It was around one and a half hour later that a gust of wind - unnatural and somewhat out of place - announced the return of Gold Strike Force's leader. With a sylph's aerial grace, the weather witch landed soundlessly pulling her white hair back into a ponytail. It may have seemed odd to some people that she would not keep her mane tamed while flying but for those who knew the one named Storm a little better the answer was simple. A true child of nature and the elements as she was, Ororo Munroe was one to enjoy the feeling of being one with the winds, to soar and speed with the spirits of air. In fact, when she had first come to the Institute - a young woman, wild at heart - she had to be taught that wearing clothes was something demanded in western society while back home, she had been used to walking undressed if she felt like it. It was so much more natural...
Eventually though, Ororo had accepted this other culture's oddities, her best friend Jean Grey being a great help during this learning process. Her mind wandering back to the past while watchful eyes waited for her team to gather, the quondam goddess wondered whether she and the other woman had grown apart, and be it only slightly. The Phoenix had risen and fallen to be reborn again; she was married, even had children... there had been so many changes in Jean's life yet Storm - for her part - felt like she herself hadn't changed. Mature and responsible, a living legend as she was, the white-haired mutant still had the feeling that inside her, there was still the little girl taking her clothes off to enjoy the wonderful weather on a bright summer's day. Yet in truth, those days of innocence were long gone...
”Seems like we’re done,” Matt stated, his eyes that had chosen to take on a darker shade of green focusing on their team leader. There was a small sign of relief in his voice, yet there was also pride. They had accomplished quite a lot! The swampland looked barely different to from when they had arrived but for those who had memorized the position of plants growing in this strange biotope, it was obvious that the whole area was now an almost perfect trap. Unknowing arrivals would be delighted to see several safe pathways marked by grass and superior plants that most would expect to grow on solid ground while in truth, those routes would lead into the most dastard of regions. At least as far as Contrast was concerned, he could remember the real paths quite well and barely doubted the trap’s efficiency. The hints marking the safe ways were subtly placed and so inconspicuous, you had to know what you were looking for to even notice them as what they were.
Still, it had been tiring work and one that had left its marks on them. Contrast was not the only one that had been partly covered in mud which, however, had long dried leaving nothing but dirty marks. *Well, chances of coming across some talent scout around here aren't that high anyway…,* the light-elemental thought to himself before a smirk crossed his face as he pictured someone like that getting stuck in the swamp just while mocking about someone’s clothing, voice or whatever. That’d so serve them right!
Realizing it sure seemed odd to see him standing around grinning to himself, Matt transformed his expression into a smile he directed at Hope before wandering off to their leader waiting close to the jet, the only safe area she knew so far. ”Lunchbreak?”
"Will you proof worthy of this team’s glorious history?"
"What am I doing here again? Ah right… resisting the urge to blind Frosty… I bet mud-brown is just her color though."
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Hope stood up, stretching her arms above her head to ease the throbbing ache in her back. After her suggestion, they had all started working furiously to finish the trap before any of the other teams had a chance to come across them. They had pulled up sturdy plants from the more solid ground and placed them convincingly on the more quagmire places. Her hands were now covered in slime, and she felt sick with exhaustion and hunger. Nadieja had even found a perfect tree; although stunted in height, its trunk was wide enough in diameter for her to submerse her whole body. Although the mutant shuddered away from the thought of the wood passing through her body, she grudgingly accepted that it would be a good hiding place. She had even taken a break from replanting vegetation to practice her power…
Nadzieja had never used her power so extensively before, and this had just added to the fatigue that threatened to overcome her. Stepping away from the rest of the group, she had walked up to the tree, placing a palm gingerly on the rough, damp bark. She closed her eyes as she concentrated her power, pushing her hand through the wood. The feeling of solid matter passing through her flesh and bone was a sickening one, and she had gagged as she pulled her hand free. She had wanted to give up then, but the words of Frost echoed through her mind. "Well obviously some of us will be more useful then others, maybe the rest of you ought to help by staying out of our way." Hope had always been the kind of person who preferred being unnoticed, but the words would not leave her alone and she wanted to prove to herself, at least, that she wasn’t completely useless.
Again, the young girl touched her palm to the tree and pushed. But this time, she did not stop at her wrist, but continued until the length of her arm had disappeared into the bark. She hadn’t been able to bear to even look as she carried on, and squeezed her eyes shut. Nadzieja had tried to block out the sickening sensations by humming to herself. But nothing could keep her eyes closed, and eventually her eyelids had fluttered up to reveal…darkness. It wasn’t the type of darkness that children were afraid of, but it was the comforting blackness of night and safety. Even the sensation of the wood in her very being subsided to near unnoticeable.
She held her eyes closed again as she had pulled herself out of the wood, and did not open them until she had taken a step away from the tree. Hope looked around her quickly, unnerved that someone might have seen her use her powers, but everyone was still busy setting up the trap. Matt was the nearest to her, and she tread lightly on the memorised path towards him. On her way, she had crouched down to pull a particularly leafy plant from the soft soil. Tapping her new friend on the shoulder, she had wordlessly handed him the plant…
Nadzieja looked up as she felt the air around her stir and develop into a strong wind. She felt apprehension as she saw the figure of their team leader casually float down to the swamp. There had to be a reason for the visi, and Hope had the terrible thought that they would be asked to do yet another menial and potentially dangerous task. She suddenly felt homesick for the Institute, the only home she could remember, and the library that offered her peace and solitude. The swamp on a remote island was the last place she wanted to be.
”Lunchbreak?" Matt’s words cut through her thoughts like a warmed knife through butter. She suddenly forgot what she had been thinking about and was suddenly aware of her empty stomach.
”Did anyone bring any food?” she asked, suddenly aware that they had left the Institute in a hurry, without time to pack anything, ”Because I think my stomach’s gonna start complaining at me soon!” Hope smiled at the contrast mutant. They had become friendly…well, more friendly than anyone else had been to her, and she was starting to feel a little more comfortable around him.
(OOC: I figured the others may need a bit more to react to... )
Cryptic gaze of ocean-blue eyes was wandering over the group while she waited, intrinsic thoughts keeping her entertained... or at least busy. This team's chemistry was strange to say the least. Not that she had expected Madison and Anna to mutate into team persons (as ironic as that would have been) but there sure was a tension radiating from them, that, however, Storm rather guessed from those two's seperated positions and past experience than actual proof. Having just arrived, she didn't know about whatever had been going on - an advantage as she thought since it made her rather unbiased.
Nadzieja's voice infiltrated her world of thoughts as they approached, the clueless yet slightly worried expression on Contrast's face emphasizing that she had obviously forgotten to mention food. *Getting old, aren't we?* Self-ironic thoughts she quitted with a smile. If she really had covered all information there was about this mission, the briefing had ended up being anything but brief. No, it was definitely better to reply when asked - at least concerning minor details. Matt on the other side would have strongly disagreed with this low classification.
"We do indeed have rations with us," the Gold SF's leader assured "but first I'd like to discuss our plans for those two days." They couldn't possibly be starving already and so she had decided to fill them in on what was necessary to know and possibly amend those plans before eating... it was only human to be distracted during meals.
While waiting for all of them to come close enough to not having to shout, the weather witch wondered how they would take the news. The two more team-experienced yet slightly anti-social girls would probably roll their eyes or make a comment if they dared... Storm had always demanded respect, yet in this case, she didn't see the need to punish possible remarks. After all, they'd probably be right...
"Truth be told, it may become a slightly boring time," the windrider began to explain knowing that it was not the best but most honest of introductions. "Our main problem is the lack of a specific goal, there is no location we have to get to and randomly searching the - considerably large - island would hardly be effective either."
Her voice was matter-of-factly sounding over the swamp's chortling and other sounds of nature surrounding them, the tone making it certain that although she knew it wouldn't exactly be the most exciting of experiences, there was little chance she'd alter the plan to an extreme degree.
"As I see it, the only thing we can actually do is keeping the surrounding area under constant inconspicuous observation. There will be two scouts starting their tours at opposite sides while the rest splits up into two groups taking positions there and there," she pointed at two opposing edges of the swampland "near the forest. Keep yourselves covered, we want to avoid attracting attention as much as those we'll be hunting.
Since the meeting point is in the far North, chances are low any Prey team has started off in the Northern half of the island so mainly focusing on the South-Eastern and South-Western area should be a good choice. It is crucial that you keep in constant contact with one another for once one of the scouts has spotted a Prey team, we will try to chase them into the area we have the advantage in. If everything fails, we may have to take them on outside the swamp but we should attempt to avoid that."
As usual, Storm's eyes kept on wandering around, the watchful, serious expression giving her a lot of an army sergeant though the dark uniform was a little to much underlining the former goddess' curves to have been designed for the military. "The aim is to trap them, keep them from continuing their way. Yet again let me emphasise that actual injuries have to be avoided!"
A short pause followed allowing her words to sink in before finishing the speech with an ironic smile brushing Frost and Wolverette at the end. "Questions? ... comments?"
"Will you proof worthy of this team’s glorious history?"
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The hour and a half had gone very quickly for Taylor, and he had found himself being completely relaxed with Angela. After her quip about borrowing her jumper Taylor had noticed the younger woman and for a moment drifted off into her own thoughts and then all of a sudden become shy and turned a slight shade of red. Taylor had wished for a moment that he could borrow Sean's abilities and see into what she was thinking about but he couldn't and so he just grinned and playfully nudged Angela again as they walked on through the swamp.
The hour had been filled with small talk and some sudden silences when they had thought they had heard something that could be coming form another team. From time to time they had crossed paths with others making trails that would lead the prey teams into the trap but that rarely happened and Taylor found he was very greatful for this time alone he had had with Angela while on the team mission, even if they didn't get any further (teamwise) he thought that it had been a success. He had quickly gained confidence when chatting with her, which allowed him to be more his enthusiastic playful self rather than the tempered down version that he had been when they first met. What made him happier was that she didn't seem to care either way.
The sudden hust of wind that seemed to come out of no where halted another chatty conversation that had started between the pair and they watched as Storm arrive and he heard Matt say something about lunch. At that thought his stomach gave a jump, he hadn't eaten since the previous night and he had only just realised. He hoped they would have food as he heard Hope voicing the question, he didn't look forward to trying to find something to eat in or around the swamp.
"We do indeed have rations with us," the Gold SF's leader assured "but first I'd like to discuss our plans for those two days." Taylor felt his stomach jump at the sound that there was to be further delay and he had to stop thinking about food otherwise it would get worse, damn why hadn't he grabbed something before he left, or had just not been reminded about the lack of food.
"Truth be told, it may become a slightly boring time. Our main problem is the lack of a specific goal, there is no location we have to get to and randomly searching the - considerably large - island would hardly be effective either." Taylor's mood dropped further at that, why couldn't they be on a team that needed to directly hunt out the others, that would be fun, he could use his spped to confuse people; hes one place one time and another a second later. So now he was hungry and lickly to get bored and soon, the only way this could be halted is if he and Anglea could just continue their chat, he loved being on a team but when it involved sitting around and waiting the high energied young man was sure there would be a way to better use his time.
"As I see it, the only thing we can actually do is keeping the surrounding area under constant inconspicuous observation. There will be two scouts starting their tours at opposite sides while the rest splits up into two groups taking positions there and there, near the forest. Keep yourselves covered, we want to avoid attracting attention as much as those we'll be hunting.
Since the meeting point is in the far North, chances are low any Prey team has started off in the Northern half of the island so mainly focusing on the South-Eastern and South-Western area should be a good choice. It is crucial that you keep in constant contact with one another for once one of the scouts has spotted a Prey team, we will try to chase them into the area we have the advantage in. If everything fails, we may have to take them on outside the swamp but we should attempt to avoid that." He listened intently to the main plot of the teams plans, they had to sit and wait, just as he had guessed. Once the others were spotted the could do something but until then they had to just wait. taylor sneaked a glance at Angela who seemed to be contemplating what Storm had said also, it seemed that any chance Taylor would have to chat further with her may have been lost now and even though he didn't want to wait until they got back to the Institute he guessed they might have to.
Well you shouldn't be using the training as a social meeting anyway Sean's voice filled his head, it was exactly what he would have said to him and Taylor knew that it was right, but it didn't mean he had to agree with it completely; he was a sociable person, loved meeting and getting on with new people and since the Institute he had finally been able to achieve that need which he hadn't been able to since he had found out about his mutations.
Taylor wasn't sure who was going to be picked to do what in this second half of the mission and a part of him told him that he would probably do well as one of the scouts, but he didn't like the idea of being away from the team itself, if the idea of the mission was to try and make the team work cohesivly then why split the group up. It will still be team work There was Sean's voice again, the voice of reason.
"Questions? ... comments?" Taylor thought for a moment and decided that he would do well as a scout, even if it meant that he would probably have the most boring part of the mission, at least it would show he was willing to volunteer. He looked down at Angela again and whispered: "Well i guess my speed might be of use as a scout, sorry to ruin our enthralling conversation." he said playfully. Speaking up he spoke: "Maybe I would be of worth as a scout Storm, my increased speed might give us an edge, I can get back to the others quicker, much quicker, with the information." Taylor stood, only the sounds of the swamp filled his ears as the group stood in the meeting.
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Yup, Angie was paying total attention, she knew everything the other lady was saying… something about effectively searching an island of some sort yeah? Or a goal of something, a random search somewhere… She couldn’t help it really, she was tired and she wanted to go home and lay down and post and read posts, do some new graphics or anything similar… plus she was really hungry and cold, though as much as she complained in her thoughts, she wasn’t one to start blurting it all out and annoying everyone by whinging of these things.
"As I see it, the only thing we can actually do is keeping the surrounding area under constant inconspicuous observation. There will be two scouts starting their tours at opposite sides while the rest splits up into two groups taking positions there and there," Frost folded her arms with a reluctant look as she wondered which wimp would be assigned to follow her around. "near the forest. Keep yourselves covered, we want to avoid attracting attention as much as those we'll be hunting.” A smug look was thrown towards Madison, a rather blunt ‘Yeah Madi, don’t screw up and get us caught’ look in her body language. After all, Frost wasn’t someone who’s repeatedly gotten captured by some hell-bent trash collectors! After all, who else would want Madison so badly!? The arrogant look was diverted just so Madison wouldn’t have a chance to reply, Frost learnt years ago if you give Madi the chance she’ll take it, and if Madi misses her chance, she really gets worked up over it! Unless she was in an unusual non-combative mood… as rare as they were she sometimes didn’t feel like fighting, that side of Madison was – if you could believe it – even more of a bore then the usual one!
"Since the meeting point is in the far North, chances are low any Prey team has started off in the Northern half of the island so mainly focusing on the South-Eastern and South-Western area should be a good choice. It is crucial that you keep in constant contact with one another for once one of the scouts has spotted a Prey team, we will try to chase them into the area we have the advantage in. If everything fails, we may have to take them on outside the swamp but we should attempt to avoid that."
By now Fear had snuggled comfortably in Angela’s arms, her eyes remained staring down at him in obvious distraction and not paying much attention. It was a bit of a delayed reaction but some of Storm’s words sunk in and Angela wondered if they could perhaps lure them here by using fear to scare them in this direction? Then again it would have to be so overly discreet otherwise they’d figure it was a trap… maybe it wasn’t a good idea, she put it aside for the moment as Storm continued, a demand for attention radiating from their lead in all forms and Angela finally forced herself to focus.
"The aim is to trap them, keep them from continuing their way. Yet again let me emphasise that actual injuries have to be avoided!" A frown creased the lips of the blue hued young woman, an impatient silent sigh and perturbed glance at the others. Alright, so perhaps they couldn’t INJURE someone if their life depended on it with their powers, at least from what she knows of them, save for Madi and perhaps electro-boy there, but what was she supposed to do, freeze them carefully? Come on, give her a break, all she wanted to do was have a little fun and they always had to ruin it by placing stupid regulations.
"Questions? ... comments?" For a moment Storm’s leadership got the better of her and Frost’s lips pressed together, a miraculous moment of holding her tongue before her personality got the best of her once again. But allowed Taylor the chance to finish his own words before she started up. Angela was lost in her own thoughts once again after Taylor suggested he go off to scout, leaving her alone with the rest of the group, a relucted necessity in the sense Angela wouldn’t willingly talk with any of them unless she was forced to join them in some task or another.
"Yeah," The ice elementress began with a look resembling something like stressed annoyance, "What actually is an ‘Actual injury’." Always one to have walked a fine line, haven given up on trying to warm up to others after her own dearest family turned against her. It meant she always pushed things to their limits and never cared if she bent them dangerously close to breaking point. It wasn’t like she felt she had anything worthy in her life that she worried about losing. What were they going to do as punishment? Other then her Uncle, Bobby, it wasn’t like she had any parental figure anyway, sure there was Xavier, but look what happened to him, with all his friends no one can help him, and he works so hard for everyone else, what has it gotten him, nothing but trouble. And it wasn’t like she considered Bobby her ‘father’ type figure, he was barely even her uncle any more, always off with other X-men doing important things, who needs him anyway, it’s not like he’s even going out of his way, or even remotely in his way, to spend time with her any more. Not that Anna ever made it easy for him, and usually would make it anything but easy, it wasn’t surprising he was avoiding her as well. At least that’s the way Anna saw it, Frost hardly cared to think Bobby was highly concerned over her and her attitude, it felt better when she could be angry at everyone, things seemed so much easier then.
"Fair enough scratchy shouldn’t be allowed to play with her knives," Frost gave a rather uncaring wave of her hand in the general direction of Madison, "But really, a little frostbite never hurts." Of course she wouldn’t be allowed to give them freeze burns of any degree – she thought sarcastically – it was a real life combat simulation… just without any of the common risk or… you know… life threatening-ness.
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So banana-boy was all into being useful, eh? Well, Matt didn’t mind since at least it meant the really useful jobs wouldn’t be done by their two very own team harpies – Scratchy and Frosty – something they’d probably be seeing as another sign for their superiority. Then again, Storm had not yet agreed and thus there was still a risk of her not seeing what a major mistake boosting the two females’ ego would be. And she had spoken of two scouts! Now wouldn’t it be a funny twist of fate if Taylor and he himself would leave the girls behind playing heroes? A cynical smile threatened to creep onto his features as he pictured himself trying to run all the way back from where he spotted a team, preferably with top speed so they had enough time to circle them. He was not entirely hopeless at sports but that didn’t mean he was any good either.
Meanwhile, Ororo nodded her appreciation. ”Thank you for volunteering,” A glance around revealed quite clearly that nobody else was likely to follow his example – something she had expected rather than the electro-powered mutant’s initiative. Distracted by Frostbite’s question, Storm turned to her with a mild sight of understanding. ”I know it’s hard, Anna, rather unrealistic even. Yet this mission’s aim is not to train powers, it’s rather about actually working together, the team aspect if you will. The Danger Room session boil down to the individual’s personal practise as the main focus, this weekend is to put a stronger emphasis on the aspect of working together to accomplish something that is not entirely simulated.”
For a moment, the weather witch paused wondering whether they would get closer to the ultimate goal of forming teams like the original X-Men had been – a group of friends, mostly, fighting for themselves, but also for a dream… for hope. Most of those children seemed driven by nothing but personal motivations, something she could not blame them for but what made it hard for her to see them as the next generation of the last line of defence Xavier’s protégés had all too often been. What if something happened to what was left of the original members? With the Professor in coma, who would keep them together? Scolding herself for such self-important thoughts, Storm inwardly shook her head. If the X-Men would disintegrate, then maybe they were not needed any longer. Yet like most humans, Ororo found it difficult to imagine the dreams she and the others had strived to accomplish throughout the most-part of their lives to be ever fulfilled. You cannot suddenly confront a warrior with peace and expect him to change his profession…
Still, if those days were ever to come in her lifetime, they would not come now and they needed to be prepared for the next decades to come, prepared for a lack of extreme improvements. ”As for your question…,” the windrider continued remembering that she had only replied to what she thought to read in the girl’s eyes ”you can consider everything someone with a normal healing rate cannot recover from completely within a week’s time a serious injury. Without any more medical attendance than a random household is able to offer and including mental damage, that is.” This was one of the more unofficial rules not to be stated at the very beginning to avoid the more rebellious participants testing out their limits but with Frostbite, it was different. She needed to be told those things to actually keep her from going to extremes – relatively spoken.
Considering the question answered, Storm’s gaze wandered off to Contrast, the light-elemental already guessing what was to come. ”Matt, I want you to be the other scout. With all those trees as cover there should be enough shadows to disappear in." Even if he had dared to object, the white-haired leader’s voice made clear that she would not accept any refusal. It was a command and as such unquestionable. *Oh what a fun way of spending the weekend,* he thought sarcastically while he could already see his totally groggy self appearing the scene to tell the others of a Prey team that was already miles away. Disguising his worries the best he could, Matthias restricted himself to a nod, wordless and easily understandable gestures at Taylor indicating which are he suggested to cover. It was a random choice with no intention behind it – he just didn’t want to stay more time than necessary in proximity to the others. The harpies were likely to shoot condescending glares and could imagine better things to do than letting them undermining his frail self-esteem.
”Remember to be as discreet as possible though,” their leader reminded them one last time before dismissing them with a nod. ”Nadzieja, Frostbite – you form one group, Madison and Nightmare the other. Be on guard! I shall keep an overview from above and check back occasionally.” In fact, she planned on staying out of the “fight” if one was to occur only giving commands without directly interfering. Shortly before they had left, Storm had intercepted Rogue who had agreed to stay back as well in the off-chance of their teams meeting as had Aurora. Although Exiles’ leader had approved of the idea Ororo had thought to pick up silent doubts whether this was really a wise decision for her team. The windrider didn’t know all of the details but since the fiery mutant – having been a member of the first hour after Gold Strike Force was reformed – reported to her about the troublesome team’s progress, Storm was aware that Aurora was having problems exercising her authority. She could not know that this was actually not as unintended as it seemed. People only grow when facing apparently insurmountable obstacles… they could only hope that this one was not indeed an impossible task they had burdened onto the girl.
Casting those thoughts away, saving them for a time where focus was not as crucial, Ororo nodded at the remaining four of her team. ”Go!”
(OOC: As you might have noticed, I NPC’d a little. Tell me if you aren’t ok with anything I did – I felt we needed to move along. Feel free to open up a new thread for this next “chapter” but although there are 5 different parties, let’s post all in one thread. The Training Island is already so crowded
Also NOTE that every team member has a communicator! It enables them to communicate with their team mates [well.. duh] - messages are almost impossible to be intercepted by anyone who doesn't possess one of the specially designed gadgets. For the added "reality feel", the option to tune into another team's frequency has been disabled.)
"Will you proof worthy of this team’s glorious history?"
"What am I doing here again? Ah right… resisting the urge to blind Frosty… I bet mud-brown is just her color though."
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Matt.. in ya siggy Quote for Storm... It's Will you 'prove'. Yeah... been wanting to mention that...
Matt: Sheesh! Got all hyper that there was a reply and then that *waddles off grudgily grumbling a thanks*
- THREAD CLOSED - TBC here - If you want to add something, feel free to do so but I'd prefer if you continued where my post ended - Matt and Taylor gone, Storm just taking off - respectively didn't add anything that needs further reactions before said point in time
Re: The Swamp: Setting up the Trap (the Gold SF)OOC: I feel rebellious, thus must post where Matt doesn't really want us to! XD (That I did this days go but kept forgetting to post it...)
”Thank you for volunteering,” A slight roll of Anna’s eyes signalled the reaction she had to Taylor ‘volunteering’ for the scouting. If you were of importance then the leader would pick you without the need of treading all over her toes trying to get her attention. Impudent fool thinks he can be sanctimonious and gain a higher position of worth just by asking to be of use, Please spare us the idiocy.
”I know it’s hard, Anna,” Frostbite inwardly cringed at her name, it was odd but it sounded too normal, too human… too much like the name which used to belong to a little girl who had a family. ‘Frost’ was the name that replaced Anna amongst the school body. Frost WAS her name, the young girl who had been called Anna was discarded, a disgrace to the bloodline of the family and a worthless child that had been tossed aside like a used rag doll that no longer held any interest to its owner. By pretending Anna doesn’t exist, it makes Frost’s entire life so much simpler, so much less painful, so blissfully numb in her ignorance and loathing.
The words of the weather witch continued to flow from her lips, the ice elementally powered mutant registering the information with her usual expression when faced with emotions of any kind. The total lack of response, the blank eyes that watched and the relaxed lips that strained to remain as still and unperturbed as possible. It wasn’t like Frost could demand the teachers to cease calling her Anna, they usually didn’t, referring to her as ‘Frost’ quite commonly, but that didn’t mean it was a rare thing for them to use her name, not more then a day or three would pass before that poisonous given name was uttered in her direction.
”As for your question…,” The paled skin of the mutant girl could glitter at times as the sunlight caught hold of some of the rime which thinly coated her skin, tiny specks of ice that resisted to melt under the daylight hours. The troubled adolescent offered a disgruntled look still aimed at Storm, having worked with her long enough to know that what she says is that of importance, and if Frost dared push the boundaries of the wind rider’s rules, then there would be hell to pay. Usually Frost wouldn’t care if she got on the bad side of teachers, but Storm was different, Storm knew the way Anna thought regarding a few things, especially he love for the danger room… the last time Anna disobeyed Storm she had been removed from the team for a month and disallowed DR sessions. A traumatic event which hasn’t repeated itself for over two years now.
”you can consider everything someone with a normal healing rate cannot recover from completely within a week’s time a serious injury. Without any more medical attendance than a random household is able to offer and including mental damage, that is.” A brow rose slightly at the comment. No serious mental injuries eh? A smirk caressed her ice hued lips as she thought. So we can’t use our secret weapon then, oh well, guess Madison has to hide her face somewhere well out of sight until a day we’re allowed to use such extreme forms of torture that’ll scar people for life. A devilish smirk was thrown over towards Madison for a moment before Frost listened to Storm address the other pale skinned mutant. Matt was then rewarded with a scornful stare, not that Frost actually wanting to Scout, the only advantage would be to spot the enemy first and deal with them in as fun a way as possible… without breaking any of Storm’s rules of course. That, and Frost quite truthfully assumed Storm was just letting the newbies have a go at things, if they screwed up then Frost wasn’t going to be as forgiving as the weather goddess was known to be. Not that Frost has actually been a ray of joy in their lives, but that meant little, so far she’s only ignored them…
”Remember to be as discreet as possible though,” Invisibility? Angela eyed Matt with something of a grin, her father was a scientist and Angela had a love for fantasy and sci-fi, the thought on what caused him to become invisible and the pros and cons of it were an enticing subject for her… before Nightmare got distracted on Fear who was shifting around and the entire list of questions slipped from her mind along with her thoughts of Taylor and Matt.
“Nadzieja, Frostbite – you form one group, Madison and Nightmare the other. Be on guard! I shall keep an overview from above and check back occasionally.” Angie’s mouth dropped open somewhat. The idea of grouping with the other girl wasn’t pleasing, why couldn’t she have at least been put with the one that had offered all those suggestions earlier? Angela eyed Hope longingly and wondered which of them had it worse. Rather reluctantly Angie had decided that her and Hope were at a draw.
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loooads of waiting ahead
There comes an age when people have to take over responsibility. It remains the question whether there is also a time when they can get rid of it again.
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