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Wiping the droplets of sweat running down his forehead, Casper couldn't help but chuckle. So it was a test, after all. It was actually expected from the very get go but it was a relief to know that it wasn't just wishful thinking. No one seemed particularly fond of the test, but who would be? They were just face to face with a robot that would have annihilated them. [i][color=6ecff6]"Yeah...losing battle? No kidding..."[/color][/i] There was no way on earth they could beat that thing. All they saw it do was shoot laser from its eyes and smash things with its hand. This Sentinal as it was called probably contained many more surprises and an absolute defense against their powers this early on. Casper didn't see his own powers developing that much, not yet, and they were reliant on an efficient firearm to be useful in combat, but the others would probably grow in power enough to take on these monsters more effectively. As for Casper, there had to be a gun good enough to go up against them. He was in what appeared to be the most advanced place on the planet, they could probably cook something up for him.

Speaking of equipment, Casper's attention had been stolen by Alex who mentioned spandex and codenames. One had to hand it to the guy, he was rather funny. Maybe he'd be happy with a feather in his hair and call it a day. Casper, he preferred a pistol holstered for when it was needed and a long ranged rifle for main use. That was all the [i]spandex[/i] he needed. Though, Alex wasn't far out with what he was talking about. If they were going to fight superpowered people and robots, they [i]were[/i] going to need some gear to follow it up with. Everyone's suit probably needed to be customized for them, as well. Casper would prefer a stealth suit of sorts, something light and easy to move in that didn't weigh him down and allowed him to remain undetected. Alex seemed to be better suited in some kind of armour, given his close up approach and Danny could wear leaves...not really. Either way, every mutant required a suit specifically designed for them, otherwise what was the point? They needed to be able to perform as well as they possibly could and that was going to be elevated by their equipment. As for codenames, they would be useful if not a bit corny. Saying a person's real name next to their enemies was never a smart idea, so having codenames was going to be rather handy. [i][color=6ecff6]"Capt'n Native, Flower Power, Drainage Pipe, Hokus Pokus...I think they can all come up with better names..."[/color][/i] Well, it was a fun stay but now that the lesson was over, it was time to go and get a change of clothes.

[color=6ecff6]"Nice ride...cya'."[/color] As soon as Casper noticed how the door opened behind them, he thought it would be a good idea to get cleaned up and slip into his clothes. The day had after all just started and even though a lot of people probably wanted to go to bed again after what they had just been through, he knew that it wasn't an option. He had to get prepared for the next class, so did everyone else. [color=6ecff6][i]"Interesting powers...How much shit can Nathan absorb before he goes pop? Don't know if this simulation blasted him with a Sentinel's full strength."[/i][/color] As Mr. Ashford said, the group was going to spend a lot of time in the Danger Room which Casper wasn't against, but hopefully next time he had something in his hands which he could use. He hated feeling defenseless, and if that robot was something they'd go up against together, he hated to think about how powerful the other mutants they would fight were going to be. They weren't just everyday bullies who wanted to rough you up a little. Out on the field Casper could actually die if he wasn't prepared and vigilant. 

Walking towards the locker room, Casper's mind traveled again. Were the enemies they were going to fight doing the same thing? Was there another school of 'Supervillains'? Casper hadn't heard any specific names concerning the terror attacks orchestrated by some mutant groups, but at the end of the day, they were simply fighting for what they believed in. Casper was going to have to fight these people in an attempt to halt their success of murder and disaster while protecting a species that hated him. He couldn't help but wonder what the others thought about this, about fighting their own kind for the good of mankind. But then, it wasn't just for the good of mankind, was it? It was also to give mutants a good name politically and socially. It didn't take a genius to know that negative emotions are much easier to remember than positive ones, though. No matter how many humans Casper saved, they would probably only remember being attacked by mutants, not saved by them.

Dropping down on a bench in the locker room, Casper slipped out of his t-shirt and breathed out. This entire thing was going to be a rough ride, wasn't it? [i][color=6ecff6]"Gonna' be around for a while...I might as well try to see where everyone stands and from there, make my own views...I'm still really new to this."[/color][/i] Casper continued with cleaning himself and getting completely changed, slipping into his black cargo pants with several pockets throughout their length. The pockets were there mostly for show however as he only used the two at the top. His black and white converse shoes felt a lot more familiar than the training shoes he had been wearing for a while now and the black t-shirt he threw on hugged his thin torso well. The fingerless leather gloves he slid onto his hands were often there and it was rare to see him without them. Their length reached up a short distance across his wrists and were fastened with a pair of clips. Needless to say, the boy wasn't very creative in his choice of colours. All black did tend to give off a few different impressions but he liked black quite a lot, and it was a colour he associated himself with. No, he didn't try to sound dramatic or depressing when stating that. The boy just liked black, it was a colour just like all the others, or rather the absence of colour.

Putting all of his training clothes into the bag he had with him, Casper continued out of the locker room and started towards his dorm where he could drop them off. Hopefully the rest of the day was going to go a bit more smoothly than this had done.