CHARACTERS: Mars, tag Shadowcat. TOPIC: Yer welcome. DATE & TIME: Sept. 24th, 2017 - 11:30pm. LOCATION: New Salem. RATING: M.
"That all ye got?" Ronan warned the men who circled him. "Cause yer goin' ta end up like yer friends." Strewn about the room were the bodies of the men who'd tested him so far. And Mars wasn't without evidence of these encounters, his face was partially obscured with blood and his suit was torn in spots. Despite the beating he'd already received, the Irishman squared up and dared the lot to do their worst.
And they had. After several more minutes of combat, Mars picked himself up off the Danger Room floor, confident if he ran the scenario a few more times he'd succeed in dispatching a hundred holograms in one go. "Restart." He told the system, but the damned computer refused. "Re...start." He instructed again, but once again was denied. A hologram of Forge appeared and explained to Ronan that his behavior showed a pattern of recklessness that tripped the Danger Room's safety feature, which seemed odd in a room literally called the Danger Room. And that Forge, Zap, Beast or Raven would have to override said controls. Fuck that.
After the rejection from the computer, Ronan showered and changed - and now decided to get the fuck out of Xavier's. The problem was, he knew he required something to occupy his attention. In the (almost) month since Eva had decided to 'take a break' and 'figure things out', Ronan hadn't quite handled the situation with the level of 'grace' polite society expected. Kidnapping Troy's goat for a hawk trap in a desperate attempt to keep the one person not related to him (who actually liked him) safe... was at best questionable judgment. However, that was just the tip of the iceberg. Besides working nonstop, Ronan had found it difficult to fill his Zap-free hours.
He strolled past Xavier's community board, where people posted stupid things they needed dumb help for, without a second thought. Then, Mars gave the damn thing a second thought. He halted his forward progression and slithered back to stare at the tacked up requests. Conlan needed help setting up his new portrait studio. Ronan scoffed. "What, Booger? Can't hang a paper background of happy trees by yerself?" He sighed. Strange. Even insulting Conlan didn't help with his mood. He scanned some more, "Dumb, stupid, good luck, hard pass..." He mumbled to himself while he read. Until he noticed a well-done flyer for Kitty's yoga studio... thing. She also needed help, but it was a dojo... something Ronan actually cared about. He pulled the flyer off the board, because fuck anybody else, he'd do it himself.
Less than twenty minutes later, Ronan stood in Xavier's industrial complex, something Kiernan had unknowingly seeded. In fact, Verde was the only spot that still had any life. The rest of the mall shut down for the day. He paced toward the space that would soon be Kitty's business venture... and he let himself into the back door. Most of the construction was done, but all the actual dojo equipment still sat in crates across the space. Ronan tossed his jacket onto the floor and snatched up a crowbar. He jammed the metal into the side of the first crate and pried the wood apart. This should keep him busy until morning.