Queen of the Hurricane; Storm (hurricaneborn) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-08-28 17:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | reaver, storm, wolverine |
Who: Storm OT any/all members of the X-men
When: Morning Saturday
Where: The Danger Room
What: Storm ran her boys and girls extra hard this session, but she's starting to see a reason to do it. Whether or not they appreciate it is an entirely different thing.
To be honest, Storm was tired. Her body adapted to the changes in temperature so well that she didn't have any need to sweat, but if she were a normal person, she'd be absolutely melting with sweat. She'd run her group hard. They might or might not like her for that, but she had done it just the same. It was probably fair to say that she had never really pushed any of them this hard on the improvised courses of the constantly upgrading Danger Room. It was necessary.
She'd always been a bit lighter on her group than Havok was coming from a different background which truly expected a person to do well with their own skills and then contribute those skills to the group as opposed to group tactics which required they do everything together in a coordinated fashion. Even after more than a year in a leadership position, she was still sort of figuring it out and after reviewing what work there was done by others, she'd essentially stepped up her personal view of what they were capable of.
Now the session was over and she took a deep breath. There was an ache in her lower back which would probably need a little bit of soaking, but that was what she got for doing a backflip on the fly to avoid a spinning disk of death. It probably wouldn't have killed her since the Danger Room was currently controlled by a little girl who had been told in no uncertain terms not to allow anything lethal to occur. After the initial near destruction of several folks during her early days of illusion casting, the girl by the same name had basically been told to keep things soft and fluffy in actuality while making them look as dangerous as possible.
People believed their eyes before anything else, so as long as it looked lethal everyone would treat it as if it were. Now the Danger Room had returned to its normal circular empty space with exceedingly gray walls. She wasn't leaving yet. It was a Saturday and really she and everyone involved should have been resting, but it was just as easy to get some real work done. Besides, they lived there, they could rest at any time.