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Nik awoke early in the morning, as his roommate was still fast asleep with wafts of smoke still coming from his very presence. He quickly fetched his gym bag at the early hour of 5 am, no alarm needed, to get in his morning workout. Cardio, weights, and a brief swim were involved in the two hour session. Admittedly, the extent of the workout this morning was unusual for him. He was more focused on other matters. [color=red][i]So I guess it's two options... make Nathan look like a bad guy or just sweep her off her feet... looks like it's option two. That walking sack of tears and anxiety probably couldn't so much as swat a fly without apologizing.[/i][/color]

The Russian-American's eyes were vicious, filled with an edge of conniving wit that oozed out of his very being. Nik rounded a corner, his stomach rumbling with the desire of food, when his eyes glanced upon a sign. [b]The Danger Room.[/b] The edge in his eyes washed away as a wave of awe spread across his face. He had yet to try it out... a room designed for training. To become a hero.

Nik's eyes and face were downtrodden in grief at the realization. He was training to be a hero, not an asshole. He didn't want to become Isaac... he wanted to be an X-Man. Someone who inspired those with powers to stand up for what was right. A small sigh of regret escaped his lips as Nik trodded towards the gym showers to wash off briefly before getting ready for class. For now, he would bide his time. He couldn't compromise who he was for someone he had just met... no matter how much it hurt to think about her with someone like Nathan.

[color=red][center][i][sub]Someone who was weak.

Someone like Nik all those years ago.[/sub][/i][/center][/color]