xmutanthigh | [closed log] There's a first time for everything, even in the Danger Room...

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[closed log] There's a first time for everything, even in the Danger Room...

Characters: Emma Frost, Dazzler
Setting: The Danger Room, eleven am. Sharp.
Content: Training faces are awesome faces.
Status: Incomplete and open.

[Ali's a good five minutes early for her session with Emma, a little terrified of what the white queen would do to her if she was tardy. Half a bottle of aspirin, countless litres of water and a little help from Josh keeping her hangover at bay.

The White Queen is waiting, arms crossed over her chest, peering at Ali from centre of the Danger Room.]

So fill me in, Emma. What are we doing here?

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[Ali shrugs, considering what would be a useful illusion, and then grins. Holding out her forearm, a thin circle of purple light glows against it, two projections from it wrapping around her arm, taking on the appearance of brown leather straps. She narrows her eyes and focuses, the shield taking a more classic, galvanized appearance of steel though still tinted purple.

In her other hand, she's given herself a broadsword to brandish, long and lethal, the burnished metal glowing, alight with a purple flame.]

How's this?

[Emma's word of the day here is officially 'interesting'. She doesn't say it though and merely nods as she programs the Danger Room to produce three tall metallic figures- robots essentially. They're here to attack and distract.] Maintain your focus and defend yourself at the same time.

[Ali watches, puzzled, as the robots' hands morph into guns. She raises her shield to protect against the barrage of bullets. She's surprised at how effective it is, and she stays crouched behind it until the first assault has died down. She takes a deep breath, springing into action, charging at one and raising the broadsword, hoping that it'll actually penetrate and do some damage and not just pass through the machines like a flimsy ghost.]

Here goes nothin'...

[She closes her eyes and drives the tip of the projection deep into the mechanical abdomen of one of the machines. She freezes for a second, then opens one eye just a slit. The sword has, indeed, plunged deep into her opponent and the thing is crackling and sparking around the projection. Ali steps back just a little to admire her work, impressed and surprised with herself. Her face brightens with a devilish grin and she raises the shield to cover her face, emitting a photon pulse from the holographic blade, blowing the metallic creature apart from the inside.]

Oh, buddy, you're toast.

You do have more than one opponent, Alison. [Emma's leaning casually against the wall of the Danger Room. Her entire demeanor was calm, even bordering on bored. Both of the other robots are already advancing on her from behind, guns at the ready.] Don't allow yourself to become so cocky.

[Cocky. Yes, Ali's being cocky. It's going to get her into trouble. Like, now. A stray bullet pegs her shoulder and her projections flicker, faltering for a second. She lets the sword vanish, maintaining her focus on holding the shield between her and her attackers. She throws two photons with a side arm pitch, pegging only one of the attackers, knocking it back. This two on one is a little more challenging than she was expecting, her focus is splintering, her eyes losing focus momentarily.

She grits her teeth, pulling herself together, reigning in every sonic vibration she can to charge herself up. She surveys her opponents, noting the slim red optic band in place of eyes. She grins, her tongue poking out between her teeth, free hand forming the unmistakable horns of rock. Her unbound fingertips alight, a slender, hot laser emitting from each tip. She takes a deep breath and holds her hand aloft, aiming for the eyes]

[It's a damaging strike, not a crippling one. Robots aren't as easily taken out with headshots like humans. The guns are going again. Ali's particular style of combat is a bit... flashy for Emma's tastes but if it is effective, she won't say much. The robots have split up now, attacking from different angles.]

[Ali grunts, cursing under her breath, trying to hold the projection, fire off more photon pulses, and keep from being turned into swiss cheese. It's taxing her pretty heavily, she's starting to feel a little weak, dizzy. Her vision is swimming and suddenly there's an extra two robots in front of her.

She fights, tucking and rolling to try and get a photon blast at the knees, but she hits wide, just grazing her attacker. She gets swatted hard by one of them, skidding toward the wall. She drops the shield projection, protecting her face with her forearms, her palms throwing up a thick, hard wall of purple light, emitting intermittent photon pulses from the exterior surface to keep her opponents at bay.]

[Emma can tell that Ali's had enough for the day. She's seen enough to begin forming some sort of training plan for the younger woman anyways. She ends the simulation with a short command, the robots vanishing almost instantaneously.] Well. Power endurance is certainly one of the things we'll be working on in the future.

Good plan. [Ali leans hard on her hands, dragging herself up to standing, wiping her hand across her mouth, frowning at the small spots of blood she finds when she pulls it away. She looks over at Emma, holding herself tall and upright, even though all she wants is to collapse back onto the floor. She's a little disappointed that she couldn't hold her own in the simulation. She looks at her shoes, wiping her damp hair from her brow.]

Anything I can work on, between now and next time?

Mmm, just see how long you can maintain illusions when you're not distracted. That should serve as a decent enough exercise outside of the Danger Room. [She glances down at Ali's wounds before continuing.] And make sure you find Mr. Foley in the near future.

Right. Foley. Got it. [Ali nods, stumbling a little as she starts walking to the exit, holding the shoulder that got pegged. She catches herself, determined not to embarrass herself any further in front of Emma.] I'm gonna go...do that...now.

Probably a smart idea. Oh and Alison? [Emma waits until she stops and turns.] You did well today.

[Ali nods, smiling happily. She needs a pat on the back once in a while.] Thanks. I'll work on the projections. When're we back in class again?

[It's one of the benefits of becoming one of Emma's favourites: you get those pats on the back every now and then.] The day after tomorrow at the same time.

Got it. [Ali hisses at her shoulder wound, looking down at it.] Okay. Finding Josh is sounding better and better every second. Thanks, Emma.

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[closed log] There's a first time for everything, even in the Danger Room...

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