X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Totoro on 26-01-2017, 12:33:04</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>26-01-2017, 12:33:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement </strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7b/ac/04/7bac04d639021e1c1a26d6024dce0679.jpg)</div><br>The X-Mansion has a surprisingly expansive sub basement containing many of the necessary things for the operating 'Active Duty' X-Men themselves. This area is highly advanced made of almost entirely cold steel and white lighting, a stark contrast to the quaint decor upstairs. There is a danger room, complete with holograms, drones and other equipment designed to test and train aspiring X-Men. The hanger, containing their SR-71 Lockheed Blackbird. Cerebro, an incredibly powerful machine Charles can use to enhance his telepathy and see every mind on earth at once. A holding cell for any would be intruders to be contained before being taken away, and the control room which includes an assortment of behind the scenes cameras and equipment that monitors the mansion as well as a large table for meetings between the X-Men before they take part in operations. <br><br><strong>Current Time Period:</strong> Monday 15th - Sunday 21st September, 2017<br><br><strong>Post format:</strong><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200)</div><strong>Name:</strong> (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br><strong>Location:</strong> (Where are they?)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br><strong>Content:</strong> (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. Don't post smut outside of the specific thread.)<br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr]<br>[floatleft][img height=200]https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br>[b]Location:[/b] (Where are they?)<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br>[b]Content:[/b] (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. Don't post smut outside of the specific thread.)<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">OOC Thread Links:</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Recruitment Thread</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261698.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">OOC Chat</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261903.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wanted Adds</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262276.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">X-Men Character Sheets (PC's)</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brotherhood of Mutants Character sheets (NPC's)</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261921.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Worldbuilding Thread</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261694.msg12908401#msg12908401)</div></div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>IC Thread Links:</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Hub Thread</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262224.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The X-Mansion</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262264.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Student Dormitories and Teacher's Rooms</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262267.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The X-Mansion Grounds</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262268.0)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Academic Classrooms</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262269.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Mutant Studies Classes</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262270.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262271.0)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Smut Thread</span></strong> &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262272.0)</div></div></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 19:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/14/bf/68/14bf68dc080d4493cbcc4ba3f56fc4e2.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong>Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-Basement Locker Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; 1|9|2017, 1:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> Piotr is getting ready for a Danger Room session<br></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">One of Piotr's favorite things in this world was training, pushing his body to the limit and then finding a way to push himself beyond that. He was Russian, born and raised on a farm. So hard work was who he was, it was in his blood. The Danger Room just made it so hard work, was also incredibly fun and helped train a person to simply be better. Like usual, he was quite a bit early and was down in the Sub-Basement taking a shower(he'd spent four hours tending the fields this morning before the sun came up and was a bit dirty). <br><br>After his shower, he went into the locker room to dry off. The whole time he was humming Russian songs to no one but himself to pass the time while he toweled himself off. Once he was finished, he made sure no one was around before removing his towel and walking across the room to drop it in the laundry bin. Now that he was finally confident that he was alone, he took his time striding back to his locker. He put in the combination and opened it; inside were a few things.<br><br>&nbsp;Pictures of his family, a special plant that could bloom in darkness, a souvenir from his first battle; etc... He ignored all that though and looked at the several suits hanging in front of him. Like most of the team, he had multiple uniforms. Today, he figured he'd go with the Classic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/29/05/93/290593f4be6b2bc87c35c4262e912c9d.jpg). It had been quite a while since he pulled out the short shorts. Besides, if anyone had the body to pull it off, it was Colossus. Satisfied with his choice, he slipped on some boxers.<br><br>&nbsp;Then he started to slip on the chest piece. For some odd reason, his mind drifted to Kitty and a blush suddenly rushed across his cheeks at the thought of her catching him here in just boxers. He wasn't sure if he could handle the embarrassment, but seeing her was always a pleasure for Pete, so he figured he'd be able to handle it on the extremely off chance she somehow found her way in here.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 21:01:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8f/fe/27/8ffe27353075f0697190ca2a8700bf7d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-basement locker room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 01/09/2017 13:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Whoops<br><hr><br>The day had been kind of dragging for Kitty. Classes in the morning had left her bored, going through the things she needed in order to graduate. Sometimes she wondered what the point of it was. After all, it wasn't like she would be going to a college and getting a job like a normal human. She was a mutant, that world was shut off to her officially. <br><br>Of course, the chance to go through Danger Room exercises was something she jumped at. Having dressed at the beginning of the day in grey skinny jeans, converse, and a black tank top with black leather jacket, she obviously hadn't thought she would be doing anything in the danger room today. Still, the invitation had come, and she wouldn't dream of missing it. It was going to be nice to see how the updates her and David had worked on worked out. There was also the chance that Piotr would be there.<br><br>Never would she admit that she had a thing for a member of the staff. Still, there was something about the man humans knew as Colossus. He was huge, yet quiet and gentle. And when he looked at her, it stirred something deep down inside her she refused to acknowledge. She never told anyone about it, not even Salem. How could she? Piotr was a member of the staff...really, the two of them getting together was a taboo, wasn't it?<br><br>It was this thought that riddled her as she made her way downstairs to the locker rooms. Kitty figured she was early enough that nobody else was around, so she would just take the shortcut through the men's locker room. Besides, it was always fun to tease the boys with it on occasion. <br><br>What she didn't expect was to see the object of her hidden desires towelling down and putting n boxers as she walked through the door on her way to the women's locker room. The sudden sight of him in all his magnificence had her stopping short, a gasp escaping her. Brown eyes widened as cheeks turned a bright red. "Oh!" It was all she could think to say as she stood, frozen in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>27-01-2017, 22:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/14/bf/68/14bf68dc080d4493cbcc4ba3f56fc4e2.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong>Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-Basement Locker Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; 1|9|2017, 1:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ummmmm<br></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> He still wasn't sure how he felt about Kitty. Obviously(to him...maybe her) he felt strongly. <em>Very</em> strongly. But he was a simple man in a way, and this was not a simple situation. It was infinitely complicated. Firstly there was a six year age gap between them. Not insurmountable, but it was noticeable. Second, and probably most important though was that he was a teacher and she was a student.<br><br>&nbsp;It was simply deemed inappropriate. But...well he didn't agree. People should be able to be with who they want, as long as there was no crime involved like she was far too young or it was against her will. But from what he could glean, Kitty seemed to share at least a few of his feelings. But how could he say something to her? <br><br>How could he just come out and say that she made his heart skip a beat when he saw her. He longed to feel the touch her hand held gently in his. He wanted to curl up in front of the fire and just talk. She made him want to paint her. And that was a very rare thing for Piotr. "Gaaah, why is this so hard?! <acronym title="Dammit all">Проклятье все!</acronym> Lost as he was in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice Kitty enter.<br><br>&nbsp;Okay, he didn't notice her; not at all. Not until she gasped, causing him to turn and face her full on, tights still in his hands, boxers barely containing him. <em>Dammit, Bobby, of all the times to shrink my clothes,</em> he thought to himself while offering Kitty a nervous laugh. His cheeks were bright red too, and after looking at her for a moment, he realized he was nearly naked and brought his uniform down to cover him. "Uhhhh, Kitty. I won't complain," he said trying to keep the very weird situation light. "But you know this is the men's locker room, da?" He hadn't even realized he took a step closer to her.<br><br></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 00:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8f/fe/27/8ffe27353075f0697190ca2a8700bf7d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-basement locker room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 01/09/2017 13:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Whoops<br><hr><br>She had meant to run. Really...she had meant to bolt as soon as she realized it was a staff member...and Piotr worse of all. Good god, but he looked amazing. And in those small boxers, Kitty was certainly able to tell that Piotr was...ahem...very gifted. Kitty seemed fascinated with this fact, considering she was having a hard time tearing her gaze away. <br><br>It was only when he spoke that she realized that he was talking to her, and stating a rather obvious fact. Immediately she lifted her gaze to his face, her cheeks becoming an even brighter shade of red. It took her a moment to realize that he had moved closer...and that fact didn't help her rattled nerves. "I uhh....I was just..." she pointed to the wall, as if that explained everything. "...headed to um...girls locker room." <br><br>There! That was an explanation, right? Not really...she was still standing in the middle of a locker room of the wrong gender. "Was just uhh...taking a short cut to my uh..." for some reason. The word "locker" completely slipped her mind. Her brain in general wasn't working. Piotr was closer to her, and it took her a second to catch her breath. Were this anyone...<em>anyone</em> else, Kitty wouldn't be having this problem. Fingers danced together as she worked on the word she wanted to say, finally stammering it out. "...locker! That's it!"<br><br>Could this get any worse?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 04:22:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/14/bf/68/14bf68dc080d4493cbcc4ba3f56fc4e2.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong>Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-Basement Locker Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; 1|9|2017, 1:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ummmmm<br></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> It said something to Piotr's character that for a moment, he was completely innocent. Here he was in his boxers, with a student who was the subject of his dreams for the past year, only a few feet away. And he thought things were just, awkward, but nothing untoward. And then he noticed her gaze wasn't on his icy blue eyes. Instead it was cast downward, right at his...<em>oh</em>. He blushed even harder, and wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed, or proud she seemed to be getting quite a good look.<br><br>&nbsp;When she finally looked up, he gulped when he saw that her cheeks were just as red as his. That was a good thing, right? He felt like he knew that it was. But something about Kitty just made his brain want to shut down. He couldn't think straight around her. Why did she have this power over him? She finally found her words after he pointed out the obvious and told her just where they were...as if him in designer boxers(they were really comfortable under his uniform) wasn't a dead giveaway.<br><br>&nbsp;She stumbled through an explanation that, when he pieced it together basically told him that she used her powers to cut through the men's locker room, to get to the women's instead of walking all the way around. It took him several long moments for those thoughts to register though, because seeing her blushing and so flustered just made his heart flutter. "Ah...ah yes. That, yes. That makes much sense. Through is easier than <strong>around</strong>." He paused when a clanking noise echoed through the otherwise empty room, and suddenly he was a foot taller and completely made of metal.<br><br>&nbsp;Even without pupils, he managed to look embarrassed, and quickly changed back to normal. "I...I uh. I didn't mean to do that. Even now it sometimes happens...when I'm <em>nervous</em>." And he was in fact so nervous, he'd completely forgotten to put on the clothes he still held in his hand. But for now, even as nervous as he was, he was having a wonderful time looking into her eyes.<br><br></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 07:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8f/fe/27/8ffe27353075f0697190ca2a8700bf7d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-basement locker room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 01/09/2017 13:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Whoops<br><hr><br>Damn...he had caught her staring. Damn damn <strong>damn</strong>! Why him? Why...out of EVERY mutant at the school did she have to run into HIM?! Everyone else she was able to keep her cool. She had no issues with her chill, and even seemed to make everyone else flustered. But Piotr flustered her. It was just the way he looked at her. Those piercing eyes seemed to look right into her very soul, making her feel vulnerable. <br><br>Of course, the spell seemed to break slightly as he shifted, growing and turning into metal. The shift there and back would have full lips curling into a small smile, and she glanced down after noting the look of embarrassment on his face. What had caused the change? Was it her? Wa he showing off, or just as nervous as she was? She seriously thought she was dreaming it up, but for some reason she felt some sort of strange sexual tension. <br><br>"It's uhh....it's okay. But I should umm...get back. To the girls locker room. To change." She was starting to babble...and that realization made it worse, because it was hard to stop once she started. "You know...into my uniform. There's a uh...Danger Room excersize coming up. I uhh...signed up for it. Trying to hone my skills, you know." She made a little karate pose, trying to back-pedal towards the wall. She needed to get some space between them. If she didn't, she would just keep babbling. "Hiya..." A silly grin came to her lips as she called out the phrase made famous by Bruce Lee. Of course, it was an issue, because she wasn't paying attention, and ended up backing into an open locker.<br><br>The clang filled the otherwise empty room, and Kitty immediately lost her footing, falling into the locker with a squeek. Arms were flung forward, and loosing hr balance, she ended up on her cute little tushie right on the floor of the locker. She grunted after, and looked up sheepishly to him. "I uhh....get clumsy when I get nervous too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 08:45:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/14/bf/68/14bf68dc080d4493cbcc4ba3f56fc4e2.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong>Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-Basement Locker Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; 1|9|2017, 1:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ummmmm<br></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> He still couldn't get over the fact that Kitty had been gawking at his package. Her jaw had practically been hanging, which in all honesty had Pete as giddy as a...as a man whose crush just got caught staring at his junk, he supposed. Even after his transformation, she smiled. She was so cheerful and fun and just...<em>something</em> beyond description caught every positive emotion he had. He nodded slowly, licking his lips and somehow keeping unblinking eyes locked on hers once her excuse started.<br><br>&nbsp;She started to prattle on, and it was absolutely adorkable watching her slowly improvise line after line just to keep the topic on anywhere but the charged tension between them right now. He felt like he could cut it with a knife and show it off; that's how thick it was. He watched her back away, and make Kung-Fu poses, and stumble through this and that...he almost didn't see the locker. <em>His</em> locker. "Stop!," but it was too late. She tripped and fell backward into his locker. He grimaced at the noise...but at least his locker smelled good; like fresh cut grass and cinnamon. He dropped his uniform and went over to her, bending down to offer her his hand. <br><br>There was a sheepish grin on his face, and his cheeks were still scarlet. "I know you signed up for the session, <em>Katya</em>. I'm running it. And if you want...I could help with your skills. I'm quite good in a fight." It was then he realized he was taking things far too literal. He cleared his throat and grasped her hand, then pulled her up. She was so light that he accidentally pulled her against him. His hand still held hers and he was too stunned by the sudden closeness he didn't let go. "I uh...I don't want to make you nervous. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt every time you walked in on me with just my shorts on," he managed to get out to ease some of the awkwardness from the room. And to keep his mind off the beautiful girl pressed against his nearly nude frame.<br></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 19:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/7/77/Colossus_Phoenix.png/revision/latest?cb=20120706031536)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Rooom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; John(Hellion), X-23, Shadowcat, Psylocke, Darwin, Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Danger Room session</span><br><hr><br>Piotr had been talking to David/John about a Danger Room session. And after he solidified the idea in his head, he decided to put it up on the bulletin board and send out a mass text asking any of the students if they'd like to join. Unsurprisingly, a few students signed up. The Danger Room after all was essentially a holographic playground. And most students loved just how fun the sessions were. Even though they were serious, they didn't have to worry about grievous injury or death when in the simulations.<br><br>&nbsp;So far they had, erm...Shadowcat. Kitty's powers allowed her to phase through solid matter, and short out any technology in the process. Cylcops of course had powerful optic beams. Darwin had an extreme evolutionary reactive power. X-23 was...she was Logan, but a girl and far less hairy. In a good way. Psylocke was an extremely powerful psionic. And of course John could alter his form to become living diamond. A pretty good team for any situation he thought. He was the first to enter the massive, silver, dome shaped chamber.<br><br>&nbsp;He stood directly in the center and tapped the holographic command console on his wrist that let people taking part in the simulations, control them at the same time. A few button prompts activated the room, and a hard light hologram of&nbsp; several mythological monsters started. Dragon, Chimera, Gargoyle, etc... Colossus looked around at them and grinned while armor plating sprang up around him, and then his skin and bones turned metallic as well. <br><br>In seconds, there was a metal giant in the creature's midst, and he roared loudly in defiance when the dragon bathed him in flames. Before they'd subsided, he rushed through and crashed into the gargoyle, slamming it hard enough to shatter the creature on impact. The chimera roared, lashing out with it's snake tail to strike him. Colossus deftly swayed to the side and threw his arm up. He slammed it down just as the head snapped past where he'd just been. With the creature locked in his grip, Colossus put both hands on the tail and yanked up, then pulled down hard. This one was dead too before it knew what had hit it. The last one left was the dragon.<br><br>&nbsp;A massive flying beast as big as a house. The creature took to the sky, circling around him and launching fireballs from time to time. Dragons were smart, and this one had seen him effortlessly kill it's friends. It would fight wisely. Colossus simply took that choice away from it though when he realized what the dragon meant to do. He bent his knees and jumped, launching himself through the air like a cannonball that slammed right into the Dragon's wing. He felt the bone shatter as both he and the monster fell.<br><br>&nbsp;On the way down, he scrambled onto it's back and made himself comfortable right behind it's head. And when they hit the ground, Colossus brought both his arms down hard on the back of the creature's skull, caving it in just as the first person entered the room. "Never exercise without a warmup. You'll cramp," he said lightly before hopping off of the creature and ending the simulation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 20:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8f/fe/27/8ffe27353075f0697190ca2a8700bf7d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-basement locker room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 01/09/2017 13:00<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Whoops<br><hr><br>The locker seemed oddly familiar to her. Not that she had been tossed into very many lockers...but this one had a rather pleasant scent to it. It took a second to realize she had ended up inside HIS locker. Piotr's. Brown eyes blinked up at him as she sheepishly slipped her much smaller hand into his own. God...he was a gentleman as well? Whomever ended up with him would be very lucky, came the rather jealous thought.<br><br>She squeeked as she ended up pressed to him. Body remained flushed to his, and her heart began hammering in her chest so hard, she swore he would be able to feel it. Small hands froze in place...one in his own, the other pressed to his chest, feeling the warmth hardness there. For a moment, her breath caught in her throat. It was the first time she had ever been this close to him, and she felt her body responding, wanting an even more intimate closeness.<br><br>At his words, she couldn't help by try to swallow hard. Dare she tell him it was actually a bit more than that? She had seen him <em>putting on</em> his shorts...and the view had been magnificent. But no...she wouldn't dare tell him that. Even if he did make her legs wobble. "I uhh...I should go..." it was the second time she had said it, though this time was without any conviction. A part of her wanted to remain rooted in place, with him against her. Even the voice she used was soft, almost breathy.<br><br>This was not how you were supposed to interact with teachers. But for some reason, Kitty couldn't stop herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>29-01-2017, 05:13:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 1:45 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> John(Hellion), X-23, Shadowcat, Psylocke, Darwin, Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Entering the danger room, checking equipment, and mentally preparing. Brief explanation of schedule break in 1st paragraph<br><hr>Salem was still getting used to being Cyclops, she'd picked up the name a few months ago during training sessions just like the one she was walking into now. The other kids around her recognized that she had one scary eye when she was wearing her combat gear, and the name stuck quickly, she came to like it just as fast. It was the first nickname she'd ever been giving that wasn't mean spirited or cruel. The leather armor that she was wearing was harder to get used to then the name. It was training gear, old blue and yellow, fit for a different woman from a different time. Salem wore it with pride, even if it wasn't as fancy or functional as the armor that the real x-men wore. Her visor was a fine tool, and she'd had years of practice with it now. Making time for the danger room session was easy. It was always good to practice with Colossus, his experience spoke volumes for him, and his fighting ability was unquestionable. She would miss one day of Classical Mechanics, but she'd already read ahead anyway, the homework wouldn't take long.<br><br>Salem could tell that Piotr was already active inside, by looking at the display on the panel outside of the danger room. She punched in a couple codes to allow mid simulation entry and walked in just in time to watch her companion take down the Dragon. She stood still, about twenty meters away as he finished it off. She smiled at him behind her visor and took a few steps toward him. <strong>"I was in the gym with the bags. My bloods boiling."</strong> She stretched her arms behind her head as she spoke. <strong>"The others aren't far behind,"</strong><br><br>Salem went from her arms to her back, and stretched down, folding herself in half. <strong>"Are there mutants in the brotherhood that can turn into dragons? Seems easy to me. "</strong> She finished her stretch and stood up, bouncing off of each foot awaiting the others to arrive. Her muscles were loose and prepared for the worst that the danger room could offer. Some kids liked to have fun here, to test out their powers, reach for their limits, and enjoy the game that they had turned it into. But, Cyclops was all business. She was here to improve, to make a statement. She felt like she could impress Piotr in this room. Being the first to show up, as on time as anyone could be, that was a good start. But punctuality wasn't everything. She would have to earn her stripes in the action as well. <br><br>Salem had seen the others that had signed up to join her in the session, and she had mixed feelings about the company. The name she was least excited to see was Laura Kinney. <em>'I don't hate Laura.'</em> Cyclops thought, stretching her neck, casually waiting. <em>'Always in my way.'</em> The read head was worried that she might clash with Laura while the adrenaline was high, that they two of them wouldn't see eye to eye again. The last thing she needed was an angry clone with claws coming after her in the cafeteria. Kitty was a welcome addition, the two of them always meshed well. A passing thought of Psylocke joining them made her weary. <em>'I've never really met her.' - 'I probably should have.' - 'It's gonna be a fun introduction.' - 'Come to think of it better than most.' </em><br><br>Salem was comfortable in silence, but quite a bit had passed now as the two of them were waiting, and she knew that others weren't always so relaxed in the valleys of conversation. She didn't know Piotr all too well, even if they had been acquainted for years. There had been memories, but he was a difficult person for her to understand. So, she thought she would try and be polite, to break the silence before the others came. <strong>"They're gonna add new salads to the menu for lunch... Should be good."</strong> She was never very good at this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 03:54:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J8PJSe0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Salem Summers | Cyclops, John Kroane/David Haller | Legion, and whoever else arrives afterwards<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura is psyched to show off her uniform, and to be in the danger room<br><hr><br>Today had been a blur for her. She'd awoken from a nightmare and went outside to take her frustration out on a tree that didn't deserve her anger. Then, she'd been surprised by Jean Grey with a new uniform, and when she'd gone back to her dorm room to try it on, she'd met her new roommate, Netty. Laura had gotten to eat breakfast thanks to Rahne, but she was still thinking curiously about the red-headed Scot, suspicious or at the very least confused by the girl's skittishness around her. Life as a student and a roommate were confusing. But life as Wolverine was simple.<br><br>Laura followed John's scent to the danger room, the freakishly large man, a splinter of a personality inside of Legion, barely a minute ahead of her. She didn't know how he did it, but Legion had a distinct scent for each one of his bodies, which was sometimes confusing as all hell to her if he switched between them too quickly. She didn't understand him, didn't like him, and her refusal to speak to him as a counselor had gotten her stuck with Xavier. She couldn't wait for him to turn into his diamond form so she could swing her claws wildly at him without any risk to his actual well-being.<br><br><strong>"Four. Four of us, Legion. Lock 'er up, it's more than enough."</strong> Her voice barked out from the hallway as the door to the danger room popped open, her keen hearing carrying his question to Colossus to her before she'd even entered the room. Laura didn't know who else was coming to this session, but she didn't care. The other three present, Colossus, Legion, Cyclops... Two of them could change their bodies to be invulnerable to her ripping claws, and the third one, Laura didn't like her all too much, and wouldn't have shed a tear if Salem got in her way. <br><br>Laura came clad in the Wolverine uniform, which she'd never been seen wearing before that moment. Besides her feminine features and long, flowing black hair, she was the spitting image of Wolverine. Laura was strong and muscular, broad at the shoulder, and terribly short, just like Logan. At 5'1", she had to stare up at each of them, especially Legion, to whom she could barely measure up to his chest. Colossus in his metal form was even taller than Legion, 28 inches taller than Wolverine herself, but their sheer bulk wasn't intimidating to her. Laura knew she was the toughest one in the room, and was ready to show it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>30-01-2017, 11:02:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/14/bf/68/14bf68dc080d4493cbcc4ba3f56fc4e2.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong>Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-Basement Locker Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; 1|9|2017, 1:00pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Content:</strong> Ummmmm<br></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> The squeak that uttered from the student rightfully frozen with uncertainty was slightly...sexy? He knew that wasn't a thought that should be going through his head at the moment, but he was a man. Sometimes his brain thought without his permission. He looked down at her tiny hand, and how perfectly it fit in his. Slowly, gently, his fingers laced into hers. It was more of an instinct than anything, but once he realized, he didn't stop. Her hands were so soft. The other was placed against his chest, and he felt her feel his heartbeat. <br><br>It skipped one, and he blushed. In the close proximity, no matter how gentlemanly Piotr was...well he was a man; a human more than anything. And biology was pretty much hardwired into the human brain and body. So being pressed up against the small, warm, wonderful smelling, soft...beautiful. Being about as physically close to Kitty as possible in just his boxers was starting to stir something in those boxers. She said she should go.<br><br>&nbsp;He barely heard her, but wasn't sure if it was because she spoke so softly, or because his pulse was thumping in his ears. <br>He nodded dumbly, trying hard to tear his gaze away from hers, but he found it impossible. "Da...you should go. You've got to...change." Now he was thinking of her in her undies. It was a lovely thought.<br><br></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>01-02-2017, 08:49:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/575/243/large/jeehyung-lee-psylocke.jpg?1463288821)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017.&nbsp; Early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Wolverine, Legion, Cyclops, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teasing.<br><hr><br><br>The walker from the locker room toward the Danger Room was one of remembrance.&nbsp; Psylocke had not donned the custom armor of her past since she had come to the University.&nbsp; She had not felt the layers of scaled armor work across her flesh or feel the subtle touch of padding against her skin.&nbsp; Even the smell brought back memories of nightly raids and silent bloodletting.&nbsp; The last time the armor had tasted blood had been when she plunged her ancient katana through the heart of Elizabeth Braddock.&nbsp; That thought, that very image near rocked her back to her knees.&nbsp; She stumbled in the hallway, pressing her forehead to the cool surface of the wall.&nbsp; Black hair laced with purple swept forward to form an inky wall of silk.&nbsp; <br><br>Gloved fingers flexed against the surface.&nbsp; The thin layers allowed her to feel the texture of the wall.&nbsp; She could feel the crevices and flaws had there been any.&nbsp; Designed to scale walls the gloves even bore settings for claws at the palm so that she could make near impossible entries.&nbsp; A fist formed and then slammed into the wall.&nbsp; Pain lanced up her limb to bring her back to this world.&nbsp; Bring her away from the last moments of life for this uniform.&nbsp; That moment when she heard the body of Elizabeth Braddock scream.&nbsp; Psylocke could not bring herself to kill her own body, the flesh her friends and family of a life so long ago had known.&nbsp; The death had been slow because she hesitated.&nbsp; She remembered both her hands coming over the hilt of the katana to brace her weight.&nbsp; She had leaned on the weapon instead of thrust it down.&nbsp; Who could kill themselves so easily?<br><br>That thought made her smile and her hair whipped back from her face.&nbsp; No tears or sorrow marred her features.&nbsp; Psylocke was not that kind of woman.&nbsp; Regret was for other people and she was not one of them.&nbsp; The door slipped open at her entry.&nbsp; Her only sound on entering the room where others gathered was that door.&nbsp; Against the floor her feet padded without sound from habit and also from the slippers that covered her feet.&nbsp; Treads of some unknown material kept her footing while also absorbing sound so that there simply was none to be had.&nbsp; Those slippers rose upward to merge into the skin tight armor that covered her legs.&nbsp; Thick and powerful her thighs flexed with each step she took guiding her in a strut over a simple walk.&nbsp; Psylocke dared to command the very space around her with confidence that she was one of the most dangerous people present.<br><br>The armor ended just before her leotard began.&nbsp; Her skin-tight material began once again though with some padding to keep at least something hidden from view.&nbsp; A peek of her thighs was allowed, though a long red sash swung into view often enough to make the peak more tantalizing.&nbsp; At her torso the material showed just how tightly it held to her body as the outline of muscles could be seen.&nbsp; Then the outfit seemed to harden and rise upward to constrain her full breasts.&nbsp; Once more a peak was allowed of her cleavage as the material was forced to open so that she could move and breathe.&nbsp; Around her breasts the material moved upward to then form a collar at her neck and hold the ensemble in place.&nbsp; At her rear the material extended down into a small extension to lay some protection across the powerful protrusion of her bottom.&nbsp; Yet the rounded curve was hardly concealed from sight as she moved past.<br><br>Full lips still held their smirk when she glanced over those already assembled.&nbsp; There seemed to be contempt there or perhaps just simple arrogance.&nbsp; Psylocke held none of the nervousness or bravado of others.&nbsp; Simply a quiet acknowledged of her abilities and an untold threat to any that challenged those skills.&nbsp; A sultry, almost tempting voice slipped from between those lips.&nbsp; <strong>So are we doing teams or is this Battle Royale?</strong>&nbsp; The last two words spoken as her eyes flickered to the hulking figure of John.&nbsp; She knew that image well as she had hunted him before and had been so close in landing her prey.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>01-02-2017, 15:47:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/X-Men-The-Last-Stand-ellen-page-733408_213_300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 01/09/2017 13:50<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Psylocke, Wolverine, Legion<br><strong>Content:</strong> Game Face<br><hr><br>Kitty had spent a goodly amount of time in the locker room. She needed to change, and she needed to cool off. The interactions with Piotr were getting intense. But all that needed to be put out of her mind as she stepped into the danger room, and prepared for whatever was coming.<br><br>Briefly she remembered the programming that her and David had set up for Danger Room simulations, and Kitty was actually looking forward to it. She could only smirk a small she saw the door closing...it wouldn't stop her. So instead of rushing, she continued her brisk walk. A quick intake of air was made as she merely passed THROUGH the door, and into the danger room. By far, she was the youngest participant. Would the others make a scene about it? She hoped not.<br><br>Donned in her leather outfit, she quickly drew her dark hair into a messy ponytail. Fingers played along her batons, as she silently nodded to each participant, seeming to avoid any actual eye-contact with Colossus. "Alright...we gettin' this party started?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>01-02-2017, 17:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/7/77/Colossus_Phoenix.png/revision/latest?cb=20120706031536)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Rooom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; John(Hellion), X-23, Shadowcat, Psylocke, Darwin, Cyclops<br><strong>Content:</strong> Danger Room session</span></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Whites(all of them) of his eyes focused on Cyclops when the younger mutant walked into the Danger Room. Before she even said anything, he could tell she'd warmed up. She told him she'd been in the gym, and he nodded. "Good, you'll need that fire for what's coming. When the others get here, we'll get everything started." He shrugged and shook his head when she asked if any of the Brotherhood could turn into one. "No idea, but probably. Their members are always joining or fleeing Magneto's lunacy. So they could right now. This was just...I was in a fantasy mood I suppose."<br><br>&nbsp;He tapped a button on his gauntlet and the creatures dissolved into glowing photons and pixels. He was glad to see Salem so ready for this. Usually, he was the only one even slightly early. He saw leadership in her future if she kept it up. She just had to be a bit less formal around people. The conversation between them lulled, and to keep things going, Salem brought up the new salads. "Da. Those are my fruits and vegetables they're using. They're healthier and tastier than the pre-processed mess we've been getting. Plus it's cheaper to grow our own." He'd turned a small portion of the massive grounds into, not a farm really. Just a field or two of tilled land he could grow things in.<br><br>&nbsp;It had already seen great use since he'd carved it out. He turned at the sound of thudding footsteps, and saw David. Well not David, John. One of his personalities. So it was still David? But not? Sometimes David's powers still confused him, but John was a good person to have in a fight. "John," he offered in return with a swift dip of his head. "We're three. The others signed up are Psylocke, Shadowcat, Darwin, and X-23. Seven people with a nice variety of abilities. We make a good team on paper. We just have to execute when the time comes." He looked at Laura when she entered, and his eyes widened. She was...she was Logan! She looked exactly like her father, but a beautiful young woman. He almost shed a tear seeing Logan's progeny carry on his legacy so proudly.<br><br>&nbsp;"While the four of us are more than enough unless this were a stealth op, a few more on our side against the Brotherhood is always helpful." He paused, then gestured to her costume. It reminded him so much of the man who'd been as much a mentor in his own way as Charles. A man Colossus had come to call friend. "He'd be so proud to see you now, Laura." The young Wolverine wasn't a "feelings, touchy-feely" kind of girl, and Piotr knew this so he kept it short and to the point. He just wanted her to know if she didn't that her father was happy she'd turned out so well. Psylocke entered after her, almost with no noise whatsoever. She <em>was</em> a ninja after all; he was just happy those considerable skills of hers were on their side. "X-Men against Brotherhood.<br><br>&nbsp;We'll need all of us for this fight." The last person to walk in was...was Kitty. Thankfully those eyes of his made it literally impossible to know what he was looking at, and his mental training with Xavier kept even powerful telepaths like Psylocke temporarily at bay, especially with casual and surface thoughts they weren't actually trying to pick up. And in those fleeting moments, he took in Kitty's beauty, especially in that leather uniform. He cleared his throat and clapped his hands when she walked in, signifying it was time to start and sending an echoing clang throughout the room. "Da, Ki...Shadowcat. I'll brief you and we can start.<br><br>&nbsp;Hopefully Darwin shows up soon, but we don't have the room all day so we can't wait too long." Once they were all gathered around, he tapped a few commands on his gauntlet and the Danger Room altered itself to resemble a heavily fortified bank just on the edge of a town. The group was now situated on the top of a skyscraper about a mile away. "A variety of Brotherhood members including Blob, the Scarlet Witch, Frenzy, Pyro, Kiwi Black, Sabretooth, Mystique, and several others are robbing this bank. Running an organization that large takes money. Today's mission is two-fold." He looked around to let that sink in.<br><br>&nbsp;"There are hostages inside, and we need to rescue them before we take any other action. Failure to do so will result in their deaths for this simulation. After that, our objective is to take down and capture every Brotherhooder we can. The better we do, the higher the score; simple." Looking around at the selection of heroes with him, he put forth a plan of action. "Before we start, feel free to give suggestions, plans, ideas. Anything you think might help. You are here to do more than follow orders. You are here to be a member of a team. For example. There are six of us here. John, myself, and Salem are our heavy hitters. Wolverine, Shadowcat, Psylocke. <br><br>You three are perfect for stealth and infiltration. So I think for the first part of the mission, we should split into two units. The big guns cause a distraction to lure the more dangerous members away from the bank. While they're dealing with us, the stealth unit slips inside and gets those hostages to safety. Once that's taken care of, we hit them with everything we can." That was his plan, but he wasn't much for tactics when it came down to it. Not that he wasn't good at it, he just preferred to hit things when all was said and done.</span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>02-02-2017, 00:53:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 1:45 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wolverine, Psylocke, Shadowcat, Colossus, John(Hellion)<br><strong>Content:</strong> stays mostly silent while everyone enters. She proposes her own version of the bait and switch in her usual bossy and confident tone.<br><hr>Salem didn't bother to do much as the rest filed in slowly. This wasn't a social soiree. She tried to avoid making 'eye' contact with any one as they came in. Only if their gazes crossed each other would she manage a wave or a nod. This was Piotr's show, so instead of trying to keep everyone comfortable and prepared like she was training to do, she let him do all of the work, and tried to learn from him by watching.<br><br>It was hard for Salem to turn of her sexual thought tornado. But, when she was preparing for physical training, to put her fighting skills and her mutant powers to the test. It was one of the only times she could quiet the storm and ignore the big bulging muscles of the men around her. Salem found every single person in the room attractive, one after another as they came in, but she only understood what her attraction to men meant, not women quite yet. So, the heat that climbed up her back when Psylocke entered the room, it nearly fried her circuits. She'd almost found her as sexually appealing as John's thick neck, and that angry look in his eyes.<br><br>She grinned behind a turned face when Wolverine suggested to close the doors and get things started. <em>‘Typical. I’m here, we’re ready to go.’</em> Salem mocked Laura in her mind. <em>‘I can’t be hurt, and I can stab things with my bones. No need to prepare anymore!’ </em>Salem shook her head and scoffed uncontrollably when Laura made the suggestion.<br><br>Her body was hot, pumping with blood from the twenty minute session she'd spent with the punching bags in the gym. So she was sure to keep it that way, using basic yoga postures to keep all of her muscles engaged. The short few minutes that came and went as everyone gathered was enough to make her feel antsy. By the time Kitty was walking in, she just had one fist inside of the other, making sure her gloves fit, feeling the stretch of her back as she flexed the muscles in her chest. It was an exciting moment, when everyone was ready, waiting for the simulation to turn on.<br><br>There was a moment of disorientation as the simulation put them into their new environment. <em>‘Ok… I’m used to this.’ </em>Salem fibbed to herself as her stomach turned and her eyes closed. She groaned a bit as she realized she was on top of a building. <em>‘Right...Because… This is nice.’ - ‘How are we getting down?’</em> Salem didn’t exactly fear anything, but she was always making sure her bases were covered, and she didn’t particularly like being up so high. <br><br>As Colossus and Legion pitched their battle plans, Salem walked toward the edge to get a better look of the things around her. She couldn’t see the bank from so far away, so she let the description of the building construct an image in her mind. Her eyes were closed as she faced the bank in question. She did her best to remember the layout of the bank from the two or three times she’d been there years before. <em>‘Did I ever go inside?’ - ‘No. I didn’t, damn.’ </em>She had been young and timid. Staying in the car seemed like the better option at the time. Still, she listened carefully; Salem had her quandaries with each suggestion. <br><strong><br>“I ... kind of disagree, gentlemen.” </strong>She turned to face everyone, there wasn’t even a moment of hesitation. <strong>“The idea to extract the hostages by distracting the brotherhood is good.”</strong> She nodded to Colossus, aiming for the flaw in his plan that Legion had also noticed. <strong>“But,”</strong> she continued, <strong>“we would want to put as much power into the vanguard as possible to open up the rear flank to it’s maximum disadvantage. And also to protect the vanguard. I like Legion’s suggestion, mostly. I think Shadowcat and Psylocke can work in tandem while the rest of us provide a maximum distraction on the front line. If things go right, Shadowcat and Psylocke will have never been detected.” </strong>Cyclops put her crimson focus on two of the most powerful women she’d ever seen, and gave them a gentle grin. <em>‘Shadowcat and Psylocke were a powerful combination.’</em><br><br><strong>“I feel like we would become vulnerable on both fronts if we divide in half. It’s all the same plan, just with variations. I want to pull as many of them into our fight as possible, the faster we take the brotherhood out, the safer those hostages will be.”</strong> Salem felt like this situation was asking for a strong offensive. And she’d been studying battle strategy for four years. Her shoulders didn’t shrug. There wasn’t an ounce of indecision. She didn’t seem like she was about to bite anyone’s head off if she didn’t get her way. But, as she suggested the plan, she certainly believed that it was the most tactical way to proceed, <em>‘for sure.’ - ‘We should take down two or three in the first few moments, forcing the rear flank to dive into the center…’ - ‘Psylocke might even be able to join the fight from behind while shadowcat safely makes sandwiches for the team.’ </em>Salem smiled at the idea of Kitty chewing food and watching the rest of them pincer the opposition into an hysterical retreat. As usual, she tried her best to ignore Laura.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>02-02-2017, 07:27:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J8PJSe0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Salem Summers | Cyclops, John Kroane/David Haller | Legion, Betsy Braddock | Psylocke, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wolverine Wolverine's, threatening Legion and suggesting she'll do anything but wait outside<br><hr><br>She hadn't expected it, nor asked for it, but Colossus noticed her uniform immediately; She was grateful for the mask over her face as her cheeks flushed hotly, embarrassed and a little touched as he praised her for honoring her father. She gave a shrug of her shoulders and looked away from him, not trusting herself to speak, hoping that the simple gesture communicated her gratitude. Even better, he didn't dare push the subject any further; It was sensitive for her, even nearly a year afterwards, and she felt better just keeping those feelings to herself.<br><br>Despite Laura's earlier braggadocio, the danger room was not sealed, and more students entered after her. The first to do so was Betsy Braddock, Psylocke. Laura's pursed lips upticked into the slightest grin; she liked Betsy. They were alike in a lot of ways. Sometimes their similarities were too striking, and it kept them at arm's length. They might not have been best friends, but the two young women were often silent allies, and she had a preternatural realization that they would function harmoniously in the danger room, slashing claws and flashing psionic daggers cleaving through simulated Brotherhood flunkies with brutal grace.<br><br>The last member of their group joined them moments later, and her entrance gave Laura a visible start. Wolverine's senses were so finely tuned that she often listened for those approaching from other rooms... Nobody ever snuck up on her. However, the door to the danger room was thick and impenetrable. Her sense of smell and hearing told her nothing of the world outside. So when Kitty Pryde simply walked through the door, invisible to her senses and then all of a sudden entirely there, breathing hard, sweaty and... Aroused, the sensation jarred her, and she shot a look back at the other girl, her rival for the title of youngest in the room.<br><br>They were six with a potential seventh that had yet to arrive, but Laura wasn't going to cry for Darwin for being late. Colossus began the scenario, explaining that they'd be taking on a simulated version of the Brotherhood, and she practically began to salivate, her earlier fancies of dicing up Deathstrike or Sabertooth coming true. After Colossus input the commands, the danger room changed, and there was a momentary sense of uncanny that left Laura dizzy. She knew that the room employed hyper-realistic hardlight holograms, dynamic terrain and even simulated scents to create an interactive virtual reality, and for the others it might have been indistinguishable from the real thing, but for Laura, she could see the tiniest cracks in the facade. The simulated scents were very, very good, but there was a faint tang of metal that didn't belong to the skyscraper they stood upon, and her eagle-eyed vision could see the faintest flicker of light from objects that should have been solid and unflinching. When Laura became immersed in the combat exercises, she could pretend it was all real, but if she focused, as she did in that moment, the illusion unraveled.<br><br>Colossus explained the situation as Laura stood at the edge of the rooftop, her stellar eyesight letting her see the bank as more than a speck. She stood far away from Cyclops who similarly faced the edge, and Laura wondered if that ugly red visor let her see half as well as she could. Piotr dissected the team into two categories, and while Wolverine gave an annoyed grunt at being left off of the 'heavy hitter' list, she'd fall in line behind Colossus for now. Laura had been grounded from the danger room before, and would reluctantly play along if it meant she got to stay. <br><br>When Legion spoke up, though, the frustrated noises she made escalated to a growl. Laura wasn't a team leader or tactician, so she couldn't say if Legion's criticisms of Colossus's plans made sense, but he still rankled her. Her knuckles popped audibly beneath a clenched fist as she began to steam with anger while Legion called out her perceived shortcomings and suggested that she stand back in reserves. <em>Reserves?! I'll gut him!</em> What upset her the most was the name he used for her. X-23 was her former codename, but more than that, it was her birth name, the one given to her by her masters, those cruel old men that had manufactured her as a weapon and treated her like nothing more than that. She was Wolverine now, and she not only disliked X-23, she resented it. The claws on Laura's left hand popped- SNIKT- and she took a few steady steps towards him, hatred plain on her lips, the only exposed part of her face.<br><br><strong>"Name's Wolverine, bub. If you call me that again, I'll make a diamond necklace out of your dick."</strong> She spoke over Cyclops, who was suggesting her own plan. Still holding out the threatening adamantium blades, Laura shook her head. Six people, three of them trying to be team leader. Colossus had invited ideas, but... Nobody agreed on how it should be done, which meant that nothing would get done. <strong>"Give me any job, as long as it doesn't involve me sitting on my ass while Slim and Psy get to have all the fun."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>02-02-2017, 10:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/575/243/large/jeehyung-lee-psylocke.jpg?1463288821)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017.&nbsp; Early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Wolverine, Legion, Cyclops, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teasing.<br><hr><br>“We must force them out of the building.&nbsp; Perhaps placing the hostages in the vault to keep them safe would be the shortest route and the safest course of action.&nbsp; People with our abilities fighting will lead only to their demise.&nbsp; Taking them each outside to the alley will lead to them possibly scattering and is a far longer trip for Shadowcat.&nbsp; Speed and efficiency are prized for stealth operations.”<br><br>Almond eyes peered through the black and purple strands of her hair with an almost wistful look.&nbsp; Rarely did she operate in teams under The Hand.&nbsp; Indeed there might be other operatives in the field, but she operated alone alongside them.&nbsp; Of course in The Hand there was no individuality and likely she had been simply another cog in their wheel.&nbsp; Eyes slipped toward Wolverine with a silent acknowledgment of her statement.&nbsp; The woman wanted blood and Psylocke saw little reason to keep her wish at bay.&nbsp; <br><br>“I think we should follow the wishes of girl sc…Cyclops.”&nbsp; There was a slight inclination of her head to give a sign of respect, though the smirk on her mouth indicated the other nickname would persist outside of training. &nbsp;“This is an exercise after all and I think you have someone wishing for leadership in our presence.&nbsp; I will remain alongside Shadowcat though to decipher friend from foe.&nbsp; Were I the villain here than I would hide amongst the hostages as a plant to turn our plan against us at the end.”<br><br>“Perhaps let Cyclops start negotiations with our wayward brethren first to allow us time to move into position.&nbsp; A show of force at the front should be enough to draw their attention without tearing the building down on our heads as we work.&nbsp; Should things deteriorate inside I will indicate as such.” <br><br>Psylocke extended her hand forward.&nbsp; Digits were twisted into an odd configuration.&nbsp; Kwannon was tied to traditional gestures and signs of her clan.&nbsp; Such a tradition was hard to shake even now and eased the telepathic abilities she could command.&nbsp; Constrained for so long Psylocke felt them blossoming with each day here, but still felt in her infancy.&nbsp; Yet her voice echoed inside the minds of those gathered.<br><br><strong><em>Like this.</em></strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 07:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/X-Men-The-Last-Stand-ellen-page-733408_213_300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 01/09/2017 13:50<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Psylocke, Wolverine, Legion<br><strong>Content:</strong> Game Face<br><hr><br>There were obviously a lot of personalities right at the moment, and many were getting out their ideas. Lord knew just how many ideas Legion had. Laura seemed to have a ready chip right on her shoulder...and if Kitty squinted, she felt she would be able to see it. Of course, squinting at Wolverine was probably a bad idea..those claws didn't look soft by any means.<br><br>Finally, she would draw out those two batons, and flip the switch, letting the ends begin glowing. "How about this...y'all draw out the Brotherhood. Psylocke come out back with me, lets me know if any stayed behind. I'll take out the guards with Psy, and then she will join you for the battle while I usher the hostages out the back and to safety. Then I can come back and help beat their asses!"<br><br>The idea seemed sound in her mind. Of course, there could only be one leader, and Kitty had NO desire to be it. All she wanted was to show her worth being part of a team. It wasn't often she was able to sign up for these excursions, and she couldn't wait to show what she was made of. Of course, she wasn't going to be all THAT helpful against the fight with the Brotherhood. As much as Kitty wanted to help out, she was not a heavy hitter. True, she had been practicing martial arts for the better part of ten years, but that only went so far against mutants, and Kitty hadn't tried to use her own powers in conjunction yet...at least not very well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>05-02-2017, 04:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Chamber_unbound.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1st of September 2017, 1350<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Shadowcat, Cyclops, Wolverine, Psylocke<br><strong>Content:</strong> Jono is totally being late!<br><hr><br>The sound of his combat boots thudded down the hallway towards the Danger Room as the British born mutant told himself once again that he wasn't responsible for being late. Jono just learned moments before that he was supposed to report to the Danger Room as an alternate. He had no clue who he was replacing but it was at least something to get him out of classes. On the bright side there would be no need to change as he really didn't have a set uniform...<br><br>Heading into the Danger Room he heard those gathered going around about the mission that was going to take place. Yes, Jonothon might be the last there but once again he was simply an alternate. His clothing doubled as a uniform as skin tight black leather encased his legs and his coat draped over his shoulders. The biggest change was to the black leather bandages that he usually wrapped about his form. These looked different as there were quick release clasps holding them together to allow Jono to quickly cover up the blast furnace that is his own body. The masculine British sound of his voice sounds in their mind as Jono has no other way to communicate with them, " Ello.... I'm the alternate for this simulation... Call me Chamber mates..."<br><br>Being in the shadows of the walls yet his eyes lightly glow with the inner fires of his body. He has yet to work with those gathered here, but Jono has seen them out and about though his fingers toy with the black leather up about his face. The burn scars reach up above the coverings, "Ya might wanna make sure those of us replacing those that can't make it know earlier. Not all of us blokes can teleport..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 13:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/JDW6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for arrivals for a small training group<br><hr><br>Bishop entered the danger room with a serious expression. He never took the subject of war lightly, and his lessons often resembled basic training more than school teaching. He was loud, commanding and even aggressive if it came to it. But his methods produced undeniable results, giving his students the capacity to fight as though their lives depended on it. Sometimes the other teachers could be critical of his methods, but Lucas couldn't grasp how anyone would want to allow a student without this knowledge onto a battlefield. The Brotherhood was no group of teenagers, they were experienced killers to the core. <br><br>He glanced about, and it seemed everything was in perfect working order. Heading over to the controls he flipped through a sea of scenarios, nearly anything being possible. But he just needed it very simple today. With a flick of a few switches the entire room was transformed into an inner city back alley. When students entered the door behind them would be a rusted corrugated iron one, although it would still lead back to the school. Towering buildings stretched up on both sides, and the floor was littered with assorted garbage. The faint sounds of cars and the bustle of civilian life could be heard, but the alley itself was devoid of life. <br><br>He'd be focusing on defending against an ambush or sudden attack, here, as that was considered one of the most likely ways for casualties to happen. First off he'd be sparring with the students himself, and then perhaps training alongside them a little if there was time. Although he wasn't at all sure who'd be showing up. It was typically the rougher, more determined students who were more willing to attend his lessons. Anybody possessing a nervous disposition wasn't well suited to the environment he tended to create. He'd train them regardless, and try to help them in one on one sessions to adapt to the harsh situations. In the meantime he simply lent against the side of the alley, dressed in a dark grey hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants. Just some typical workout gear, nothing that restricted motion but not real field gear either. Even the double XL hoodie did little to conceal just how heavy he was, his 285lb frame clearly showing through.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-02-2017, 15:42:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/7/77/Colossus_Phoenix.png/revision/latest?cb=20120706031536)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Rooom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;X-23, Shadowcat, Psylocke, Cyclops, Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Danger Room session</span><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Was Colossus a born tactician? No. However, tactics like many things could be learned. And he'd been studying them diligently since he was sixteen to make himself more useful to the team. So, his plans and strategies were usually sound and secure. At the moment though, he was trying to promote confidence within yourself while within a team. He wanted people to speak up if they felt his strategy(which could've been better on purpose) lacked something, or could be altered or improved upon. <br><br>So far? He was pleased. Salem, almost immediately spotted an issue with his plan. He was taken out of the moment by Jono entering as a last minute substitute, but quickly got back on track. "Welcome, Chamber. Thank you for coming. And I'll talk to Forge about maybe installing a transporter pad. Who knows, we may get lucky." He nodded to Chamber and gestured for him to gather round with the others. "Good deduction, Salem. There are six of us. Three are uniquely suited to stealth operations," he said with a pause to look at Wolverine, Shadowcat, and Psylocke.<br><br>&nbsp;"However, only <em>two</em> are necessary for this one, and of those three," he paused, smiled, and pointed to Laura. "Only one of them...is the embodiment of the scariest person or thing I've ever seen on a battlefield." A metallic eyebrow raised and he jabbed his thumb for Laura to go to the "Heavy Hitters" side. "Wolverine, you're with the distractions. Try not to kill anyone, hm?" He looked to Psylocke, listened to her advice, then turned to Salem again. <br><br>Maybe Psylocke was right about this. Well, there was one way to find out. "Cyclops. Your plan is sound, and the others seem to like it as well," he said while taking into account both Psylocke and Shadowcat wanted essentially the same layout as Salem did. "So, after taking everything from everyone into consideration...Cyclops. For the duration of this mission, I am giving you temporary command of the team. If you need me, I will help. However, until the simulation, unless you ask. <em>You</em> are in charge. Can you handle that?"<br><br></span><br></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 04:24:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 1:45 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wolverine, Psylocke, Shadowcat, Chamber, Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cyclops takes command. <br><hr>Wolverine was as irritating as ever. Salem didn’t like the way that Laura had taken the mantle like this. Logan, the original Logan, The Wolverine that had made that costume recognizable. He had been an important figure in Salem’s life. She’d idolized him in her own way. To see another parading around in it like this was unsettling, it was rude even. <br><br>Salem chose not to respond to anything ‘Wolverine’ said.<em> ‘It would only make me look weak.’</em> Instead she just crossed her arms and rolled her eyes behind her visor. There was a slight head roll that came along with it. Her body language was loud, she did not like Laura.<br><br><em>‘Laura is rude always,’</em> Salem thought,&nbsp; <em>‘as if it requires an effort to do so. She’s like...proud of it.’ </em>Salem peered past Colossus as the young woman with claws in her hands decided to complain about approaching the situation with a plan. <em>‘She just wants action so badly.’ - ‘So dangerous.’ - ‘She’s a fucking animal…’</em> Salem’s mind lit up as she scowled at Laura. With her visor, it didn’t look like much more than attentive listening. <em>‘I know she won’t snap.’ - ‘Charles wouldn’t let her walk around out of shackles and a mind prison if she could snap.’ - ‘But god, she is just anti-help.’ - ‘If I get stabbed because of her recklessness…’</em> Salem felt her stomach pinch, a phantom pain emerging as if she had already been turned into a kebab. She turned from Wolverine to Psylocke, putting her hand to her stomach subconsciously.<br><br>Psylocke was well spoken. She was fast, her thoughts were sharp and she was able to communicate them clearly. <em>‘Excellent.’ </em>Salem’s subconscious swam in delight. <em>‘Finally.’ - ‘Ohp.’</em> Salem’s nose twitched when Psylocke almost called her <em>‘the girl scout.’</em> Like she had with Laura, Salem held her tongue. <em>‘I am a girl scout, whatever. It could be my hero name if I want.’</em> She let the joke seep in, and a smile let out. In the moment, it was a very mature moment for Salem, if not accidental. She understood the joke, even if it was a joke by accident. So, Salem listened to everything Psylocke said about her, and she couldn’t help but get just a little more red in the cheeks. It was an inflating sensation. She suddenly felt a few inches taller in the old boots that she was wearing.<br><br>Jono’s arrival was unexpected. Salem had looked at the roster before she’d gotten dressed for the danger room. But she hadn’t expected to see Chamber. He was a strange sight. His very existence was a bit disturbing. Salem thought about her ridiculous ‘I can’t see without my glasses’ problem and scoffed in her head. <em>‘Stupid girl, at least you can still taste food, and kiss people.’ - ‘Well one of those things.’ </em>Salem didn’t do a lot of kissing. She followed along as the conversation continued.<br><br>The pace was fast at that point and it was an easy choice for Salem to continue her temporary vow of silence. There was a half ton truck of information reaching her senses. The personalities in the room were loud, and not all of them got along very well. For a moment, it almost felt like all of them were happening inside of her head. Then she realized that that was just Jono. She was in her element, intaking a lot of information at once was one of Salem’s secret human powers. <br><br>Cyclops had known Pryde and Piotr for a long time now. And the three of them had always gotten along well. They didn’t all approach problems the same way, but that worked to their advantage as a team whenever the they worked together. In any case, they all had similar goals in mind. They were some of Xavier’s most ideal students, they cared about the innocent, they wanted to do good. They were focused, useful, ‘gifted’, and their wills were strong. Salem’s arms had uncrossed by the time Kitty was supporting her plan. She didn’t exactly know what to do with them. There were no pockets on this tight leather armor. <br><br>She tried to pretend like she wasn’t listening. She checked a few straps by her left ribs to make sure the armor was fitting as tightly as possible. It was good practice. In a dark corridor, one loose strap clanged like a bell; one worn pin holding a buckle together was louder than a footstep.<br><br><em>-She would never forget when the original Logan had been the leader of a reconnaissance training exercise for her and seven other students at the school. It had been Salem’s first actual field training. The exercise was four days long in the woods. It was a late night on a trail… they were ‘surrounded by enemies’, marching silently. At least, they were supposed to have been. Something on her vest was loose, and she couldn’t find it. Logan stopped the whole squad, walked to the back of the formation, and found the strap without looking. The exercise was intense, like a haunted house, it all felt real. He’d grabbed her more suddenly than she expected, she even felt her feet lift off of the ground for a split second. Logan synched the loose strap, growled a command in her ear in a low rumble, and walked silently back to the front of their staggered march. She had never actually understood what he said to her. It was embarrassing.- </em><br><br>She’d never had a loose strap since. Checking her equipment served in the danger room at the moment, her hands and her attention found something to do. <br><br>As Colossus even further validated Salem’s position as a leader, she was listening. Luckily, there hadn’t been anything in her hands when he dropped the bomb <em>“Cyclops. For the duration of this mission, I am giving you temporary command of the team.”</em><br><br><hr><br><em>‘Oh my god.’</em> Salem was floored. This was the first time she’d been given command. <em>‘For this exercise, even Piotr is at my disposal.’</em> She looked at the large statue of a man, and nodded to him, letting him finish. She hadn’t expected this at all. But she looked like she did. The question at the end came to her like a jab to the nose. But, her reaction reflected well of her position. She didn’t speak right away. Instead she looked at the group around her. She knew that none of them could see her eyes, but she gauged theirs to try and understand how they felt about this decision. She’d avoided Wolverine’s eyes on purpose and she hadn’t looked at everyone. Psylocke, Chamber, and Shadowcat had all gotten her ruby stare for a second or two. <br><br>Her focus changed to Piotr again.&nbsp; <strong>“I can handle it. Thank you.” </strong><br><br>Luckily, her jaw hadn’t dropped. It took everything in her power not to look at Wolverine. And, she failed immediately. Her visor went from Piotr to the girl in the Wolverine costume. Salem knew instantly that Laura was going to be the first person subvert her command. <em>‘Why?’ - ‘Laura is here right now.’ </em><br><br>Salem had made a mistake looking at Laura in that moment. Her leadership would have to start with a sentence to the one person she hated to work with. <strong>“Wolverine. You’re effective, dangerous and intimidating. And most importantly, you’re precise.”</strong> Not all of these things were true. But, in theory, her claws weren’t likely to level a building. <br><br>Cyclops took one step forward to address everyone. Her hands gestured naturally in front of her as she gave commands.&nbsp; <strong>“Wolverine will lead the van. Colossus, myself and Chamber will be with her. We want minimal damage to anything that isn’t actively trying to stop you.” </strong>Her frame shifted to Psylocke.<strong> “I like the idea of drawing them out, and away from the hostages. But we’re not going to lure them anywhere. We’ll have to cripple their numbers in order to bring their reserves into the front.” </strong>She spoke to everyone again.<strong> “If they start losing people, they’re likely going to enter the fight to protect their assets. They might retreat, they might attempt to take out the hostages.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Shadowcat, Psylocke, that’s why you’re on the rear flank.”</strong> - <strong>“Be prepared for anything, but don’t make yourselves known until you have to.”</strong> - <strong>“Psylocke, if you have a chance, neutralize any potential guards around the hostages. Shadowcat, try to move them as a group. We don’t want them to scatter outside.”</strong><br><br><strong>“We don’t want any deaths, not civilians, no enemies. Use restraint and focus on the innocent people around you. Chamber no explosions, no fire, use concussive force. Psylocke, non-lethal damage. Wolverine, headbutts might work.”</strong> Salem looked up for a moment to find a different way to say that. <strong>“Try not to stab anyone.”</strong> That felt better.<br><br>With that she was done. The rest of the victory was outlined in her head, but she didn’t want to overload them with the plans for the end of the mission. Her right hand lifted up to her temple and she reached for the knob on the side. She turned the aperture to about 13%,&nbsp; a small HUD appeared from her perspective. With that setting she could pinpoint her shots more accurately, and they would only hit someone about as hard as a baseball bat. The blast would be thin, so it would feel more like a hammer. <br><br>Cyclops lowered her hand. She looked around the group once more, and nodded. <strong>“Lasers set to stun.”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 03:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving for the training.<br><hr><br>Blackout moved towards the Danger Room, knowing that on the other side of the door waited Bishop and who knew what sort of training scenario he had come up with.&nbsp; Most considered the man to be more than a little insane with how hard he pushed students in training.&nbsp; But Blackout didn't feel that way.&nbsp; She loved how the man pushed her as hard as he could.&nbsp; It forced her to work harder, become more skilled, and find ways to use her powers to ensure her survival.&nbsp; Without that, she knew that she wouldn't be nearly as talented in combat as she already was.&nbsp; Not only that, but it was here that she felt truly alive in a place where sometimes she felt like a bit of an outsider, even among those that were supposedly like her.&nbsp; But she would push those thoughts out of her head for now as she reached the door to the Danger Room.<br><br>Pushing the door open, she would immediately reach out for the shadows that she could sense and pull them towards her, gathering them into a thick shield that so far, only one person had been able to break and that person wasn't here at the moment.&nbsp; Shield in place, she would start looking around from behind it, not putting it past Bishop to attack them as they were coming in as some form of wild training tactic.&nbsp; However, she would spot him leaning against the wall of the alley setting that he'd chosen.&nbsp; Seeing him, she immediately looked around, searching for other threats as she also wouldn't put it past him to use himself as a decoy for some other sort of assault.&nbsp; It was only when she was completely certain that there wasn't an attack coming that she would allow her shield to drop, giving Bishop his first look at the black sports bra and black sweatpants that she wore for the training session.<br><br><strong>"No surprise attack this time?"</strong> she asked the man with a slight smirk, <strong>"You're taking it easy on us this time."</strong>&nbsp; She just smiled as she remembered the numerous training sessions that she'd had with the older, more experienced mutant.&nbsp; To most, it would seem like she was always training when she wasn't in class and that wasn't far off from the truth.&nbsp; She spent alot of her free time in the Danger Room with Bishop, trying to learn as much as she could and finally beat the man.&nbsp; She'd never even come close to beating him, not surprising given his real world experience, but she liked to believe that she got a little bit closer every time she faced him.&nbsp; Even if she was wrong, then she did enjoy the attempts and worked as hard as she could to be as good as she could be.&nbsp; She just hoped that whoever decided to join them for this training session would do the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 15:25:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/d9e15ey.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bishop, Blackout, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving for another day of fun and games.<br><hr><br>"Y'know the big, ba', military man gonna make you eat them words, right?" Rogue couldn't help but laugh as she followed the gothic girl into the Danger Room. The idea of Bishop going easy on anyone was enough to make her laugh. That would happen the day that Sabertooth became a vegetarian and Magneto invested in the synthetic plastics industry. The ex-soldier had the, arguably deserved, reputation for being a hard-ass. And hard. And an ass, in Rogue's opinion. <br><br>But he knew how to fight, she had to give him that. And training with him was more or less the only way she had at this school to keep her skills up. As hard as the man thought he was, he was nothing compared to being trained by Sabertooth--who she had been forced to touch bare-handed once, to steal his healing factor and not bleed out in front of her adopted mother. Or even her adopted mother herself, Mystique, who was as hard a trainer as would be expected. Creed knew how to fight, and destroy people in close combat--her mother taught her every other way to put her body to use. That said, most of what the woman had taught her would kill people if her clothes were nearly as revealed as the shifter's, but those were the breaks.<br><br>"Long as I don' have to go give Logan or Laura a bit ol' smooch to stay on my feet later, this should be a good day..." she muttered to herself, looking around the training area Bishop had set up. Back alley streets...That churned her stomach some, close quarters made her power all the more dangerous. But she had dressed for the occasion--a long, black leather trench coat, as much for her foes' protection as her own, as under it she wore a simple black top, with fitted jeans on her legs. Her ever-present black gloves covered her hands, and they brushed back through her hair as she looked around. "Hm...Y'know, I think I know this alley. Some bum tried to cop a feel here once..." she mused to herself, just waiting to see who else would show up. She just nodded to Blackout, not really knowing the girl that well, thus not really offering much in the way of a vocal greeting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 21:42:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J8PJSe0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Salem Summers | Cyclops, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber, Betsy Braddock | Psylocke, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Laura is a glutton for compliments, even ones from Salem. She's ready to lead the van<br><hr><br>There was still too much talking for her liking, but after Laura got to say her piece, and nobody vehemently denied her, she sat back on her heels and decided to listen. Wolverine suffered from the duality of being bred and trained as a solo assassin, but also yearning to be a member of a team, to honor Logan. It was in her nature to not take orders, to formulate her own plan, so she bristled as she was slotted into the rear attack, or the van, or even the reserves, but she knew she had to listen to them and begin to develop her own sense of mission strategy. Frustrated, she gave a loud, throaty grunt and tried to focus, cracking a smirk as Betsy's tongue 'slipped', referring to the wanna-be ringleader as a girl scout. The two of them had grumbled about Salem over beers in the past; Back then, 'Cyclops' had been a joke, something to make fun of the uptight redhead and to take some of the hot air out of her big head. But since then, the visored girl had claimed the nickname as her code name, and seeing her even crack a grin at 'girl scout' was an interesting surprise.<br><br>Just when Laura thought they were close to ready, as a plan seemed to be materializing, another entered the danger room, the door cracking open seemingly from thin air atop of their skyscraper rooftop. A moment after Psylocke spoke telepathically to them, another British voice sounded in her mind as Chamber introduced himself. Laura's nose wrinkled beneath her mask, wondering how a voice spoken inside of one's head could have an accent... Kitty Pryde spoke up, and solidified her position in the team as the rear flanker, though when she mentioned coming back around to 'beat ass', Laura snorted lowly, wondering if the skinny shifter could fight as much as she could talk. <br><br>Her attention shifted to Colossus, their team leader for this very second, despite how authoritatively Cyclops spoke. Once again, the burly, steel-skinned Russian knew how to earn a smile from Laura, her gruff snarl fading as he spoke reverently about her ability as a fighter. <strong>"You got it, Pete,"</strong> Wolverine chuffed with a nod; she'd purposely distanced herself from the group, but now took a prideful place among them, standing beside Piotr himself, arms crossing over her chest. She was ready for this fight; Whatever else Colossus decided, she knew her role, and would fill it, and she would make them all see that she wasn't a loose cannon, or an animal, or a crazy person.<br><br>Still thinking proudly of herself as Piotr's right-hand woman, her illusions were shattered when Colossus passed leadership of the mission to Cyclops. The other woman glanced around at the others, then her imperceptible gaze fell onto Wolverine herself. Laura was good at reading people, and Cyclops seemed to wear her feelings on her sleeve, to make up for her dumb eyes being covered up all the time. She knew that she was under Salem's skin, and it was so tempting to dig deeper in there, to say something that would shatter Red's confidence. But if their leader got shook, it wouldn't bode well for the team, especially not if Laura was blamed for it. Still, she didn't flinch or back down as that ruby quartz visor stared into the white eyes of the Wolverine cowl; After a tense moment, Salem surprised her, praising Laura's abilities, to which Wolverine gave the stiffest nod imaginable. She was fooled by Salem's confident tone and left confused as to what the redhead really thought about her, but was satisfied with her new, elevated assignment, nodding once more as she agreed to lead the vanguard.<br><br><strong>"Non-lethal, got it. Don't need these claws to kick some bad guy butts."</strong><br><br><em>Is this what it feels like to be on a team?</em> Their plan seemed to have fallen into place. As much as she didn't want to take orders from Salem, what she proposed made sense, and if Piotr said she was the leader, Laura could accept that, at least for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 03:11:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/575/243/large/jeehyung-lee-psylocke.jpg?1463288821)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017.&nbsp; Early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Wolverine, Chamber, Cyclops, Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being Bitchy<br><hr><br><br>There was not much else to say as the plan came to fruition.&nbsp; Psylocke turned to look out from their position atop the building.&nbsp; Eyes flickered toward the bank that would be their target for this exercise.&nbsp; Slowly she pushed the idea of this being false from her thoughts and instead focused her energies on what she would need to do.&nbsp; Quietly she drew a simple bit of cloth from her neck, upward across the lower portion of her face.&nbsp; An elegant but unadorned material, this slip of purple allowed only the bridge of her nose and her eyes to exist to their vision.&nbsp; Knees bent so that she crouched right on the very edge of the structure much like a bird of prey seeking a perch.&nbsp; Streaks of pink flashed down her forearms and fingertips.<br><br>Then she stood up quickly and moved to walk through the assembling group as if content with the strategy laid out before them.&nbsp; Only a pause was given to let her eyes slide down and then up the woman who would be her partner.&nbsp; Beneath the mask her lips curled up in a smirk and she gave a simple utterance of <strong>“cute”</strong> before continuing her steps past them and toward what she might presume was the elevator.<br><br><strong>“So are we walking to work or should be quicken this up a bit?”</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>10-02-2017, 05:48:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/X-Men-The-Last-Stand-ellen-page-733408_213_300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 01/09/2017 13:50<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Psylocke, Wolverine, Legion<br><strong>Content:</strong> Game Face<br><hr><br>Kitty had to hide her surprise when Piotr named Salem the leader. <em>Well, that was unexpected</em>, came the thought. A quick glance around showed that everyone seemed to take it in stride, save for Laura. The woman who had taken on the Wolverine name seemed a little miffed. Was there some sort of rift between the two? Glancing back and forth, it became increasingly obvious that the two weren't exactly friends. Still, Laura seemed willing to go along with Cyclops as the leader.<br><br>As her own suggestions were given credence, a small nod was made. Batons were sheathed, and she lifted gloved hands, pulling her dark brown hair back to tie it into a messy bun. A grin was made to Psylocke, and the woman was offered a wink. The two would be teamed up. Kitty was all about stealth, and the idea of having someone along who could give her a heads up of what to expect...well, it just made sense to her.<br><br>She followed along as Psylocke moved to the elevator. Shrugging, she would just grin. "Race you too the bottom?" With that, Kitty just melted through the floor, her breath holding as she dropped three stories using a mix of her powers and gravity. The effect was similar to rappelling down the side of the building, just without a rope...or a wall. She landed in a crouch, quickly stood up, and dropped through three more floors, ensuring not more than three floors were dropped each time. It kept her from dropping too fast, to hard, and kept her from crushing herself. <br><br>Finally hitting the ground floor, Kitty made her way around to a side entrance. It wouldn't do to go out the front, and possibly into the clutches of the Brotherhood, after all. A quick glance around was made....was Psylocke following along?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 01:47:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/JDW6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Starting training<br><hr><br>Bishop stayed mostly quiet while waiting to see if anyone would arrive. But he didn't expect more than a couple of students anyway, and he preferred it this way. It meant he could really focus on improving them on a personal level. He smiled, for the first and last time until training was over, before moving on to a more serious attitude. <br><br><strong>"Right, you two. Looks like it's just us three in here today. You know that means I've got more attention to focus on really pushing you both. First things first we're going to do a little bit of basic sparring. Scenario is quick and easy, you're both flanking via this alleyway when you're intercepted. None of us are using powers, no restrictions on fighting technique." <br></strong><br>As he spoke Lucas stretched a little bit and readied himself. Of course in reality in a hand to hand fight his sheer weight made this almost ridiculously unfair. But their ability to surprise him could still be tested, and he wouldn't be truly attempting to incapacitate them. Well, not yet. Right now he just wanted to see evidence of all their fighting knowledge brought to bear. Pit these two against a dozen useless holograms and of course they would appear impressive, but against a nearly insurmountable weight class difference they would be forced to bring out tricks and methods that really pushed themselves. <br><br>Charles had never quite approved of teachers and students hitting one another, but his methods got results. His students had proven time and again that they were far more likely to take necessary serious action and make important snap decisions on mission. He similarly knew at least a fair few of the students found it jarring to swing at their friend, and shocking how quickly his lessons turned from hello to a fight. But he only had so much time, and he was here to push them. Initially he held up his fists in a defensive manner and prepared to cover himself from their initial assault. The fact the two didn't know each other, or each other's fighting style, too well was only a bonus. It meant they would have to learn very rapidly to act as a team. <br><br><strong>"Right, let's go!"</strong> His voice boomed out as he readied himself, tensing up and keeping a close eye on their first movements.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>12-02-2017, 00:06:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving for the training.<br><hr><br>The heavy accent of Rogue entering the room caused Blackout to turn and look at the slightly older girl.&nbsp; They hadn't really traveled in the same circles, but she knew of Rogue and her extremely potent gift, that being to steal the gifts of others, along with their life force, with a single touch.&nbsp; To this end, Blackout was glad to see her completely covered on the off chance that they would end up getting up close and personal.&nbsp; Which, now that she thought about it, was a very real possibility given how Bishop operated.&nbsp; He had no issues with having the students fight each other to get them used to as many different styles and powers as he could.&nbsp; Of course, Blackout knew that with Rogue, he wouldn't let her use her powers on another mutant as it was too dangerous for a training situation, which was really saying something.<br><br>Returning the nod, Blackout would remain where she was, letting out a soft chuckle at the comment about the alley.&nbsp; They were all waiting to see if anyone else would show up, which was entirely possible given the sheer number of mutants that lived in the mansion.&nbsp; Then again, alot of them would've considered it absolutely crazy to join Bishop for a training session and they wouldn't have been wrong.&nbsp; Blackout sometimes honestly wondered how Bishop didn't get in trouble with Charles for some of the things that he pulled in the Danger Room, but she was honestly glad that he got away with it because she enjoyed training and it allowed her to explore her powers and learn new tricks.<br><br>Finally, Bishop decided that no one else would be joining them and got down to business.&nbsp; Blackout knew that she wouldn't be seeing that smile again for the next couple of hours as he was deadly serious when training and she knew that he expected the same out of them.&nbsp; Listening to his scenario, she knew that they were already screwed.&nbsp; Bishop was simply massive compared to the two of them, in fact he probably weighed as much if not more as the two of them combined, and in a hand to hand situation without powers, that was a difficult advantage to overcome.&nbsp; Then when you took his experience advantage into consideration, she knew that they weren't expected to win, just to give it their best shot and see what they could come up with.&nbsp; And she damn sure was going to do that.<br><br>Looking at Rogue, she barely knew the girl, much less how she fought.&nbsp; But they would have to learn and learn quickly.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she would slip off to one side, figuring that Rogue would take the hint and move to the other side to make him have to turn his head to keep an eye on both of them.&nbsp; By doing that, he might end up leaving them an opening that they could use.&nbsp; And, if not, then they were going to have to figure something out.&nbsp; Or just wing it.&nbsp; Only time would tell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-02-2017, 18:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/d9e15ey.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bishop, Blackout, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving for another day of fun and games.<br><hr><br>Sparring? <br><br>"Well...This is gonna hurt..." Rogue muttered, sighing as she looked from Bishop, to her new partner, and back to Bishop. The man was about a good foot taller than her, and if she had to guess, at least one-hundred pounds on her. If not more--in fact, he probably had a good bit more than that on her. He was the kind of person she was supposed to avoid in a fist fight. That lesson she had learned in sparring with Creed. The savage Sabertooth was stronger than her, and faster than her. She could out think him, but, typically a fight with someone bigger and stronger was a lost one if there wasn't something to exploit. And with powers not allowed, those options were limited.<br><br>No restrictions on fighting technique left some doors open. Eyes and throat were vulnerable, she thought, hearing Mystique's voice in her head. Crotch shots were always effective on men, if the military hadn't left Bishop blue-balled to the point those had fallen off. Things wouldn't be fun, but, Rogue was confident that she could keep up with Bishop.<br><br>Not win. Just keep up. <br><br>As Blackout moved to one side, Rogue shifted to the other. The alley was unfortunately narrow enough that a single opponent of Bishop's stature was in a better advantage than the two of them, but...What could you do? Figuring of the two though, she had the more experience, Rogue rolled her shoulders and cracked her knuckles.<br><br>"Well, just remember, it's rude t' hit a lady, Bishop," Rogue taunted, and rushed at him. Several paces away from him she stopped, skidding a foot along the ground, to kick up dirt and dust and stone bits from the alley ground up at his face. Following in behind it, she took the best shot she had considering their height difference, and simply went for a low uppercut below the belt, a gloved hand tightening in a fist and swinging up between his legs. Distract high, go low...It could work, right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>17-02-2017, 00:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/JDW6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Training<br><hr><br>Bishop heard the light muttering from Rogue and resisted the urge to smirk. It would hurt, but that's how people learnt. Nothing like a bad bruise to remind you of a mistake. When Blackout started to slip to the side Bishop stepped back deftly, trying to keep both in sight but deciding Rogue was the more experienced combatant. He needed her in view at all times. <br><br><strong>"You'll fight ruder men than me when they day's out, Rogue"</strong><br><br>He quickly snapped out a reply. He didn't enjoy hurting students any more than they enjoyed being hurt. But it was a necessity. Someone had to show them what a real, painful, fight felt like. And her next move was pretty rude too. The dirt and stones that flew up mostly clattered into his chest, his height doing a lot to shield him from the dirt, but it certainly still distracted him. Knowing full well a follow up was coming he swung to his side, tensing his body up and preparing for an impact. <br><br>The very low blow that would have impacted his groin instead smacked into his upper thigh on the outside. Still painful, Rogue really could throw a punch, but her target was a lot harder now as he kept his muscle very tense. He didn't make a sound at the impact, and as she was slowed by the motion of throwing the punch he retaliated with a rapid shoulder check. Or, the closest he could get to one. In reality it was closer to a short distance but high powered body slam. Flexing his legs he tried to use his weight against the drastically smaller woman, aiming to daze her at the least. Although, as he moved, he could only faintly see Blackout. Two against one was a great equalizer, while he had an advantage it let them think creatively and actually work together properly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>17-02-2017, 02:41:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Bishop<br><strong>Content:</strong> Training.<br><hr><br>The odds were against Rogue and Blackout, despite this being a two on one situation.&nbsp; The alley was narrow and made it difficult to sneak up on Bishop, who was simply massive compared to the both of them.&nbsp; But that didn't mean they weren't going to give as good as they could and as Blackout started to move forward, she saw Rogue already moving into action, kicking up dirt and stones to try and get it into Bishops eyes as she went to try and drive her fist into the groin of the massive man.&nbsp; But even as this was happening, she could already see Bishop moving and shifting to avoid the impact and knew that Rogue's attack wasn't going to be as effective as they needed it to be.<br><br>But Blackout wasn't idle in that time.&nbsp; Seeing Bishop's focus mostly on Rogue, which miffed her a little bit if she was totally honest, she started to move.&nbsp; If she was honest with herself, she would've focused on Rogue too.&nbsp; She was far better trained and actually knew what it was like to get involved in a real fight while Blackout's involvement in combat was limited to what took place here in the Danger Room.&nbsp; However, everyone here knew that ignoring any combatant wasn't a wise idea, Bishop had taught her that.&nbsp; So she would make him pay for seemingly ignoring her in favor of worrying about Rogue.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed as she saw a possibly opening and moved to strike.<br><br>With Rogue going low, it only made sense that she would go high.&nbsp; Sprinting towards the wall, she jumped up and used it to springboard into the air.&nbsp; <strong>"Catch this!"</strong> she growled.&nbsp; Launching herself off the wall, she swung her leg around, looking to kick Bishop in the side of the face.&nbsp; A part of her knew that leaving her fight was probably going to prove to be a mistake, but it was something that she felt she had to do.&nbsp; Bishop couldn't possibly be expecting her to do something like this and in a fight against someone with superior strength and training, surprise was the only ally that she really had.&nbsp; And if she could, she was going to use that surprise to kick Bishop's face off of her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>17-02-2017, 17:46:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/7/77/Colossus_Phoenix.png/revision/latest?cb=20120706031536)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Rooom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;X-23, Shadowcat, Psylocke, Cyclops, Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Danger Room session</span><br></span></span><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> After he passed command to Salem, he could see pride welling up in her...umm, <em>behind</em> her visor. He could hear her voice change as she realized the responsibility she now held. From years of being around Logan, he had a somewhat decent read of Laura, and he could tell his decision to put Cyclops in charge didn't sit al the way well with her.<br><br>&nbsp;But Salem needed to do this if she would ever be a good leader. One day he'd put Laura in the same position as well.&nbsp; For now though, it was Salem's turn. He crossed his arms over his chest and let her issue her orders. He didn't get many. He didn't really need them, as he'd been at this for quite a while. And it was easy enough to point him in a direction and know things would get handled.<br><br>&nbsp;The rest who got more detailed instructions got a nod from him. Her stratagem was sound, now it only depended on the players to make the plan a reality. Holding his fists up, he cracked his knuckles with a loud, rankling metallic sound. "You heard her, people. Let's go to work."<br><br>&nbsp;</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-02-2017, 21:32:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 1:45 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wolverine, Psylocke, Shadowcat, Chamber, Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cyclops leads the team into the fray, she makes her entrance speech and feels that moment before the duel. Then she fires at Pyro, convinced the mutant is about to launch fire at all of them. Cyclops also does some damage to Scarlet Witch, but doesn't eliminate her. Pyro's damage is also indistinguishable. The fight has started. The list of enemies is in a previous Juggtacular post.<br><hr>Down from the building where they’d planned, and prepared to engage the situation before her, Salem checked the eyes of those around her. Psylocke and Shadowcat were already around the backside of the bank. Cyclops had taken the lead with Colossus, Wolverine, and Chamber behind her.<br><br>The program had made a path through the police barricades, and the x-men arrived on the simulated scene. Cyclops had boughten into the bit. Everything felt real. She didn’t bother talking to the program at all, there were virtual police outside, but unlike the real world, they weren’t stopping the x-men to fill them in on what had already happened. Instead, Salem led her team past the shouting civilians on the street and toward the front Entrance of the bank. <em>“My father’s in there, please, help him!” - “Mutant scum!” - “Please stop all of this!” - “My baby! Will somebody save my baby!”</em> The shouts from the people gathered outside of the police barricade served as distractions. Salem couldn’t even be sure if the words being shouted toward her were indicators of what was inside or not. <br><br>The bank had a glass window up front. Salem’s team could see the enemies inside. She could see the bank staff, and the Brotherhood. The hostages weren’t visible from the front of the building. Salem could tell that the glass doors had been locked and secured with additional hardware. She had no time to be messing around with doors. Her pace didn’t slow down, she brought her hand up to her visor, brought the beam up a few notches and blew away the glass entryway to the bank.<br><br>It had been a grand entrance, and it might have left her whole team vulnerable in the first moment, not hiding behind cover, coming in to the bank with their proverbial zipper’s down and their chins held high.<br><br>She announced their entrance as well. <strong>“This is over! Come forward peacefully! There’s no need for violence!”</strong> With her right hand on her temple and her stance in an athletic and static position, she helf herself there with her eyes focused on the enemy. She watched them, waiting for just one of them to show hostility. Her words said that she was here to preserve the peace. But her real goal was to take down and incapacitate as many enemies as possible as fast as possible to reorder the Brotherhood’s priorities. <br><br>But she needed to wait for one of them to make a hostile move. At first, she was counting them, trying to figure out how many of the Brotherhood were here. The lack of hostages was alarming. Salem was inside the bank now. And she still didn’t see anyone but Brotherhood. <strong>“Lay down your arms if you have them! And, put her hands on the floor!”</strong> Salem almost felt like she was robbing the bank. But, she was actually commanding the bank robbers to do things that bank robbers usually command other people to do. <br><br>Salem could feel the tension growing tight. Breath was suddenly frozen, the sands of time slowed down like the wind on the desert with still tumbleweed. She was frantic, her eyes growing wide under her visor. Her mouth was going dry. She could feel the fight about to explode into madness. She was scanning her enemies, desperately trying to find who would raise the first weapon, who would take the first charge. Then she saw it. Someone’s shoulder shifted backwards, they were in action. Time was tricky, it almost felt like she could see the movement in slow motion. It was Pyro, he was moving, shifting, pulling his body back. Preparing to throw it forward... and with it, his fire was coming too. <br><br>Salem wasn’t surprised that he was the first to move. Her Fingers knotched her Visor back down to 12%, about two points below a lethal impact. She aimed her beam and fired true into Pyros chest, sending him backwards four feet through the air and onto the ground.<br><br>Just as Cyclops made her first strike, a projectile was coming her way from Scarlett Witch. The battle was on. Salem leaped back, turned up her intensity to combat against the Witch’s powerful attacks, and aimed directly into the center of the strike. The optic beam fired, but it missed Scarlet Witch’s shot. Instead, she hit Scarlet Witch’s shoulder, shattering the woman’s upper arm bones with the impact. Meanwhile, Salem was struck with the Witch’s blast, and a wave of pain swept down her back. She lowered down to a knee. <br><br>Raising her head, Salem was just trying to make sure a follow up wasn’t on the way. She felt her team engage behind her, and she started to watch as everyone started the brawl. It was chaos, but it was satisfying. She looked for her next target, prepared to fire from one knee if she needed to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 22:20:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>GM POST</strong></span></span></span></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/144e6a9b375be1efe7686f4af2b71db4/tumblr_mod2uj8oJV1qzfpuxo6_250.gif)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jumper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Roof<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Brotherhood<br><strong>Content:</strong> Special Delivery - Doling out Orders<br><hr><br>The Brotherhood had arrived suddenly and without warning thanks to a teleporter of theirs called "Jumper". Blob, Frenzy, Scarlet Witch, Sabretooth, Pyro, Kiwi Black, and Mystique were the big guns on this op. The rest of the team were low level acolytes with a variety of powers. They were basically there to watch the Masters and maybe help them some.&nbsp; With Jumper's powers, the entire bank team simply appeared on the roof. From there, it would be easy to descend into the bank and break off into groups. <br><br>The Goons weren't given individual orders, and instead, each main member was given a few henchmen to follow orders and stick close. Hopefully they wouldn't fuck things up too bad once the X-Men arrived. "Alright boys and girls," he said in a chipper cockney accent. "We've got our orders, and we've got our assignments. The big man himself is keepin' an eye on this one, so don't fuck up. You know my orders if you do, yeah? 'Cept you, lady Wanda. You just have fun, hmmm?" Despite his cheery disposition, each of them had been informed of just what he could do.<br><br>&nbsp;And if any one of them did something to displease Magneto, they could end up at the bottom of the ocean. Or in space. Or in an active volcano. Jumper could get creative when Magneto took the reigns off. "Alright now. I'm on comms, and I'm waitin' for the signal. Soon as the loot's all gathered, gimme a ring and we're back home b'fore lunch. Kay' then, bye!" He waved, then his form seemed to warble, like space-time itself didn't quite know what to do with him before he was just gone. And then he popped right back up. "Seriously, don't fuck up!" Then he was gone again, for real this time. The others just looked at each other, exchanging looks before getting to work. Wanda and Pietro had been briefed well beforehand on their sole jobs for the day. The two of them had the highest pure destructive potential out of the entire group aside from Kiwi, who was busy elsewhere. So their job was simple. Fuck up <em>anyone</em> who came through that door.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100427163009/x-men/de/images/7/79/25976118_-1-.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Blob<br><strong>Location:</strong> Roof<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;X-Men<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sneak Attack!<br><hr><br>Fred was breathing heavy, seemingly in anticipation. But then again, when you were as big as Blob, breathing heavy was normal. "Can't wait for those X-Men to show up. I'm <em>hungry</em>." One of the men on the roof with him had turned away for a smoke, and when he heard that he snickered. "You're always hungry, tubby." He thought he'd been quiet, but before his transformation, Fred Dukes had been one of the most badass soldiers the US had ever seen. And as fat as he was, his ears still worked. Before the man could take another puff, a meaty hand had plucked him off of the roof and was holding him by his waist. "Listen here, <em>Pork</em>. I know I'm big. Hell I'm the biggest thing we got aside from that red choo choo of destruction, Juggernaut. But you ever call me fat again? I will <strong>eat</strong> you. Understand me?"&nbsp; The goon almost peed himself, but nodded his head and apologized as much as he could before he got put down. "Glad to see we're on the same page. Now everybody stay ready. When the X-Men show up, they won't think to look up here. We let em get good'n comfortable fightin' the others. Then we hop down from behind and take em' by surprise, got it?!"<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/e/e5/Sabretooh_XMen_Origins.png/revision/latest?cb=20160515111351)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sabretooth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prowling Around<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Brotherhood, X-Men<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stalking two little ladies<br><hr><br><br>Creed did nothing but scoff at the threats of their resident teleporter. Oh he was as savage as they came, which is why he knew he had nothing to fear. He and Jumper were a lot alike, and neither of them were dumb. Jumper knew even if the mission failed, it wouldn't be Creed's fault. And if it was, well...that little tidbit just wouldn't make it back to Magneto. Jumper knew better than that. After everyone was given their orders, he simply "hmmph'd" before shredding the lock and hauling ass down the roof access wall on all fours. He had no true assignment here, as his best skill was killing. So that coupled with his amazing senses got him on patrol duty. He could go through the whole bank completely silent and stealthy, while he could hear, see, and smell nearly everyone inside. He was a walking security room with claws that could tear a person to bits. He loved his job. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/94/90/0e/94900e9710d00d0c426a72c0beea345d.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Frenzy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;X-Men, Brotherhood<br><strong>Content:</strong>Ready to crack skulls<br><hr><br>"Hey, make sure they're all tied up and outta sight. We want the money, and we want bargaining chips. We don't want or need bodies, understood?" Frenzy's orders were short and to the point. She wanted things done efficiently, and quickly so they could get this over with no muss or fuss. While one of the soldiers was tying down the bank manager, one of the security guards jumped up and fired all six rounds from his revolver into Frenzy's back. She wore no armor, only a black tank top with a shoulder holster. Each shot seemed to rock her, sending her forward. When the last shot rang out, she looked over her back with a grin on her face. Her shirt had holes in it now, and within each hole a dull copper bullet was flattened against her skin. "Grrrr. We try to do this peaceful and you shoot me in the back?! I should kill you!," she shouted before running forward and scooping him off the floor by his neck with one hand. "You do <em>anything</em> stupid like that again, and I'll break the other one." "Huh? Break the AAAAARGH!!" Before he could comprehend what she'd meant, Frenzy grabbed his elbow and squeezed until the bone and cartilage started to crunch and pop under the pressure. After a few seconds, her fingertips were touching and his arm looked like it had been in a vice. "Let that be a lesson. Anyone else wants it, can get it. No? THEN SIT THE FUCK DOWN, AND STAY QUIET UNTIL WE'RE DONE HERE!" She huffed one last time, then left the guards and hostages in the back room before heading up front to wait for the party to start.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://designoftattoos.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/traditional_maori_tattoo_on_face.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kiwi Black<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bank Vault<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>Content:</strong> Opening a door<br><hr><br>Kiwi did not fear Jumper, nor Magneto. Kiwi feared no one. He did follow Erik though, as he respected and revered the man's ideals. One day they would change the world, and he would be front and center for it. While the others went about their job, he headed directly for the vault. He did not possess super strength like Frenzy or Blob. No, but his powers were still significant. Kiwi Black produced a unique form of bio-energy within his body. And his powers allowed him to release that energy at the point of contact, which raised the force of his blows to extreme superhuman levels. His punches would simply destroy the door with each impact until it gave way. Beyond the brute force applications, his dedication to his Maori people had given him the discipline to toy with his energy even further. With contact, he could mingle his energy with another person to cause effects from heart failure to scrambling a mutants abilities. There was a reason when Magneto needed things done, he sent Kiwi Black. Once he looked at the vault door, he nodded and decided to focus his attack on the tumbler itself. Once the mechanism broke, the entire door would come right off. He removed his jacket, cracked his knuckles, and focused on the direct center of the door. Then he drew his fist back, and punched forward with everything he had. As soon as fist touched steel, a concussive force shook the entire bank and a deep dent appeared in the door. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.audienceseverywhere.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Paul-blart-2.png)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Mystique<br><strong>Location:</strong> With the hostages<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Doing what she does best<br><hr><br>Aside from her on-again, off-again lover/partner/contract, Sabretooth, Raven Darkholme was the oldest and most experienced person on this team. She'd impersonated soldiers, Generals, Presidents, Celebrities, Czars, and more. She had been everywhere, done everything, been <em>everyone</em>. This was just a simple bank job. Easy peasy. Which was why she scoffed loudly and without fear when that little limey from across the pond started talking like he owned the place. He knew and she knew she'd snap his neck before he could look at her funny. She might not have been able to chuck tanks like frisbees, but there were few purer killers in the world than Mystique. She had no goons to command. She only had a single lackey she'd given a signal to, before she went off to a closet. In it was the unconscious form of the security guard who'd tried to be a hero earlier. That arm of his looked gnarly; Frenzy had done a number on the guy. With a smile, her blue, scaly form rippled and shifted until she was a dead ringer for the guard. Closing the door, she nodded to her henchman and he walked her back with the other hostages. She was the teams infiltrator, so her job was simple. <em>Infiltrate</em>. No one would suspect the brave, but not so smart security guard with the accordion for an arm to be more than he appeared. It was perfect. Now she just needed to do her part when the goodie goodies tried to save the hostages like they all knew they would. "Please. P-p-p-please, don't hurt em'. I was just doin' my job. Please don't hurt em', I'm beggin' ya," 'Paul' the security guard wheezed and pleaded through masterful pain seizures. <br><br><br><br><div align="center">------30 Minutes Later------</div><br><br><strong>BOOOOOM!!!</strong><br><br>Red flashed outside, and the main doors were suddenly battered inward by ruby face laser. When the smoke cleared, the X-Men were standing there, almost posing in their neon spandex and their uniformity. It was hilarious to watch, but it immediately turned into a standoff. Pyro, Scarlet Witch, Frenzy, and a number of low level mutants armed with a variety of weapons and powers stood there, waiting for someone to make a move. And that someone was Pyro. As slowly as he could, he tried to prepare, but right when he attacked, Cyclops blasted him through the air. Flames still whooshed out, though they were well off mark and instead scorched the floor and walls. Luckily none of the staff had been near him. She followed that up with a blast at Wanda, although the Witch fired off her own attack at the same time. Wanda screamed in pain when the bones in her shoulder crunched beneath the force of the beam, but still smiled knowing she'd hit Cyclops. Her pain would come quickly. Frenzy huffed after seeing the opening salvo, then grinned and punched a desk to splinters. "TEARM EM' APART, BROTHERHOOD!!!"<br><br><strong>“This is over! Come forward peacefully! There’s no need for violence!”</strong><br><br><strong>“Lay down your arms if you have them! And, put her hands on the floor!”</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 05:55:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J8PJSe0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Salem Summers | Cyclops, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber, Betsy Braddock | Psylocke, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> After Cyclops makes an entrance, Wolverine protects her flank and engages Frenzy. After immobilizing her opponent, she senses the Brotherhood ambush team on the roof, and calls it out before separating from Frenzy<br><hr><br>After their infiltrators headed off, Wolverine followed Cyclops as their trainee leader took them to the front of the bank, their presence unhidden but mostly unnoticed. That lasted as long as it took Cyke to put a hand to her visor and blast open the glass front of the building, shrapnel shattering inwards. Laura knew the hostages were safe, likely stowed away in the bank vault, but she was incredibly wary, wondering if Colossus or the Danger Room would deceive them. After all, it's not like they would have known where the hostages would be if it hadn't been a simulation... Laura's heart raced, she followed Salem into the building, claws flashing outwards -SNIKT- as she covered Cyclops's side, confident after a cursory glance that the hostages wouldn't be in their line of fire.<br><br>Wolverine might have been an excellent and tireless fighter, but she knew her greatest asset was the ability to take a beating so that nobody else would have to. Going on the defensive, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Cyclops blasted Pyro out of the sky, but then was taken to her knees by a bolt of chaotic magic from Scarlet Witch. Laura's instincts proved correct, as Frenzy began to barrel at Salem, who'd fired the first shot, who'd shouted down at them to surrender. Clearly hoping to take out the the disabled head of this group of X-Men, Frenzy would find herself disappointed as Laura planted herself right between the two women, and charged back at her.<br><br><strong>"Come get this!"</strong> Wolverine screamed, taking a low stance as she barreled forward. In football, on the trenches where the opposing lines jostled for dominance, the low man won. It wasn't so different in fighting, and Laura was already the shortest person on the team. And Frenzy was incredibly tall. Laura could sense the other woman delicately trying to maintain her balance as she swung a low fist to try to clobber Wolverine across the face, but she missed badly, as Laura was too fast, too close to the ground. The teenage mutant fell to her knees, her momentum causing her to slide on her pads and boots between Frenzy's legs, the other woman too slow to close her knees. <br><br>Adamantium claws slashed out and backwards, sliding through the back of Frenzy's knees. It had seemed almost too easy, but Laura was surprised to find that punching through Frenzy's skin was about as easy as slicing through steel... Not impossible for her adamantium, but she hadn't put as much strength into the attack as she might of if she'd known about Frenzy's durable skin. Still, the villainous mutant screamed in agony and fell to her knees, Cyclops too far out of her reach, but Wolverine just close enough to receive a powerful backhand. The navy and yellow clad brawler bounced like a rubber ball, colliding with the shrapnel of the wooden desk that Frenzy had shattered before rushing in, alarmed to see Frenzy walking on her knees back towards her, fury in her eyes.<br><br>Laura might have popped back up and re-engaged, but something else caught her attention. A smell... One that didn't belong to any of these people. A terrible smell, and... The sound of support bracers groaning in pain above her head. <strong>"They got people on the roof! Keep your heads up, everyone!"</strong> In the nick of time, Laura rolled away as Frenzy reached her and pounded both of her fists downwards, hoping to squash Wolverine like a bug. Instead, the young woman bought herself some distance, and began to reassess the battle field.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>26-02-2017, 06:16:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/575/243/large/jeehyung-lee-psylocke.jpg?1463288821)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Psylocke<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017.&nbsp; Early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Wolverine, Chamber, Cyclops, Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Take Down<br><hr><br><br>Psylocke did not accept the bait.&nbsp; Instead she calmly walked toward the elevator of the false building and set her destination for the ground floor.&nbsp; Calmly, as if nothing else were on her mind or required her attention, she stepped from the elevator interior and then through the lobby.&nbsp; Fingers made to adjust the red sash at her waist while her long legs set a pace and step that could only be described as runway quality.&nbsp; Hair made even darker by purple highlights lifted from her shoulders to flare behind her while she passed by her partner in this stealthy operation.&nbsp; Seductive and warm, her voice dripped with sarcastic appreciation.<br><br>“Point made.&nbsp; First we take the roof.&nbsp; Then you get us inside so we can go floor by floor down to the hostages.&nbsp; By then we should have a good idea of what is transpiring.&nbsp; Deal?”<br><br>She increased the pace then so that she was moving at a steady jog before sliding sideways into the side streets that would lead around the bank.&nbsp; The sound of the mob could be heard as dim background to her.&nbsp; Blood pounded in her ears, adrenaline beginning to introduce itself to her cardiovascular system.&nbsp; Psylocke took all things in stride and let her experience guide her steps.&nbsp; Shadowcat would gain a glimpse of such training as Psylocke did not so much seem to climb the building exterior but scale the surface.&nbsp; One drainage pipe lead to finger holds that lead toward a ledge and then the roof.&nbsp; Seconds passed by as the woman took advantage of her gloves and skill to make the surface.<br><br>Words reached her ears easily as the massive figure of Blob and his subordinate had their discussion.&nbsp; She smiled cruelly as the effort was seamless.&nbsp; The henchmen turning around and a simple brush of her mind against Blob was made.&nbsp; Words implanted in his mind that the man muttered “fat bastard” under his breath.&nbsp; She almost felt sorry for the hologram that now suffered beneath the belly bump of the behemoth.&nbsp; She heard the figure flying across the roof and made her move.&nbsp; Arms flexed to bring her body up over the lip of the roof and set her legs to running.&nbsp; One step lead to several that crossed the distance between herself and the backside of her target.&nbsp; Revulsion set in her throat when her arm caught around the thick throat of the man.&nbsp; Her body was far from the ground below and she felt more than heard his throaty laugh.&nbsp; Doubtless he thought this a trifling thing.&nbsp; <br><br>Then they were both plunged into the darkness.&nbsp; A purple and pink blade of energy slipped upward into the base of his skull.&nbsp; Tender nerve bundles that carried so much information felt the stilling power of her energy.&nbsp; Psylocke thrust not only the weapon but herself into his mind.&nbsp; The effect was not what she was used to doing as the hologram contained none of the complex psyche of a true person.&nbsp; Part of her mind wondered if this had been a mistake and the image would not respond appropriately.&nbsp; Yet there was something there and she pressed her thoughts into that something, commanding a shutdown of systems.&nbsp; Beneath her the figure jiggled and then collapsed.<br><br>Gracefully she rolled forward from his back.&nbsp; One hand lifted to project her thoughts toward her partner.<br><br><strong><em><em>Quickly before the cat returns for us both.</em></em></strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 13:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/d9e15ey.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bishop, Blackout, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fun and games.<br><hr><br>"Ruder men than you get a special touch, Bish'," Rogue replied to his comment with a smart-ass quip. Not that she particularly enjoyed using her powers in a fight or self-defense, but if it came down to it, she's deal with a bit of a messed up head over getting messed up. The fact that her accent almost made it sound like she called him a 'bitch' though was just a happy accident of the moment. After all, a real fight wouldn't see them so crippled and outmatched. To her it just looked like an excuse for an authority figure to throw their weight around--but she at least knew enough to know that if she started to call him G.I. Joe things would end very badly for her.<br><br>Still, the temptation was there. <br><br>As her fist hit the muscle of his thigh, she was already moving to try and get away from an expected counter. She couldn't move that fast, though, and grunted as he shoulder-checked her. Stumbling back a few steps, she looked up just in time to see her partner announce an attack and go for a wall-jump kick. Nice move, she though, though it would have been nicer to not give him any warning it was coming. But assuming that Bishop would be distracted by the tiny, if attractive, girl kicking at his head she pushed forward again, and again went in low, kick sweeping it at the side of his knee. Dirty, and potentially crippling if it was on anyone other than a veritable Goliath, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>04-03-2017, 20:39:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/X-Men-The-Last-Stand-ellen-page-733408_213_300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 01/09/2017 13:50<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Psylocke, Wolverine, Legion<br><strong>Content:</strong> Game Face<br><hr><br>The info of people on the roof had Kitty glancing up as she simply phased out of the building and onto the street. Figures they would have lookouts. However, how was she and Psylocke supposed to get up there? Apparently Psy had the answer, as she began scaling the drainage pipe that ran along the side of the building. "Oh...come on..." The idea of using the tiny finger holds did not appeal to the Shadowcat. But until she learned to fly...it would be the only way she would be able to gain altitude.<br><br>And so she did her best to keep pace with Psylocke. It wasn't easy, and Kitty was a bit breathy when they finally made it to the top. It was unfortunate that she was a bit late, and Psylocke was already charging the Blob. "Wait!!" The cry came too late, and Kittyynbegan to rush forward, her shock-sticks seeming to just materialize in her hands as she drew them. It seemed unnecessary, however, as she watched Psylocke thrust her hand...and then a telekinetic blade through Blob's skull.<br><br>Slowing to a stop, she would watch the massive man fall, and glanced around. "Geeze...that was brutal." Of course, Kitty knew that even the program would show the brutality of he Brotherhood. From all her research, Kitty knew how much they hated the X-Men, and knew that this had to reflect in the training programs. Still, the order had been non-lethal. It made Kitty uncomfortable.<br><br>"Alright...so floor by floor? And let's try not to kill anyone else, huh?" She glanced to the Blobs supine form, shivering slightly. Finally taking Psylocke's hand, she would phase them both through the roof, and onto the top floor. It was a small jump, and Kitty was sure to give Psylocke enough time to get used to the idea before going forward. First timers always seemed to freak out a little. "Anything on the top floor?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>05-03-2017, 21:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Chamber.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1st of September 2017, 1350<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Colossus, Shadowcat, Cyclops, Wolverine, Psylocke<br><strong>Content:</strong> Leftovers?<br><hr><br>Jonothon really had nothing to say as Cyke handed out the orders, though he had to hold back a chuckle. Concussive blasts only? Right... As if he had total control of his powers to begin with, Chamber might actually have a whole face. Still maybe things would go fine and instincts would help out... If not things might get messy depending on what got hit, people were safer due to being carbon based. Why his powers affected carbon different was beyond Jono, but he could still dish out the pain. <br><br>Staying silent also allowed him to simply watch those around him and follow their lead if necessary. One would probably imagine there being a critique session after the mission was done and if he really had to, Jono would offer his own opinions. Chamber had stuffed his hands into his pockets as he followed the others to the bank. His head shook as he heard the voices in the and even gave a small wince as Cyclops had proceeded to blast the doors in and announce their presence. It took a second before one of the Brotherhood told the others to tear them apart. A sigh came from Chamber as he pulled his hands from his pockets and raised them to his face.<br><br>Pairing off really didn't take that long as Cyclops&nbsp; had engaged both Pyro and the Scarlet Witch. Flameboy looked to be down for now and the Witch was hurt, but still might be able to fight. Cyke herself had taken a shot and went down to a knee, but Jono wouldn't immediately head over to help. Wolverine went after the one that had shouted about tearing the students apart. Of course now that had left Chamber to look at the more low level members which had brought out another sigh along with his annoyed voice, "Oh bloody great... Leftovers again..."<br><br>Having picked one out Chamber would shrug and call out to the no named member, "Hey mate... Sorry about this..." Of course the Brotherhood member looked confused at the British mutants words, "The hell you talkin' about X-Puke?" <br><br>One of Chamber's fingers tugged a bandage down just enough to allow inner flames to have risen up about his cheek, "Ya have a pretty cool shirt on, but I'm not bloody dumb enough to wear an Iron Maiden shirt to a bank robbery..." With that Chamber had unleash a single blast which didn't strike center mass. No that would have ruined that cool shirt. Instead the bolt of concussive force struck the low level member right in the nads. The kid dropped to the floor with a high pitched squeak and both hands cradled around his balls. Jono simply shrugged, "Oops... Sights are off..."<br><br>Of course that caused the cannon fodders buddied to turn towards Jono and the largest charged him yelling to the others, "Rush this puke! Don't give him a chance to fire again!" It was a good plan if Jono had been normal... Burning eyes simply watched unmoving as the large fist came towards his chest. It made contact and black leather started to give inwards before the fist found a crease and plunged into the depths of Jono's chest. The large man had a second to look confused at Jono's lack of a rib cage, before the sizzle and smell of burning flesh came from the hand plunged into Jono's core. A blood curdling scream emitted from the man as he had started to stumble back, his ruined hand cradled in the other. The short time in the blast furnace that made up Jono's body left the hand a gruesome sight with charred black skin and even the bones underneath had started to char in a vicious fifth degree burn.<br><br>Jono had a horrified look in his eyes, but didn't let it affect his mental voice, "Sorry, but you shouldn't put your hand in strange orifices..." He gave a slight push and rapid fire snaps might be heard as the quick release clamps came apart. His flames came completely visible as they reached out to strike the large injured Brotherhood member away with concussive force. It was a first as Jono let the flames out in full view... The ruins of his body became visible and the flames curled around his head and his very hair lifted into the air led by the currents of flame. He turned slightly to look at the other low levels as his voice echoed in minds, "Who's next mates?"<br><br>If the hand had been gruesome then Jono came straight from a horror movie... The burn scars of his face along with the ruins of his upper teeth and missing lower jaw could be enough to inspire nightmares as he took a step forward. Chamber figured he might as well go all out and had actually pulled his flames back enough to reveal his missing internal organs. His spine had even come into view for those that dared to look and had caused at least one member to cry out, "What the fuck are you?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-03-2017, 15:15:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/7/77/Colossus_Phoenix.png/revision/latest?cb=20120706031536)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Rooom<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;X-23, Shadowcat, Psylocke, Cyclops, Chamber, Brotherhood<br><strong>Content:</strong> Danger Room session</span><br></span><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Things started to happen quickly as soon as they were in the bank. Pyro attacked Cyclops, and got blasted for his troubles. Wanda as well, but she managed to hit Salem with one of her hex beams. As she fell to her knee, Colossus jumped in front of her, turning himself into an unmovable, unbreakable shield against bullets and any powers that were thrown at her. "Cyclops, this is <em>your</em> mission. We need you on your feet, giving orders!" When a group of shotgun pellets slammed into his face, Colossus turned to look at the group of three men who'd fired it. <br><br>Without a word, he slammed his hands together towards them, causing a shockwave that blasted all three clean across the room and into a wall on the far side. Then he drug Salem behind cover before looking at the ceiling. Laura had shouted that somebody was up there, and despite Frenzy having the strength advantage, Wolverine had speed and those pointy claws. "Wolverine, you know how to fight someone like Frenzy. Wear her down and stay out of her reach, she could crush you!"<br><br>&nbsp;Leaving her with words she probably knew already, he bent his knees and jumped. His metallic frame tore through the ceiling and the roof, clunking when his boots touched down. But it was already too late. Everyone on the roof was unconscious, including Blob. "Blob and his friends are taken care of. Good job, Psylocke," he said over the comms as he realized she was the only one aside from him and maybe Cyclops blasting the fat man directly in the face that could knock Blob out so fast. He hopped back down through the hole he'd made just in time to grab another goon. "Hello. Goodbye!" He grinned and heaved at the same time, launching the poor man through the hole and out the building. "We've got Frenzy, Pyro, Scarlet Witch and Blob accounted for. The rest of you be careful."<br><br>&nbsp;</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 01:57:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/JDW6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bishop<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blackout, Rogue<br><strong>Content:</strong> Training<br><hr><br>As Bishop collided roughly with Rogue and sent the girl stumbling he saw, and heard, Blackout leaping from the wall. Knowing he couldn't fully dodge her attack he instead twisted his torso a little. Instead of colliding with his head she had her foot dead on track to hit his shoulder. He then had a split second decision to counter-attack Blackout or defend against Rogue's second effort. He opted to try for a little of both, bracing his entire body for both girl's impacts to land. As he had the half second of respite he advised Blackout mid-training.<br><br><strong>"No call outs, Blackout"</strong><br><br>As if to illustrate his point he utilised the momentum from turning his body into a punch. The strike had a great deal of his weight, and therefore strength and power, behind it. It was well on track to connect with Blackout's thigh as she hit his shoulder, aiming to knock her into the wall. But moving like this meant that he had consigned to at least taking some impact from both of the girls. <br><br>Blackout's foot connecting with his shoulder caused him to let out a heavy grunt, dropping his shoulder down slightly and lessening the momentum of his own punch. She had landed the hit well, getting a good deal of impact, and if he was closer to the same size as her it could have done some real harm. As it was she lacked the strength to injure him in such a resilient place while tensed. Meanwhile Rogue's string of cheap shots continued. The girl knew how to handle a real fight, and he could respect that. Better to take an unsportsmanlike win than an untimely death. Her foot connected with his knee hard, and there was only so much he could do to brace for it. Fortunately his sheer weight and tensed legs prevented him from coming close to actually falling, and the sturdiness of the target would likely cause at least some harm to Rogue's own foot and lower leg. But that was mainly because she had certainly hit him hard. Grunting again he felt a jolt of pain up his thigh. Not a real wound, or anything debilitating, but certainly an impact. Once again on an even playing field she'd have had a great effect. As he continued into the punch he grit his teeth and praised the two.<br><br><strong>"Good hits, keep 'em comin'"</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 10:55:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 1st, 1:45 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wolverine, Psylocke, Shadowcat, Chamber, Colossus<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cyclops watches some of the action as she catches up with everyone else. She tries to help after being pulled into cover by Colossus. Salem gives Frenzy a good powerful blast to help Wolverine deal with the powerful mutant just in case it was starting to take too much time. She gives a few orders, tells Colossus and Wolverine to hold the main lobby. She tells Chamber to come with her. She starts to push deeper into the bank, hoping that everyone else is doing good and following orders.<br><hr>Salem was always surprised by what the Danger Room was capable of, it didn’t always make sense in her mind. And, every now and then, the intelligent machine that allowed them to train would show her pain like this. It was alarming, and it made her want to avoid the damn thing all together. Wanda’s magicks were more dangerous in reality than they were in this program.&nbsp; Salem’s crippling pain in her shoulder was probably the closest thing the Danger Room could simulate to reflect that unbelievably powerful mutant. <br><br>On her knee, she squeezed her eyelids shut and clutched the center of the pain. Salem had to breath through her teeth for a moment, but the dull sensation started to slip away into the back of her concentration. She brought her aching right arm up to her temple, and used her left arm to hold it up by the elbow. <br><br>Cyclops raised her visor and took her surroundings in. There was a lot happening at the same time. It was an old west gun fight, it was chaos. The structure wasn’t exactly in their favor, but the plan seemed like it was doing alright. She tried to take each variable into account, quickly darting her attention from one side of the room to the other. <em>‘This is going well’ - ‘This can work.’ - ‘I only lost a few seconds.’</em> She was right, but she was still behind. She had gone from causing reactions to being trapped in a universe controlled by them. She suddenly felt like she was a few steps behind. <br><br>Cyclops barely managed to catch a glimpse of Wolverine going hand to hand with Frenzy. The flash of adamantium was enough to make Salem groan. Her whole face clenched as she watched Wolverine slice into the back of their enemy’s knee. A little bit of horror started to tickle the back of her brain as she heard the scream. Her head spun to the other side of the room just before Frenzy launched Wolverine through the air.<br><br>She managed to see Chamber dispatch his target with efficiency. It wasn’t glorious, and almost a bit cruel as she watched the young mutant’s face twist in agony. <em>‘Did Chamber just blast that boy in the cock?’ </em>The thought had no brace, it flowed through her head as she watched. <em>‘Huh. Why not.’</em> As Chamber made short work of the more croney-like mutants with his powerful mutation and his devastating flames. The horrors of battle were starting to sink into her mind. That tingle in the back of her mind was getting heavier. It was panic, and she was starting to understand that.&nbsp; <br><br>She was starting to feel overwhelmed when Piotr made himself known over her shoulder. He pulled her behind cover and made himself available in a few places at once. It was impressive, and she was glad to have him on the team. As he came back down to toss one of the mutants through the hole in the roof, Salem stood up with full height and brought her hand to her temple. The action was scattered and her opponents were more vulnerable than they had been when the fight started.<br><br>Almost all of their enemies were knocked down. Cyclops looked over to her left again to see Frenzy re engage with Wolverine. The brotherhood bitch’s back was turned to Salem, and she was on her knees. <br><br>Salem turned her beam up to 20% - <strong>&gt;Zzzzhhn!&lt;</strong> Salem’s optic blast landed on Frenzy’s back and blasted the woman down to the ground.<br><br><strong>“That should help out,” </strong>she mostly said to herself. Salem left her cover and made her way deeper into the main lobby of the bank. A few more optic blasts fired from her face at 20% to knock out a few of the nameless brotherhood members with firearms in their hands. <strong>“We’re moving the line! On me.”</strong> Salem had a few commands to give. She was clutching her shoulder again, lifting her arm to use her visor was painful <strong>“We’ve made contact, and we’ve done our job as the van.” </strong><br><br>Salem looked to her left and right at Wolverine and Chamber.<strong> “Wolverine.”</strong> Salem stopped and turned to Piotr. <strong>“Colossus. You two. Hold this position, keep these heavy hitters down, and close off our rear flank.”</strong> She turned to Chamber. <strong>“Chamber, come with me.”</strong> The x-men needed to push into the bank deeper. Her plan had severely crippled the Brotherhood’s numbers advantage. <strong>“Side by side, we move together.”</strong> Salem waited for Chamber to catch up, and she put him on her right side. <strong>“Let’s do this, Chamber.” </strong>She made for the back of the bank and kept her hand on her temple in case anyone decided to surprise her.<br><br><em>‘I hope Kitty and Psylocke are doing just as well.’</em><br><br>Cyclops pushed her way into the bank, hoping that Chamber and everyone else were following her instructions correctly. So far, she was the only one that had taken any damage. She liked it that way, and despite using some excessive force, her team was working very well together. The panic in the back of her mind was gone. She was dripping with confidence as her feet slapped their way down the corridor towards the vault.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 00:39:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is working off some frustrations. It's not working.<br><hr><br>There was one thing Rogue loved about the sub-basement areas of the mansion. If you weren't a member of the X-Men, or approved and accompanied by a team leader or other staff member, you couldn't get down there. So stepping on that elevator and going down cut the number of people she had to deal with and interact with down by a huge margin. The old-fashion decor of the mansion, and the comfortable feel to it, gave way to cold metal and harsh artificial lighting. Rustic charm that encouraged closeness and solidarity, a warmth that helped people bond and share of themselves, it was all replaced by a cold harshness. <br><br>The Danger Room might have been more fitting for what she needed, but Rogue knew she couldn't go in there alone. And not about to ask for anyone to accompany her, she settled for the next best thing. One of the training gyms, with more conventional methods of building up one's body, with specialized equipment for the team, was where she found herself. She had stripped down dangerously far for herself, wearing a tight cream tank top over a sports bra, leaving her arms and a good expanse of her cleavage exposed, with training pants on her legs. No shoes, just ankle wraps. No gloves (they were close at hand though, tucked into her back pocket), just wrist wraps. All the exposed skin should, if nothing else, give any X-Men that wandered by the warning sign to stay away.<br><br>If the big "FUCK OFF" sign all but plastered on her forehead didn't. <br><br>"Damn...Damn...Fuckin'...I...hate..." she grunted in-between strikes against a punching bag. Heavy and meant more for the likes of Bishop or Colossus, her strikes nonetheless made it shift and start swaying as she unloaded her frustrations on it. The young woman often hid just how much strength she had under all her layers, as a noticeable tone shined under a sheer of swear in the fluorescent lighting. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths as she pummeled the punching bag, wishing it made her feel better than it way. "Stupid...girl!" With a shout, she hit it one last time, before stopping, panting to catch her breath. Holding the bag, she leaned forward against it, teeth gritted as she clenched her eyes shut. What she wouldn't have given for her mother to be there right now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 04:18:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, Bishop<br><strong>Content:</strong> Training.<br><hr><br>Blackout's eyes widened as she saw Bishop shifting his body and moving to turn and she saw the fist coming.&nbsp; But there was little she could do to avoid it and she felt the impact on her thigh at the same time that she felt her foot connect with his shoulder.&nbsp; It wasn't his head like she'd been hoping and she knew that with the amount of meat and muscle he had on his shoulder, it wouldn't do much more than annoy him.&nbsp; However, the blow to her thigh hurt like hell and saw her fly back a few feet, her back striking the wall, but she was fortunate that his punch had lost alot of momentum and the impact barely phased her.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed at the praise from the man.&nbsp; She knew it was meant to encourage them, but she felt a little annoyed since he shouldn't be talking at all given where her kick had been aimed.<br><br><strong>"Not good enough, you're still talking about it,"</strong> she muttered as she moved back towards the fight, <strong>"I suppose we'll need to correct that."</strong><br><br>Looking at Rogue, Blackout wished she knew the other woman better and had an idea how she'd like to attack.&nbsp; But she didn't and she was forced to make due.&nbsp; But she was getting a sense that Rogue fought dirty and nasty and she decided that she was going to have to try and do the same.&nbsp; So even as she sensed that Bishop was once more focused on Rogue, who hadn't really moved away from the fight yet, Blackout moved back in, ignoring the slight pain in her thighs.&nbsp; Bishop's body was twisted and left his far knee somewhat exposed.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowing, she decided to go for it.&nbsp; Lowering her body the same way a wrestler might if he was going for a takedown, Blackout did her best to try and maneuver her way around Bishop to try and get behind him or at least get off to the side where he wouldn't be able to properly defend himself without losing focus on Rogue.<br><br>A snarl on her face, she would clasp her hands together like a sledgehammer, and bring them down, looking to drive them both into the back of his knee.&nbsp; If it connected properly, she was confident that it would drop the man and give her and Rogue a more or less clean shot at his face.&nbsp; Of course, she was aware that this could also go poorly for her since she was low to the ground and he could strike at her head if he chose to focus on her rather than Rogue, but she had to do something or his superior size would allow him to take control of the fight, something that she knew they would likely not recover from if that happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 05:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Kind of hard to miss the beating of a bag....<br><hr><br>Kitty hadn't planned to head for the gym. After bringing Medusa back to the room, Kitty had gone to bed, only to wake up a short time later and find her new roommate gone. Well, it wasn't that big of a deal....she wasn't Medusa's mother. But the unknown kind of left her wanting to wander around as well. Besides...there was a lot to figure out. <br><br>First and foremost, was her relationship with Piotr. Would it really work out, or was she just kidding herself? He had seemed intent on making it work. Inwardly, Kitty hoped so. But of course, she had to wonder...did that mean she needed to discuss with him what had happened between her and Heather? It was something that was weighing on her mind. <br><br>Initially, Kitty had intended to head for the Danger Room. At this time of night, it would be a perfect time to work on some coding for a new mission. However, there was noise coming from further down the hall. The one thing about the lower levels...noise seemed to travel. Especially sharp noises like the <em>thwack, smack, crack</em> coming from the gym. Automatically, Kitty knew it was someone beating on the heavy bag. This late at night, though? It was rather strange. <br><br>Kitty still wore one of Heathers bracelets...it was something that had caused her a bit of tension. The multi-haired girl had offered ALL of them....all thirty-something. Something about starting new. Kitty hadn't quite understood it, but she had taken half of the bracelets....and now one was on each arm. They seemed to jingle a bit as she made her way down the hall, going from the Control Room to the gym. Peaking her head in, she took immediate note of Rogue. And just looking at her, Kitty couldn't help but wince.<br><br>Rogue looked PISSED. Beyond just angry. Kitty supposed it was a good thing she was down here working out. The way she was unloading, it would have raised some eyebrows. For the time being, Kitty wouldn't pry. Instead, she merely walked in, and moved towards the swaying bag. It was heavy, and Kitty was rather impressed how the diminutive woman could just unload on it. Coming up on the other side, Kitty put her hands on either side of the bag, her weight being pressed lightly into it, keeping it steady so that it stopped moving. She remained like that, silent as Rogue worked out her frustrations, and merely let the girl blow up. Seeing as Rogue's hits were midline, Kitty kept her hands lower, not wanting to risk an accidental touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 20:21:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is working off some frustrations. It's not working.<br><hr><br>Rogue paused, her body tensing, when she heard someone else walk into the gym. For the love of God, could she not catch a break today? Every time she had tried to be alone, someone had to bother her. First it was the blonde temptress, Cam. Though the picnic had given her a brief respite from the state her head was it, it hadn't been as permanent as she'd have liked. And now it was...She had to actually look up and see who it was. With any luck it would be something who would know to stay the fuck away.<br><br>So, of course, her luck had to give her Kitty. Who not only didn't stay away, but walked over to grab the punching bag and hold it for her, meaning they would have to interact. Fucking. God. Fucking. Damn. Fucking. It.<br><br>...In that moment, she cared as little about proper swearing grammar.<br><br>"Ah'm..." she started, voice heavy, gruff, and noticeably tight--she was not fine. ...fine. So don' say a thing..." The strong, venting blows continued to pound away into the punching bag. At the moment, she didn't notice the bracelets that Kitty was wearing. With her hands down low, out of Rogue's sight, she spared the two a talk...for now. But the relentless pummeling of the bag only continued a bit longer, before she finally had to take a break, giving the bag a push off, as she turned and stomped away from it. She had a water bottle nearby, which was soon in hand, though when she went to take a drink...nothing. Empty. "Oh, fer the love of...!" she scowled, and chucked the bottle to the side, before running her hands through her hair. Finally, she looked back at Kitty.<br><br>"What d'you want?" she snapped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 21:52:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Kind of hard to miss the beating of a bag....<br><hr><br>It wasn't hard to see that Rogue was far from fine. Shit, Kitty wasn't even an empathy, and even she could feel the anger and frustration roiling off of her like some sort of heat wave. Didn't say anything though, merely flexed a bit into the bag, giving Rogue a base to vent out her hate and frustration on. There was little int the way of a response to Rogue saying she was fine, merely Kitty shaking her head. "Just keep swinging..." <br><br>When Rogue stopped, Kitty would step back. Fingers raked through her hair as she moved to a small shelf, grabbed another water, and silently offered it to the frustrated woman as she took a nearby set upon one of the weight machines. At the snappish question, Kitty merely shook her head. "Not usual someone's down here this late. Typically it's just me in the control room. So when I heard you, I came to check it out. Now I'm here to spot you for your workout..." it was a simple enough answer, and true, to a point. Her and Rogue knew each other, just not well. They were amicable at the best of times, and snippy at the worst. Kitty wasn't going to probe at the moment, she was just...there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 04:03:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is working off some frustrations. It's not working.<br><hr><br>Rogue stared at the water bottle that Kitty offered her way. Two competing thought processes shot through her mind. One, was to ignore it or slap it away. Kitty wasn't her friend. They weren't close, and at best they only marginally got along. At worst, they...certainly didn't get along. She wasn't exactly sure why they didn't get along. They just didn't, there wasn't much more to it than that. And so she was sure that the offered water was just...fake. She didn't care. The girl was just going through the motions.<br><br>Or, she could take it. Take the offered peace tithe...Sighing, that was the path she went with, taking the bottle with a nod of thanks. Snapping it open, she took a few long drinks. As Kitty went to sit on the weight bench, Rogue just sat on the mat beneath the punching bag.<br><br>"Ah don' need a spotter..." she grumbled, looking at her feet. "Punchin' stuff is as solo as it gets. And if Ah get hurt, Ah dunno...Ah'll go slap Wolverine. Or Logan..." Not that she would actually do so. The opportunity to spot the bracelets again went by, though...Time for round three. "Look, Ah know you think you can be everyone's friend...But just...leave me alone. You'd be better off anyway. Ah just fuckin' mess things up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 09:41:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Could cut the stress with a knife.<br><hr><br>With the water leaving her hand, Kitty continued to just sit there. She sat and waited, letting Rogue get a few sips of water in. And she even sat there, listening to Rogue grumble about not needing a spotter. Her brow arched at mention of punching wolverine or Logan, lips quirking upward as she chuckled softly.<br><br>Finally, she stood up, hands placed upon her knees as she did so, before falling to her sides. "Rogue...I don't need to be everybodies friend. I know you aren't my biggest fan for whatever reason...and I'm good with it. It's your choice. But don't patronize me with 'I'm fine'. We both know it's bullshit. If you don't wanna talk, cool. I just came to spot and help you out." <br><br>She made to head for the door, pausing a moment halfway there. Turning, she lifted a hand, bracelets jingling just a bit as she did so. "Rogue...so what if you fuck things up. Everyone fucks up every now and then. There is no such thing as perfect."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>11-03-2017, 20:04:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is working off some frustrations. It's not working.<br><hr><br>Rogue just grumbled and shook her head. She was stubborn, and simply didn't want to listen to Kitty. She didn't want to accept that someone might just actually be worried about the fact she obviously wasn't fine. Mainly, she didn't want to risk letting her walls down again. Tricking herself into thinking someone legitimately cared, and...<br><br>...And, well, look where she was now.<br><br>"Look, Kitty, Ah..." she started, looking up at the girl. The jingle of the bracelets caught her ears, and her eyes snapped to the bands on her wrists. Were those...? They were! Frowning, she stood, slowly stepping closer to the girl. 'Where'd you get those bracelets?" she asked, tone suddenly soft, as she gulped. If those were what she thought they were...Fate really hated her, sending this girl of all people to find her. "Heather give those t' you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 06:03:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Could cut the stress with a knife.<br><hr><br>For a moment, Kitty thought that maybe the tough chick exterior of Rogue's had cracked. That perhaps she would open up. That maybe...juuuuust maybe...they might actually be social, if not friends.<br><br>All that changed in the blink of an eye. <br><br>The change in demeanor was not lost on Kitty. The woman that had seemed about to open up sudden was completely shut down. Over what...bracelets? Kitty was now the one out of her element. Rogue didn't seem happy in the least, and Kitt was quick to realize why. Heather and Rogue were roommates. Of course Rogue would be protective of her. But what had happened hadn't been Kitty's idea. Surely Rogue knew that? Perhaps it was best to try and diffuse the situation.<br><br>"These?" She glanced down at her wrists, just as hands slid behind her back. "Uhh...yeah. She gave me one or two.." <em>or twenty five</em> was what she thought. Suddenly, Kitty was very glad Rogue couldn't read minds. "We umm...had a nice talk, and I guess she felt I helped her through some stuff.." of course, she was lying through her teeth. And the minute she said it, she knew that Rogue would know. Of course...how would she not! The two were roommates!<br><br>"Did uhh...did you want one?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 20:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is working off some frustrations. It's not working.<br><hr><br>Kitty's nerves about the moment at hand were unfounded. Rogue did seem tense, angry at first, yes--but in a matter of moments, the phaser would see the Southern belle practically deflate. Her jaw clenched, her hands tightened into firsts, but a quiver at her lips broke the tension almost as quickly as it settled in. <br><br>As the girl hid her hands behind her back, Rogue's gaze dropped to the floor. She scoffed at Kitty's lies, though she didn't have it in her to be angry at the brunette. Rogue was, in truth, exhausted, as it all seemed to be catching up with her in that moment, the adrenaline of her work out fading rapidly.<br><br>"Kitty...Ah live with her, Ah know what her bracelets mean. Don't mock me by lyin'..." she muttered, looking up at the girl as she asked if she wanted one. "Ah wasn't...good enough for them before. Why would Ah want one now?" With a depressed sigh, the girl trudged back to a bench to sit down on, putting her head in her hands. Did Kitty even know? Had Heather said a thing about them, or...? Well, probably not. There was no <em>them</em>. She had been an idiot to think that there was. "Ah guess Ah owe you...She was eager, Ah bet, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>12-03-2017, 21:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Could cut the stress with a knife.<br><hr><br>Rogue's sudden deflation had her blinking. What was this about? Of course, she hadn't expected such...rank resignation from Rogue. Only after a moment did it all click. Of course...they were roommates...what else could happen between roommates! Hell, her and Medusa were new to each other, and they were already flirting. God aloneness knew what would happen there.<br><br>When Rogue sat down, Kitty flinched as if punched in the gut. She was going to need to tell Piotr, of course...a conversation that she was honestly dreading. But Kitty hadn't thought that SHE was going to be the "other woman". And that realization felt like a heavy punch to the gut. "Rogue, I...." she seemed to start, but didn't know where to go with it. 'Sorry' just seemed grossly inadequate. <br><br>"I had no idea. If I had known..." She hoped beyond hope that Rogue knew she didn't want to do such things with people who were in relationships. The feel of those bracelets was suddenly a harsh reminder of what they had done. They were removed even as she stood there, and slipped into her pocket...a vain hope that their being out of sight would mean the whole thing was out of mind. "It probably doesn't mean anything to you....but I'm sorry, Rogue. I never..." she sighed softly. "I wouldn't have ever if I had known..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 00:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rogue is working off some frustrations. It's not working.<br><hr><br>Rogue just shook her head, wiping her hands down her face as Kitty started to apologize. The girl was right, the words didn't mean much to her...Although the gesture was appreciated. But it wasn't Kitty she was angry at. That was all still reserved for Heather. She knew how the rainbow-haired girl could be, claiming that she couldn't help herself, as she inched closer and closer, a touch here, a touch there...Seeming so sweet as she got you to let your guard down and then go after what she was really after.<br><br>And then, when she was done? Walk away, get a snack, and go find the next girl that caught her eyes. She had been a fool to think she would be different. Hell, she hadn't even been worth a bracelet.<br><br>"Just...don't..." she grumbled out as Kitty tried to apologize, insisting if she had known, she never would have done a thing. "We weren't nothin'...Ah should have known better than to think we were. You've seen how she is, she doesn't..." Cutting herself off, she just sighed again, and wiped the back of her hand at her eyes. "Fuck, sorry, you don't need this...Just...go play in the Danger Room...Ah'm not here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 18:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>GM POST</strong></span></span></span></div><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100427163009/x-men/de/images/7/79/25976118_-1-.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Blob<br><strong>Location:</strong> Roof<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;X-Men<br><strong>Content:</strong> Sneak Attack! (Roles Reversed)<br><hr><br>Fred thought the "talk" had been the end of it. You didn't threaten to cannibalize a person and prove you were unfairly strong compared to most people and still have a problem after. But today, that seemed what was happening, as Fred heard a mumbled "Fat Bastard" said by the same dumb sonuvabitch he'd just gave a talking to. Well Fred was done with talk, and the next thing that happened was a comical sproing noise as his substantial stomach fat compressed and folded around the unfortunate man before the fat expanded and bounced him across the roof fast enough to skip him like a stone after he'd gone twenty feet or so. Dukes took a few steps to end this issue and make a point, but all of a sudden he felt a dainty hand sink into the spongy flesh around his neck. It wasn't even enough to make him winded. "The Hell is this, the X-Men got some kinda sexy little ninj-GGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUH!!!" Fred wasn't sure what happened next when his entire body suddenly seized and he felt like punches were exploding inside his skull. He thrashed around like a fat, sweaty bull, scratching and stretching to reach the tiny figure on his back. But then everything went dark and he mewled just a bit before falling forward and crashing into the roof so hard he jiggled for nearly thirty seconds afterward. And just like that, "The Blob" was out of the picture for at least a few hours.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/e/e5/Sabretooh_XMen_Origins.png/revision/latest?cb=20160515111351)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sabretooth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prowling Around<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Brotherhood, X-Men<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stalking two little ladies<br><hr><br><br>With everyone split up and focused on the "important" matters of the heist. Getting the money, holding hostages, controlling entry points, etc... While the good guys worried about getting the hostages back, making sure the money never left the vault if possible, that sort of thing. While everyone else on either side was focused on this or that, Creed had free reign to roam the building and turn anyone he found into a bloody scratching post. And so here he was, minding his own business and whistling a little diddy when he heard movement on the roof. He knew Fred's fatass was up there, but it sounded...violent. He went to a window and shattered it during all the commotion to hear what was going on. And when he did, he heard a female voice that certainly didn't belong to Raven or Frenzy, who wouldn't have been on the roof anyway. And none of the goons in Fred's group were women...guy had a problem. So who was that talking up there? He grinned, and took a whiff. It smelled like purple hair dye and the most delicious scented sweat. That psychic ninja! Psylocke stood out to him clearly against the other background sounds and smells. Even her friend was ignored for the moment. "Ooooo, we're gonna have us some fun ladies," Creed grinned and cracked his knuckles from three floors below the roof. Now the cat was out of the bag, and it was time for him to do some hunting.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/94/90/0e/94900e9710d00d0c426a72c0beea345d.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Frenzy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;X-Men, Brotherhood<br><strong>Content:</strong>Ready to crack skulls<br><hr><br>Shit popped off fast and furious, and while it didn't catch Frenzy off guard, she was certainly surprised how quickly things escalated. The X-Men hadn't even tried their usual bullshit tactic of trying to talk it out. Pity, she'd have loved to pop someone in the nose before they knew what was going on. Once Pyro and Wanda hit the floor, Frenzy's hands went to the massive 50. pistols she had strapped to each shoulder. With her strength, she could shoot both at the same time without any issue. Recoil wasn't even a thing to her, so every shot would've been lethal if it hadn't been aimed mostly at Colossus. Each shot pinged and clanged off him, and once she was out of ammo, she tossed both to the floor. <br><br>She turned in time to see the just as shrimpy, female model of Wolverine darting at her. When she got close, Frenzy swung, trying to take her head clean off. Laura was little though, and Frenzy wasn't. She missed, and suddenly cried out in pain when she felt those blades slicing into her. She'd almost been hamstringed, but pure adrenaline and rage gave her the will to smack Wolverine across the room like a ragdoll. "RRRRARGH, you bitch! I'm gonna rip your arms off and feed you those claws! Let's see you heal from that!!" She crawled toward Laura, then wobbly found her legs underneath her. She could feel the hot stream of blood from the four lines in her leg. She was still able to fight though. <br><br>She was tough as fuck, and until she did another pass through, Frenzy was still a threat. There was distance between them now, and Frenzy thought of the best way to close it. Then she smiled when she realized she had lots of tiny friends who could get to Laura a lot faster than her. She started limping her way over to an unbroken desk, but cried out more in shock than pain when an optic laser slammed into her back. Combined with Laura's earlier attack, the impact drove Frenzy to the floor. She growled and slammed her fist on the floor facing Salem; "You little bitch!!" <br><br>&nbsp;The force from her blow shook the bank, and a directed tremor tore the floor apart in a beeline for Salem if she didn't dodge. Satisfied that she'd at least be kept busy for a second, she scrambled to the desk, reached under it, then stood back up with two light machineguns held in either hand and strapped across her chest. "Hey <em>Wolverine</em>; let's see you heal from spaghetti meat!!" Then she screamed and held down both triggers, sending a lethal volley of lead spraying at Laura.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 01:36:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Could cut the stress with a knife.<br><hr><br>Rogue could not have wounded Kitty more if she had touched her skin on skin and left her in a coma. She seemed so...defeated, something Kitty had never seen before. Sure, Rogue had been upset, angry about something...but the frank resignation, the unspoken pain was something she hadn't expected. It made her think of Piotr...how was he going to handle this? Her heart clenched just thinking about it.<br><br>When Rogue dismissed her, Kitty had started to walk away. She even made it to the towel rack, before she paused, glancing back to the pained Southerner. A whim hit her, and before she could stop herself, she turned, grabbing a towel and making her way towards Rogue. The towel wasn't big...it wasn't a bath towel, it was a gym towel. It was able to warp around Rogues shoulders just enough to allow Kitty to lightly wrap her arms around the woman, consequences be damned.<br><br>"You deserve better..." the words were soft, Kitty's diminutive frame allowin ther to just barely whisper those three words gently against the shell of Rogues ear. Again...she knew Rogue probably didn't feel it. But it was there, all the same. She just hoped that Rogue didn't try and throw her or something...not that she blamed her if she did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 04:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Big girls don't cry. Except when they do.<br><hr><br>Rogue had dropped her face into her hands again after dismissing Kitty, thinking the girl would just leave. They weren't friends after all. Not enemies, but they weren't close. Kitty owed her nothing, especially now--and Rogue was aware enough to know that she was being a bit of a bitch. And that she had been a bitch, in general, towards Kitty for a few weeks now. But it was all she could do in that moment not to break down crying. For as much as she put forth a tough girl image, this whole ordeal with Heather had hurt her more than she ever would admit.<br><br>So she didn't hear Kitty walked closer. She almost didn't even notice the towel being draped around her. But she did, and she tensed, starting to sit up to ask what the hell the girl thought she was doing.<br><br>...And that was when Kitty hugged her.<br><br>Rogue froze, going completely rigid, out of fear she was about to hurt Kitty. It took her a few moments to really realize that the girl had taken the right precautions to avoid injury, though, as long as she didn't start causing a fit. But the sentiment was too much for the Southern belle. The comfort she had been rejecting all day from those that new her, now coming from the girl that had helped start all these problems, a girl she wasn't even friends with...She started to cry. Her shoulders shook once, twice, as she took in a strangled breath. Her weight shifted slightly back against the smaller girl, as she buckled over slightly, tears falling from her eyes. She didn't sob, or make a sound. She just trembled, as emotions she tried so hard to suppress came bubbling out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 17:58:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Could cut the stress with a knife.<br><hr><br>A small shift was made as she felt Rogue's weight begin to lean against her. Those arms seemed to tighten their hold....not restricting, merely holding secure, letting the tough southerner know that she had support. Gently, she would lead Rogue down to the floor, until they were both settled down in an almost sitting position....Rogue sitting, and Kitty kneeling behind her.<br><br>All Kitty could do was offer warmth and support. Letting Rogue cry it out, Kitty braved the possibility of being zapped by Rogue's powers by gently nuzzling the back of the belle's head, her voice soft and soothing. "It's alright....I got you. Just us....you can let it out..." Kitty wasn't trying to get fresh with Rogue, merely trying to be a form of support for the seeming loner, the woman who always acted so tough in public. It was a side that Kitty hadn't ever seen of Rogue...had never thought even existed. Kitty felt foolish for not realizing it was a front sooner. Of course Rogue felt like anyone else...perhaps moreso because of her power. <br><br>Kitty vowed at that moment not to make her feel this way again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ace Flyer</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 14:24:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rogue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gym<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 7th,11:00 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> Big girls don't cry. Except when they do.<br><hr><br>Rogue hated that this was happening. She hated that she was crying. She hated that Kitty was here with her, that she had let all of this happen, that she had broken her own rules and let a nymphomaniac like Heather get in close to her. Putting the girl who couldn't touch anyone living in the same dorm room with a girl that had issues keeping her hands to herself had been a good one in theory. In that moment, though, Rogue just wished that she had never met Heather. <br><br>But she also knew she should get Kitty off of her before--<br><br>It was an innocent shift. Rogue trying to shrug out of the hug, as Kitty tried to comfort her. The towel shifted, and the younger girl's forearm brushed along the skin of Rogue's upper arm. The effect was instantaneous--Kitty would feel a pressure on her mind and a pain, as Rogue absorbed a part of her. The brief contact, barely more than a second, would have no permanent effects. But Rogue startled at the feeling, and suddenly found herself falling through the bench she was sitting on. Throwing herself forward she caught herself before going through the floor. She never understood how touching someone gave her the same kind of control of powers as people she touched. Perhaps it came with the fragments of psyche and memories she stole. The brief touch to Kitty had given her little more than the girl's feelings in that moment, her own sadness and concern, the pity...<br><br>"Fuck!" she shouted, punching the ground, before standing, "Kitty, Ah...Are you okay? Ah didn't...that was...fuck. Fuck! Just...stay away from me!" she shouted at the girl. Rogue was scared, it was obvious. But she left no time for Kitty to step in. She grabbed the towel to hold around her arms, and just turned and ran out of the gym, phasing through the wall into the hall beyond.<br><br>What she wouldn't give to have her mother there...Even if the woman would hardly be a sympathetic shoulder, she just wanted someone who could understand...<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">~END SCENE~</span></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 03:28:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J8PJSe0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Danger Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 1st, 2017, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Salem Summers | Cyclops, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber, Betsy Braddock | Psylocke, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wolverine gets distracted by the rough teamwork on display in the room, then nearly loses her lunch thanks to Chamber. By the time she gets focused, Laura gets lit up by Frenzy, but manages to get up and headbutt her enemy a few dozen times to put her down.<br><hr><br>Laura soaked in the situation around her; Time seemed to slow down as she calmly analyzed her team and her enemies, and she prepared herself for her next attack or maneuver. Her three teammates were various mixtures of amateur and expert. Colossus calmly responded to the situation at hand. He helped dear leader to her feet, and effortlessly put down a few more Brotherhood members before he leapt to the roof to respond to Laura's callout. Cyclops herself seemed rattled by the injury to her shoulder, but after a jumpstart of confidence from Pete, she managed some semblance of bravery and began to call shots. Chamber seemed nervous as he mentally quipped at his opponents before firing off an inaccurate yet brutal shot of his psionic force flames. <br><br>She imagined what they must have thought of her. Wolverine was confident in herself, however. She knew that she was the best one in the room. It wasn't their fault that they couldn't measure up to her; She'd been bred for action, trained to fight and kill with ruthless efficiency. Adjusting her style to a team was difficult, but it didn't hold her back too much. She was so puffed up on herself in the heat of the moment that when Colossus shouted at her about Frenzy, giving her some pointers on how to take her out, she made a scowl that was somehow visible beneath her obscuring mask. <strong>"I... Got it!"</strong> Her original retort was meant to be more pointed and catty, but Laura at least liked Colossus. If it had been Slim, she might have really lost her cool.<br><br>Facing Frenzy again, she pried for an opening. The evil mutant was forced to her knees, thanks to the ligament slice and dice Wolverine had done on her a minute ago, but she was still dangerous and strong, and taller than Laura despite her injury. Frenzy was well-trained and had reach, and Laura held back, to give her opponent first move. Sometimes it was easier to react than to act. But when her foe went for the pistols strapped to her body, Laura knew she had to put her down before things got bad, very, very bad. She began to charge at her, claws still bared as she bared her teeth like an animal. <strong>"Don't worry, ain't gonna kill her!"</strong> Laura growled, preparing to pounce, only to be forced to backpedal as Frenzy got slammed in the back by a concussive blast that made it look like she was lunging for Wolverine. The navy and yellow clad X-Man hopped backwards and straightened her stance, dropped her guard. <br><br><em>I can't do this teamwork stuff... These idiots have me so turned around.</em> She hadn't asked for or needed Cyclops's interference, or Colossus's coaching, or... She hadn't been paying attention to Chamber, but when she glanced over at him, and saw him with his coat open, just a spine dangling around a bunch of purplish flame... That grisly sight, and the smell of human flesh roasting after he barbecued his mark, was enough to turn Laura's stomach. <strong>"Eeeugh... Oh god..."</strong> She had been putting aside the sensation of unreality that she'd felt early on in the danger room sim, but now, Laura couldn't help but break that illusion. She knew she was in no real danger, but suddenly the small inconsistencies in the holograms that only she could see and the uncanny simulated smell of simulated human flesh burning was a bit too much. <br><br>Between her queasiness and how annoyed she felt, Laura wasn't thinking straight as she reached up and pulled her cowl back, letting it fall around the back of her neck. She stumbled a few steps backwards and grabbed the nearest wall for support. She was pale and wide-eyed, wrestling down the urge to vomit all over the simulated bank. Only a few seconds had passed since Cyclops took out Frenzy, and the team leader was already making her way out of the room with Chamber, leaving Colossus and Wolverine herself to keep watch. Wolverine could only nod as she began to weakly pull her cowl back into place, finally getting the best of her queasiness. <em>Remind me to yell at faceless boy for making the bad smells later...</em><br><br>Cyclops hadn't even left the room before Frenzy suddenly popped back up. She'd only been stunned for a few seconds, and she reminded everyone that she was still very much a part of this fight as she screamed in fury and crashed her fists down into the floor, her insane strength rending the ground with a fissure aimed right at Slim. Laura jammed her cowl back in place in a hurry and popped her claws again, rushing back at Frenzy to put her down before she could do any more damage. But those big pistols were aimed back at her in a heartbeat, and a series of shots rang out as 50 cal bullets rippled through the air towards her. Red erupted around Wolverine's gut as she was struck, her forward momentum countered by the energy behind the bullet, causing her to do a violent pinwheel and crash to the ground. <br><br>It might have killed any of the others... Except for Colossus. And possibly except for Chamber. It might have killed Cyclops if she had been targeted, but Laura rolled back to her feet, and moved towards Frenzy again, a mask of rage and pain on her face that meant certain death. Her adamantium claws flashed and the sound of metal shearing pre-empted the clatter of two gun barrels as Wolverine disarmed her opponent. <strong>"RrrraAAAAARGH!"</strong> Her hands were on Frenzy's collar a second later, holding her still as Laura's face slammed forward, delivering a nasty headbutt... And another, and another... The sickening sound of crunching bone was heard again and again as Laura made it her absolute mission to break Frenzy's face with her own face. By the time she was finished, she dizzily backpedaled away, and her teammates could see the extent of her own damage. Her lower abdomen was completely torn apart, shredded organs and the tips of her lower rib cage bare to the open air, blown away by those explosive bullets. A fountain of blood was pouring down Laura's nose and mouth, and it didn't seem ready to stop just yet, not until the cartilage reset itself. She looked like a ghost out of hell, one foot in the grave.<br><br>She didn't sound dead as she spat blood at Frenzy and growled at her. <strong>"Stay down, bub."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 22:22:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2015/09/20/19/2C8C8BE400000578-3242294-image-m-116_1442775049720.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 16th, 10PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem<br><strong>Content:</strong> Winding down after a good workout<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Outfit (https://i.imgbox.com/nmHjY6YE.jpg)<br><hr><br>It had been a long day, but Cam still had so much energy to burn off before she could fall asleep. It was a shame that she couldn't find anyone to work out with or just hang around with. During the week when classes were in session, it wasn't easy finding someone to ditch sleeping just to keep her company. Sure, Roberto would do anything for her, but even she knew better than to wear him out. Plus, she was certain that she'd end up bugging him before classes in the morning. She couldn't seem to let him sleep in ever, so it wasn't fair to keep him up late as well.<br><br>Working out alone was difficult for her; Anytime she was alone was always difficult. It was probably something she needed to see a therapist about, but she could never admit that it was a big enough problem to seek treatment. So, she had put in some earbuds and listened to an audio file her fathers had sent to her. It was basically just them catching her up on things at the house and outside of this mansion. They talked about how much they missed her and how the house wasn't the same without her in it and told her not to worry about things, just like any other parents would. Sure, it was strange to not listen to music when she was working out, but she enjoyed the sound of someone talking to her so much more. It eased her anxiety and allowed her to have a good workout session that didn't need to be cut short due to a tightness in her chest and the urge to find anyone to keep her company; It was a little trick she learned in order to cope with the loneliness this place sometimes had to offer.<br><br>After spending some time on a treadmill, jumping rope, and doing some hanging crunches, she cooled down with a bit of yoga to slow her heart rate. She didn't typically do much with most of the equipment around the place and never really needed to worry about having a spotter. She worked out to stay healthy and get rid of energy rather than to get stronger. She had never been much of a fighter and nothing had changed now that she had the opportunity to become a part of the X-Men. It just wasn't something that interested her. If she really wanted to hurt people, there were much easier ways to do so than punching or kicking, in her case. A quick kiss, a lick, a sneeze... There were quite a few options.<br><br>Satisfied with the amount of energy she had burned, the blonde made sure finish off her water bottle on her way to the locker room so she could lock it up in her locker and dispose of it in her room later on. She was always very cautious about making sure no one accidentally got hurt because of her carelessness. It was something that she had learned to manage to do for about seven years so far. By now, it was second nature to her. There was no thought process to it anymore.<br><br>Wanting to hear the end of the long audio message, she took her time at her locker, bending over to untie each sneaker before removing them and setting them in the bottom of her locker, along with her socks, and sat down on the bench to finish listening to the wonderful message. She missed her parents a lot, but she also would miss everyone from here a lot if she were able to go back home. Cam often had trouble letting go of people that she considered to be friends and there were a lot of people on that list, including those who didn't consider her as a friend. She has an unfortunate ability to attach herself to people very quickly. It didn't matter if it was a pet or a childhood friend or someone she met for a cup of coffee, she always felt that tinge of pain in her heart when she knew she wouldn't be able to see them again for a long while or ever again. It was truly depressing at times, which is why she constantly surrounds herself with people as much as she can.<br><br>Salem was no different. They weren't too close, because Salem had a bit of an issue with being alone together, but they were definitely friends. They were both virgins, which Cam decided was enough justification to hang out together whenever she could convince her to do so. And even though Salem was very much a prude (and didn't flirt much, it seemed), Cam couldn't help but continue to be herself and flirt with the girl whenever they were together. Salem was just so pretty! Of course, even if she were unattractive, Cam would still flirt with the girl. She liked to make people feel good about themselves and had no issue with seeing inner beauty as well as outer beauty. It just so happened that Salem had both! Sure, she was rough around the edges and most of the students found her to be too authoritative at times, but Cam couldn't seem to be swayed from becoming friends.<br><br>Once the message had stopped playing in her ears, Cam turned off her iPod and pulled her earbuds from her ears. Standing up, she set her iPod in her locker and untied her hair before grabbing her hairbrush from her locker. After closing it and slipping the lock on it, she walked over to the full-length mirror that was at the end of the lockers and looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair, wanting to get all the tangles out before taking a shower. It always took her a bit of time to brush through it all with her bristle brush. All the while, she <strong>sang</strong> (https://youtu.be/mer6X7nOY_o) softly, her voice echoing through the locker room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>23-04-2017, 22:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/r66xVCl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Salem Summers || "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Locker Room<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 16th, 10PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cam<br><strong>Content:</strong> Finding Cam in the locker room. Cyclops is starting to change clothes, not so shyly.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> X-men gear<br><hr>Cyclops was in full gear, new gear, updated, and made for her upon graduation. Her visor was the same, but everything else was different, black and blue with yellow trimming, a full body suit, slim fitting, kevlar, leather and polymer fabrics and high density polyethylene plates, thin and strong. <br><br>She was in the danger room for almost three hours that night with an errant mind, set off and motivated beyond belief. Cyclops was running a simulation of close quarters melee combat. With each motion, another thought fired her up even more than she had been before.<em> ‘Not doing enough!’ - ‘Too vulnerable.’ - ‘Too reliant on powers.’ - ‘weak.’ </em>She was surrounded by larger men with knives and chains, trying to overwhelm her. There were three simulations fighting with her. Cyclops was fighting angry and focused.&nbsp; <em>‘Girly, Salem! Fix it!’ - ‘Have to be womanly, have to grow up!’ - ‘work harder’ - ‘stop bitching.’ - ‘not, enough, time.’ - ‘Chapter ten, the story ends.’ - ‘You have to choose to end it.’ - ‘Stop reacting.’ - ‘End problems before the start.’ - ‘Be more.’ - ‘Over exert.’ - ‘Harder, c’mon Salem!’ </em><br><br>She left there bruised and exhausted. It was nearly ten when the young woman opened the doors to the danger room and started toward the locker room. It felt like there should have been people leaving the danger room with her, it had always been that way. But she was considered a grown up now at the school, and that came with all kinds of new privileges and responsibilities. One of them was that she could use the danger room without supervision now. Looking over her shoulder once, she cleared her head, <em>‘that’s right. Simulations in the room, not real people.’ </em>They had been Kitty Pryde, Logan, and Rogue. Salem smiled to herself, glad that all three of those people were alive and well at the mansion. Her mind lingered on Logan for a long while. <br><br>She was too sweaty and hot to keep her uniform on completely, but there was a small chance of running into a student or another teacher in the corridor through the sub-basement. Cyclops’ gloves came first, they hadn’t looked like gloves. They were thin and rubbery, but not constricting and suffocating, padded, armored, and flame retardant. The zipper on her uniform came down to the point just above cleavage exposure, Salem was almost nude under the body suit. Her exhaustion showed on her face, but so did her vibrant excitement from working so hard. The runner’s high was a fighter’s high too.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The wonderful timbre of Cam singing Lily Allen. Salem wasn’t a good singer, she wished she was, but she had a bratty broadway voice that she couldn’t seem to get rid off. If someone were to train her to take her nose out of the equation, they would find that she was a pleasant alto with a good range into Soprano and Tenor, but for the most part, she just did her best not to sing in front of people, or by herself. <br><br>Salem wasn’t much of a singer at all, but she loved the sound of others who could manage it. Cam was special enough to bring Salem’s spirit up even higher just at the sound of the song. Salem loved the song too, she only listened to music for the lyrics, and occasionally to feel sexy when she was by herself on a lonely night. Salem was less passionate about art than some people her age. She was too mature, and too active in a responsible way to sit down and enjoy something like an artistic television show, or good album. She could play the piano enough to understand music, but Salem had a rhythmic problem when she played. Like most things in her life, it was deduced down to either abstract or useful.<br><br>The song Cam was singing was very useful, and Salem was tempted to sing along to show how much she appreciated the behavior, but instead she came up to her locker in relative silence, humming the piano in the song fairly on time.<br><br>Cyclops’ locker was still on the students side of the room, and she figured she’d keep it that way for a while. Most of the people her age at the school were students, and not teachers, and she’d changed in the same spot for the last six years, she didn’t want to change it now. She unlocked her cage door about five feet away from Cam, by chance, their lockers were close together. <strong>“Hey,” </strong>she started casually. Her face was blushed as well as her neck from the session in the danger room. Her blood was still hot and her heart was pounding hard.<br><br>She didn’t realize it, but she was almost short of breath still, <strong>“I love that song.”</strong> Salem withdrew a towel and some clothing, and sat down, working on the buckles to her uniform. Like, Cam, she removed her shoes first, they were sleek for combat boots, and womanly, byt they looked sturdy, and there was metal in the toe and the heel. <strong>“I don’t mind if you keep singing.” </strong><br><br>Once the boots were off, she continued the work on the straps and buckles on her chest, and along her arms. It was a complex Uniform, and not every buckle was designed to keep her clothed, most of them were there for other accesories. She pulled the zipper down to her navel and the uniform off of her shoulders. It occurred to her as she was taking it off that Cam was the only person so far to have seen her in it. She tried not to draw too much attention to it, but she was still sort of learning how to take it off.<br><br>Salem was a prude by trade, but she wasn’t a shy girl, and locker rooms had never made her shy or nervous about her body. Growing up in orphanages made groups of people feel safe around each other. It was a bit awkward with just <em>one</em> other person in the room, but Salem was always kind of awkward.<br><br><strong>“So! Whatchu up to tonight?”</strong> She reached into the locker again for a bag of toiletries and her Ruby-quartz sunglasses. She could shower with her visor on, but she liked to clean her entire face. As the two girls made the start of a locker room conversation, Salem unclasped the back of her visor and pulled it away from her closed eyes. She was controlled and careful with her tools and herself as she exposed the dangerous part of her face for just a moment.<br><br>Once the glasses were on, she started to peel away at her uniform. It came off more easily than she thought it would. It didn’t stick to her like she had expected. It had been just as easy when she was testing it out, dry, and cool. Coming off of her shoulders, Salem’s near-nakedness was a bit less than sudden. She was wearing a sports bra, but she wasotherwise topless under the uniform, and she’d lowered it down to her waist, freeing her arms as well.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>