Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary
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				Title: <strong>Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 04:42:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sub Basement</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/4788/subbase01.jpg)</div><br>1.) Gymnasium - Basketball Courts<br>2.) Training Room - Sparring Mats, Free-weights available in pounds and tons<br>3.) Sauna<br>4.) Swimming Pool + Whirlpools<br>5.) Changing rooms, Divided into male and female sections<br>6.) Infirmary<br><br>Everything a metahuman needs to keep themselves healthy along with ample training areas. In the weight room nearly every machine is available along with free-weights that come in various pound and ton values depending on the need. The Infirmary also is on this level it has enough beds to care for a dozen injured people and even has a high-trauma area.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 05:35:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Steve Rodgers</em></strong></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> With T'Challa</strong></span> at the Avenger Tower- Subbasement/training facilities. <hr><br>"Self taught, I watched a lot of wrestling and sports when I was a younger. I always wanted to play football or wrestle but I was kind of small until my growth spurt." <br>Steve shared easily, never hinting that he had taken the gamble with the super serum that created the young healthy young man he was today rather then the sickly and lithe boy he had been all his life.<br><br>"So you a crime fighter also then? I just met Ms. Marvel and Storm up there. They seem to know what they are doing yet somehow I ended up being team captain."<br>He added with a slightly confused shrug. Steve was still digesting the news and reality of it all, he was in a school of "unique" individuals but he never created the sense of dread many others had formed for them. He had seen the news reports and stories on mutants being the bane of existence but Steve never felt sway to agree with them. <br><br>When the doors opened he stepped outside and scanned the facilities with a wide pair of eyes and mouthing the word "wicked" but did not say it out loud. <br>"Wow, this is much better then the gym I went to on 35th st." <br>He commented before looking back at T'challa. <br>"I'm going to break in the place, catch you around T'Challa." <br>Steve added with a nod of respect before wandering off to fully check out the training areas. 
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 08:41:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ms Marvel Finds the Sub Basement</strong><br></span></span><hr><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> After her meeting with Storm and having said goodbye to Steve and Gamoran, Carol decided she needed a good workout before dinner. Heading down the elevator she waited until it finally announced her arrival onto the sub level. Supposedly there was everything she would need down here. Now to see just what she had to work with. <br><br>Carol hoped there would be some kind of training exercise program. She knew Stark had a butt ton of tech and if they didn't have something worthy of training a hero team well then, they'd need to get that memo soon. Moving out of the elevator she started down the hallway stopping only momentarily to look at a map. As she nibbled her inner lip she nodded to herself. Area 2. <br><br>Voices were heard not far from her but she didn't pry into whatever they were talking about. She was on a quest to work out. This equipment better hold out strong enough for even the strongest of heroes. Carol didn't count herself as super strong, not like some she had heard of, but she was beyond human capabilities. Part of the young blonde wondered if Steve was strong like her or if he was agile or tough. His powers were still a mystery to her and more so why he was their team captain.<br><br>Heading down the right hallway she glanced around and finally found the area she sought. Training area. She pushed open the double doors and made her way inside. Carol glanced at what was available and did a sweep of the area to see just who might be in there already. </span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>VincentD</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 12:02:35</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; T'Challa raised a eyebrow, the slight reaction hidden by his mask as he nods in slight surprise. "I wouldn't have guessed, but that was one growth spurt, my friend.", he says in response. " Perhaps you were made captain of your team not because you believe yourself to up to the task, but that Ms.Stark sees something that you do not. Something to think upon."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes moving over the equipment, the prince returns the nod. "Good luck, I think you'll enjoy yourself.", he says as he moves toward the gymnasium. Pushing through the door, the huge space covered in equipment of all kinds as well as large open areas.&nbsp; The ebony clad teen moves to the largest of the open spaces, exploding from a slow walk into a series of somersaults, his speed and fluidity of movement at the edge of human capability as he hurtles his body around the mat with fearless abandon! Instinct or long habit brought hands and feet flicking out as the paws of his namesake, fingers and feet clawing air as though flesh was underneath them till finally minutes later, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the mat, the only sign of exertion the movement of his muscled torso as he breathed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; His mind calm and clear, doubts and uncertainty washed away by the frenzy of movement, T'Challa moved from the mat toward a collection of parallel bars, gym horses. Leaping over one set, body outstretched as his hands gripped the low bar on the next, he moved from bar to bar in a ever faster pattern of movement...losing himself in the simple pleasure of unthinking action. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 05:02:33</strong>
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				"You have no idea."<br>He retorted as they went separate ways, mulling over the words of T'challa a few times absently as he wandered over towards the area with the cardio equipment. Steve had not been impressed with Ms. Stark but as he thought back to her flashy entrance he was becoming certain that it was for the other students not the select few who had access to these lower facilities. Storm had given him more information in those few moments then he would have gotten by himself. He was involved in something he never thought he would be a part of. <br><br>A few minutes of stretching had passed, loosening him up before he hopped onto a tread mill and began to jog which resulted at a mid pace run, a speed he could push but did not since he had set a steep incline to the machine. Steve hadn't broken a sweat over half an hour in and he began looking around him at the handful of individuals using the facilities. When he was sure no one was looking he began to throw punches, adding some movement to his run to increase the difficulty a little since upping the speed was not working. 
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 05:49:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ms Marvel Begins Her Workout</strong><br></span></span><hr><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Carol watched as the male in the black costume began his workout. He was definitely in shape and had a good bit of agility, super-humanly so, as well as speed on his side. She couldn't help but smile some and move further into the workout area. It wasn't long after, when she saw Steve. He was still wearing his usual civilian styled clothing and yet he was putting a hurting on some of the equipment he worked with. She couldn't help but wonder if he was holding back some. With pursed lips and a sashay of hips, naturally so, she flew over toward him and landed. <br><br><strong>"You wanna spar with me? We could use the practice and I'm honestly interested in seeing what you can really do. "</strong><br><br>The costumed heroine had come down there with full intentions on doing some workouts of her own with her energy blasts.&nbsp; However upon seeing Steve there, she decided to seize the opportunity to get to know her teammates abilities and see just what he could dish out or more importantly if she could take what he dished out. Her fingers pushed back her long hair into a ponytail and she tied it there in place. Ready to move to the mats she watched him to see if he'd accept or back down for fear of hurting her or some such. Carol was used to that with men, she just hoped he was different and saw that she wasn't a normal female.&nbsp; She was prepared to be turned down and&nbsp; if so she'd go ask the other one if he'd be up for it. Either way she wanted to spar with someone. It just wasn't fun fighting yourself or some bag that hung from a chain. </span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 07:18:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Steve and Ms Marvel </em></div><hr><br>He had been running on the treadmill for a few miles at the high speed, mixing in punching combinations in a few steps along the way before his body finally began working up a nice sheen across his forehead but that was about it. His breath and heart rate had increased but he was in a good place when he saw Ms Marvel land next to him and request a sparing match.<br><strong>"Sure."</strong><br>Steve answered as he poked at the buttons on the machine to cool down before it stopped fully. <br><strong>"Weapons allowed?"</strong><br>He asked as he stretched his arms and torso out, spinning his shoulders before picking up the shield he had placed nearby on a bench, the only item he learning to become proficient with. <br><br><strong>"Well I know I can't fly, control the weather but I am here for a reason right?"</strong><br>Steve asked as he moved towards the sparing area with Ms Marvel before stepping away from her and taking up a stance that did not place the shield in front of him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 07:06:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ms Marvel and Steve Spar</strong><br></span></span><hr><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> When he asked about weapons and she noted the shield he pulled out, she gave him a smile and a slight shrug. There was nothing wrong with weapons. She had her own infact. Hers were just more innate than other peoples may be. Why should see deny him in this case?<br><br><strong>"Don't see why not, and yeah you are here for a reason. I'm a bit intrigued to see this."</strong><br><br>She moved over with him to the mats and looked toward the black costumed male in the other room just briefly, making note to ask him to come join them after. Carol floated up in the air about three feet off the ground as she took her own stance and nodded to him. She'd let him have the first attack, if he wanted it. Her eyes stayed on him and the shield. The young superheroine didn't know much about how you hold shields but she was almost positive he was doing it wrong. Not saying a word she motioned with her hand in a "bring it" sort of motion.</span></span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 06:27:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Steve and Ms Marvel </em></div><hr><strong><br>"Everyone keeps saying that."</strong><br>Steve said with a confused but light tone before he saw her float up in the air and take her stance. He was not hesitating to begin but he had hoped to play defense first in order to understand her fighting style. Circling around her he continued to observe.<br><strong>"Alright...let's go." </strong><br>He warned before he charged in, attempting to grapple her feet with his free hand and follow it up with a pummeling strike with his shield. Steve had no combat experience with the shield but he had been developing a fight style with it that did not require a firearm or a sword like he had seen in military history documents. The young man had no true training with a gun and less with an actual weapon. Steve was ready to raise his shield to block her own counterattacks or strikes if she did decide to go on the offensive. 
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 20:23:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ms Marvel and Steve Spar</strong><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> Carol watched Steve as he moved it at her and dodged his grapple, but took the strike by his shield. She hadn't expected him to use his shield like that. Her eyes widened a bit as she tumbled in mid air and hit the ground on her bottom with a grunt. The impact wasn't hard, just more pride bruising. She didn't see it coming and usually she saw attacks coming before they happened. Scrambling up to her feet she raised a brow at him and smirked. This was going to be fun. Focusing in on him more now, she opened up her seventh sense to try and get an idea of his next move while she did her next attack. He was obviously going on a defensive end, and she could tell it was to learn her better. Its what she did in most fights and she had to admire that as most guys she had fought got too hot headed and in over their ego to try and figure things out logically.<br><br>Hovering back up in the air, with her long sunshine colored hair whipping around at her back, she raised her toned right arm upward facing her palm toward him. She made sure not to use her concussive blast too harshly on him, she just wanted to sting him a bit. The beam of bright energy shot out from her hand. It was directed at his middle in hopes it would knock him off balance a little and at least have him feeling the power she had. It would have been unfair to go full out on the guy. Carol felt it was a training exercise, not necessarily a "dick" waving contest. Steve was pretty green she could tell but with training in their team, he had potential of being unstoppable -- at least to a degree. The blonde haired female just needed to find out where his weakness was. </span></span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 20:39:54</strong>
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				<hr> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Gamoran Goes to Work Up a Sweat</strong></em></span></div> <hr><br>Still slightly flustered about the incident with Ororo, he made his way down the hallway to find the elevator, activating it with his Avengers ID card.&nbsp; He waited until the door slid silently open and slipped inside, riding down to the sub basement where the training facility was located.&nbsp; Since he was already in his uniform, he skipped the locker room and made his way to the entrance of the training area.&nbsp; He saw Ms Marvel and someone he hadn't seen before sparring... he blinked as Carol unleashed an energy blast from her outstretched palm.&nbsp; He didn't know she could do that.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; The guy she was sparring with wielded a colorful shield and he could tell that despite his lack of combat experience, he had an obscene amount of raw talent.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he heard someone else training, his focus now on the quite agile guy in the black uniform.&nbsp; He watched him for a moment... musing to himself that he seemed to move like a Jabkan... a beast with six legs very similar to the big cats of Earth.&nbsp; He raised a brow and walked over to the area where the man was training, his voice clear as he spoke up.<br><br><strong>"Do you prefer to train alone?&nbsp; My name is Gamoran."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 22:52:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Steve sparring with Ms. Marvel-</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! </em></div><hr><br>Despite the speed at which them moved, Steve's breathing calmed allowing him to focus on her moves. He saw her go down on her bottom but was quickly back up, pointing her palm at him. Steve had seen that before, but where? Iron Woman! The blond man did not move fast enough, instinctively lifting his shield to block the blast but was to slow. <br>"<strong>OOF! </strong>"<br>Steve grunted as he was knocked off balance by the attack, stumbling backwards into a back one handed spring! Turning to keep her in his sights he suddenly launched the shield with his free arm before twisting into a sprinter's position to charge at her to get up close and personal. Ms. Marvel had two attacks coming her way, the shield with a charging Steve right behind it, ready to tackle her down to prevent her primary form of attack (that he knows of- concussion palm attack). 
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				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 21:10:17</strong>
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				After Logan christened his bed and took a shower with Joystick, he woke up from a nap and headed down to the sub-basement to check out the facilities.<br><br>His stumbled onto Rogers, the young man who helped him out with the football players, but focued on a smoking blonde, Ms. Marvel, sparring with him.&nbsp; He stood by Gamoran.&nbsp; Logan's head turned from one side to another, following the bombshell's blast and Rogers' acrobatics, then turned the opposite direction, following Rogers' shield and subsequent rush.<br><br>"C'mon, Rogers, she's just a girl.&nbsp; You can take her.&nbsp; And if you can't, I guess she'll just need a real man like me to handle her.&nbsp; Heh."<br><br>He sniffed the air, getting familiar with the scents of his teammates.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 16:13:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ms Marvel and Steve <br>Just a Girl?</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> As the blast had knocked him off balance she had almost patted herself on her back but he sprung back up quickly. Carol was actually impressed and glad he didn't go down too easily. His charging of her had her wondering just what he was going to do next. Focusing on his actions she dodged the shield as it flew at her and had even dodged him but had not expected the shield to come back like a boomerang and peg her in the back. She rolled forward, feet over head doing two somersaults before she finally landed upside down against a wall and slid down with a grunt. She blinked a few times and took in a few quick breaths. With her breath knocked from her, she shifted around to move to an upright position. As she stood and turned back toward the blonde haired male, she gave him a smile and rose a brow at the unexpected turn there. That shield was tough and his swing of it with superhuman strength she had underestimated it and now came to the conclusion she wouldn't do so again.&nbsp; <br><br>When the short fire tempered guy from the field showed up she glanced his way. <br><br><em>"C'mon, Rogers, she's just a girl.&nbsp; You can take her.&nbsp; And if you can't, I guess she'll just need a real man like me to handle her.&nbsp; Heh."</em><br><br>Carol rose a brow at his words and glared at him a little. <br><br><em>Just a girl. Hrmph. Real Man. Yeah. Right. You gotta grow a bit more before -that'll- happen.</em><br><br>She mused internally in response to his goading of her sparring partner. The arrival of Gamoran didn't go unnoticed either but she tried to keep her attention focused on the shield slinging superhuman she was sparring with. Carol wasn't going to go down easily and she was glad he didn't let up when it came to fighting her. He was one of the few who had knocked her down on her backside, and two times at that.&nbsp; Refocusing herself she flew at Steve, keeping herself just a few feet off the ground in flight, intending on striking him with a full on punch to his chest/midriff. </span></span><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 19:13:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Steve sparring with Ms. Marvel-</strong></span>&nbsp; <em>Brawling!</em></div><hr><br>Steve had been to focused to let his attention fall on anything or anyone who was not the masked blonde bombshell. It was clear by the look on his face he was not expecting the shield to return to him when it did, but he also did not think she would evade both attacks and get caught by the unsuspecting one. <br><br>When she charged at him again he was ready, lifting his shield to block the strike and attempt to strike at her but the shield limited his mobility which allowed her to grab his arm and using his own force, slam him onto his back on the ground with a thud. Steve stared up at her to block a kick to his chest before hooking the back of her knee to bring her toppling down to the floor as well before attempting to grapple her. The each exchanged and blocked a series of blows before they came apart. They engaged one another once more and second time was a charm when Ms marvel landed a punch into his gut that knocked most of the wind after him but he stood back up with a grin. <br>"Look behind you." <br>Steve half panted, the shield was not on him and had been tossed at an angle at around the time she landed the blow and was now flying back at her...
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				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 20:26:52</strong>
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				<strong>"C'mon, Rogers, enough with the foreplay.&nbsp; Let's see some real action."<br><br></strong>Logan liked how his words seemed to spur them on, but he decided to make things a bit more interesting.&nbsp; <br><br>He stepped aside to dodge the shield Steve intended to rebound off the far wall.&nbsp; Then he dove in the direction of the trajectory of the shield and popped a claw.<br><br><strong>"In ice hockey, this is called a deflection."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>The shield caromed off the metal spikes coming out of his fist.&nbsp; The shield's path was redirected from Ms. Marvel's backside and straight back to its owner.<br><br><strong>"Just saved yer sweet ass, Goldilocks.&nbsp; Ya owe me one."<br></strong><br>He looked her up and down, then gave her a wink.&nbsp; He waited for her to say something clever.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 20:28:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j38/Princess_in_Wa/msmarvel.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Logan and Steve<br>&nbsp;<em>*Ms Marvel and the two Bears*</em><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"> Their quick movements went on and on as they had a side audience. She noticed that Steve wasn't completely aware of everything his shield did. When they finally reached the point where she socked him in the middle and he stood up, the blonde heroine tilted her head and rose a brow when he told her to look behind her. His shield wasn't in his grasp and she could only guess it was coming right at her, at that moment. Turning toward where it would be coming from she had moved in just enough time to see the one known as Logan there with claws popped out of his hand redirecting the shield from hitting her. Carol blinked at the look of claws on the shorter man's fist and she looked back toward Steve then as the shield made its way back to him. <br><br>With their sparring interrupted she stood so she could see both of them equally. Logan's words made her almost scoff.&nbsp; <em> Saved. As If. </em> She pressed her lips together tightly and wet them before she gave him a reply he was obviously waiting on.<br><br><strong>"Sweet Ass?! Excuse me? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"</strong><br><br>Carol seemed oblivious to his looking her body over and didn't really say anything about it. She didn't seem to get the whole, guy's thinking she's hot bit. She knew she was attractive but she never played it up. The blonde girl would have been happy to be sparring or just spending time looking at the stars. She was a true geek at heart and a real science nerd. The ideas of boyfriends or girlfriends was something she thought about many times, as she did tend to fall in love with those she got close to. It was a fault of hers but one she didn't think too much on. She'd thought herself to be in love at least twice in her life, but she had loved many even though she had never been closely intimate with anyone, with the exception of kissing.&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 20:49:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol, Logan, and Steve<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The sound of the elevator doors swooshing closed from some distance down the hallway had preceded the arrival by several moments. Stepping into the sparring area where most of the commotion had emanated from she steps to the side, content to simply watch quietly the unfolding match-ups. The day had been beyond stressful. Dealing with some students she did not particularly -want- to and she was certain there was more to come. The office had become musty, claustrophobic and she simply had the urge to move -elsewhere- where there were more people, more activity.<br><br>She glances towards the student known as "Logan" such a hormonal driven man. Directed by what was in his pants moreso than any sort of reason or logical thought. She shakes her head quickly as he quite obviously begins to leer and Carol, trying everything he can to get into her good-graces. So that he could try to -bed- her no doubt. It was something she was having trouble coming to grips with this seemingly primal need by some males to simply 'hump' everything in sight. The look of shock, and the rather angry reaction from Carol prompted her to speak as well as soon as the blonde woman quieted.<br><br><strong>"That was perhaps a bit uncalled for. Carol is a strong woman and a gifted combatant."</strong> She pauses for a moment, pursing her lips. <strong>"Sweet-ass, Goldilocks... Those terms are a bit demeaning, wouldn't you say?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 21:45:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Logan / Wolverine<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol, Storm, and Steve<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><strong>"Sweet Ass?! Excuse me? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"</strong><br><br>"Can't say I ever met my mother, Cornsilk.&nbsp; But I'd be happy to demonstrate what I can do with my mouth on <em>you</em> sometime."<br><br><strong>"That was perhaps a bit uncalled for. Carol is a strong woman and a gifted combatant.&nbsp; Sweet-ass, Goldilocks..."</strong> <br><br>"Mmm, I love it when ya talk dirty, 'Ro.&nbsp; Now yer speakin' my language."<br><br><strong>"Those terms are a bit demeaning, wouldn't you say?"</strong><br><br>"Sure, they could be demeanin', or they could be a compliment.&nbsp; Besides, a little smacktalkin' durin' trainin' will help get her ready for when hell really breaks loose.&nbsp; It's goin' to go with the territory when hot teen bodies are wearing skintight, curve hugging uniforms that reveal more than they cover up.&nbsp; When ya add elbow gloves, thigh highs and a red sash, it's gonna be hard to avoid thinkin' about more carnal pursuits.&nbsp; It's gonna be <em>real</em> hard."<br><br>He looked Storm up and down.<br><br>"Maybe it's time for ya to get off the bench and onto the playin' field, 'Ro.&nbsp; I'll take ya on.&nbsp; I'll make ya feel thunder down under.&nbsp; I'll make you rain and flood the whole sub-basement.&nbsp; Unless, ya think ya can't take me.&nbsp; Or maybe yer the type that just likes to watch."<br><br>He raised an eyebrow at Ororo and motioned her onto the mat.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 01:16:55</strong>
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				<hr> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Gamoran in Disbelief</strong></em></span></div> <hr><br>Gamoran shook his head, distracted from his impending conversation by the loud, boisterous words of the one who called himself Logan.&nbsp; He frowned.&nbsp; Even Pip the Troll wasn't as rude as this one.&nbsp; As Logan insinuated that wanted to have sex with Ororo he found himself getting angry.&nbsp; Why was he getting angry?&nbsp; That was absurd.&nbsp; It must be due to his desire to see such rudeness met with a proverbial slap across the face.&nbsp; Nevermind that the implications regarding Carol didn't seem to bother him quite as much.&nbsp; No, he was offended by the very notion of it all... that's the ticket.&nbsp; He finally had heard enough... narrowed eyes cast upon the short, hairy guy.<br><br><strong>"You need to change your attitude, Logan.&nbsp; These are your allies, not your enemies... although should you keep things up, that will likely change.&nbsp; You will address your fellow Avengers with the basic respect they deserve or you will not last long on this team.&nbsp; If you want to be a loner, that's fine... I understand the appeal of such.&nbsp; Go ahead, push everyone away and make yourself a social Thrak'bet amongst us until such time that you get tired of living like that and just walk out the doors for good.&nbsp; Of course, you could save yourself the trouble and walk out those doors now."</strong><br><br>He motioned toward the doors.<br><br><strong>"Or... you could... what's the Terran term, 'man up' and try and make yourself a part of this team, which includes getting along with everyone."</strong><br><br>He crossed his arms, watching Logan with a stern look.&nbsp; If he attacked, Gamoran would be prepared... but he did not tense in preparation for such either.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"The choice is yours, Logan."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 01:41:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Steve.jpg)</div><strong>Name / Alias </strong> Steve Rogers <br><strong>Origin</strong> Brooklyn <br><strong>Location:</strong> Sub-basement training facility <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Logan and Carol <br><hr>The shield returned back to him after the deflection but that moved seemed to have ended the spar at a draw, as far as he was concerned. Physically he still felt good but ignoring Logan had only resulted in others coming out to interrupt as well.<br><strong>"In football, that is called an interference which is followed by a penalty. Observers should stick to just observing."</strong> He vented but looked back towards Carol.<strong>"Let's pick it up some other time, good spar, had fun." </strong><br><br>He noticed the others ganging up on Logan for his behavior but he did not jump on board he simply nodded at all of them and walked off towards the whirlpools and pool. Steve was not tired but he was not opposed to a dip int he pool, followed by some down time in the whirlpools. Steve had a few other things on his mind and wanted to mull over them. 
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				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 10:51:15</strong>
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				The gymnasium and training area seemed a dream come true to her.&nbsp; Eyes brightened while the fresh matts and weights came into her view.&nbsp; Already she began to run through the exercises she could perform, mentally setting up routines that she could only dream of pushing herself through at home.&nbsp; Back in a dusty barn her father’s weights rested with only a single bench and a few hand weights to keep her occupied.&nbsp; Much of the routines and exercises she had gone through were based off minimalist military ones.&nbsp; Here she could push herself to another level.&nbsp; The thought excited her as much if not more than the man she had meet only minutes ago.&nbsp; Then she looked to see that Storm was no longer with her but rather amidst a group formed on the matt.&nbsp; Did they expect her to spar as well?<br><br>Slowly she stepped up toward the forming group to bear witness.&nbsp; Words were flung around rapidly and one man left.&nbsp; He had been part of the brawl earlier and she wondered over his sudden departure.&nbsp; He did not seem upset but the voices from the matt sounded displeased.&nbsp; Caroline did not have to lift herself up her tip toes to see the scene.&nbsp; Indeed she was well placed to look down on the others and observe.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 18:59:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j38/Princess_in_Wa/msmarvel.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Logan and Steve<br>&nbsp;<em>*Ms Marvel takes it all in Stride*</em><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"> Carol knew Logan said things to goad them and she just shook her head when he mentioned showing her where his mouth could go. She didn't completely miss the innuendo there but she didn't reply really either. Not that there was too much time to do so. Ororo came to her "rescue" and chastised him, only to be given just as dirty a response, if not more so. What she didn't expect was for Gamoran to come into the scene so intensely. Her eyes&nbsp; widened slightly and she couldn't help but smile. He liked her new friend and it was cute. She watched Steve and nodded to him with a smile.<br><br><strong>"Anytime blue eyes."</strong><br><br>Looking back to the other three she moved away and let them continue their debate as she sought after the weight bench. She needed to get in a good work out before a hot shower and food. Her high metabolism already craved something but she pushed it to the side and found her way around.<br><br>Upon reaching the weight machines she set the weight level to super human levels, up to just above what she could normally do. It was always good to push yourself beyond your means and Carol took her training seriously. Almost as seriously as her studies. She half wondered just what they would be doing at the school. Not everyone would fit in so easily there, she could tell. Especially the more mutated of the group. The entire idea of what they did or were to do was something else entirely, that she was interested in. Maybe asking Ororo later at their dinner meeting she could find out.<br><br>Ah yes, dinner. It was going to be fun just relaxing with another female. Carol didn't have many female friends, heck most females seemed to be intimidated by her or threatened. When in fact she didn't want to take anything from anyone and just wanted to make friends for life. Glancing back toward her two new friends she couldn't help but smile as she pushed her thighs together with some difficulty. The adductor machine definitely did its job. She held onto the bars at either side of her as she pushed and nearly grunted as the repetitions got harder. </span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 15:35:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Logan / Wolverine<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Storm (bystander), Caroline (bystander), Carol (leaving), Steve (within earshot?)<br><br>&nbsp;<br><hr> <br><strong>"You need to change your attitude, Logan.&nbsp; These are your allies, not your enemies... although should you keep things up, that will likely change.&nbsp; You will address your fellow Avengers with the basic respect they deserve or you will not last long on this team.&nbsp; If you want to be a loner, that's fine... I understand the appeal of such.&nbsp; Go ahead, push everyone away and make yourself a social Thrak'bet amongst us until such time that you get tired of living like that and just walk out the doors for good.&nbsp; Of course, you could save yourself the trouble and walk out those doors now."</strong><br><br><strong>"Or... you could... what's the Terran term, 'man up' and try and make yourself a part of this team, which includes getting along with everyone."</strong><br><br><strong>"The choice is yours, Logan."</strong><br><br>"Didn't peg ya for the romantic type, Gammy, stickin' up for the ladies like that.&nbsp; Look at how far it got ya, though."<br><br>He motioned to Carol leaving the mat to go to another part of the training facility without even acknowledging Gamoran.&nbsp; Logan paid special attention to the way her hips moved.<br><br>"I can't say I mind the results though.&nbsp; I hate to see Blondie go, but I love to watch her leave."<br><br>He looked back at Gamoran.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now just because we're on the same team doesn't make us allies, bub.&nbsp; Right now, yer just some green guy.&nbsp; And I ain't goin' anywhere.&nbsp; I'm here because my skills are needed, not because of my wonderful personality&nbsp; And I ain't walkin' out any door unless Stark gives me my walkin' papers, no matter how lonely it gets.&nbsp; My respect ain't just deserved, Gams.&nbsp; My respect is earned.&nbsp; So if ya wanna see a change in my attitude, yer gonna have to get on this mat and change my attitude yerself."<br><br>He motioned his hand, inviting him to a sparring session.<br><br>"As fer the rest of ya, feel free to jump in anytime.&nbsp; I'll even make it fair.&nbsp; I'll take on both of ya, you and Storm, at the same time.&nbsp; Except for you... Caroline, right?&nbsp; I want special one-on-one time with ya in particular."&nbsp; <br><br>He winked at Caroline.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 22:36:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Aerobics Chamber</em></span></span></div><br>The sub-basement resonated with the clap of a basketball in the distance and voices of people conversing and laughing. John thought he had walked into Athens, since only Athenians would find some way to giggle through a stressful workout. Then again, the individuals probably knew nothing of a true warrior’s workout. It sounded nothing like the festival he was hearing. His malt ball eyes darted left and then right, noticing the glass that made up the walls of most of the chambers for observational reasons. It was a certain room to his left that made the teenager stop. There were strange balls inside it.<br><br><em>What foolishness is this?</em> John thought. He headed over to the room, the door electronically sliding back to permit him entrance. The senior came before the pink, beach-ball-sized ball and poked at it with his foot to see it go rolling like a balloon across the floor. How was anyone supposed to train with that? <em>I must be at the beach.</em><br><br>“What a joke,” he scoffed. <br><br>He noticed that there were more balls on the floor, one in particular that was smaller than the pink ball, and was white and green. John smirked and rushed it, bringing his right foot back. The top of his foot then collided with the ball to send it soaring like a cannonball at the steel wall. Unlike the pink ball, John was slightly surprised to have felt weight and resistance as the medicine ball struck the wall with a resonating slap, and the momentum sent it flying right back to nail the teen in the face. The force knocked John’s head back as the medicine ball simply rolled down his front to land like a rippling weight at his feet. The teenager’s eyes were wide in shock until his face began to turn red as his nerves screamed with pain. John clapped his hands over his face and stared from between his fingers at the medicine ball at his feet.<br><br>That had been no normal ball. Walking out with a hand still on his face, John’s examination of the aerobics chamber was finished. <em>That was stupid,</em> he thought. He had no real intention to work out and so wasn’t dressed for the part. He still adorned his school clothes that had so far been with him through several different occasions.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Weight Room</em></span></span></div><br>As his tour took him into another room, he saw that this one had a young woman within it, who was engrossed with a strange machine that apparently applied resistance to the thighs and groin. Her back was to him, and though he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was an attractive woman. The tower seemed to be full of them today. John watched the blonde in silence, specifically how her strong legs would spread and then her thighs and glutes would tense when they closed. He eventually turned his head when he realized he had been grinning and offered no greeting for he didn’t wish to disturb her exercise. If he was training, he wouldn’t have wanted to be disturbed.<br><br>John inspected the weight rack, lifting a few dumbbells effortlessly, and then picking up the discs that read 100 lbs. Was that supposed to be heavy? <em>I have lifted Cyclopes and hurled them into the sea</em>, John boasted to himself. He flipped the disc in his hands and had the impulse to launch it like a Frisbee, but even when hung over, he knew that wouldn’t have been a smart idea. Setting the disc back on the rack with a condescending smile, he gazed over to the bench press.<br><br>The machine was electronic though it was modeled after the original. The large weights on either end of the bar could be programmed to be as light as feather or as heavy as a mammoth.<br><br>“Hmph!” laughed John behind a smile. <em>A toy for a child.</em><br><br>John stepped over and settled upon the bench and typed in a random number of weight he wanted. He wasn’t planning to do anything too heavy for he wasn’t sure how much his mortal frame could handle. Yeah, he tackled a Mastodon earlier, but he didn’t lift anything.<br><br>“Sixty-five should do it,” John muttered and then laid back. <br><br>He flexed his fingers, rotated his arms, and adjusted on the bench. The teen then reached up to grasp the titanium bar and slid it free from its post. The weight came down on him, heavier than he expected. John’s muscles immediately locked up as he stopped the bar just from crushing his throat. <em>What is this!?</em> he thought in panic. Why had the bar been so heavy? John’s arms began to tremble and his legs rose off the floor to kick wildly in his struggle. The bar inched onto his chest and the weight was pressing down, threatening to slide against his throat. His teeth were clinched and his eyes were so wide they could have popped free of their sockets.<br><br>His lungs were desperately contracting strained amounts of oxygen through his teeth. <em>If I don’t do something, I will be crushed!</em> Not to mention he already looked pathetic flailing about like a weakling.<br><br>John’s face contorted sternly as his body began to expand. His clothes became tight, his black, T-shirt hugging the defined bricks of abdominal and pectoral muscle that stretched the material. His belt buckle and pants button popped as his quads and glutes became large and harder than steel. The sleeves on his school uniform shirt split as his biceps and deltoids became swollen with strength. It had been enough power for John to return the bar to its post, and with an abrupt exhale, the teen deflated back to normal size just before he thought his clothes would burst.<br><br>John closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with deep pants. He couldn’t believe that he had to almost become Ares just to lift that bar, and his eyes rose to the electronic screen to see that the weight wasn’t set to pounds but tons. They had a tons setting? Whoever was last to use the machine hadn’t pushed reset. John sluggishly rolled onto his side. That concluded his training room adventure.<br><br><em>I’m too hung over for this,</em> he thought—another excuse. He just might kill himself if he kept playing around the training facility. He rolled off the bench to the floor and went dragging back to the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 17:46:19</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j38/Princess_in_Wa/msmarvel.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training/Weight Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Logan, Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"> Carol had glanced back at Logan one more time and made an internal promise to later show him just what he was taunting. She felt like Gamoran and Ororo had things in hand at the moment and she needed to focus elsewhere before she forgot herself. As she worked her thigh muscles she noticed the new guy enter. He had an air about him of importance or maybe it was arrogance. Either way she wasn't sure if she liked it or if it frightened her a little. He tossed about those free weights as if they were nothing, but most normal weights were like that to her. The heavier, more sturdy equipment, obviously made for supers, was&nbsp; where she would be spending her time. <br><br>She had moved on to a different machine and was laying on her stomach facing away from him when he had started to nearly choke himself. The air in the room grew heavy and then finally as he got up to go everything seemed calmer. Carol lifted her legs up behind her, sending her foot toward her shoulders, high and tight. She had done fifty reps and was ready to move onto working her arms next. The workout didn't usually take too long and then she'd move onto the pool for a cool down swim. Her left leg went up and she exhaled with the&nbsp; motion before she&nbsp; moved to get up. She noticed him leaving and rose a slender shaped brow. Her blue eyes looked Ares over then looked back to the equipment. Surely he wasn't intimidated by it or bested in any case. A slow smile crept over her lips as she thought of that and spoke up.<br><br><strong>"You leaving so soon?"</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 19:58:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Weight Room</em></span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">The Beauty that is Ms. Marvel</span></div><br><em>You leaving so soon?</em><br><br>John stopped a foot from the door as a feminine voice tickled his ear. His body froze up with anxiety at first. Had she seen him make a fool out of himself? His arms still felt strained, and he had the desire to go sit, relax, and eat (a lot). The alcohol had given him quite the appetite. However, he could not leave this maiden’s question unanswered.<br><br>The senior faced Carol with the slightest hint of a smile touching his lips. “Yes, unfortunately so, my goddess for I feel if I linger your beauty will only be a distraction.” It was the perfect excuse to cover up for his failure. Then again, he meant every word except for <em>distraction</em>. When John and Ares put their minds to something, there were no distractions. He was the God of War after all, and the gods were rather sexual in their free time.<br><br>As she examined him, his clothes were slightly disheveled from his previous semi-transformation. He appeared only as strong as a high school athlete or more specifically, the quarterback Kevin Mason. His apparel was another reason why he appeared to be out of place in the Training Room. John hadn’t paid his garments much mind as he watched Carol lift weights, and he soon turned his head as he realized that he was staring again—playing at his love game.<br><br>“I must go now. I require sustenance; and if you wish to join me, then I will be honored to have you.”<br><br>He purposefully didn’t mention his name for he was curious to see if the lioness would inquire more about him. He kept his godhood a secret even from fellow Avengers. He had yet to settle completely in his new life, and he still had every desire to break the chain about his neck and return to Olympus. The mortal realm had so far been amusing but that was all it was to him.<br><br>If there had been any group dinner scheduled, he hadn’t got the memo. He had been a late arrival because he was attending his wonderful crowning of the collar of Hephaestus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 18:45:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j38/Princess_in_Wa/msmarvel.jpg)</div> <br><hr> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training/Weight Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"> Carol was pleased to see his exit halted even if he layed on the compliments a little thick. Part of her wanted to believe he really thought of her that way, while the other part of her thought it was probably just well placed words to get her blushing. It worked of course. She blushed a little, adding that pink hue to her otherwise soft ivory cheeks. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she moved from the machines and stepped toward him. Usually she would have put on her work out clothing but was already in her uniform and thought sparring in such would help in the real situations when she wore it in combat with true bad guys.&nbsp; The truth of his words ringing in her ears made her breath catch and she looked away toward the other group then back to him again.<br><br>Her blue eyes were slightly brighter with her raise in blood pressure. She gave him a warm smile and nodded. She would love to join him, or even have him join her. There was Ororo, who she wanted to talk with more. She wanted to get to know better. But here was this, god of man. An attractive, appealing, inviting male who just begged without the verbal cues, for you to join him. No matter what he was going to do, it would be intriguing to see just where he would lead them. The danger and mystery that flowed from his very pores made her more attracted to him. That darn bad boy syndrome. True Logan had that bad boy thing going for him too, but this was more... subtle and with Carol that spoke volumes. <br><br><strong>"I do have a dinner thing with a friend planned, but maybe I can spend a little time before, indulging in something sweet and spicy, with you."</strong><br><br>She wanted to change clothing before dinner but didn't want to waste too much time doing so either. Her lower lip tucked inward for a brief moment before she released it and moved up to stand next to him. Extending her hand to him she gave him another charming smile while looking up at his eyes. <br><br><strong>"I'm Carol. Ms Marvel to my fellow Avengers, I suppose."</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 20:11:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Weight Room</em></span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Love Game</span></div><br>John hid the smile that wished to grow on his face when the lioness prowled over to him. He had kept his head turned from her gaze just in case his pleased smile was irrepressible. When he felt he had calmed his excitement, he brought his bronze eyes to stare into her refreshing blues. His eyes were half-lidded, his brows slightly furrowed as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. As she regarded him, regarded his every detail, he did the same to her, studying her slight gestures.<br><br>“You have my patience; and if you so desire to spend a few moments with me, you have my ears. As of now, I’ve just been exploring. You’re quite the discovery.”<br><br>John took hold of Carol’s offered hand in a firm grasp. His grip was strong yet gentle. It was a grip to hint at his strength and that he saw her as an equal. She was a warrior, but John was bold to caress the woman in her. He kept his hold on her hand and would attempt to tug her closer until centimeters separated them. His eyes remained within hers and his cool expression unchanging.<br><br>“John Aaron,” he replied. “If you wish to discover more about this Avenger, then join me. Perhaps, you’ll find something you like.”<br><br>His fingers had unfurled and his hand made no move to break their touch. He kept his fingers splayed so that if she would like to remove her hand she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 20:12:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol, Logan, Gamoran, Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>She narrows her eyes ever so slightly at the shorter, gruff man. Her full lips purse for a moment at the insinuation that he cast about. Fighting and sex seem to mean about the same thing to him. Domination, and control she did not care for that at all, and the slight twisting of her lips into a scowl for the slightest of moments revealed that flash of emotion. Her stotic mask quickly falls back into place as she speaks, her voice as always calm and measured.<br><br><strong>"Logan, I have no interest in sparring with you. You are a close combat expert, I know this, I have seen your file. I am not. I do not have a metallic skeleton, claws, or rapid healing. If you set out to prove that you can best someone on your terms who cannot -fight- effectively on your terms, then you will have to find another combatant."</strong><br><br>She turns slightly and glances towards the green-skinned male, her exotic and dark features twist into a small smile, a far cry from the scowl she had worn for the briefest moments before. She spoke again, but the slight annoyance in her voice was nowhere to be heard.<br><br><strong>"And thank you, Gamoran, you are a true gentleman, something that is severely lacking around here between hormones, and rampaging many forget we must still endeavor to treat one another like living beings."</strong><br><br>She reaches up with a single hand. Her fingers each long and delicate are a lighter brown on the bottom than the rich chocolate-color of the top. She allows the very tips of her fingers, along with their well cared for but sharp looking nails to rest onto his arm in a way of thanks. With that she turns and moves towards the direction she saw her friend Carol move.<br><br>----<br><br>She ducks quietly into the door of the weight room, just in time to feel the heavy -pressure- in the air. The smell, the 'feeling' of hormones and pheromones which hang heavy in the air. Her wide, slightly flat nose flares slightly as she takes in the scent. The source easily seen as the man with writing all over his face who was at the time quite drunk and had the smell of sex and debauchery hanging around him like a permanent haze from earlier stood toe-to-toe with Carol.<br><br>She frowned, she couldn't help it. The man was doing is utmost to land yet -another- female into bed, if the smell of sex and partying on him earlier had been any indication it was normal for him, and what struck at her gut was that Carol seemed to be flirting in return, expressing a great amount of interest in him in return. She lets out a soft sigh...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"...indulging in something sweet and spicy, with you."</strong></span><br><br>She heard it, and she shook her head once. It was not her business. It was never her business who anyone wished to spend their free time with, with who anyone wished to be intimate with. She allowed the look of disappointment to cover her exotic features while she was still quietly standing to the side. Scrunching her nose she redoubles her effort, placing the stoic mask and bottling down her feelings -hard- as she often had to do only to not inadvertently change the weather around her through flagrant emotions she finally spoke up.<br><br><strong>"Actually, Carol..."</strong> She begins, still standing at the doorway a good distance away from the pair. <strong>"I... have a -lot- of work I should get done. So why do you and your new friend not go... enjoy yourselves. It will give me one less reason to procrastinate."</strong><br><br>She offers a small smile towards the pair, a very -forced- smile, but she did her best to make sure it -looked- as genuine as possible. After saying her piece she simply offers a small wave before turning away from the door, and heading back down the hallway. Once she was out of sight she allows her shoulders to slump forward slightly and exhale deeply. She -did- have a lot of paperwork to catch up on, so she did not outright lie, she had decided.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 22:52:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j38/Princess_in_Wa/msmarvel.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training/Weight Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares, Ororo<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol was taken by surprise when John pulled her close toward him. She blinked twice and felt her breath coming out in a quick yet shallow pace. The feel of her heartbeat so far up in her throat made her light headed and she wet her lips. She could smell his skin at this distance and feel the heat of his words. He smelled nice. He smelled inviting.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"If you wish to discover more about this Avenger, then join me. Perhaps, you'll find something you like."</em> <br><br>John Aaron. His name was John Aaron. That sounded almost normal but this man was anything but normal. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that. She found she was holding her breath then and just stood there staring up at him. No words could escape her lips and then it happened. The interruption. She let out a slow breath and backed up from him. Her fingers let go of his and she took in a couple slow deep breaths again. Ororo had seen them and she seemed a little off for some reason. Carol furrowed her pale brow a little and shook her head some. Her slender fingers smoothed at her black spandex costume while idly adjusting the deep red sash at her waist.<br><br><strong>"Don't be silly Ororo. We all have to take time away from working. I'll be there tonight. Even if I have to just bring some ice cream and have some dessert. It will still give you some time for all this work you are supposed to do, and give us some time to chat about your costume. I guess I'll see you then...."</strong> <br><br>When she waved at them and walked off Carol seemed confused, letting her final sentence trail off. She didn't understand why the female was acting that way. Giving a glance back to Ares she pressed her lips inward wetting them quickly before giving him a half smile. Her eyes shimmered and she looked away with embarrassment. It wasn't as if she caught them doing anything. They weren't doing anything. They were just talking....and holding hands... and standing really close together. Carol blushed again just as she thought the heat in her face had dissipated. Damn him. Giving another look back up to him, she nodded for no apparant reason and started to move for the door. <br><br><strong>"So Johnny... can I call you Johnny?&nbsp; Anyway... let's go get something to nibble on... something to eat I mean. I need food and I think you said you did as well!"</strong> <br><br><em>Geezus Carol. Real slick there. What is wrong with you?</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 23:17:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training Moved to Stormvalley High<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> N/A<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>She heard words mumbled as she moved away form the door to the weight room. Let them have their fun. Even if the man rubbed her the wrong way, if they could enjoy one another on a night out, then it certainly wasn't for her to interfere with. The sub-basement had become far, far too claustrophobic. And she began to rub at her arms nervously as she usually did when she felt the walls narrowing in around her.<br><br>A sheen of sweat covered her deep chocolate brown skin as she moved. The elevator, even with it's even narrower confines was the way out. She stabbed the 'up' button several times with an extended finger and had begun to bounce from one heel to the other until the satisfying ding of the doors sliding open was heard. She gulps audibly as the doors rumble open. The small closet sized car was there, but getting on it was terrifying to say the least. It had been years since she had an attack, but one was oncoming soon.<br><br>Balling each of her hands into fists she steps into the car with eyes closed, a single ragged breath escaping her as she tries to control the fear that was gripping her. She quickly hits the 'door closed' button, along with the button for 'lobby'. The car was empty besides her, that was either a blessing or a curse. In blessing it gave her more room, to be able to center herself, and -not- feel like the walls were going to squeeze in and smother her, the curse was that she was alone. Someone she trusts, someone she loved like her mother or sister had always made close spaces much easier to endure.<br><br>A single bead of sweat falls off her nose, trailing across her full lips, and down her chin before disappearing under her collar-line. The elevator continued to rumble, to shutter and shake as it moved upwards at an agonizingly slow pace. She dips her head down, each hand coming to grip at her long locks of stark white hair, in the void of the elevator, alone she begins to scream:<br><br><strong>"Upesi, upesi, upesi!"</strong><br><br>The ding, the shutter of the doors, it was a lifeline, panic stricken and exasperated she runs out through the lobby pushing past anyone in her way student, teacher, and fellow team mate alike to reach the doors. The sky beyond had turned a sickly black crackles of thunder had already begun to reverberate through the grounds as those in the courtyard had scrambled to take cover from the oncoming thunderstorm.<br><br>She did not care right now, she needed to get away. She takes off vertically, the winds carrying her higher and higher into the sky along side the sweeping lines of the metallic tower. She travels upwards, and upwards until the monument atop the building came into view. She had never taken much interest in Asgardian monuments, however she felt drawn to it, touching down to land on the very tip. She stands on the ancient stones for some time, her gaze still directed downward. The open air, the cool wind helped to calm her.<br><br>Glancing up the swirling clouds she focuses for just a moment, her eyes washing over into a softly glowing white as the clouds begin to dissipate, her will reaching out and squeezing the turbulence her own raging emotions had caused from the air. She plops down atop of the monument, allowing her legs to swing over the side as she sat atop the skyscraper, the buildings and people below much like ants or toys.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 02:34:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Gamoran: Are All Terrans This Pig-Headed?</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Training Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Logan, Ororo, Carol, Steve, Caroline<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran shook his head and watched as Carol and Steve exited the area rather than deal with the crude guy tossing insults and innuendos around like they were going out of style.&nbsp; He bristled as Logan continued unswayed by his words... he smiled to the side as Ororo touched his arm and offered her thanks, turning back toward Logan with a frown.&nbsp; He slowly shook his head.<br><br><strong>"So you think that us beating each other senseless to see which of us is the superior combatant is a way of gaining respect for one another?&nbsp; No, Logan... that's how animals do things... create pecking orders.&nbsp; I have defeated many and been defeated by a few... I certainly did not gauge how much respect they got from me based on that.&nbsp; I am not an animal and neither are you.&nbsp; I will train with you another time, Logan... on more enlightened terms when you're acting like less of a gnosh'nek."</strong><br><br>He turned, offering a smile and a nod to Caroline as he made his way out of the training area up to his room, where he laid down on his bed, deep in thought.&nbsp; He would have to speak to Storm again very soon.&nbsp; It was a simple matter of asking the computer where Ororo was located in the building... or rather on the building.&nbsp; He glanced outside and saw that a storm was forming... he wondered if it was Ororo's doing.&nbsp; Taking the elevator as high as he could, he soon found himself exiting outside atop the building.&nbsp; He did not recognize the monuments, but he did spot his quarry sitting on the edge of one of them.&nbsp; He knew she could fly from what he was told, so he was not worried about her falling.&nbsp; He didn't mean to sneak up on her... it was hard to walk without making no sound.&nbsp; He was trained as a galactic assassin, after all and some habits were hard to break.&nbsp; He leaped up and landed without a sound about ten feet behind her.&nbsp; He didn't want to startle her... he simply spoke politely.<br><br><strong>"Ororo... is everything ok?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 03:35:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Weight Room</em></span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Ares: 1 Storm: 0</span></div><br><em>Actually, Carol…</em><br><br>The familiar voice made John’s eyes widen and a tense wave of disgust waft over his body. It wasn’t her was it? He turned a single, hazel nut eye over his shoulder, and immediately upon seeing the dark-skinned woman, his nose wrinkled in his irritation. Who the hell does she think she is? There was a hard scowl on his face. She had been on his ass since the moment they first met. His look hadn’t even wavered the whole time she stood there, letting her know that he disliked her presence.<br><br>Carol was still adamant over their little “date” and John smirked triumphantly as The Nobody went on her way. Deep within him, he could hear the God of War roaring with victorious laughter inside. Yes!<br><br><em>So Johnny…can I call you Johnny?</em><br><br>John blinked out of his trance and glanced to Carol. Johnny? He tilted his head left and right, and then shrugged his shoulders as though he were adjusting to a new jacket. The senior followed Ms. Marvel to the door and once they were in the corridor, he slipped his arm behind her back to gently grasp her hip.<br><br>“Will you bathe before we dine?” John asked Carol. His eyes ran over his apparel. “I may as well. I feel my wear is unsuitable.”<br><br>His eyes then trailed over to the blonde, sliding along her outfit and how snug it fit her curves. His hand moved from her hip to her scarf, dragging his fingers along it. <br><br>“You look better than me. I’m envious…I only jest.”<br><br>He released her scarf with an amused smile and decided to keep his hands to himself. He had been getting a little <em>touchy</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 17:34:43</strong>
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				<em>Caroline moving forward a bit, hope nobody minds</em><br><br>Anger pulsed in the air.&nbsp; Frustration and anger blended into an intoxicating sound that pummeled the walls of the room.&nbsp; Beating drums pounded out the primal chorus that would send the blood circulating in her veins while a screaming guitar made the soul soar above the pain.&nbsp; Words were dimly heard but enough was caught to keep her interest, to keep her connected to the suffering of the song.&nbsp; Enough meaning kept inside the lyrics to direct her turmoil into something more constructive.&nbsp; Palms felt the burn of rough metal while she grunted her affirmation to the man’s declaration of rage.&nbsp; Caroline could not help but push herself harder in response.&nbsp; Yet the thoughts lingered, the turmoil boiled forth in her mind as her body began to succumb to the high of exercise.<br><br>Caroline had seen her leave with the man.&nbsp; Watched the way he looked at her and heard a touch of the words he gave to her.&nbsp; John Aaron he had said his name was and she had made sure to pay attention to that part.&nbsp; She had also paid attention when the pair made their exit.&nbsp; No part of her blamed either for doing so.&nbsp; Carol was everything a man could want in a woman.&nbsp; She was beautiful, confident and quick with the words.&nbsp; She also seemed to be a genuinely caring person.&nbsp; Obviously Caroline could not blame the woman for being attracted to John.&nbsp; The man was strong, powerful and heady to be around.&nbsp; Other thoughts fueled her next lift up to the bar while her skin flushed despite the pain in her arms and body.&nbsp; She couldn’t help the images that followed the thought of him, but he was not the only one to bring up such a spark.&nbsp; <br><br>There was no denying the attractiveness of Steve.&nbsp; The man looked as if he should be on the cover of a magazine for style.&nbsp; Those eyes were the kind that her mother often talked about and his face probably haunted quite a few dreams at night.&nbsp; That he seemed to be such a sweetheart only made him all the more attractive.&nbsp; Dismissing Logan was hard to do.&nbsp; He was so brash and forceful.&nbsp; A mouth that would put her father to shame, the man was certainly confident.&nbsp; Confidence was always something to be respectful of and drawn toward.&nbsp; Gamoran, she did not know what to make of the man.&nbsp; Still, she had never been surrounded by so many in her past and none of them ridiculed her.&nbsp; Logan said a few things but she knew none of those words were meant to her like the others.&nbsp; Shem, amazon, dyke and so many others were constant barbs beneath her skin.&nbsp; Her grip shifted while hanging in order to focus on a different exercise.<br><br>Few truly understood why she pushed herself in the gym.&nbsp; Her mother had thought she was trying to become more attractive until the physique had passed the picturesque.&nbsp; Her father had thought she wanted to fight back against the bullies, but she that soon faded away too.&nbsp; Caroline did not have to work out to be bigger than most men, but still she was at the weights each day.&nbsp; Homework and weights, there was nothing different for her at home.&nbsp; Even her sisters failed to know her so well to understand.&nbsp; Caroline lifted the weights because she could, because it allowed her to own this body.&nbsp; Her mother had always tried to dress her up, to put fresh makeup or clothes on her.&nbsp; No amount of covering could hide the muscles now and Caroline wanted it that way.&nbsp; Her body, her choice and it was something no one could take.&nbsp; The ridicule didn’t become worse, just different.&nbsp; At least they were making fun of her for something she did rather than just being born this way.<br><br>The straps of her muscle shirt and sports bra beneath flexed while her exercise grew more intense with emotions flooding into her system.&nbsp; Teeth pressed together as she dove head first into the blissful pain of the workout.&nbsp; Ankles, tightly bound in black combat boots, crossed beneath her while the camouflage pants were flexed by her muscular legs.&nbsp; Thighs pressed together so that the pair of 100lb weights she was lifting with each pull up were held in her legs.&nbsp; Caroline was stronger than almost any normal human, stronger still when the metal took her skin.&nbsp; So for a normal gym she would have been gauked at as she used her legs to lift the weights and work on her abdomen.&nbsp; This exercise was still done with her arms holding to the bar and her body suspended above the air. At home she could never do this and so the pain was new.&nbsp; She growled as she completed the last set and let go the bar.<br><br>Beneath her the ground shook from her weight and that of the free weights held to her by the belt.&nbsp; One hand moved to unclasp the belt while the other brushed back her hair.&nbsp; Stupid men still invaded her thoughts but she let them melt away while the weights were tossed aside.&nbsp; Her hand then sought out a bottle of water while she looked around the weight room.&nbsp; The hour was late and she was alone.&nbsp; Best that way.&nbsp; Nothing could be awkward that way.&nbsp; A laugh was given to her own thoughts before another angry song pounded to life.&nbsp; She still had a lot of exercises to try and equipment to test.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 03:13:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j38/Princess_in_Wa/msmarvel.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training/Weight Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Logan, Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> <br><em>“Will you bathe before we dine? I may as well. I feel my wear is unsuitable.”</em><br><br>She had thought about changing and showering before hand. The sparring match had her a little less than fresh, which wasn't exactly something she wanted for a dinner, no matter who it was with. A slow smile spread over her lips at his compliment and then when his hand moved to grasp her about the waist and hip she blushed a little and rose a slender brow.<br><br><strong>"I think you look better than you give yourself credit for, however, I would like a shower first. Maybe we can meet at the front in, say, an hour?"</strong><br><br>The toying with her scarf didn't go unnoticed but she was a little caught up in how he smelled. It was something indescribable. She wasn't really sure what it was about him but she wanted to know more. Carol wanted to get to know him. Her fingers moved across his forearm and wrist just as he moved away from her. It was good to know that he wouldn't cross any lines with touching. It was a little uncomfortable, but not necessarily in that bad way, more in that confusing, awkward, first date-meeting kind of way.<br><br>Pressing her pink lips together she looked around and saw Caroline nearby. A small wave was given to the girl and she gave her a friendly smile as well. Part of her wanted to invite the tall female out to dinner with them, while the other part of her wasn't so sure if John would be okay with it. Taking the initiative she decided to go with the prior thought. After all, she didn't exactly trust herself alone with him just yet. He had some kind of pull on her that couldn't be explained. He was far too intoxicating. <br><br><strong>"Hello Caroline! You wanna go to dinner with John and me?"</strong><br><br>Her bright blue eyes shimmered in the fluorescent lighting as she spared a hopeful glance to the lonely looking girl. She wanted so badly to make friends and she hoped that Caroline wouldn't turn down the offer. It would make for an easier evening and she could still make an excuse to see Ororo without feeling like she was leaving John to his own devices. He'd have Caroline there for company. It could be a good thing for them all. However there would be the elevator ride up. Alone in a confined space with him, yes he could easily be someone she'd get into trouble with. He was trouble. He was dangerous, and the thrill of it excited her beyond belief.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 04:28:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Corridor</em></span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">SCORE!</span></div><br>“That’ll do. I will look my best.”<br><br>The slight touch of her fingers against his flesh left hot spots that shot signals throughout his body, but John kept his hands to himself, while he dreamed of things he would have done to her at that moment: tenderly touch her shoulders; comb his fingers through the ends of her sunny layers, and perhaps pull her into a sweet kiss. Not even he was immune to Temptation, but he could resist her tantalizing beckons and Lust’s gentle heat.<br><br><strong>Hello Caroline!</strong><br><br>John instantly scowled as he anticipated another one of Carol’s irritating friends. He turned his head; following her gaze to a very familiar heroine that was engrossed in reps. It was the Amazon again. So that was her name: Caroline. John’s lips parted into a bestial grin. Every time he saw the young woman, all he could think about was sparring with her. He wanted to make her sweat like those weights she hefted. He wanted to hear her cries of exertion as they struggled for dominance.<br><br>“Yes, you should join in our festivities. I am eager to learn much about you, Warrior.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 12:40:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mO6sUZwcYS8/TfIJV0a_3xI/AAAAAAAAVwQ/5V_ff9L14bk/s1600/Pauline%2BNordin%2B%252822%2529.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Part of her wondered if something had been put in her water.&nbsp; Eyes stung with sweat peered at the waving figure in front of her.&nbsp; For a moment she did glance down at her water before splashing a little on her face.&nbsp; The wave was returned soon after.&nbsp; One hand rose to wipe the water and sweat away from her face, a smile appearing when the hand fell away.&nbsp; The stereo was silenced before the sound would drive away any conversation and she proceeded to close the distance between herself and Carol.&nbsp; The muscle shirt did little to cover the larger woman’s abdomen, which had gone past a simple six pack and into the realm of a brick wall.&nbsp; Thick cords were forced to life by her exercises a few moments ago, the power of her physique on full display.&nbsp; Yet she faltered when she noticed the man next to Carol.&nbsp; Her confidence of being in her place, her temple faltering when he made his presence heard.<br><br>The word warrior struck her as an odd phrase.&nbsp; Caroline had never been called a warrior before or even a fighter.&nbsp; Did she look so manly that the phrase warrior was the best he could give her.&nbsp; Her eyes quickly shifted from him to the other woman.&nbsp; Better to focus on the present.&nbsp; <br><br>“I…I..ummm..I would love to.&nbsp; But I’m a mess and probably..stink..really bad.”&nbsp; She blushed despite the flushing of her skin from the exertion.&nbsp; “So, I mean…I’d probably just scare away the waiter.”&nbsp; She gave a nervous laugh as if to bring emphasis to her statement as a joke.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 16:32:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Training Room</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Before the Weight Room</em></span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Exiting</span></div><br>Caroline could have created all the excuses in the world, but the only thing that John understood was that she had said yes. After her excuse about smelling bad, John said abruptly, “Good! Then I will see you fine women in thirty.”<br><br>The senior turned and strode immediately on his way. It was rather quick of him to leave a conversation, but that was how his mind worked. If they had any further subjects to discuss, they could have discussed it later over dinner. For a Greek god, he thought rather positively. Not once did he doubt their meeting. Who would dare blow off a god?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 18:22:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j38/Princess_in_Wa/msmarvel.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Sub Basement Training/Weight Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Logan, Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol smiled to Caroline as she agreed to join them. She needed a shower as well and knew that Ares wanted one. It did surprise her as he just took off leaving them only 30 minutes to get ready. Her eyes went wide and she looked back at the larger well toned female. Looking over her clothing and noting just how hard she had worked out as her well defined stomach was damp with sweat, Carol chuckled slightly.<br><br><strong>"Umm.. I guess we have thirty minutes to get showered and dressed then. He seems to be in a bit of a hurry. I'm glad you agreed to join us. It'll be nice to have another girl there."</strong><br><br>The blonde super-heroine started to move toward the exit after Ares and looked for Caroline to come along with her. They didn't have a lot of time to get ready and Carol was already going over in her mind what she wanted to wear. A dress? A skirt?&nbsp; &nbsp;She was almost sure that jeans would be out of the question. Maybe a jean skirt could work. Having nearly forgotten about the incident with Logan she glanced back in that direction as she started out. <br><br><strong>"I'll see you out front soon, Caroline. Well, you and Johnny."</strong><br><br>Giving another smile to her she rushed out and headed off to the showers. Carol didn't take long finding her clothes and bath essentials. Her shower had to be shorter than she typically liked but she got through it in a speedy fifteen minutes. Her mind frequently drifted to Ororo and Gamoran, hoping that she was okay. They may have only just met but Carol felt like something might have been wrong. Sighing she wrung the water from her hair and stepped from the shower. Moments later, she quickly dried off and got dressed into her mid-thigh length jean skirt, a button down short sleeved white blouse and a pair of flat sandals made of a white leather. After drying her corn-silk blonde locks she styled it and made sure everything was in place.&nbsp; Her skin smelled sweet and fresh. A shimmering strawberry lip gloss coated her lips leaving a pale pink sheen across them. She was almost five minutes late when she showed up at the appointed time and place.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 14:40:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">My God This Gym is Freaking Sweet!</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack, Ororo<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny offered a nod to Ororo and smiled once more as she spoke of his own room.&nbsp; That was a relief.&nbsp; He was half afraid they were going to do a roommate thing.&nbsp; That would have sucked.&nbsp; Ok, his own room... sweet.&nbsp; He would indeed be decorating it with posters of hot rods and well endowed chicks in skimpy outfits.&nbsp; He spoke to Ororo just before Jack slipped out and dragged him out with him.<br><br><strong>"Thanks, Ororo... stay hot.&nbsp; I know I will."</strong><br><br>Then he and Jack were gone from her office and heading down to the gym.&nbsp; As they entered the facility, he glanced around.&nbsp; Hrm, seemed like a pretty standard superhuman training center.&nbsp; Was that one of Ben's hydrolic weight press machines?&nbsp; Hrm, Tanya Stark must have gotten some of this equipment from Reed.&nbsp; He wasn't surprised, though.&nbsp; After all, Reed did make good quality stuff, egghead that he was.&nbsp; He sighed a bit at the thought.&nbsp; Ben... Reed... Susie... he was gonna miss them terribly.&nbsp; Not that he'd let on, though.&nbsp; He moved over to a body sized punching bag that hung from the ceiling and pushed it a bit, only to find that it was a lot heavier than it looked.&nbsp; He raised a brow, running his gloved fingers along the material that it was composed of.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Hey Jack... check this out.&nbsp; You could try this"...</strong><br><br>He stepped away from the bag if Jack approached to better give him room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 22:55:52</strong>
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				(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel/ Lycan<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Supernatural Lycanthrope<br><strong>Location:</strong> gym<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>The first thing that struck Jack once he entered the facility was the immense size of it. Deep into his own funk he hadnt noticed just how far down the elevator had gone. Now however he understood. The facility was HUGE! It was easily the size of the superdome! Jack couldnt help but gape for a moment. Made sense if you thought about it Jack mused. People with powers needed a lot of space to train in if you were gonna fly or shoot lasers from their eyes. The equipement was every bit as impressive as the space and Stark had apparently spared neither expense or her engineering genius in the creation of these devices. Johnny was already looking over a machine that might have belonged in a Gold's Gym if that gym was for the titans of myth. Instead of pounds the weights registered in tons going up to a max of 100! The frame of the device was heavy and thick like the superstructure of a skyscraper. There were treadmils with what looked like jet turbines attached to them, complex arrays of jungle gyms the size of small buildings on both the floor and the ceiling. An aerial pathway had been created by a number of floating geometric hoops suspended by who knew what power, Jack watched as they randomly altered their route to give any fliers a speed and agility workout. Jack urther noticed that the walls, ceiling and even floor were not simply solid pieces of construction but that subtle panels made up the entire surface, likely to conceal other devices to test the "heroes" in training here. He could see a complex, inescapable web of infared beams crissrossing every square inch of the massive gym. He moved his hand before him and noticed how several of the beams followed the movement, he could even hear nearly silent servos guiding the beams to do so. Targeting beams for the hidden devices? Or just one more stealthy way of keeping tabs on the freaks. Though tempted to turn directly towards one of the hidden devices and glower at whomever might be watching Jack refrained. Perhaps it would be wiser not to let on that he could see into the far red spectrum if he didnt have to. <br><br>Deciding to investigate the place further with his other senses the lycanthrope breathed deep and was able to smell an intoxicating combination of sweat, pheremones and hormones lingering. Strenuous exercise stimulated those involved in it producing high level production of adrenaline, estrogen and testosterone. But from those enhanced far beyond human capability the output was dizzying. Jack had not been prepared for the sensory onslaught and it took him a moment to clear his head and focus once again. It was Johnny's voice that brought him fully around once more.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey Jack... check this out.&nbsp; You could try this"...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack came over and examined the bag Johnny was indicating. It didnt look very special only a bit on the large side but Jack knew better. Like Johnny had before him the werewolf reached out and touched the heavy bag. While senses of sight, smell and hearing were supernaturally keen Jack's sense of touch was not. Even so he could feel the solidity of the device. He gave the bag a test push. Jack knew that he was strong, as strong as the strongest of men in spite of his lithe frame. The bag resisted his casual effort to start it swinging. It was very dense, far to heavy for any mere human's boxing gym. Good. Jack's bad mood came back in a rush, here was something he could smash without running the risk of killing or maiming! Jack was smiling as he stripped off both his school shirt and tee. Bare to the waist Jack's body was a lesson in functional anatomy. Corded muscles flexed and rolled beneath his skin like angry beasts as he set squared off with the bag. Johnny could see his skin ripple almost onion thin as even the young man's lean muscle fibers became defined as he flexed and stretched before the attack.<br><br>The first blow was a blur of ferocity as Jack released pent up anger in the form of physical assault. Jack's right fist smashed into the surface with a meaty thwack with enough force to break the bones in a another man's face...but the bag didnt move. It didnt even swing. Jack looked at it first in surprise and then his face darkened with anger, he would not be shown up as impotent by some over-sized punching bag! He lashed out again, throwing his entire bodyweight into the blow, and still nothing! Jack gnashed his teeth growing furious. The next blows came in a series of savage flailings. While he was no trained fighter Jack had an instinctual grasp of combat. His attack became frenzied in his effort to punish the object before him. The bag's refusal to gratify Jack's efforts sent him spiraling into a rage. He forgot both his surrounds and his company and a gutteral snarl escaped past lips drawn back in a grimace of anger and white flecks of foam sprayed out to patina the bag in from of him. As Jack's vision seemed to sink into shades of blood and maroon the bag became the face of Samson. So like the bag, so impervious to his jibes with his fucking psychology!!!<br><br>Jack lashed out again but this time there was little of Jack left. His nails thickened and hardened as keratin flaked away to be replaced by talons of bone. Jack's body became to swell before Johnny's eyes, his skin tone going from pale to dark and splotchy. The tightly packed physique was begining to give way to something of immense animal power. Lost to hate the lycan mauled the heavy bag even as his bones shifted with audible sickening pops and cracks. His hair darkened to the color of dried blood and the sweat streaming down his form was instantly matting in the think fur that was erupting all over Jack's body. Now that fucking bag was swinging! Not by move but by all the devils of the Darkhold it was moving. The wolf howled in rage and triumph as it slashed again and again the the Samson in its mind's eye. This Samson he could HURT! This one couldnt pin his paws behind him like he was some pup. He could see it in his crimson vision as Samson and all the Midnight Sons and that bitch director of SHIELD all cowerd before him, begging for mercy and forgiveness! The beast was only spurred on by his dark fantasy to greater heights of bloodlust and power! He raged at the bag with tooth and claw punctuated by a symphony of beastial growls. The surface began to score, the drag marks of his claws going deeper and deeper until the surface actually began to split. The tears revealed the bag to be a solid mass inside and out. No blood, no viscera, so unsatisfying, so infuriating! The wolf redoubled his attack yearning for the feel of meat and bone beneath its claws and the hot splash of blood upon its muzzle, its red eyes fairly glowing with the madness of its relentless fury. <br><br>All of that was lost when the bag started to "heal" itself. Confused the wolf paused and watched in dumbfounded amazement as the terrible wounds in the bag began close, knitting back together seamlessly in the process. The wolf cocked its head to the left and sniffed at the bag while its breath came in ragged snorts. He reached out running his claws along the healing surface and by the time the mishappen hand dropped to his side once more it was pale and pink and human with fresh new nails grown in to cap the tips of the fingers as the claws crumbled away into a fine calicium powder. Jack looked at the seemimgly unmolested bag before him, bathed in a bright sheen of sweat. He looked down to see the fur that had only moments before covered his entire body lying on the floor, moldering into dust and beyond even that. He was thankful that his boots were intact. Steel toes, 2 sizes too big ensured that he didnt destroy his footware if he were to suddenly transform, a lesson learned early in his newborn cursed life. <br><br>Jack stood there facing the bag, the surrogate for all his pent up angst, just one more thing that fucking denied him his will. He stared and did not turn because he was afraid of what he might see on the face of Johnny Storm. The horror, the loathing, perhaps even hate. The werewolf was such a primal thing, something so deeply rooted in the subconscious dna of man, how would the Torch react to Jack's secret revealed? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 13:31:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Now There's Something You Don't See Every Day...</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny too marveled at the size and scope of the training facility beneath the Avengers Tower.&nbsp; He watched with interest as Jack stepped up to the plate to attack the large punching bag... blinking as he layed into it like it raped his mom or something.&nbsp; <em>Geez, this guy has some anger issues</em>, he thought.&nbsp; He was about to say something but the sudden growing rage in the room was nearly tangible and he found himself stepping further back as Jack began to shift... <em>What the-?</em>&nbsp; He watched wide-eyed as the dark-furred creature began to slash at the bag with reckless abandon that made one of Donald Duck's tantrums look like a picnic. <br><br>He almost activated his flames, but stopped himself at the last second.&nbsp; For some reason he thought that would be a sign of weakness and he found himself not wanting to show weakness in front of the werewolf.&nbsp; Finally Jack shifted down, 'human' once again and Johnny moved to his side, albeit hesitantly.&nbsp; He had to admit the guy scared him... but his own ego thankfully held that in check, at least for now.&nbsp; He was the Human Torch!&nbsp; He had faced down Galactus and Doctor Doom... no way was he gonna be intimidated by his new friend's gift.&nbsp; He thought better about slapping him on the back, though.&nbsp; Instead he just grinned at him.<br><strong><br>"Jack!&nbsp; You sly dog... er, wolf.&nbsp; That was damned impressive!&nbsp; Why didn't you say you were a shapeshifter?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:35:40</strong>
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				Jack had expected any number of reactions, but nothing like that. He turned looking over his shoulder at Johnny, almost afraid to commit to fully facing the celebrity hero. <br><br>"Well, uh. Im not really..." Jack hesitated not sure how to proceed, he could smell a trace of fear stink on Johnny but not a great deal. Not panic, not the sort of dread that brought out villages with pitch forks and torches. Johnny it seemed was a very cool customer under pressure, he could deal with weird. But why not he was with the FF right? Shit he'd fought of space giants! Jack swallowed his own fear and made a leap of faith.<br><br>"Im not a shapeshifter, not like you think of one. Im no mutant, I wasnt irradiated, part of a genetic experiment or anything like that. Im the product of bad juju man...magic. Im there real deal a full blown turn into a monster during the full moon werewolf and if I bite you and you live youre cursed too."<br><br>Jack shrugged, almost apologetically, "Thats the deal...Im a living breathing freak of myth and legend. A boogeyman to scare the kids with or dress up as on Halloween except that Im real and if Im loose on the night of the full moon I'll tear your head off and eat your heart. Still wanna be buds? Or do you wanna save yourself some grief and make friends with someone who doesnt see the human race as a bunch of hairless apes?"<br><br>This was the moment of truth...and with his senses amped he'd know the truth no matter what Johnny said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 17:10:51</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny listened as Jack spoke... a werewolf?&nbsp; A real werewolf?&nbsp; Whoa, that was wickedly weird.&nbsp; He wondered if the silver thing was real or just Hollywood bunk.&nbsp; He had met a vampire before... well ok, a living vampire.&nbsp; Morbius was his name.&nbsp; Freaky stuff.&nbsp; He thought it was best not to ask about the silver, because if it was real, Jack likely didn't even want to talk about it.&nbsp; He listened to him go on and on about what a monster he was... his only reaction was to give him a wry smile.<br><strong><br>"Hey, as long as you don't bite me we're cool.&nbsp; I don't think you're a freak, Jack.&nbsp; A bit melodramatic, sure"...</strong><br><br>He gave him a wink.<br><strong><br>"But hey, I'm not exactly innocent when it comes to that stuff, either.&nbsp; I've been called a freak by people too... you just gotta let it roll off your back, man.&nbsp; You master that beast in you and trust me, far more people are gonna think you're a hero than a monster.&nbsp; Don't get me started on the women, either"...</strong><br><br>He grinned at his new lycanthrope friend.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Werewolves are the in thing right now.&nbsp; I'm sure you can find plenty of hot chicks who can get on Team Jack, if you know what I mean"...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers -- Sub-Basement Training and Infirmary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 23:51:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Werewolves are the in thing right now.&nbsp; I'm sure you can find plenty of hot chicks who can can get on Team Jack, if you know what I mean"...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack stared at Johnny a long moment trying to process what he'd just said, all his senses telling him the young man was not lying, It was a huge relief but still Jack felt reckless, foolish and even dangerous for his actions. For letting his emotions once again get the better of him. Then his mouth started to twitch at the corners his lips pulling back not in a snarl for once but a smile as a huge belly laugh erupted from him. What was it with this guy saying some shit like that? He surely didnt know how Jack feared intimacy, what could happen in the heat of passion but the blonde headed bastard somehow cut through all of that to make Jack laugh in spite of himself.<br><br>"Ok hotshot no biting, I promise. Im gonna hit my room for a shower and to stow my gear."<br><br>Jack would surely berate himself the minute the exuberant celebrity hero was no longer with him, but in the moments they were together Jack was finding it difficult to remain his bitter brooding self. A guy like this could ruin his antisocial lifestyle. Maybe that was a good thing? Jack was begining to feel the stirrings of something he'd never dared too in the year since the curse had taken hold of his life. Deep in his soul a tiny flicker of hope began to burn within.
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