Kylie Michelle Kensington || Bobby Drake (justchillinhere) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-05-08 15:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot week, frankie discombe, kylie kensington, nate henderson, nikolai peterson, rachel young |
WHO: Open to all X-Men who want to take part in Danger Room training!
WHAT: Danger room training and a bunch of them getting sick.
WHERE: Danger Room (I'm starting to feel repetitive)
WHEN: Nowish
WARNINGS: Language, violence.
Danger Room. Every mutant who ever stayed at the mansion for a long-term capacity knew what the Danger Room entailed, and those there long enough knew that sessions with Wolverine tended to be brutal. Bobby had many memories of a Wolverine-run session, and they always ended with every single participant sour and chugging Advil. This session wasn't proving to be any lighter than it usually was--though Caitlin was up in observation with Frankie, so Kylie was hopeful that she'd keep Frankie from throwing twenty sentinels in the simulation at them. Worse, however, was the fact that Kylie was participating with a cold that didn't want to let up. She could have asked Frankie for a pass on the session for that day, but missing a session for any reason was like cutting off the head of a hydra: skip on one, get two in return. She'd rather just suck it up and fight sick.
"Two more incoming!" Kylie shouted to her teammates, keeping to the skies on her ice. It gave her better perspective to be able to give them intel from that high up, and she curved around behind the sentinels that were coming for the lot of them. They'd already taken one out at the beginning, but that was child's play. A warm-up. Their leaders were just getting started. In a real war, the government wasn't going to send sentinels at them one at a time.
Nate was closest to her, and he had the look of somebody who was enjoying the chaos a little too much. He was a douchebag sometimes--a lot of the time--but beneath the machismo Kylie had learned was somebody who actually enjoyed being on the team. His bo staff was out and twirling in one hand, the tips glowing with Nate's power. A second later he was slamming the same glowing end into the ground in a grand explosion that knocked one over and caused the other to stumble back. Neither was down for the count, but it sure bought them some time.
Guess we're up. Kylie grinned at Bobby. As much as she complained about Danger Room, it was this type of adrenaline rush that she lived for. Changing direction again, she started sliding in the direction of the gigantic robots. Everything would have gone according to plan, too; encase one in ice, help them take down the other, hope that no others came, leave the session to go patrol or hang out with Thomas. Fool proof plan. If her ice didn't malfunction.
She was still sliding, but no ice formed for her to continue on. Instead, she tumbled onto air with a confused yelp and fell roughly to the ground--thankfully not high enough in the air to cause too much damage when she landed shoulder-first in the dust and debris. "Fuck!" She grunted, hand immediately grasping her throbbing arm. "What the hell?"