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| llagrok | Mar 19 2009, 09:56 PM Post #1 |
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The Danger Room, the room of danger, él dangera él rooma. No matter which way you cut it this was the room of dangers, the room created to teach young mutants how to deal with the dangers of real life, the room endowed with alien technology. The room where you could create bitchin’ robots by touching a computer panel and fight all day. ”DANGER ROOM, I LOVE YOU!!!” Ragnar shouted out into the round room, before it suddenly started shifting. Seconds later the super strong mutant now found himself in the middle of a huge city. Walking down the street of what looked like a modern day metropolis a large sentinel suddenly appeared out of nowhere, raising its evil hand and attempting to fire an energy blast at him. Ragnar reacted a bit slowly, as he was still amazed at how real everything looked, this made him able to do little more than brace himself for the impact. The energy beam was strong and he felt like he was being cooked, while the beam this sentinel produced was weaker then what the real ones used, it still stung. ”So that is how you want the game played? Then you too will get burn!” Ragnar replied while the smoke still rose from his skin. Grabbing a nearby pole he quickly threw it at the Sentinel’s dome piece before beginning a sprint, seconds later he crashed into the sentinels leg the best he could. The robot staggered back and the strongman used this opportunity the best he could, flexing his legs he made an impressive jump and managed to make it all the way to its blue and purple shoulders. Grabbing a hold he continued to rip loose bits of metal and while the sentinel started to topple, he did his best to deliver a massive blow straight into its ugly robot face. ”Norway score!” He shouted and pulled his arm back, before punching it the best he could. Durable steel became little more than paper and Viking ripped it apart, before two more appeared no more than 30 feet away. Edited by llagrok, Mar 20 2009, 01:14 AM.
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| goff256 | Mar 20 2009, 01:51 AM Post #2 |
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Things definitely weren't going to go well, it was just a feeling that Michael had because of the circumstances that he was in. He was in the Danger Room, which was alright in itself. This wasn't the first time he had come into this room, suffered injuries at the hands of the training room. This wasn't even the first time that he he seen a Sentinel. There had been a few times when he had been forced to run away from them, mainly because fighting against one wasn't something that he had intended to do. That in itself was why he knew that this wasn't going to end well, the fact was that the scenario in this case was just that. Michael was supposed to fight one, or possibly more, and that was something that caused him to try to think of what it was that he could do. Come on, I'm in the middle of a city, there has to be something I can use to get some sort of edge on one of them. Hiding inside the building wasn't going to save him for too much longer, though, and it didn't need to. Michael saw his weapon, a piece of pipe that he could pull off. That would be something to start off with, hopefully, and soon enough the young man was finding his way to the roof. The first step was finding a way to actually use this as a weapon, as easy as it had seemed when he had been prying it off, but there was always one way. Everything had a weak point, he just had to find the mechanical giant's. Ducking low as one of them came by, Michael realized there was only one way he would be able to figure out about any weakness. A sprint took him to the edge of the building, a jump would take him into the air to land on the Sentinel's back. That was only the first step, however, the second being possible only if he was able to make the jump. This second step was a lot easier, it was taking the end of the pipe and trying to repeatedly stab the monstrosity in the back of the head. That was something that the young man liked to call trial and error, it was the only real way that anyone was able to find out anything. Of course, it also ran the risk of backfiring on him. Another one of them could attack, not caring for the first, or the pipe itself could break. I have nothing to worry about. It isn't like this can really kill me. It was a good thing Michael was hard to kill, he wasn't exactly the brightest when it came to stopping himself from getting injured. |
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| llagrok | Mar 20 2009, 02:19 AM Post #3 |
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Noticing the two metal behemoths appearing behind him Ragnar realized that his odds were worsening. Dealing with two sentinels was a hole nother level of difficult, this meant that it would be nearly impossible to get in any attacks without taking an energy beam or a metal fist in the back. If he was lucky they would be stupid enough to attempt some kind of physical attack, lord knows what sort of attacks they could produce if they really analysed him and made an effort to ruin his day. Energy attacks, electricity, bullets, sonic attacks, the list of attacks that could make him throw up his breakfast was long and unpleasant. Whoever made these damn machines obviously had it in for mutants, or whatever they were originally designed to hunt. He remember that their creators name was something Trask, but throughout the years they had served many different masters. What names they had didn’t matter though, the Sentinels represented human kind’s fear and insecurities. They were afraid of mutants and needed a way to protect themselves, unfortunately they couldn’t find a way to protect themselves that didn’t involve highly advanced robots. Ragnar had a couple of years worth of mutant fighting experience thanks to all his years at the institute, one might not know it to look at him, but the man had come a long way. When he first arrived at Xavier’s school for the gifted, taking on a single sentinel like this would’ve been the end for him. Working up a dodging routine, thinking on your feet, turning things into projectiles, it was all a process. The road that lay behind him was as crooked and bumpy as it was long, the X-men had really made a hero out of him. As one of the sentinels charged their attacks Ragnar ran as fast as he could, hoping he would be able to reach one of them before it was too late. Taking cover behind buildings wasn’t even a possibility since civilians were his top priority, he needed to come up with a way to take them down without endangering civilians. There were no one but him and the sentinels here, which meant that saving women and children wasn’t something he had to worry about. It did give Viking an opportunity to try and work on minimizing damage on the environment, a popular super-hero complaint. What many failed to realize was that saving the day wasn’t as fun if you hadn’t taken down a building in the process. It had taken Ragnar some time to realize that it wasn’t equally satisfying for the people who lost their apartments. Making a strong leap to the left Viking avoided the sentinel’s initial energy attack, around the time he noticed another one of the mansion’s residents leaping on to the Sentinel and attempting to attack it’s head. ”That looks like a plan to work. Viking AWAY!!!” Viking exclaimed and flexed his legs, attempting to leap at the other Sentinel. Unfortunately the robot had taken a note of the way he dispatched the last one, and was prepared snagging him in mid and beginning to squeeze, and squeeze. |
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| goff256 | Mar 20 2009, 03:50 PM Post #4 |
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It was good fortune that the pipe didn't break against the Sentinel, and even better when it pierced into the back of the mechanical monster's head. Michael could only pull the pipe out, and stab repeatedly in the hopes of hitting something vital, which he did within a few minutes. At least I'm able to kill one of these things off if I need to. I still would rather not even be put in this position. His attention was called away as the sounds of a voice came to his ears. Michael couldn't help but shake his head as he looked over to where the voice had come from. It would have been strange to hear something like that only a couple of years ago, but the young man knew that this type of thing would be commonplace among the people of this mansion. Another thing that he thought would be commonplace was the reaction of the Sentinel to the overzealous man's attempt. We can't all be smart like me, can we? By now, his victim was starting to topple. As it neared the ground, Michael jumped from the back and thought of whether or not he should help out. He knew he had to, though there wasn't a lot that he could do. He does have his focus, and both of his hands, occupied. There was only one real way for him to attack, though, and that was something that started off with Michael charging at the thing's back. Leaping into the air as he got close, the young man used the pipe to stab into the Sentinel's leg and try to pull down to at least be able to say that he helped a little. After all, the Viking was sure to tell about what happened in here. Michael wouldn't want any of them to think of him as a coward... |
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| llagrok | Mar 20 2009, 04:49 PM Post #5 |
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The Viking continued to squeeze as hard as it could, hoping that Viking would either simply pop, or stop breathing. ”NO!” Ragnar shouted and flexed his muscles for a second, extending both arms and breaking clear through the Sentinel’s grip, costing the metallic behemoth a pair of fingers and its right arm. Grabbing a hold of the remaining hand, Viking’ dug his own fingers in and used his impressive arm strength to propel himself towards the sentinel. He came flying towards the robot like a missile, and extending his fists in mid air Viking went straight through it’s ugly dome piece, K.O you ugly son of a bitch. With a strong thud Viking landed on the roof behind the sentinel, the machine simply fell forward and crashed into the street. Odds were no one would still be in the area if they had fought in the real world, a great deal of people would miss their cars the next day though, and might notice a large humanoid shaped imprint in the pavement. ”That won’t fall him over!” Viking shouted to Michael and ripped lose a piece from the roof, before throwing lifting it up over his head and then throwing it at the sentinel’s back. It caused the sentinel to begin to topple and thanks to Goff’s work on the sentinel’s leg, it was only seconds away from releasing a little tremor and join its friend on the ground. ”Look up down here!” Ragnar shouted before he picked up another piece of brick and threw it at the sentinel, this piece went straight through it’s leg and the sentinel fell back towards the building. This might cause it to ruin someone’s apartments or something like that, but it was better than having it fall straight on Goff. These things were heavy and he wasn’t quite sure what powers his comrade in arms here had. If it turns out he was just agile then it wasn’t a good idea to let him take a sentinel. He leapt down from the building and the ground shook violently as the man landed. "You fight good. Call me Viking" Ragnar introduced himself with a hearty handshake. |
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| goff256 | Mar 20 2009, 06:33 PM Post #6 |
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When the words were heard, saying that something like that wouldn't bring down a Sentinel, Michael knew all too well that the guy was right. This type of thing wasn't the type of thing that he was good at, the giant robots were made with the purpose of killing mutants. Not to mention the fact that Michael was better at surviving than actually fighting, and you have a recipe for something that doesn't end well for anyone. That didn't stop him from pulling the pipe out of the leg, and trying to use the momentum to push himself off to try the same thing with the other leg. He might not be able to do much, but there was something that he knew would work. Of course, that wasn't going to work as well as he would have hoped it would have. The other man who was fighting, Viking was what he had called himself, was relentlessly attacking the one that had just lost some of a leg. That was something that could be called bad luck, a section of roof had been thrown through the leg. It seemed to time perfectly with Michael's own jump, which caused a leg to go flying further than the person that it had been attached to. A scream of pain was stopped by Michael biting into his own lip, another thing that would have to be healed, and then he pulled himself over to the leg that had been lost, pulling it out of the puddle of blood that had dripped from it.. The blood that was lost would have to be ignored, it could be replaced. Both arms put it back where it should be, slowly the limb seemed to have never left at all. A perfect heal, or as perfect as he could do at the time. That was a sign that he needed to practice more... Only a few minutes after that, he was back on his feet, Michael caught sight of the person that had helped him against the Sentinel. The man had also removed a leg, but that wasn't something that he would bring up, that was over and done with. "My name's Michael. It's nice to meet you, but I wouldn't say I fight better than anyone else. I'm just luckier, and a lot harder to kill." Fingers pointed to where the piece of roof had cut him, though the main thing that could be seen was a scar. Not to mention the fact that the left leg of his pants was ripped right above the knee, and the blood that had been lost had also stained them. Edited by goff256, Mar 20 2009, 07:13 PM.
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| Smileyhat | Mar 20 2009, 06:50 PM Post #7 |
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Noise. Lots of it. Enough, even, to drown out the operatic strains flowing into this teenager's ears from the wires that led to a jacket pocket. An odd choice of music, perhaps, considering the situation she was going into, but the works of Mozart were always an ejoyable listen. The Sylph floated herself up into the air, finding quickly the very conspicuous source of the noise stomping about in the simulated cityscape some distance away, apparently busy with some other comrades she hadn't seen before. The wind picked up quickly, blowing the girl swiftly in the sentinels' direction, as she wasn't intent on letting others do all the work. Not when there was heroing to do! Unfortunately, they did do all the work, as each of the behemoths was dispatched with a speed that was almost surprising. Allison had been refining her skills in here for close to a year now, and her success against danger room sentinels usually tended to be dependant on the terrain; mostly, in finding something sufficiently large to throw. It was a little surprising to see these sentinels dispatched so quickly, though it wasn't particularly discouraging. She would just have to be faster next time, right? Just as she thought that the danger had passed, though, a cry of pain caused her to pause a moment before accellerating even more. That didn't sound like any reaction to a minor injury. Sure enough, Allie arrived in the air above two people, three fallen sentinels, and a lot of blood. Subconsciously, her wind picked up, forcing her to change focus for a moment to prevent from destabilizing her flight. She lowered herself closer to the ground, near the one that seemed to be tending to his leg, to whom that short trail of blood seemed to lead. "Are you okay?" she asked the stupid question. Remarkably, though, she saw that there was little more than a scar on the leg. The breeze that had come over the area lessened considerably when she realized why this was. Oh, good. Healing powers. She wasn't certain if the thought was a sarcastic one or not. |
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| llagrok | Mar 20 2009, 07:50 PM Post #8 |
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Extending a hand to greet Goff Viking noticed as the mutant pointed to his leg, where are rather grave injury was in the process of healing up. Apparently his homemade projectiles hadn’t been that great after all, accidentally taking off another man’s leg. In public that would’ve been blown all out of proportion and probably caused a lawsuit. It was difficult being a good guy at times, as you have to consider every little action and then the consider the consequences of said action. ”Woops, looks like my aim is not perfect. But you’re like a little Wolverine” Viking joked friendly and looked at the leg once more. While he had never actually seen Wolverine lose a leg, he had seen him heal some pretty awful injuries in his time. He had never seen the little Canadian lose an arm or a leg though, but that was because of his trademark adamantium skeleton. Everybody and their grandmother at the institute had at some point heard stories about Wolverine and his incredible accomplishments. While greeting Goff, Viking noticed that another girl flew in on the scene. The wind increased noticeably and it soon became evident that her powers were somehow tied to the wind. Viking had always felt a bit of pity for those who did not have physical powers like himself. Energy beams and flight and telepathy all looked so dull, and despite being very popular and handy, you couldn’t get into a scrap with a giant robot if your powers were to read people’s minds. The girl looked a little bit like a redhead, she was over a feet shorter than him and had a relatively ample buttocks. He had seen her around the institute a couple of times and greeted her once, but beyond that he knew nothing of the girl. ”Did you see my throw girl?” Ragnar said proudly and flexed his right arm, it was still a great throw, even if had taken one of his friend’s legs off. A good throw is a good throw, dismemberment, casualties and dead sentinels be damned. Before Viking were able to begin an epic tale of his mighty conquest and battles however the setting changed somewhat. Now they were suddenly at an empty and desolate beach where the sun was crisp, water was clear and incredible sharkmen rose out of the ocean! These beautiful creatures of the sea were 6 feet tall, had sharp claws, were a bit faster than regular humans, had durable skin and razor sharp teeth. While they were not much stronger than an average adult, they could bite clear through steel and their claws were awfully sharp. There were a number of 8 sharkmen and as Viking stepped up, everybody surprisingly ran right past him and headed for Goff. Like any normal shark they could smell blood and instantly recognized it as their prey. "Have not fear Goff!" Ragnar shouted and jumped into the friend, punching one of the sharks in the face, causing them all to turn in him. Now that he had gotten their attention, he needed a little assistance. Edited by llagrok, Mar 25 2009, 03:27 AM.
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| goff256 | Mar 20 2009, 08:16 PM Post #9 |
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"As I said, I'm hard to kill." It wasn't somebody that he really liked to be compared to, Michael liked the idea that he was somewhat unique. There was also the fact that the Canadian wasn't known to be able to reattach limbs, though that was mostly because of the fact that he never lost any. Michael was just about to contest the comparison, though, when the wind started to blow in a more bizarre manner than normal. Before he could turn to see who it was, though, a voice came.
That was the sound, the words, that Michael head soon after having felt a strange wind, and both of his eyes looked over to see the source of it. Red hair, green eyes, it was the fact of somebody that the young man knew he would need to get to know. He just needed to. "I'm just fine, thank you." Next came the thought that he needed to try to ask her on a date, something which he knew all too well he would fail at. That wouldn't stop him from trying, though. "My name is Michael. Might I be honored with your name?" That wasn't even going to happen, though, when another thing happened and his eyes caught something to be a shark. This definitely isn't good. Of course, that was why it was good news that Viking had stepped in and stopped Michael from being chewed on by the massive rows of teeth that they had. "You have my thanks." Thanks were one thing, and helping with the pipe that was soon being grabbed up again was another. "Look out." A few steps were taken toward one of them, and then the pipe was swung like a bat at one of their faces. No teeth broke, but the fact was that the shark was sent stumbling backward.This wasn't going to end well... |
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| Smileyhat | Mar 21 2009, 02:51 PM Post #10 |
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The larger man was excitable and friendly, just like the previous times she had met him in passing. Allison had not, in fact, seen the throw he referred to. If she had, she might have had something to say about endangering allies. Instead she gave a shake of the head as she then looked toward the other, formerly-injured one. He very politely stated that he wasn't hurt, and then even more politely introduced himself. His choice of words struck her as odd; she hardly considered it an honor to know her name, especially not when all she'd done so far was show up. Still, it didn't hurt to give a name. "You can call me Sylph." However, there was little time for further introduction. The scene changed very abruptly to one that might have been very beautiful and relaxing, had it not been within the Danger Room. Remaining true to its name, the room conjured up a number of large shark-like men, none of whom looked to be interested in friendly conversation. They seemed intent on attacking Michael at first, but thanks to the intervention of the Viking, he was able to direct their attention onto him. However, not even he could be prepared to deal with all of those shark-men by himself. The bad news here was that there was little to work with in terms of cover, or objects to throw. There was always sand, of course, but that would be as likely to blind her allies as her foes. At the moment, each of the other two at least had the attention of one, which meant that there were six shark-men who had not been dealt with yet. This should be fixed, she thought, before they had a chance to make use of their superior numbers. She started with the sharkman that Michael had struck with his pipe. Using the motion of her arms to help focus on how to guide the wind, she conjured a powerful gust that would strike that one from the side, reaching speeds that were easily enough to lift him off the ground. She directed the wind to cause the shark-man to collide with some of his comrades. |
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