not holding back. She takes the Sai from her and proceeds to spin it around a couple times just to get comfortable with it before probing it to check the weight and density, after being happy with it she nods to Emma.

"If you're sure..." She then proceeds to take a few steps away from Emma before coming to a spinning stop, at the same time releasing the Sai from her fingertips and letting her mind take over, the knife itself appears to sing as it goes right above Emma's head only to turn around and aim straight for the soft space between her shoulder blades with Acier's standard level of augmentation.

[icecoldwit]

Emma's telepathy and her diamond construct are enough for her to be confident with her test; Acier is new enough that Emma can catch her thoughts easily, just with a small scan. It gives her the opportunity to anticipate attacks.

But Emma isn't assessing Elizabeth's fighting ability, she's there to see the powers in play. With a spin, Emma twists to dodge the blade, bending avoid it while bringing her own up for defence against the next offence.

[movetheearth]

Ric had managed to pass the physical assessment, mostly because he'd been determined to keep interaction to an absolute minimum with anyone else in the camp. He'd shown up, done everything as quickly as possible before running through his one-on-one regime with Ethan. Again the Captain had tried to ask about the bruises to Ric's face but he'd given some wishy-washy story about a door and the dark.

It was enough to at least get Ethan off of his back and hand over the green form to confirm his pass.

From there Ric had returned to his room and raided his stash, draining the contents of his flask and any/all bottles of alcohol he could lay his hands on. It had been far harder to keep himself together than he thought it would be and now he was about to face a bigger test. Emma.

Knocking on the door to the training room Ric enters, clearly unsteady on his feet as he shuts the door and wavers, crossing the room and slumping into the first seat. Elbows braced on his knees Ric grins at Emma and sways ever so slightly in his seat. "¡Hola!

[icecoldwit]

She doesn't need to scan his mind to know he's drunk, and that pretty much throws anything she could do with him out of the window. Sighing, Emma translates his comment quickly and easily, shaking her head. Well they were going to be skipping it, weren't they.

"Have you lost your mind?" She crosses the room to stand by him, her hand pressing to his forehead before curving around to lift his chin, inspecting the bruise on his face. "Who did you pick a fight with this time?" One careful nudge with her mind clears the way for her, letting his jumbled memories flit around her mind narrow in on the one thing she's curious about.

Rogue, argument, a punch, drinking himself stupid. She pulls out, choosing not to delve too deep while he's in this mood. Emma does have her limitations. "Dearest, speak English, would you."

[movetheearth]

The cross-eyed look that Ric gives Emma should really answer the question for her but still he responds, a lazy smile as he leans into the touch. "Yo podría ser un poquito loco.*" He flinches a little at the barely there touch that catches his tender cheek, but doesn't pull away.

Instead Ric raises his hands, resting them on Emma's hips before sliding them around to cup her ass. "Pero las damas aman a un hombre que puede conseguir su lengua alrededor de otra lengua.**" With an audible sigh though Ric shrugs and squeezes Emma's ass, clearly taking liberties.

"Fine! Don't know why I have to deg-degra... lower myself though. S'no f-fucking point anyway. Stupid fucking ahssests-ahssestsmenths-assessments! I can level un edificio*** with my powers!" The floor beneath his feet trembles in response to his drunken rant.

* I might be a little bit crazy.
** But the ladies love a man who can get his tongue around another language.
*** a building

[icecoldwit]

Usually, Emma is the forgiving type when it comes to Rictor; she holds him in a regard that was previously reserved for her brother. But that doesn't mean she won't smack him if it comes to it.

She's ready to smack his hands away, tell him that she prefers her men to get their mouths around something else when the building starts to rumble. As inebriated as he is, Emma highly doubts he has any sort of finer control over it. Her hand sliding into his hair, she yanks his head back with a tight grip. "Julio," she rolls his name off her tongue like she were a native Spanish speaker, levelling a stern look at him. "Stop it."

For one thing, she wasn't about to have the building rebuilt, for another she could sense several people inside, and Rictor really could level the building. "This is not a test on your destructive capabilities, this is how well you can control them. And right now, you can't. So stop it, before I stop you."

[notouchpolicy]

The last thing Haylie wanted to do aside from sparring with Sykes was to deal with Emma. Okay, perhaps not the last thing she wanted, but it was pretty far up the list of Things Haylie Would Like To Avoid. And the fact that this was about her mutation of all things? Well, Haylie was of course reluctant.

Fresh from her first round of training, Haylie showed up still dressed in her workout gear and coated in a light sweat. Hands on her hips, Haylie cast a look at Emma that all but said she just wanted to get this over with and that if Emma tried poking around in her head? It wouldn't end well.

[icecoldwit]

Emma didn't have to be psychic to see that Haylie didn't want to be there, and that was fine, really. Emma wasn't at all bothered with who liked her and who didn't, fact was they had to do as she instructed anyway. "Spitfire, good."

Since Haylie had already been sent on two missions, Emma had reports regarding a specific extent of Haylie's powers, not to mention her knowledge of her training with Wade and her battles with Daken at this point. There was however something that Emma hadn't been able to measure when it came to the woman's powers and that was about to change. "Please, take a spot in the middle of the room."

[notouchpolicy]

"Mind tellin' me what this is about?"

Haylie glances around the room, taking mental notes of the layout and looking for potential dangers as she makes her way front and center. Something didn't feel right, and maybe she was just getting too paranoid being in this place for as long as she has.

Why do I have a feelin' I'm not gonna like this?

[icecoldwit]

She's used to the questions; although most people have understood completely just why Emma was running these tests. Ethan had his to test the capability physically speaking, Emma was testing powers.

"Exactly what it was advertised as, Miss Collins. A measure of your ability, focus and control on your powers." Emma's tone is fairly explanatory as to her distaste at being questioned. This was her job, just in case people weren't aware.

She caught the thought, easily enough, but Emma didn't comment on it.

[saywhatiplease]

If anyone asked? Jubilee wasn't doing this because it's what she was told to do. This was purely out of boredom and the fact that she believed there was free reign for her to use her powers. Last time she tried playing around with her powers, she had a lot of pissed off soldiers looking like they were ready to throttle her.

Granted, maybe she shouldn't have done it while they were in the showers, but that was neither here nor there.

Word around the camp was that this Emma Frost chick was the HBIC and a telepath, which made Jubilee want to roll her eyes. Thinking that she wasn't afraid of any stinkin' telepaths, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against one of the walls in wait.

[icecoldwit]

Surly teenagers (sort of) were something that Emma was used to, so she really wasn't bothered with the whys of Jubilee's arrival, simply that she'd deemed herself worthy of attending at least.

What might be suspect was the tennis ball machine in the room.

"Miss Lee, if you could come away from the wall please. You'll need to be front and centre for this." Emma was nothing if not inventive with her tests.

[makesppldead]

Given that Sykes was so eager to release Wade on over to Emma, the mercenary complied. Only because really? He liked Emma. She was the bosslady he could listen to. Mostly. At least she would be much more fun than the Captain.

Hands in the pockets of his cargo pants, the mercenary made his merry little way to Emma's 'base', curious as a newborn pup as to what she'd wanted everyone for. He had no doubt there had to be some sort of purpose if Emma was to go through with it. Wade hoped in the least bit that it would be fun.

[icecoldwit]

Emma wasn't exactly sure what would count as 'fun' for Wade when it came to these assessments, but she did have plans in mind that he would probably enjoy anyway. "Mr Wilson, I can feel the Captain's headache from here. I see you're on good form today?"

For all that Ethan didn't like Wade, Emma could find time for the merc. It was refreshing to find someone on this base that didn't whine about what they were there to do. Frankly, if they had a piece of sense about them, they'd use it for their own purposes. Like she had.

"Shall we?"

[makesppldead]

He made a face at the 'Mr' bit, shaking his head at her. But the comment on Sykes was what made his lips curl inward mischievously, his eyes rolling back, and the shug rolling off of his shoulders. "What can I say Ms Frost, he brings out the best in me."

And what a delight it was to hear that he'd given Sykes a headache so profoundly that Emma could feel it. His day hadn't been a waste after all!

"We shall!" Wade's excitement was clearly evident. But his face fell momentarily as he leaned down, face curious. "What are we shall-ing, exactly?"

[icecoldwit]

She rolled her eyes at his distaste at her terms, but didn't push it beyond that. She understood it, most of the time she hated 'Miss Frost' just as much.

"It's simple, Wade." There was a wall of weapons, mostly swords or training blades, all sizes. They weren't exactly his, but she hadn't bothered to call ahead and inform him that he'd need his blades with him for his assessment. "You are going to try and kill me." The smirk on her face hardened as the diamond construct slipped over her form.

"The only rule you have is to avoid my face." Which wasn't due to her vanity, but more the possibility that he had the precision to catch that one weak spot, that one flaw, and shatter her into a million pieces. None of the blades were sharp enough to damage her diamond form, and mostly, she was looking to see just how long it took before he started to fatigue.