Forsythe@Almosegosumyeah, they're on their way down/changing right now. There is a locker for Christopher in the changing room down below with a stock Xmen suit in there. Unless, of course, he had his own made and it's put away somewhere.
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When you're learning french, remember this important Phrase: It goes.
We'll get Chrys, don't worry. I have something planned for his retrieval.
We'll get Chrys, don't worry. I have something planned for his retrieval.
@GrizzTheMaulerAs someone who has taken to studying both spanish and french, they're not too hard as extra languages. Just remember your latin roots and you'll mostly be fine, lol. Of course, with how broken english is, it is a little strange to see a language that works in it's own weird and quirky way.
While Rurik was not completely happy with the situation at hand, he only grumbled and looked at the message appearing on his phone. "Wait." He looked at Rosemary as she was leaving. "You'll speak with the Professor once you return. You and Nate will be reporting to the hangar for an excursion." He looked at the possible copy of Nate and motions for the boy to head to the door. "Miss Rosemary will escort you to the hangar. Mister Smith will be waiting for you both."
Shawn rushed back up to the main mansion to grab his suit. After many personal modifications and deviations from the normal suit, he felt that it was about time for him to be sent off for a little field testing. It was supposed to be in the changing room down below, but Shawn needed it on hand as he tested and played with it little by little. He didn't even bother changing into it until he rushed back down to the changing room.
The suit itself was heavily modified. In the four years that he had been at the mansion, he had messed around a lot with it. The standard suit was underneath what seemed to be even further modified motocross equipment, laced with lights, or something to make it light up as the suit stuck to his body. Inside the suit, sensors upon sensors were set inside the suit, powering the lights. He just needed to channel a little electricity to make them activate. For the moment, it looked like a black and yellow suit with more padding and necessary.
Shawn thought that the padding was required, though. He had a good feeling that his up close and personal style would get him hit a lot. The lights, more or less, were to help with any excess energy that he might radiate when in the heat of combat. He had a little problem with only using as much as he needed, so having something to take in all of that extra energy was a bit help to him. The lights were also build into his helmet. Another flashy addition back when he thought he was going to be doing more vigilante work then missions, but he still liked the idea to help with his lack of control. There was also the whole avoiding head trauma thing, but
When he walked into the hangar, he had his helmet underneath his arm. He looked as to who would be joining him. So many familiar faces, it was almost funny. He waved to Heidi, then to Nate. "Fancy meeting you here." He cracked a larger smile, setting his helmet down on the ground and waiting patiently for Mister Smith to begin.
Shawn rushed back up to the main mansion to grab his suit. After many personal modifications and deviations from the normal suit, he felt that it was about time for him to be sent off for a little field testing. It was supposed to be in the changing room down below, but Shawn needed it on hand as he tested and played with it little by little. He didn't even bother changing into it until he rushed back down to the changing room.
The suit itself was heavily modified. In the four years that he had been at the mansion, he had messed around a lot with it. The standard suit was underneath what seemed to be even further modified motocross equipment, laced with lights, or something to make it light up as the suit stuck to his body. Inside the suit, sensors upon sensors were set inside the suit, powering the lights. He just needed to channel a little electricity to make them activate. For the moment, it looked like a black and yellow suit with more padding and necessary.
Shawn thought that the padding was required, though. He had a good feeling that his up close and personal style would get him hit a lot. The lights, more or less, were to help with any excess energy that he might radiate when in the heat of combat. He had a little problem with only using as much as he needed, so having something to take in all of that extra energy was a bit help to him. The lights were also build into his helmet. Another flashy addition back when he thought he was going to be doing more vigilante work then missions, but he still liked the idea to help with his lack of control. There was also the whole avoiding head trauma thing, but
When he walked into the hangar, he had his helmet underneath his arm. He looked as to who would be joining him. So many familiar faces, it was almost funny. He waved to Heidi, then to Nate. "Fancy meeting you here." He cracked a larger smile, setting his helmet down on the ground and waiting patiently for Mister Smith to begin.
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@Burning KittyYeah, actually, things will be progressing in just a moment. Just make sure to have Rosemary somewhere I can reach her in the next few posts.
He had done as instructed, pulling back as Heidi pulled on the cuffs to free Shawn. The cuffs broke in two, freeing Shawn's hands for movement. As soon as he had the chance, he shot a bolt of lightning at the incoming drones. However, he was quickly stopped as Jake set up a barrier of some sort. He didn't know how his lightning would interact with the barrier, and he decided not to test it out now.
"Yeah." Shawn nodded. It wasn't too very strange for someone younger than him to be saving him in the danger room. Some kids got their mutations earlier than others, some came to the school earlier, and some were just better prepared for combat. Shawn's own upbringing, as blurry as the memories were, was simple and happy. He lived in a small, mutant-loving town where he was not frowned at when he learned of his abilities. He had a lofty life from what he could remember, as opposed to what some of the others have been through.
Heidi and that other girl with the gun seemed to be handling themselves well enough. Shawn began charging lightning in his hands again. This time, he didn't bring them together. Even though the cuffs hung around his wrists, Shawn could still generate electricity. It was only the cuffs that weren't affected or damaged by electricity, and didn't stop his powers at all. He charged electricity into his feet as well, hoping to float above the metal floor without hurting anyone. Maybe he'd be able to glide around and knock some robot heads together.
But a thought occurred to him. He needed to keep everyone together, working together and taking out the enemies together. Alone, the masses of drones and traps could easily overwhelm them, but they stood a better chance as a team.
He shot small bolts at more drones, just enough to make them drop to the floor and short circuit. Not all of them, though. "Heidi!" He called out. "I need one of you to shoot me with your gun!" It was a horrible idea. An absolutely terrible one that would hurt him and waste ammo if it didn't work out like he wanted it too. He just hoped that the energy rounds from the drone guns would be enough to give him a bit of a charge. If they were, he could use that to hopefully make himself invulnerable to energy shots. If only he could generate electricity on his body fast enough to block and absorb the shots coming at him, then he'd truly be a beast against such enemies. However, robots were all he had to worry about right now.
"The fact that you are aware of your tendencies, coupled with you being well aware that you need to work them out is exactly why you need to be in this facility." Emma Frost spoke to the troubled boy. She got a name out of him. It was little trouble to look at the name tags that almost seemed to float over everyone's heads as she stood in the room with them all. Jacob, Christopher, and the other one. Her name, her mind, was something of interest. She couldn't help herself from trying to take a peek at the wild and almost animalistic mind that resided within. So bestial, but she could sense fully sentient thoughts, human thoughts, floating around, even if she couldn't exactly see them at a first glance. Ayita, she finally found a name after a little prodding. Many thoughts and other things kept Emma from investigating this Ayita further, for now.
She turned to the Christopher. "Everyone can be offended by anything. If you came all this way to be assured that someone would find you uncomfortable, even to the point of them being offended by your presence, then this would be a well wasted trip." She tilted her chin up and shifted her shoulders in an attempt to look even taller and stronger than before. "You get invited to one of the most prestigious mutant academies in the world, and your only goal is to find out if people like you or not? You are here to learn. To better yourself, to understand your mutation, and to help push society to a point where being mutant or not doesn't matter in the slightest. Friendship is all well and good, but relations with your schoolmates and staff comes second to personal achievement and satisfaction. I don't think you'd want to travel all the way back to Joha-"
"Emma." Booker finally stepped in. He knew what she was doing. He had read Christopher's file, and it seemed like Emma had gotten all of the reading that she needed in a matter of seconds. Booker smiled and turned his head to Christopher. "Emma is a little drastic, but she is right." He let her have a little moment, but even that little nod of hers told him that she was well aware that she was overdoing it. "You came all the way here, only to turn around? You haven't been here a full day or even unpacked your things. I implore you to give it some time. And remember, I'm always here to talk things out and help if you ever need me." He created a little door in the wall he made, just Christopher sized for him to leave if he wished. "Or, you can stay here and talk things out a little more. Get comfy with your roomy and your, rather funny, assailant." He cracked a smile and looked back to Ayita, who had now shifted back into a human. A sight like that was never not unsettling. "I'm sorry, but can you tell us what you may have seen? What had happened from your eyes?"
"Booker, we don't have time for this. We need you and your kids down at the hangar, right now." It was Sage again, ringing loud enough for everyone to hear her. "I thought you'd wrap this first one up nice and fast, but I'll key you in in a moment."
Booker looked down and sighed. Of course Sage could make his phone answer itself so she could just talk with him without his choice. "Send Rurik and Raven the message. Most of my picks are in their classes right now."
"Micromanaging your possible team already? Booker, not even Scott is this weird."
"I'll be there." He smiled and shook his head, turning to Emma and dropping all of his constructs. "Care to join us?" She nodded silently, and Booker looked to the three students before him. "Ayita, Jacob, Christopher. No more time for therapy and situation-figuring-out. Get down stairs and get ready in the hangar. It's time for a field trip."
With the exception of Christopher, who had just only arrived, the other two had already been somewhat briefed on the plan. Months ago, they had been asked by various staff members what kind of battle suits they'd like, and how it should be tailored to them. All X-men candidates were asked such questions, but Christopher and maybe even Jake would simply have to use one of the basic stock suits for the moment.
Suddenly, all of the drones in the danger room stopped attacking, and the traps and drones put themselves away. Even Shawn's cuffs broke into pieces, no longer attacked to his wrists. Shawn groaned in annoyance, and looked up at the little window where Forge and Mystique could see them all working.
"Shawn, Jake, Heidi, Tatiana." Raven spoke through the intercom. "Mission time. Suit up and wait for Mister Smith to brief you in the hangar."
Shawn smiled and nodded. He looked at his fellow students and made a mad dash to the exit doors, gliding across the metal plates with ease.
"Yeah." Shawn nodded. It wasn't too very strange for someone younger than him to be saving him in the danger room. Some kids got their mutations earlier than others, some came to the school earlier, and some were just better prepared for combat. Shawn's own upbringing, as blurry as the memories were, was simple and happy. He lived in a small, mutant-loving town where he was not frowned at when he learned of his abilities. He had a lofty life from what he could remember, as opposed to what some of the others have been through.
Heidi and that other girl with the gun seemed to be handling themselves well enough. Shawn began charging lightning in his hands again. This time, he didn't bring them together. Even though the cuffs hung around his wrists, Shawn could still generate electricity. It was only the cuffs that weren't affected or damaged by electricity, and didn't stop his powers at all. He charged electricity into his feet as well, hoping to float above the metal floor without hurting anyone. Maybe he'd be able to glide around and knock some robot heads together.
But a thought occurred to him. He needed to keep everyone together, working together and taking out the enemies together. Alone, the masses of drones and traps could easily overwhelm them, but they stood a better chance as a team.
He shot small bolts at more drones, just enough to make them drop to the floor and short circuit. Not all of them, though. "Heidi!" He called out. "I need one of you to shoot me with your gun!" It was a horrible idea. An absolutely terrible one that would hurt him and waste ammo if it didn't work out like he wanted it too. He just hoped that the energy rounds from the drone guns would be enough to give him a bit of a charge. If they were, he could use that to hopefully make himself invulnerable to energy shots. If only he could generate electricity on his body fast enough to block and absorb the shots coming at him, then he'd truly be a beast against such enemies. However, robots were all he had to worry about right now.
"The fact that you are aware of your tendencies, coupled with you being well aware that you need to work them out is exactly why you need to be in this facility." Emma Frost spoke to the troubled boy. She got a name out of him. It was little trouble to look at the name tags that almost seemed to float over everyone's heads as she stood in the room with them all. Jacob, Christopher, and the other one. Her name, her mind, was something of interest. She couldn't help herself from trying to take a peek at the wild and almost animalistic mind that resided within. So bestial, but she could sense fully sentient thoughts, human thoughts, floating around, even if she couldn't exactly see them at a first glance. Ayita, she finally found a name after a little prodding. Many thoughts and other things kept Emma from investigating this Ayita further, for now.
She turned to the Christopher. "Everyone can be offended by anything. If you came all this way to be assured that someone would find you uncomfortable, even to the point of them being offended by your presence, then this would be a well wasted trip." She tilted her chin up and shifted her shoulders in an attempt to look even taller and stronger than before. "You get invited to one of the most prestigious mutant academies in the world, and your only goal is to find out if people like you or not? You are here to learn. To better yourself, to understand your mutation, and to help push society to a point where being mutant or not doesn't matter in the slightest. Friendship is all well and good, but relations with your schoolmates and staff comes second to personal achievement and satisfaction. I don't think you'd want to travel all the way back to Joha-"
"Emma." Booker finally stepped in. He knew what she was doing. He had read Christopher's file, and it seemed like Emma had gotten all of the reading that she needed in a matter of seconds. Booker smiled and turned his head to Christopher. "Emma is a little drastic, but she is right." He let her have a little moment, but even that little nod of hers told him that she was well aware that she was overdoing it. "You came all the way here, only to turn around? You haven't been here a full day or even unpacked your things. I implore you to give it some time. And remember, I'm always here to talk things out and help if you ever need me." He created a little door in the wall he made, just Christopher sized for him to leave if he wished. "Or, you can stay here and talk things out a little more. Get comfy with your roomy and your, rather funny, assailant." He cracked a smile and looked back to Ayita, who had now shifted back into a human. A sight like that was never not unsettling. "I'm sorry, but can you tell us what you may have seen? What had happened from your eyes?"
"Booker, we don't have time for this. We need you and your kids down at the hangar, right now." It was Sage again, ringing loud enough for everyone to hear her. "I thought you'd wrap this first one up nice and fast, but I'll key you in in a moment."
Booker looked down and sighed. Of course Sage could make his phone answer itself so she could just talk with him without his choice. "Send Rurik and Raven the message. Most of my picks are in their classes right now."
"Micromanaging your possible team already? Booker, not even Scott is this weird."
"I'll be there." He smiled and shook his head, turning to Emma and dropping all of his constructs. "Care to join us?" She nodded silently, and Booker looked to the three students before him. "Ayita, Jacob, Christopher. No more time for therapy and situation-figuring-out. Get down stairs and get ready in the hangar. It's time for a field trip."
With the exception of Christopher, who had just only arrived, the other two had already been somewhat briefed on the plan. Months ago, they had been asked by various staff members what kind of battle suits they'd like, and how it should be tailored to them. All X-men candidates were asked such questions, but Christopher and maybe even Jake would simply have to use one of the basic stock suits for the moment.
Suddenly, all of the drones in the danger room stopped attacking, and the traps and drones put themselves away. Even Shawn's cuffs broke into pieces, no longer attacked to his wrists. Shawn groaned in annoyance, and looked up at the little window where Forge and Mystique could see them all working.
"Shawn, Jake, Heidi, Tatiana." Raven spoke through the intercom. "Mission time. Suit up and wait for Mister Smith to brief you in the hangar."
Shawn smiled and nodded. He looked at his fellow students and made a mad dash to the exit doors, gliding across the metal plates with ease.
@GrizzTheMauleryeah, but think of how versatile Chrys and Booker would be in a team. Booker can make things for him to shift with almost anywhere nearby
Things are going well! Sorry booker's locked you guys in the room with himself and a telepath, but at least you're all handling it pretty well.
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