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Post by Nightcrawler on Jun 4, 2010 17:16:56 GMT -5
Toweling off as he shut down his session, his time only alloted until 4pm, he wondered where Kat was and if she had chosen to explore the range of her powers on her own. He took the long way, climbing the stairs, actually clinging to the ceiling of the stairs as he climbed up to the observation hub. Noting the digital clock on the far wall he saw it was almost half an hour past his session. "Oh, Lord I vas a bit greedy viss zhe time." He smiled as he placed the towel on the seat of Beast's plush chair for he did not want to get it all sweaty.
"Hmm, no von else is slated for zhis evening" he saw as he glanced over the log book, "so I vill vait for her. Young ladies, I have heard, can be often times late vhen zhe mood is not viss zhem to be somevhere." He chuckled to himself as he spoke his thoughts aloud. To occupy his time he decided to review the training sessions of his team, The MIGHTY PARAGONS, as it said in Chase's handwriting on the disk he slid into the console before him. Keying in a few codes to get the Danger Room to render a full size holographic replay of their latest training sessions for his review he slid around on the wheels of the chair to watch it all from above.
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Post by Lymited~Ink on Jun 5, 2010 22:53:09 GMT -5
Kat had taken her time going down to the sub-basement of the school, not exactly putting a rush in her step to meet up with Nightcrawler. It wasn't a lack of enthusiasm for trying to get control of her new power, it was just that she never really rushed herself for much of anything. Her swaying, dancelike gait was how she always walked, and she never really ran unless she absolutely had to. She also had to put her own small touch on the revision to her tattoo, though it wouldn't affect the intended effect.
Her blue eyes wandered around the chrome hallways as she made her way to the Danger Room, remembering where it was from the recent practice and debated just walking into the main room. She put an ear to the door to see if Nightcrawler was still where he said he'd be, in the room itself, but it sounded completely silent. Assuming that meant he was not in there instead of being extremely stealthy and bamf-ing around inside, she decided to go find the observation hub. She didn't know exactly where it was, but she knew it was there and decided to follow her hearing.
It didn't take her too long to find her demonlike team leader as she heard him talking to himself, along with something else. It sounded like the rest of her team yelling, but she thought she could be just imagining it. She smirked as she turned the knob of the door and let herself in, grinning as she saw what looked like a replay of the training session from the other night.
"Oh wow, methought that was almost the tv. But then why would a tv be here? Ye got yer big entertainment right there, and down there," Kat said now that she could speak safely, glancing through the large window that let them look down into the currently empty Danger Room. "Sorry I be late, I was puttin' a wee spin on me newest addition to me newest addition, savvy?" she said with a Cheshire cat grin. "Nay worry though, I promise it dun do anything else to me power or soon-ta-be control," she added, flashing him her ankle so he could see and continued grinning. "Be we startin' so I can use me new power properly? And better question yet, do ye have ear plugs for when I do?"
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jun 6, 2010 0:51:09 GMT -5
"Oh, oh my goodness. Kat! You can speak again, zhis much so far ees vonderful!" He spun in his seat to shut down the playback and spun the chair back to face her again. "Akh, no vorries about zhe time." He waved his hand as if to shoo away something insignificant. A glance at the clock showed him some considerable time had indeed passed as he had watched his Paragons training session. He hadn't even realized it as he was intently watching and making notes.
"Vell, zhe good news is zhat no von else has the room reserved, so ve can get you zhe practice you need." He stood up and stretched. "Ah, zhat feels gooot. Now let's see.. hmm, vhat to load, vhat to load. Ah-HAaa! OK, head on down und I vill join you in a second." He loaded the Everlasting Wild~West Shootout Saloon program that Mason had been the inspiration for him to develop all those years ago. As a grin came on his face he started the program on level Zero, with level up progression in active mode.
With a ~BaMf~ he dropped down right next to Kat, in the middle of the huge chamber below, just before the light faded in the interior of the Danger Room. "Brace yourself child, zhis is an old program, so I forget some of zhe details." Then there was blackness and when the light returned before them was a dusty place. It was like a scene out of 'The Quick and the Dead', tumble weeds rolling and spurs making their ka-ching sound as men walked along the street. "Ahh yes, zhe sights zhe smells, zhe heat of zhe day." It all was coming back to him. "Come.. zhis vay."
As he led her to the Saloon at the far end of town he began to tell her a bit of how this program worked. "Now viss ziss program nozhing happens until you are ready. You start it und vonce started it vill continue to level up until it defeats you. Eet's basically glorified target practice, so it vill force you to focus zhat sonic scream of yours. I don't vant you to do zhis huge area effect like you did out back of the school, so try your best to point und shoot. In ozher vords, you must project your voice.. like in acting class, ja?" His eyes widened as he looked at her walking beside him. He smiled as he nodded to her, in hopes he would see some hint of understanding on her face.
Not watching where he was going he walked right into a feller. He was a little guy and Kurt almost knocked him down, but his Spidey-fast reflexes allowed him to react and grab the man before he fell on his tuchas. "Oh, pardon me." He said as he dusted he man's clothing off where he had grabbed him and proceeded to walk around him. "As in zhe last session you trained in everyzhing here is interactive, so allow yourself to become immersed in it, it is all part of zhe method to training here. Like a championship sports team, ve must practice as ve play. Ah! Here ve are."
He held her up before they entered the swinging doors of the saloon looking at her from head to toe before he said. "In fact, let's do zhis right! Computer! Ve need appropriate clothing for zhis." Instantly they found themselves sheathed in holographic adornments, Nightcrawler as a gunslinger and Lymited~Ink as a dancehall girl. "Meh, not bad. Let's get you singing shall ve?" He led her into the Saloon, the smells and sound delighting their senses.
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Post by Lymited~Ink on Jun 6, 2010 1:26:36 GMT -5
"Hm," Kat said as she looked around her new surroundings, not sure if she was liking the western setting. It was...too dry and not the kind of setting she cared for, although when she looked down at her new outfit she decided that maybe it wasn't so bad. "In't bad...the outfit I mean," she said, looking up from her new outfit to see the inside of the saloon she and Nightcrawler had just walked into.
The smell of alcohol tickled Kat's nose and she giggled, her eyes wandering to the bar where there was a cute bartending cowboy serving up beers and other drinks to a bunch of cowboys sitting at the bar. Some of them were rather fat, and some were quite skinny, but they all wore practically the same thing. She tilted her head as she observed the rest of the room, the smell of cigar and cigarettes burning mixed in with the alcohol, along with the other less noticeable smells she could pick up. There was the constant chatter of the cowboys talking amongst themselves, and jingling sounds as they moved their feet and walked around.
As she and Nightcrawler continued further into the saloon, Kat eyed the bar again, as well as the bartender, although she looked away before Nightcrawler could catch her looking that way. She surveyed the saloon's patrons and found one that was particularly...unappealing. She crinkled her nose at the fat, pudgy looking cowboy, making a partially grossed out face as she raised her pointer finger to indicate who she was talking about. "Bloody hell, this one be UUUUUUglyyyy," she said, the last word sang out with the high pitch needed to start up the program. Nightcrawler had said to start it when she was ready, but she couldn't resist pointing out how bad looking she thought that particular cowboy looked. There was the loud echoing of the word resonating unrestrained throughout the whole saloon, and it looked like she got everyone's attention. They all groaned in pain, clutching their ears and turning to glare at the sound's source.
"So Cap'n, now that I got their attention, care to be tellin' me how I oughta refine it to the ugly barnacle I was talkin' about? Sorry 'bout that, by the way," Kat said, laughing somewhat sheepishly for a second realizing she had to have hurt Nightcrawler's hearing too before looking at the angry cowboys, eyes wide as if she were bewildered at the sight. Though the cowboys were in pain, she thought she saw one of them starting to draw a gun with one hand while the other still clutched one ear. "Oh, bugger."
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jun 6, 2010 2:13:11 GMT -5
"Zhat vould be zhe high 'C'... if you took note!" Kurt spoke his clever pun a little louder than he needed to as he clutched at his ears in pain. "Now it does apper zhat zhe program is active, so be on your guard. Zhey vont draw yet, since it is geared to your bio-rhythm und you are not in place yet, but vonce you set foot on zhe stage be prepared."
He looked around at everyone who was recovering from the sonic attack and straightened up himself. "Project AT zhe spot you vant to hit. Zhe goal is to disarm everyvon who draws on you und not vound zhem ozhervise. I know zhe temptation vill be fierce, but try und resist eet. Remember, aim small miss small, Mel Gibson stole zhat von from me."
He placed a hand on her shoulder as a token of good luck and then he started to walk over to the bar. Stopping and turning on his heels he said "I vill be right over zhere, just to keep you honest, so no vild shootin Tex.. now get up on zhat stage und sing for us dancegirl." He chuckled at the thought of Mason having to run through this in he same location, but it was different for him.
He had faced this program many times, as the bartender, the piano player, a carpet bagger, a gambler, a patron of the painted ladies, and later as he became more proficient with it, a drunk at the bar. In that scenario his reflexes and senses were tricked by the program into a false state of inebriation. It was a clever upgrade that Mason himself had jokingly mentioned and Kurt had taken him up on the challenge to implement it.
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Post by Lymited~Ink on Jun 7, 2010 0:42:11 GMT -5
Lips pursed, Kat surveyed the room again now that the program had been started with her kind description of that certain cowboy. She watched as Nightcrawler walked off to sit at the bar and look as if he got instantly drunk, or at least lightheaded looking. She pouted slightly, a little jealous that it couldn't have been her, but she looked away from him and lazily looked over the room again.
"Aye," she said, raising an eyebrow slightly as she casually made her way over to the stage. Looking at the crowd, she realized they were watching her, and she rolled her eyes to look at the stage instead, seeing it empty with a light shining on the wooden floor and a lone western microphone on a stand waiting for her. She heaved a sigh as she walked on to step up to the platform and turned to face the crowd.
The corner of Kat's mouth curled up slightly as she saw the fat ugly cowboy get up first, having heard very clearly the comment directed at him. He reached under his too-large belly to snag the gun hanging off his belt and Kat's eyes narrowed slightly. "This'un's a li'l varmint! Insultin' a cowboy's appearance is worse'n tellin' him his horse is lame!" he said, drawing his gun and raising it to aim at Kat, who smirked at seeing the next thing to say to him to get him just a little bit angrier.
"Don't know mate, but your horse is lame toooooOOOOOO!" she sang, turning the sentence into a line of a song she made up on the spot, letting the last word hit the right note as she looked directly at his ugly face, hoping slightly that by just looking and focusing on a certain person would create the desired effect of honing it down instead of having it be one big aimless attack. She watched as he clutched his ears, dropping his gun onto the table he stood up from, but she saw that it had affected the other cowboys at his table as well, and doing so had gotten them angry.
Once she saw them recover quickly enough and start to draw and aim their guns, Kat had to think of a song where there was a lot of high pitched notes, or at least a song she could put a spin on to knock all these whining cowboys silly, and maybe deaf.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jun 7, 2010 23:44:39 GMT -5
Kurt shook his head at her, frowning slightly. Breaking character from his drunk routine for a moment to raise a hand, finger extended like a pistol and pantomime her power shooting it from his grasp. "Zuh shootin' hand leibshe- uh, darlin. Ja!?!" He hollered up to her on the stage above all the noise in the crowded saloon. He was trying to do a southern accent, but the German in his words shoved it's way through to be heard loud and clear in the mix of it all.
He knew her shot was way too wide, he saw the blast pattern in waves of destruction. It was impressive and she had harnessed it somewhat, but she needed to focus more, tighten it way down. It would come to her he trusted but not before she ran out of options and out of time. He knew how it would end, that much he didn't forget, he just forgot the order of where the gunmen came in from. There were so many doors into the big main room of the saloon.
Of course there was the swinging doors at the front, but then there were all the rooms upstairs and the room to the back and he forgot what level it was that everyone stood up all at once and started shooting from their tables but he knew if she made too many more mistakes that would be coming up soon. The way it was set up was that the more times she didn't just disarm someone but hurt them, or an innocent bystander.. which the program registered as anyone who wasn't actively drawing a weapon, the level went up. So too did the aggression of all those present.
He remembered back to when Mason was at the point where the program no longer challenged him. He'd be squared off against the entire saloon on purpose. He hoped Kat pulled it together before she was there because she wasn't ready for that yet and the holographic bullets got to hurting worse and worse as the levels went up too. Right about now he 'rekoned' they would feel like a bee sting, but a few levels up and they would really start to hurt. Usually the way this scenario ended was right in that final moment of decision. That was when the bullets caused unconsciousness from the pain. He was grateful though that they never broke the skin.
He brought two fingers up and into his mouth to whistle. "YeHawl, you all. Zhat filly can sing dere.. ja.. pilgrims?" He said, slipping back into his affected mannerisms as a drunk cowpoke, distracting the patrons for a moment and winking at Lymited~Ink to buy her a little more time to focus. Shaking his gun hand again as if it had been shot he mouthed the words 'Dis-ARM Them' at her before leaning back against the bar in a purposefully off balanced way knocking his bar stool over into the next gunslinger who was drawing for her. "Voopsie, sorry`bout dat pardner" he said throwing the man's shot way off and grinning at the classic scene of the piano player's beer getting shot. Ja, I adore zhis program. Vait until she see's Clint Eastvood und John Vayne come a strollin in mitt all zhe ozher Hollyvood cowboys I put in here too.
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Post by Lymited~Ink on Jun 20, 2010 1:46:10 GMT -5
Kat watched Nightcrawler fall drunkenly all over himself, but caught what he meant for her to do. She grinned her Cheshire Cat grin and let out a high pitched giggle as she made her fingers into a gun and aimed at the next cowboy she saw drawing a gun, going for the arm that was working to get out his pistol and shoot at her. She pointed at him, intending that her aim this time would not be as broad as the last sonic blast was, even though that was more concentrated than it had been. It was not as precise as a bullet would have been had the cowboy been able to shoot her, so it didn't hit directly in the arm, but it did hit him more in his chest, knocking him back and making him yell in pain.
As he fell back Kat saw that others were starting to replace him in drawing their guns at her and aiming to shoot, and because the guy fell back into someone else and started a small domino effect, it fueled her giggles, keeping them high pitched and coming. She pointed at them one by one, as if she were mocking the movies where people mock-shot a bunch of people. She hit a couple of them, but realized she didn't get them all when she felt a sharp sting on her hip. "OI!" she yelped, stepping back as she saw the poxy cur who got her. He was smirking, and then laughing at her heartily at her reaction and elbowed a guy next to him who was more interested in his drink despite the big hullabaloo going on around him. It was safe to say he was a little bit drunk, and being nudged made him a little cranky.
Kat rubbed her hip as she watched the drunk guy shove the one who got his attention and got into a fight. It was comical enough to ignore the sting, especially when his head met with the table. Kat began giggling again and aimed for the rest who looked like they were about to shoot at her again. She maintained the high pitched giggle as she pointed at them. "Ahahaha, I'll get ye all ye mangy rats!" she giggled, watching as her sonic giggles hit the cowboys, her aim improving especially as it was going person by person and though she wasn't really specifically aiming at the arms anymore since the chest worked well enough.
She saw someone moving at the corner of her eye, but she knew that she was running out of breath to keep her giggles going. Instead, she seemed to stumble back when she saw the skinny, grungy looking cowboy reach out to shoot at her, feeling a single sting as she narrowly missed his bullet. "How be I doin', Cap'NNN?" she yelled out, reaching that pitch again as she let herself complain about the sting, aiming for the stupid bilge creature who shot her.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jun 26, 2010 14:31:13 GMT -5
Nightcrawler ran a three fingered hand down his face in defeat. He had tried to show her what she was to aim for and had gone as far as to distract the computer to give her a chance to set up for her next series of shots, but there was little hope he feared. Tragically her loose aim proved him right and all of the damage she had inflicted on the computer gunmen was flipping her up levels faster than it could compensate for and he saw what was coming. Before he could react the incoming rounds from the gunslingers who had already shot impacted with Kat. The first a sting like the previous ones, but then the next several quickly became more painful. From a sting to a burn, then a stab up to the feeling of being shot with a nailgun and having a roofing nail sticking out of her flesh. He saw her face contort No more, zhis has gone on long enough, zhe poor leibshen has outdone herself he decided to cut short her pain as he teleported to her. ~ba-BAamff~ [/b][/size][/i][/color] "Ach meine Güte!! Child I have you." He grabbed her around the waist, as the most vicious of the shots racked her body, and teleported her off the stage and closer to the swinging doors. The uproar and general free for all nature of the program let the inhabitants of the saloon interact and fight with one another, but the main focus was always the student, except for the end of the program which was set to initiate by Kurt's own stuttered double teleport. He knew what was coming, but his acting made it seem like the first time, and he played the scene with great shock and quite a bit of facial panic. The man who her team leader had nearly walked into on the street came bursting in through the swinging doors and with cold precision placed his Colt Dragoon Revolver to the X-man's head right behind his ear lobe. Moment of truth Kat, can you follow directions? Vhen a life is on zhe line vill you do as you are told or vill you decide your own vay? He already knew what she would do and he braced for the inevitable, for if she failed to disarm this man clearly and precisely he would pull the trigger and the simulation would end. There was only two ways it could go and he knew it was going to hurt when she missed the mark.
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