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Post by Iceman on Sept 25, 2006 18:41:50 GMT -5
The sound of someone singing a familiar Jerry Lewis song from the men's changing room. As he continued to belt the upbeat oldies song, Bobby paused just in front of the door.
"I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny!
You came along and you moved me honey..."
He was holding the top of his leather uniform top under his chin as his hands struggled to zip the front zipper. For some reason, it was jammed. He was glad he'd been too anxious to wait, and had come a few minutes early.
"I changed my mind, looking fine--"
Bobby stopped in mid-chorus for a moment, making a noise of frustration as the zipper refused to budge. He'd really have liked to get his zipper working and his shirt on before anyone else came. Before Logan came, because it would just be asking for a comment. Before Rogue came, because...Well, because at times like those he felt like he was just making a show of something she couldn't have. And it made him feel guilty.
And he wanted to get dressed before Kitty came...To avoid a whole other set of awkward feelings.
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 25, 2006 19:17:39 GMT -5
Kitty was reasoning with herself as she strode down the hallway, clutching her uniform tightly to her chest as if she were already Naked In Public. It was one of her number one fears, and even the expectation of it was painful - she hated changing rooms. What if someone saw her?
"I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny!
You came along and you moved me honey... I changed my mind, looking fine--"
Kitty smiled unconsciously as Bobby's voice floated down the hallway, then stopped awkwardly. She wondered why it had stopped and got as far as something on his clothing getting stuck halfway on before she flushed and changed her train of thought.
Bobby is like your brother. You are not allowed to have crushes on your brothers. It is sick and wrong.
She slipped into the ladies' lockers to this merry internal tune, changing out of her clothing and into her leather uniform as quickly as possible. She felt ridiculously exposed in this thing. Well, she should; it was a tight leather catsuit. If she didn't feel exposed, it'd be weird.
Kitty reemerged into the hallway, but Bobby wasn't out yet. Knocking carefully on the boys' door, she called in - "Bobby?"
Please don't say you're naked and in need of aid. I am not allowed to crush on my brothers. I am so not allowed to see them half-dressed.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 25, 2006 19:50:30 GMT -5
Bobby heard a knock on the door a foot in front of him, and heard Kitty's voice. His heart seemed to leap and fall at the same time, as he pictured Kitty on the other side of the door. He dithered for a moment over whether to tell her that everything was fine and stay hidden until Pete or Logan came in to help him or the world ended...Or to open the door.
He couldn't help but feel that the second choice was definently more attractive. And it became even moreso when he opened the door and actually saw Kitty. He lifted his head, catching his shirt over his arm as it fell. "Yeah, uh, my zipper's caught. I can't get it," he said, holding the leather top up. "Want to take a shot at it?"
So he and Kitty were each one of each other's best friends, they had been for a long time, ever since Kitty had come to the school. But lately, Bobby had become aware of the fact that Kitty was no longer the scared little girl she'd been when she'd come to the school. In fact, he didn't know when, but at some point she'd matured into a blossoming young woman. She wasn't the stunning gorgeous type that Dr. Grey or Storm were, but Bobby could tell she would be competing with them in probably just five years.
He became conciously aware that he was shirtless, and suddenly the nearly indestructible leather pants with their built in shin guards, knee pads, and high waist, didn't cover enough skin. He'd only recently started working out, and he wasn't nearly as muscular as he'd liked to have been. Piotr's naturally beastly muscles put him to shame.
"I know we've been training in these things forever, but they never really get comfortable, do they?" Bobby said in an attempt to cover up the awkwardness of the situation.
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 25, 2006 20:03:07 GMT -5
There was a moment of silence, which seemed to escalate the burgeoning awkward bomb yet more.
Then the door clicked open and Kitty's brain froze briefly before allowing one thought to escape:
Damn, but Bobby is stupidly hot.
Kitty had actually preferred it frozen. But even if he wasn't, like, Mr. Muscles or anything, he was gettin' a little tone to him, and he had a good face, and pretty eyes, and -
"Yeah, uh, my zipper's caught. I can't get it. Want to take a shot at it?"
Do I ever.
HE. IS. LIKE. YOUR. BROTHER.
"Oh," Kitty said, eyes wide and slightly vapid. "Um... yeah, sure. Here, let me - "
She reached awkwardly, grasping for the zipper. Her depth perception had decided to disappear when confronted with Boy. Thank you, depth perception; I needed that.
The back of her fingers grazed bare skin just before she found it and she fought the urge to squeak.
"I know we've been training in these things forever, but they never really get comfortable, do they?"
"Heh," Kitty chuckled awkwardly, "no. I can barely move until they warm up a little."
...was it just her, or was that a potentially awkward statement? Of course, repeating her Latin vocab could potentially be awkward here. Everything was awkward.
She pulled out the zipper a little, tugging up gently, but it was stuck - on a little of the leather inside Bobby's uniform. This just couldn't be easy, could it?
"It's stuck on the zipper-liner thing inside your uniform," she informed Bobby. "I think you might have to zip it down a little and then back up."
Translation: I am not reaching into that catsuit.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 25, 2006 20:15:09 GMT -5
Bobby tilted his head down to take a closer look before he took it back in his hands. He pulled the leather lining out of the way as much as he could and tugged the zipper down. After a few tugs, it pulled free. The sudden momentum made his arm collide with Kitty's upper arm. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but Bobby still reacted instinctively.
He let go of the jacket with one hand and put his palm on her arm where he'd hit her. "Whoops--Sorry," he said with a quiet laugh, his eyes on her face to make sure he hadn't bumped her harder than he thought he did.
He let his hand drop from her arm, and after a moment of not knowing what to do, he looked down and unzipped his jacket the rest of the way. He pulled it on, first one arm and then the other, and looked down again to zip it, more carefully this time so it wouldn't jam again. "So, what do you think he'll put us through today? I hope it's something with fire." A hint of excitement made it's way into his voice; after all, it was like a life-sized video game, and there were few things Bobby loved more in life.
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 25, 2006 20:21:34 GMT -5
Kitty pulled her hand away instantly, cradling it to her chest unconsciously as if she'd been burnt, though it would have surprised her out of Bobby - unless it was an ice burn, of course.
"Whoops--Sorry."
Her face froze in a bright smile, her eyes taking on a very slight deer-in-the-headlights quality, and she laughed, bright and brittle. "No problem," she said. Oh man, was she ever pathetic.
Bobby finally covered himself, though, which helped her to concentrate a little better.
"So, what do you think he'll put us through today? I hope it's something with fire."
"I don't," Kitty said as they began walking to the Danger Room itself. She didn't like fire too much; loved the smell and loved the feel on a cold winter evening, but in battle, she had no defense. The heat made her unstable phased atoms bond, so she couldn't get away that way, and apart from her phasing she was as exposed to burns as any human. It would've been really nice to have a useful power sometimes.
"I hope," she said, "it's a logic thing. I think those are more useful anyway. I mean, there's only so many ways you can freeze Godzilla to the floor, but we might have to puzzle our way out of something more complicated."
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Post by Iceman on Sept 25, 2006 20:34:50 GMT -5
Bobby's expression reflected his opinion of having a logically-based training session; a sort of unblinking, shifty-eyed expression. Slowly, a small smile creeped onto his face, and he chuckled. And like that, the situation became a little less awkward. Because despite their growing crushes on each other, they were still close friends.
Besides, if they got any more than friendly, Bobby's guilt would gnaw at him. He was, after all, dating someone. A wonderful, attractive someone. Their relationship was perfect, in fact--Except for one slight drawback. They couldn't touch each other. Literally. Which made everything else hard. It was things like the way Kitty's hand had brushed his skin that made him think of her as more than a friend.
"But...I can't freeze logic," Bobby said, as though he were making a solid point, when in fact he was completely missing Kitty's point. Whether doing it purposefully or not, and his smile suggested that it was purposeful, he buckled the X over his stomach and adjusted the neck of his uniform.
"Alright, where's Logan? Let's get this going before I start chaffing."
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 25, 2006 20:41:31 GMT -5
"But...I can't freeze logic."
He had to be kidding.
"You have got to be kidding," Kitty said.
Kitty hoped very much he was kidding, because she simply could not entertain a crush on a stupid person. It was against her personal code. So was crushing on Bobby, for that matter, but it was more against her code, was the thing.
She should write down her code at some point. And then burn it immediately after, so no one could notice how specific it was about not crushing on Bobby (or John, just a little, which was more worrisome) and about learning to accept that she needed glasses sometimes and wearing them places other than her room, with the door locked.
"The point is," Kitty explained, "that you can't freeze logic. You can only outthink logic. And everyone should know how, in case we get stuck somewhere bad, or in case someone finds a way to sap our powers."
She stuck her fingers through the belt loops on her uniform, unconsciously pulling the shiny leather tighter around her... dorsal landscape.
"Alright, where's Logan? Let's get this going before I start chaffing."
Kitty made a face. "You wouldn't chafe," she said, "if you'd wear underpants."
He wouldn't, either.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 25, 2006 20:54:57 GMT -5
Bobby looked down at her without tilting his head down, which made the look slightly more imposing. His expression became solemn. This in itself was hard enough, as Kitty had definently just said the word 'underpants', as though people her age--'our age, she's not that much younger than you'--actually said that. "You've obviously never been in these pants," he said with a nod.
And it took a full five seconds for him to realize...'Oh, no, did I just...?'
Oh, yes. He did.
He closed his eyes and shook his head, acknowledging his unintended double meaning with a laugh. "Maybe I could use some help on this logic stuff..." he said, by 'logic' obviously meaning anything that required thinking.
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 25, 2006 21:07:25 GMT -5
Bobby looked at her like he was thirty. He looked a little ridiculous. She decided not to say so.
"You've obviously never been in these pants."
In the five-second interval, the smile fell off Kitty's face to be replaced by pure shock. Her delicate sensibilities were very offended indeed.
"Maybe I could use some help on this logic stuff..."
Abruptly, Kitty convulsed with giggles.
"You," she said, "seriously need to think before you speak..."
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Post by logan on Sept 27, 2006 20:38:18 GMT -5
Logan didn't actually find the Danger Room training as good as it could've been, were the danger protocol sessions greatly lifted. The solidified photon projectors could reproduce virtually any known physicality, and where they failed, genuine energy types could be used, to lesser degrees. Fire, for example, was projected by actual valves. Lifting the danger protocols meant that it'd use regular fire, not doing so meant it used a low-heat fire, burning from gases elsewhere on the period table. It could burn you, but not as quickly as normal fire. The computer also replaced it with holographic fire after the first few seconds of exposure, just for protection purposes.
Logan didn't live with these sorts of restrictions... he made sure Xavier completely removed them before he went in... then again, he could regenerate.
The kids couldn't do that, so they had to train with the training wheels on. Though everyone but him did. There was a probability that Colossus didn't have to– but that was a gamble.
As it was, Logan was substituting for a few days, before he hit the road again. During this time he was to be training the kids in random two-man groups for the Danger Room. You didn't always have all your mates at your back... and sometimes, hell, often, you had fewer men than you really wanted to work with. Logan was unsure where this Murphy's Law sense of thought came from, since as far as he could recall, he'd never had “men” at all. He never had an army. Hell, a team, until the X-Men.
An hour ago he'd run Colossus and Rogue through the training, and he was proud to say that Marie held her self admirably. Those two made a great team, since she could partially absorb his powers quickly now... she'd been working at it for a couple months, and could do quick touches gaining a large portion of the power – while leaving power to the mutant she touched. It was admirable to watch.
Unfortunately, it limited their separation tactics. She wasn't very useful on her own... but she was smart. She beat most of strategy obstacles, and Colossus beat most of the physical ones.
Logan hoped the same would work with Bobby and Kitty. The former had impressive physical power, in the form of his ice-attacks and options, the latter, the most impressive defensive ability he'd ever seen.
He walked up the hall, in his leathers (which he found odd to wear to these sessions, since he was supposed to provide support and guidance only.) He found the two talking, and walked straight up to them, removing the cigar from his mouth.
“You guys ready?” He asked, eyebrow raised.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 27, 2006 20:48:52 GMT -5
"You seriously need to think before you speak..."
"No, you just need to speak before you think sometime. Really, it's fun. Spontaneous. Live a little--"
'Well, speaking of living...' Bobby thought as he caught sight of Logan coming toward them. "Born ready," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Let's get this party started!"
Rogue had told him that Logan was really putting them through their paces that day, and Bobby couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive. Logan always made him feel like he had something to prove; whether it was because Logan was so kick-ass himself at combat, or because Bobby sometimes got the feeling that Logan didn't think Bobby was worthy of Rogue...Bobby couldn't quite tell. But it did make him do his best. When Scott ran the simulations, Bobby was busy making smart remarks and goofing off half the time that he'd died more easily than he should have. Bobby knew it had perturbed Scott that he did so much better with Logan running the simulations. Which was unintended, but a definite plus.
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 27, 2006 21:28:08 GMT -5
Kitty was mid-eyeroll just as Bobby was reaching high rambling mode, but he cut off immediately, forcing her eyes to focus in front of her once more - this time on Logan, who was looking imposing as ever. He freaked Kitty out severely, truth be told. Of course, most things freaked Kitty out.
“You guys ready?”
"Born ready. Let's get this party started!"
Kitty finished her eyeroll with flair. "Yes, sir," she told Logan, refraining from making fun of Bobby for his Pink reference. She wondered what Rogue would do with that little tidbit...
An uncharacteristic bitterness rose in the back of her throat as she thought of Rogue. Actually, these days, it was less and less uncharacteristic. But she was trying to fix that.
"What are we going to do today?" she asked Mr. Logan to cover her awkwardness. "More team-buildling or back to aliens?"
Kitty liked team-buildling. Better than aliens, anyway. She couldn't do too much to the aliens, for one. Fighting Martians consisted of hiding behind Bobby or running around through their camps looking for the Flag when they were training in Quest Mode rather than Kill Everything Mode.
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Post by logan on Sept 27, 2006 22:38:44 GMT -5
He had to admit, Bobby had spirit, yes he did – a lot like a cheerleader, or maybe a beefheaded football player. Still, spirit was good, in any form… and he couldn’t help but almost crack a smile. Almost.
Kitty was an ideal student, willing to learn and intelligent. What Bobby had in pure heart and enthusiasm, Kitty lacked sorely. She was much quicker, but seemed more timid and reserved. Still, a great student.
“In the field you’re rarely given such obvious scenarios. Generally it tends to be a mixture of the lessons Scott’s been giving you. You also usually don’t know what the situation is until its right up on you.”
He looked to Bobby. “You also don’t always have a reason to be excited about the situation. In fact, usually if the cause is worth fighting for, you’ll probably wish it had never happened in the first place.”
That was that, it seemed, for he turned and pushed the button on the control panel. The door slid open, revealing the danger room.
He gestured them to go in.
The scene was a three story building, built to survive the harsh landscape of the dense jungle it was part of. It seemed to be attached to several smaller buildings, which made up some sort of base-camp.
The main building was about 50 yards away, and seemed to have been blasted by some sort of artillery barrage… it was on fire. Smoke rolled out of the windows on the bottom floor, and trickled out on the higher ones.
The base was a chaotic combat. UN special forces were engaged in some sort of standing fire-fight with local guerilla troops. The locals had superior numbers, and were holding the buildings pretty well. The UN troops surrounded the three X-Men, hidden partially by a sandbag bunker.
“Cerebro tells us that Scott and Rogue are there…” He pointed at the partially burning building. “Last intel showed us, they had been captured and drugged by the enemy here. Professor X also claims there’s another mutant signature somewhere on this base… though it’s hard to get a lock with all the negative energy in the air.”
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Post by Iceman on Sept 28, 2006 17:38:43 GMT -5
Bobby took Logan's loose reprimanding without feeling embarassed. He knew Logan was right, and of course in an actual battle he wouldn't be excited. And once he got into the simulation, he was usually in it. He found himself swept up in it, almost forgetting that it wasn't real. Which was what they were supposed to do; to treat the Danger Room simulations as if they were real.
As soon as the door opened, Bobby entered, his eyes taking in the chaotic scene as fastly as possible. He looked first for placed nearby that would provide cover. Unfortunately, there wasn't much--there were military vehicles, but the ones that weren't already aflame were giant bombs waiting to happen. Besides, they were obvious places to hide; any soldier worth the title would look there first. Or well, throw a grenade, more likely than look.
This could be fixed, though, and plans formed in Bobby's mind as the door slid shut and Logan filled them in. His hidden tinge of excitement that there was fire disappeared as Logan said that Scott and Rogue were being held inside. The idea of Rogue being in danger. pulled him into the simulation completely, and a muscle in his cheek pulsed once as his jaw clenched, his eyes trained on the building.
He turned and sprinted for the nearest vehicle. With all of the commotion, he knew that he and Kitty wouldn't be noticed right away. He crouched behind the large front tire of the vehicle, and reaching his hand under the car, formed a cocoon of ice around the engine. It would take a lot more to bloe the car up now. A grande would still do it, but gunfire wouldn't Besides, Bobby didn't plan on staying there long.
Bobby turned to Kitty. "What do you think?" he asked, asking for her opinion on what they shoulkd do. But the urgency made him anxious, and he continued rapid-fire. "Can you get us closer?"
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 28, 2006 18:16:33 GMT -5
Kitty listened to the lecture solemnly and played with the rough stitching at her cuff, which had yet to wear in properly. Everywhere else it had, in the areas that had left giant friction burns (thankfully), but not quite here.
The suit still felt weird, though. Possibly because it was a giant unitard made of leather.
She and Bobby stepped into the simulation, surveying a lumpy fortress, which Kitty thought looked a bit like a cancerous tortoise. It was on fire, obviously having just been attacked, and was smoking like a chimney while surrounded by fighting natives and special forces. They were safe inside a sandbag blockade, which appeared to be staffed by UN troops.
“Cerebro tells us that Scott and Rogue are there… Last intel showed us, they had been captured and drugged by the enemy here. Professor X also claims there’s another mutant signature somewhere on this base… though it’s hard to get a lock with all the negative energy in the air.”
Kitty bit her lip, picturing Scott and Rogue slowly asphyxiating on the smoke. She knew they weren't really in there... probably... but it still icked her out to see sims of them being hurt.
She dashed after Bobby as he took off for one of the military vehicles, phasing partially through rocks on the ground so she didn't trip. Best to save her breath, really, and run for real, but it was the Danger Room; it almost didn't matter. Kitty couldn't slip into the simulations like Bobby, or most of the students for that matter, could; to her logical brain, it didn't make sense to treat a hallucination like a real situation. It wasn't.
"What do you think? Can you get us closer?"
Kitty squinted at the armed forces. Unlike the natives, who were fighting with a few guns but mostly knives and rocks, the troops had guns; they couldn't just ask them to part, so they'd have to go through the bullets if they wanted to get close. She'd have to time it just right, try to predict the surges of emotion and bloodlust in the native population so she could run through when they were all packed together and up close...
A battle cry, something in another language, floated clearly above the mass of people, and Kitty grabbed Bobby's forearm and pulled him into a flat run, shouting over her shoulder. "Take a deep breath if you don't want to pass out!"
As soon as Kitty was about to hit the hindmost UN gunman, she phased herself out. Hopefully Bobby's managed to get a breath by then.
The cry had been echoed across the crowd and they'd pressed up together again, forcing the UN back but moreover squishing all the fighting together, condensing the amount of people they had to run through. It was still awkward to pass through humans, though - the slight viscosity of blood, bile, and other fluids made her sluggish and slightly sick as her atoms bonded with the other liquids against her will.
She got them to an abandoned local foxhole just behind the fighting before her will gave out and she sucked in a deep breath, releasing Bobby. She still wasn't good at phasing people, though she'd been doing it pretty regularly for a while. It took it out of her to take something so large.
But now they were safe in a sort of pit-thing, and no one was looking at them, though a few people had tried to stab her as she'd flashed through.
"Okay," she said. "What now?"
The fortress-complex lay a few hundred paces of jungle in front of them, the pseudo-smoke thickening the air and the fake flames heating the room. Kitty felt a trickle of sweat from the exertion and the heat drip down her back.
Ew.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 28, 2006 18:34:16 GMT -5
As soon as Kitty let him go, he stumbled a bit in the fox-hole, looking like he was about to be sick. Kitty had only phased him a few times before, and each time it had only seemed to get worse and worse. There was something unnerving about passing through other things--especially other people.
He passed on his usual command, 'never do that again', only because they were in the middle of a battle scene. He shook his head and arms furiously, as if to rid his skin of the crawling feeling, and cleared his mind. He considered icing the bad guys to the ground, but he knew that the UN forces wouldn't realize they were incapitated until long after they'd shot them down. He didn't want to cause death; besides, he'd much rather the guerilla fighters rot in jail. Well, a sim-jail, anyway. 'Because they aren't real, remember?'
"I saw we let them fight out here; keep them occupied. We should go inside, and find where they're keeping Rogue and Scott." He emphasized Rogue, and his worry for her, even for her sim, was evident for a moment before he turned to his job. "I think we should move together; it's easier than using doors," He clearly meant that going through walls was easier, as much as it grossed him out. "So I can put out the fires along the way. Then..."
Bobby paused. "We can't get them both out at once, can we? I mean, I know I can carry Rogue, but..." He could manage Scott probably, but it would be time-consuming and slow-moving. And Kitty couldn't really carry either. "And once we get to one, they'll probably move the other...Where do we take them?"
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 28, 2006 18:48:52 GMT -5
Bobby did his usual post-phasing twitching routine, shaking himself all over like a wet dog, as Kitty's chest rose and fell as she tried to get herself breathing normally again.
"I saw we let them fight out here; keep them occupied. We should go inside, and find where they're keeping Rogue and Scott."
Kitty shot him half a look, as if to say Scott is the team leader and I don't care if you're dating her, he's still more important.
You could convey a lot in a look. Well, Kitty couldn't. But she tried.
"I think we should move together; it's easier than using doors. So I can put out the fires along the way. Then..."
"Remember you won't be able to breathe while we're phased," Kitty reminded Bobby. It was hard for most people to keep up with the rhythm she started, taking a sharp breath just before phasing in an unpredictable pattern for anyone who wasn't her, and more than one partner had passed out from oxygen deprivation while trying to blink in and out of phases with her for long periods of time.
"We can't get them both out at once, can we? I mean, I know I can carry Rogue, but... And once we get to one, they'll probably move the other...Where do we take them?"
Kitty further chewed her lip, her favorite spot turning bright red and puffing out as it filled with blood from the friction. "Our best bet would be to secure wherever they're keeping them and call for backup and then fight out way back out," she said, "but I don't think we have backup, and Mr. Logan - Wolverine, sorry - said there's another mutant in there somewhere..."
A sim-mutant or a real one? A student or Storm, or some enemy, or a mutant none of them had ever met or heard of, an invented power? Someone like Magneto or John, more frightening because of their familiarity, or Jubilee or Pete, terrifying because of their closeness?
She hated it when they made enemies that looked like your friends. Freaked her out.
"We'll have to get into the fortress and try to sneak around," she said. "Ice anyone we see so the news doesn't spread and we'll just have to try to take Rogue and Scott out one at a time out into the deep jungle and call in a helicopter, or find a vehicle inside the complex."
They were well and truly stuck on this one. Kitty's mind worked furiously at the problem, trying to find a chink in the armor.
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Post by Iceman on Sept 28, 2006 19:00:38 GMT -5
Bobby caught the look Kitty threw him, and he wasn't sure exactly what she meant by it. He had a feeling it had to do with the way he'd spoken of Rogue, and he looked down to hide a guilty face as he kicked himself. Not only was he shoving his relationship in Kitty's face, he was painfully reminded of the fact that he had flirted with Kitty earlier. Sure, nothing serious had ever passed between them, but the feelings were still there.
Bobby didn't like the sound of their weak escape plan, but he had nothing better, and decided that they'd have to cross that bridge when they got to it. Hopefully Scott and Rogue were on the ground floor; he didn't like the idea of taking stairs. 'Wait...' "We could just all...Jump out the window, right?" he asked, not liking the idea either, though Kitty would probably find it heinously terrifying. "I mean, if it comes down to it. You could phase us into the ground and lift us out again, right?"
They didn't have time to discuss any more, though, because at that moment voices started yelling in their foreign language. Bobby twisted around to see a guerilla fighter taking aim at them as he yelled to his comrades. Bobby dodged in front of Kitty, pressing her into the side of the fox-hole as he held up his hands and created an ice shield to cover them as he heard bullets fire.
"I think we should run," Bobby yelled over the sounds of war, over his shoulder at Kitty. He was waiting for her signal to let him know that she'd phase him before he'd turn and stop running. He formed his ice shield into a solid ice wall, cementing it to the ground of the foxhole and lengthening it as he waited only moments for her response.
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Post by Shadowcat on Sept 30, 2006 21:15:58 GMT -5
"We could just all...Jump out the window, right? I mean, if it comes down to it. You could phase us into the ground and lift us out again, right?"
Kitty bit her lip and considered, but there were sudden voices behind them, and Bobby shoved her into the side of the foxhole before she could ask what was going on or turn around. An ice shield flew up to protect them just as Kitty heard the pops of gunfire from outside the hole. Metallic sound rang out as shells hit the screen.
She felt cold and hot at the same time, frozen with fear and the ice and heated with adrenaline and a boy much larger than she pressing her into the wall. It would happen with anyone, she said in her head. It wasn't because it was Bobby. It was because it was body heat and she'd just run.
"I think we should run."
Kitty nodded and grabbed one of Bobby's wrists as best she could from her position, giving him a pointed look so he'd know to suck in a breath - and then they were gone, running again. The curious sensation of the bullets zipping through her made Kitty's stomach tingle, the speed of their passage creating slight heat, which affected her even when phased.
They made a break for the compound; it was almost too far for them. Kitty unphased for fully five seconds to let Bobby breathe as they closed. He couldn't keep up with her pattern, she knew, nor might he even notice the second-long unphases at all.
They melted through the outer wall before Kitty let go, where they stood in an empty hallway, bits of brick and mortar sitting every few feet in dusty corners, showing the building's structural wounds from earlier grenade fire.
"Phasing through that might make it come down," Kitty whispered, half for quiet and half because she was breathing heavily, gorging herself on the oxygen she was denied during the runs. "I'd rather we found a path the normal way."
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