Who: Piotr Rasputin and Remy LeBeau What: Piotr is trying to get out of his own head a little bit after a rather stressful morning training. Where: X-Mansion, on the grounds Rating: TBD, change as necessary Status: Closed | Incomplete.
Piotr was usually one of those guys who you could always count on to be level headed in any situation. To be able to think clearly, and do what needed to be done in order to complete the mission. However, that morning in the danger room, he'd been a mess. Distracted even. Which of course hadn't been good for anyone. He'd missed his targets, and had accidentally put a hole in something he shouldn't have when he threw that rusted car into what was supposed to be a brick wall there by creating a distraction. It had been a distraction alright, but not the kind he was supposed to be creating. He'd gotten himself blasted at and while it hadn't hurt thanks to his metallic shell, his pride had been wounded on top of everything else. Even though it had just been for training purposes, Piotr still felt like he'd let who he had been working with down, and that wasn't something he easily dealt with. Since, Piotr was always so much better than that. The last time he'd made a mistake like that was after the first time he'd actually killed someone with his bare (metallic) hands. And that had been years ago. There were times where it still bothered him, something that he supposed kept him sane and his humanity in tact. However, that at least wasn't the problem today.
It wasn't often any more that Piotr had felt guilt over leaving home the way he had. He loved what he was doing. He loved his life here in America. He had so many more opportunities here than he would have had back in Russia. He was free to do what he liked, think what he liked, have opinions without the fear of being taken for speaking ill of officials or their government. He could draw funny little cartoons during election season to make others laugh. Of course, he did sometimes have to worry about being shot at by some of his fellow X-Men, but usually it wasn't so bad, and he knew not to take it too personally and just let it roll off of his back. But with letters coming in from his mother, he could start to read between the lines. Things weren't as fine as she was making them out to be. It had been a bad summer back at home and it got Piotr wondering if he shouldn't take a leave of absence for a while to go home and see what he could do to help. He didn't want his family starving come winter. Piotr was sure that the Professor would understand. He wasn't thinking about leaving for good after all, just for a little bit.
Then again, what could he really do? It wasn't like he had powers to make the soil better. To create rain at his will to make the crop grow strong. To heal the sick animals. He had none of that. While normally he did love his gifts, he thought them to be terribly useful all things considered. But then there were these moments when he realized that strength wasn't everything. He couldn't smash down walls and make it better. There was no part of his gifts that could actually help, save for maybe being able to break apart an old piece of equipment so that they could sell it for scrap metal quicker. And even then, he was sure that his little sister would get more gratification using the plasma torch than he would just ripping it apart.
When the simulation had ended, Piotr hadn't really stuck around to talk about it after. Another rarity for the man. He's just left, not wanting to deal with how he'd messed up and gotten someone hurt. Training room accidents happened, and while this was no where near as bad as it could be, it still bothered him that it'd happened in the first place. Instead of listening he just pretended to not be able to understand what they were yelling at his retreating back (to which everyone knew this was a lie by now) as Piotr shifted back into his normal state and hit the grounds just needing to figure things out in his head. Make a little peace inside of himself. Think of something to do. About half way across the property he realized that maybe he should have grabbed his sketch book, but he'd been so deep in his own head that he hadn't even thought of that in the first place.
He audibly grumbled a little bit when he heard footsteps behind him for a moment before at least trying not to look so...brooding like he was pretty sure he was right now.