[open log] Leadership Camp!

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Characters: Everyone and some people who we’re pretending exist in canon
Setting: The Danger Room
Content: There’s no I in Team when you’re taking down a Sentinel.
Status: Open and incomplete.
Notes: In order to get some vaguely even numbers, Kayt and Bria decided to throw some NPCs in there. If you have one on your team, make use of them! They won’t bite. Besides that, everyone just have fun with this! Kick some shiny metal ass!


By now, the students had definitely learned to be apprehensive when Emma and Logan were waiting for them in the Danger Room with those amused smirks.

“We’ll be doing something a bit different today and possibly for some of the foreseeable future. You’ll be split into teams of four to take on a Sentinel,” Emma greeted the students calmly despite how drastically they were changing the morning sessions.

“Some of you have shown your stuff as leaders, some of you can follow orders well. All of you need to exercise your ability to do both. We’ve split you up into four teams, each team will be delegated a leader for the session. If you are a leader, you will lead. If you are not,” Logan’s eyes fell heavily on a few choice students, “you will follow orders.”

“Those of you who are not a part of the current simulation will observe from the control room and take note of what works and what does not works for the other teams. You may find this useful for your own runs.”

“Keep tight, work together. Leadership is not about taking the glory for yourself,” another pointed look at more choice students, “following orders is not about letting someone else do the hard work. If you have any ideas about showboating or dragging ass there will be consequences.” As if he wasn’t clear enough, Logan illustrated his point with an ominous sound that every student understood: ’SNIKT

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Re: Team 3: Iceman, Wither, Pyro, Cannonball

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby's focused on the sentinel he's distracting, but he's got his eye out for his teammates, taking note of what they're doing and where they are. As he loops around behind the now-blinded sentinel, he makes his way over to John and the blistering streams of flame that obscure the thing he's fighting. He has to shout to make his orders heard over the roar of the fire and the sounds of Sam smashing his fists into metal.]

Pyro, pull back, see what kind of damage you can do to those newer models. I'll take over here.

[Bobby skids expertly off his slide and into place near John, hands already up, cooling the air around him. The heat is intense and it saps his energy; he has to concentrate hard and draw on the moisture from the lake. Soon it's cool enough for him to really start blasting the sentinel with ice. He looks briefly over his shoulder and yells to Sam.]

On my signal!

Re: Team 3: Iceman, Wither, Pyro, Cannonball

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, great. Off to heat up the next one. One that's not in the ground yet, so goodie for John. He sneers a little but does as he's told, yelling to Kevin as he makes his way over to the other Sentinels.]

Hey, Wither! You wanna give a guy some back-up?

[Fire ignites in his palms and he waits until Kevin's caught up with him a little, smirking at his friend.]

I'll provide the fire, you take some of the heat.

here, see, I can torture all your kids equally.

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Wither raises his hand to deaden the heat in the air around them, dropping to one knee and corroding the earth beneath them so that they sink into the ground, recessed and protected from the sentinel's blasts. He can't do too much else to give cover, aside from be an extra set of eyes.

Of course, his eyes spot only too late the fact that Pyro's flames have started to not superheat the Sentinel's exterior, but actually start to melt it, sizzling, molten globs raining from the sky.]

Uhhh...John, [He looks up, pointing to the sentinel, it's exterior dripping down around them, the wires exposed beneath.] Maybe we should find some better cover...

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Wither's words are punctuated by the sound of the older Sentinel shattering - one super-powered hit from Cannonball and the thing smashes apart.

Bobby speeds over to the other two, freezing and blasting aside any molten bits of Sentinel that threaten to hit his teammates. Soon he's just a few feet behind them, face strained as he moves faster to keep them all safe.]

Pyro, tone it down!