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Post by Iceman on Oct 1, 2006 10:52:56 GMT -5
When Kitty unphased him, Bobby gasped for air, bending over and resting his hands on his knees. When his head stopped feeling light, he straightened up, looking around. No people were in sight, and Bobby nodded curtly at her suggestion. “Alright. Let’s go,” he said, moving forward.
He went ahead, as was always his instinct, especially when paired with females his age or younger, though with Kitty he realized that this made little sense, as she was much less susceptible to harm than Bobby was. The leather uniform stopped bullets, but Kitty could have run naked through the building without—Bobby felt his face grow hot as he realized what he’d thought, and he shoved it out of his mind instantly, avoiding looking at Kitty.
At the first doorway they reached, Bobby stopped and listened. He didn’t hear anything, and he stepped into the doorway, his hands up and ready to fire if he saw movement. It was an empty room.
“The stairs’ll be at the end of the hall, probably…” he said, finally able to glance at Kitty. “And knowing our luck, Rogue and Scott will be on the top floor.”
Bobby ran to the next doorway and didn’t bother to listen, just stepped in front of it. Also empty, but through a window he could see people running past outside. And he could definently hear people shouting and guns firing up ahead, around a corner somewhere.
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Post by Shadowcat on Oct 1, 2006 12:40:06 GMT -5
“Alright. Let’s go."
...and Bobby charged off.
"Wait," Kitty hissed behind him before following, albeit without much speed or confidence. What was he thinking?
She reached the doorway after him, but Bobby was already talking again.
“The stairs’ll be at the end of the hall, probably… And knowing our luck, Rogue and Scott will be on the top floor.”
"Bobby - hey!" He ran to the next doorway, not even listening for soldiers inside the complex, and Kitty followed him more quietly. "Bobby, we need to look at this more logically. Why would they be any more likely to be on the top floor? And for goodness' sake look and listen before you go around any more corners, would you? There could be security guards hanging back."
She crossed her arms and attempted to glare.
"We should scan the lowest levels first. Going to the roof will only mean we'll be cornered at the highest level. I could phase through dirt, sure, but the floor of the DR is superdense; it's like clay. We'd probably still break things coming down."
Boys and their silly machismo. He was seriously going to get himself killed when they got out into the real world, especially since Kitty really didn't want to have to go with him.
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Post by Iceman on Oct 1, 2006 13:01:20 GMT -5
"Bobby, we need to look at this more logically. Why would they be any more likely to be on the top floor?"
Bobby made what could almost be called a pouting face as Kitty stopped him. He thought his logic was reasonable; keeping them on the top floor would keep them farthest from the UN forces. Rather than storming one floor to get the hostages, they'd have to storm three, and push up the stairs while the guerilla fighters shot down at them.
"And for goodness' sake look and listen before you go around any more corners, would you? There could be security guards hanging back."
Okay, there she had a point. And she continued, making more good points. Bobby hadn't thought about the fact that phasing through the ground of the simulation would mean phasing through the floor of the Danger Room. A side-effect of getting so wrapped up in the sim.
Bobby made a point of moving more slowly, and more carefully, listening by doors before looking into rooms that were all empty. There was one room which held guns and ammo galore, and Bobby ducked in after telling Kitty to keep watch. He made a circle around the room, his hands out and covering everything harmful with a good three inches of ice. He then stuck his head out and looked left and right.
"See anything?"
But Bobby didn't let her answer; for then, a number of enemy fighters bounded around the corner. Without pausing to think (see, sometimes that was a good thing), Bobby wrapped his arms around Kitty, one around her waist and the other across her chest, his hand on her opposite shoulder, and he pulled her backwards through the doorway.
'Shit,' he thought forcefully. He'd hoped to get farther before they'd be seen. Or had they been seen? He pulled Kitty out of sight of the doorway, against the wall, and ducked down behind a stack of crates, which were now covered in ice. He didn't loosen his hold on her yet.
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Post by Shadowcat on Oct 1, 2006 13:49:43 GMT -5
Bobby pouted at her, but Kitty continued doggedly. Or cattedly, since it was her?
Iceman. She needed to stop thinking of him as Bobby in the Danger Room. He was Iceman.
But Iceman did move more slowly now and Kitty followed him on silent dancers' feet, trained after years of having to slide silently backstage for fear of interrupting those already on stage, not even loud music to cover their movements - recital orchestras were notoriously quiet.
She kept watch for Bobby, paranoia and adrenaline making her hyperaware of every sound and small motion of wind or dust, as she heard the telltale creak of Bobby icing up weaponry.
"See anything?"
Well, yes. But then, so could he.
Bobby grabbed her extremely awkwardly and pulled her into the room and behind a stack of iced-up crates, her body molded to his as he crouched, forcing certain Parts Of Him against certain Parts Of Her. Even through the terror, Kitty was still slightly offended, though also grateful he'd pulled her out of way of the bullets.
They'd been seen. They'd have to get out. But she didn't want to go through the walls, they were too shaken...
...but the floor might hold.
"Hold your breath again," she whispered to Bobby, giving him a half-beat before phasing them both through the floor, finding, as she'd expected, a bunkerish sort of basement. They landed halfway through the floor of the underground chamber and Kitty pushed them back up gently to avoid any twisted ankles. Thankfully, this room was deserted, though the guards would be spreading out quickly now they'd been sighted.
"Ice the doors," she told Bobby. "We'll start underground and if they're not here we can go up through a wall."
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Post by Iceman on Oct 1, 2006 20:13:50 GMT -5
Bobby hadn't thought about the chance that there was a basement. He didn't know whether the captives were more likely to be on the top floor or in the basement, but he figured that the basement was definently a good place to start.
There was a door leading to another room, which from his angle Bobby couldn't see through. He could hear movement, though he wasn't sure if it was in the next room or somewhere farther ahead. He put his hand on the wall, and ice formed on the wall, spreading and forming a solid ice wall across the doorway.
"Alright, do your worst," he said, holding his arm out to her as though reaching for her hand. He took a gulp of breath and held it, closing his eyes and looking as though he expected the worst.
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Post by Shadowcat on Oct 5, 2006 19:35:49 GMT -5
"Alright, do your worst."
Kitty took one look at Bobby's face and reconsidered phasing him with her to search their floor. She wasn't sure if he could ice while phased anyway, and she could hold her breath long enough to be out of firing range in time to get somewhere safe.
"Don't worry about it," Kitty said. "I'll look by myself for a minute, just sit tight and ice anyone who tries to shoot you."
She phased herself through the next room then, using Bobby's ice wall rather than the shaky man-made structure, which still made her nervous. She peeped just barely through, only one eye coming out of the wall, and saw only confused gunmen staring at the door and beginning to make their way warily towards it, guns cocked. She phased out of it quickly. She'd have no choice but the wall to get to the next room over.
She ran through the plaster, feeling bits of it fragment unsettlingly as she found her way two rooms down - where, ha! she found the back of a man who looked like Scott, tied up and unconscious on the floor. She phased into the room and then unphased, running over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder to turn him -
It wasn't Scott.
It was a grinning rebel who was wearing sunglasses but soon ripped them off, throwing the rope that he'd draped over himself down and grabbing Kitty's wrist so tightly she was sure he'd twist it off.
She screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
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Post by Iceman on Oct 6, 2006 14:23:51 GMT -5
Bobby had crossed the room and started building another wall to block the only other door out of the room. The wall was nearly all the way across the doorway when Kitty's scream echoed piercingly throughout the basement.
Bobby's heart bottomed out, and he was in shock for a full second, only able to register which way the scream had come from. "Crap!" he said forcefully as he sprung into action and moved across the doorway. He clenched his hand into a fist and started to hit the edge of the thick ice barricade, breaking away all that he could of that which wasn't already fully formed.
It began to break away, showering into the hallway as he shoved his way through, flattening himself against the door frame as much as possible. Still, the ice scuffed his uniform and made thin cuts on his face. The cold of it didn't bother him one bit, but it stung where it cut him.
Her scream stopped, and Bobby lost his only way to pinpoint where she was. He had to go round-about anyway, if he could even get to her the way he was going. But he saw a door to the next room, which was where he thought he'd heard the scream come from.
The computer hadn't said that Kitty had been defeated, so Bobby assumed she was still alive. Now he would have to help her out of trouble before they could find Scott or Rogue. Not that it was her fault; he'd been the one to get caught more than once in the past.
But before he could reach the doorway, more guerrilla fighters rounded the corner, drawn by Kitty's screams. Bobby ducked down, slamming against the wall even as they caught sight of him. He held his hands out as he dodged to the other wall as they took aim, and he began to freeze the floor. He sent the sheet of ice to them, and it covered the floor everywhere around them.
The guy in front was the first to take a step and the first to fall. He knocked over a companion, his gun catching the man by the chin as they fell. The third and the fourth moved instinctively away from them, ducking down, and fell as well. Bobby winced as he saw a man's head hit the ice-covered ground. But he didn't stop to apologize. He stood and began to advance on them as they tried to stand, and as he moved forward, and ice wall began to build up from wall to wall, with Bobby and the doorway on one side, and the enemies on the other.
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Post by logan on Oct 10, 2006 21:33:26 GMT -5
Logan watched as display screen from the observation deck. The computer was good enough to film the action, showing him virtually any view of the training he chose. This was good. He'd make sure to keep the copy to show the kids after their training...
Still, he had to say he was impressed by their improvisation so far. They'd managed to keep their heads together, for the most part, and make it this far.
He nodded, a smile playing onto his face. Maybe they'd make good X-Men one day.
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