X-men aren't mine, you know the deal..
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Pip looked down from high above and let out a big sigh. He had never wanted the situation to reach this point, but once it had gotten there, he was well aware that there was little to stop them. He had called the professor's office, and informed him of what was happening. Xavier said that he would be down to supervise in secret, but to let the event go on. Just make sure it was safe. Pip made sure to follow the professor's orders as closely as possible. This wasn't just making sure a round in the danger room went off without a hitch. this may have to do with his friends' lives if this fight gets out of hand.
Touch was the first one to step into the room. He had no desire to put on his uniform, so he did not have the luxury of changing time to think of his strategy. His black clothing was followed by the shadow that was his leather trench coat. Though it may seem like awkward fighting attire, Touch's movements were as, if not more, fluid than many other fighters that the danger room had within it's walls before. He leaned himself against a wall and closed his eyes, giving himself a few moments of meditation to prepare for battle.
Jack entered approximately five minutes later in full attire. His sword glistened off of the lights above, flicking Touch out of his transient state. Their eyes locked at that moment, and the intensity they saw in each other's eyes burned with a fire fueled by their own anger at each other. Touch stayed against the wall while Jack looked up towards Pip.
"We don't want anyone to have more advantages than the other, so we will make this a clean, simple scenario. Powers may only be used in contact with the opposing challenger. The arena will be set as a warehouse, to give some people a place to hide," Jack began, shooting a look over at Touch specifically at the last comment. "No time limit. Match ends when one competitor gives up. Any questions?" Pip punched in the computer codes grudgingly. Touch simply nodded.
"Then it is settled," Jack continued, as if he were a ringmaster. The metallic room around them grew significantly darker, with only a few lights overhead illuminating the field. Jack felt the thrill of the fight flowing through his body. Training in this room was a task he typically enjoyed. He shifted his mindset out of it's teenage holdings and let his persona Osiris take over. Towers of boxes materialized all around them, and Pip counted down.
"Three. two. one. begin." The metallic sound of the outside world turned off around them, and the match started.
Touch leapt from his relaxed position, and tackled Osiris before he knew what hit him. Closing his eyes, he allowed a very small part of his mind to enter Osiris's, almost completely undetectable to anyone but the greatest psionic masters. Osiris wasn't one of them.
Quickly, Osiris rolled onto his feet and tossed Touch off of his body. He unsheathed his sword and held it at eye level, focusing every ounce of rage in his body towards his opponent. Premeditating his actions, Touch leapt to the right, diving behind a stack of boxes and completely throwing off his original attack. His attack stance leveled once again, Osiris began to stalk his way through the landscape. Hearing a rattle just behind him, he teleported back twenty feet, just as Touch leapt from the shadows. The faced each other, locking eyes, and ran at each other.
Osiris swung his sword towards Touch with lightening speed, but Touch could read every movement that his opponent was going to make. The accurate, fierce attacks were dodged as if they were coming at Touch in slow motion. Realizing what was happen, Osiris closed his eyes and swung the sword blindly towards Touch's abdomen. Not knowing where his intended target was made it so Touch couldn't predict the movement of the sword and he dove out of the way, feeling the blade slide cleanly through the top of his forearm.
The pain seared through Touch's entire body. A rage that had been dormant in him for years grew and grew until it consumed his very being. Osiris opened his eyes to see what appeared to him to be a walking shadow. Touch's body leapt in the air and came down on Osiris in one giant flying tackle. He reached his fist up in fury and was about to bring it down on Osiris's skull when a spark of red caught his eye. He looked into the control tower and saw Dinah, pounding against the walls. The sound couldn't pass through, but she held red sticks in her hands like flares, doing anything to get his attention.
Breathing heavily, Touch slowly lifted his body off of Osiris. Their eyes locked together. and he saw fear. It was an emotion he did not know to exist in his enemies. His mind began to pound with thoughts of his past life. Remnants of memories that he could not piece together, but could feel the pain of their existence..
iHe was just a boy/i
Touch took in the environment. Jack was lying on the ground, with his sword a few feet away. He could only stare at Touch and not move.
iLike you used to be/i
Pip had deactivated the arena long before the fighting had ended, but neither Touch nor Jack had noticed.
iLike you've come again/i
The thoughts took him over, ruling his body, filling every crevice of his existence. He dropped to the ground in pain, but quickly gathered himself and ran out of the danger room. He worked his way through the hallways and corridors, finding his way to the back door and bursting through it.
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Dinah found herself outside, searching through the forest. The hallway that Touch had run down left a long line of blood to follow, but it had greatly diminished as they entered the yard, and disappeared as it entered the forest. All had been out to help search for him, even Jack, but to no avail. It was just Dinah and Liz now, and Liz was only there because of the great amount of help she could offer with her tracking.
"Come on Dinah, let's go inside." Liz had said. "We can't stay out here anymore. The trail is cold. . . we can try again tomorrow, but. . ." There was nothing Liz could say, so she just wrapped her arm around Dinah.
Dinah felt a few tears fall down the side of her face, and without a word, followed Liz back in. They were all in the den, talking quietly about what had happened, trying to fill each other in with little parts of the story that they knew. As Liz and Dinah entered the room, a blanket of stillness fell over them
"I'm sorry," Jack said, breaking the silence. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her apologetically. The hug made her feel better though. for a reason she couldn't put her finger on, she felt like he had returned to her. She sat down in silence with the rest of them. and they all just watched the fire.
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Pip looked down from high above and let out a big sigh. He had never wanted the situation to reach this point, but once it had gotten there, he was well aware that there was little to stop them. He had called the professor's office, and informed him of what was happening. Xavier said that he would be down to supervise in secret, but to let the event go on. Just make sure it was safe. Pip made sure to follow the professor's orders as closely as possible. This wasn't just making sure a round in the danger room went off without a hitch. this may have to do with his friends' lives if this fight gets out of hand.
Touch was the first one to step into the room. He had no desire to put on his uniform, so he did not have the luxury of changing time to think of his strategy. His black clothing was followed by the shadow that was his leather trench coat. Though it may seem like awkward fighting attire, Touch's movements were as, if not more, fluid than many other fighters that the danger room had within it's walls before. He leaned himself against a wall and closed his eyes, giving himself a few moments of meditation to prepare for battle.
Jack entered approximately five minutes later in full attire. His sword glistened off of the lights above, flicking Touch out of his transient state. Their eyes locked at that moment, and the intensity they saw in each other's eyes burned with a fire fueled by their own anger at each other. Touch stayed against the wall while Jack looked up towards Pip.
"We don't want anyone to have more advantages than the other, so we will make this a clean, simple scenario. Powers may only be used in contact with the opposing challenger. The arena will be set as a warehouse, to give some people a place to hide," Jack began, shooting a look over at Touch specifically at the last comment. "No time limit. Match ends when one competitor gives up. Any questions?" Pip punched in the computer codes grudgingly. Touch simply nodded.
"Then it is settled," Jack continued, as if he were a ringmaster. The metallic room around them grew significantly darker, with only a few lights overhead illuminating the field. Jack felt the thrill of the fight flowing through his body. Training in this room was a task he typically enjoyed. He shifted his mindset out of it's teenage holdings and let his persona Osiris take over. Towers of boxes materialized all around them, and Pip counted down.
"Three. two. one. begin." The metallic sound of the outside world turned off around them, and the match started.
Touch leapt from his relaxed position, and tackled Osiris before he knew what hit him. Closing his eyes, he allowed a very small part of his mind to enter Osiris's, almost completely undetectable to anyone but the greatest psionic masters. Osiris wasn't one of them.
Quickly, Osiris rolled onto his feet and tossed Touch off of his body. He unsheathed his sword and held it at eye level, focusing every ounce of rage in his body towards his opponent. Premeditating his actions, Touch leapt to the right, diving behind a stack of boxes and completely throwing off his original attack. His attack stance leveled once again, Osiris began to stalk his way through the landscape. Hearing a rattle just behind him, he teleported back twenty feet, just as Touch leapt from the shadows. The faced each other, locking eyes, and ran at each other.
Osiris swung his sword towards Touch with lightening speed, but Touch could read every movement that his opponent was going to make. The accurate, fierce attacks were dodged as if they were coming at Touch in slow motion. Realizing what was happen, Osiris closed his eyes and swung the sword blindly towards Touch's abdomen. Not knowing where his intended target was made it so Touch couldn't predict the movement of the sword and he dove out of the way, feeling the blade slide cleanly through the top of his forearm.
The pain seared through Touch's entire body. A rage that had been dormant in him for years grew and grew until it consumed his very being. Osiris opened his eyes to see what appeared to him to be a walking shadow. Touch's body leapt in the air and came down on Osiris in one giant flying tackle. He reached his fist up in fury and was about to bring it down on Osiris's skull when a spark of red caught his eye. He looked into the control tower and saw Dinah, pounding against the walls. The sound couldn't pass through, but she held red sticks in her hands like flares, doing anything to get his attention.
Breathing heavily, Touch slowly lifted his body off of Osiris. Their eyes locked together. and he saw fear. It was an emotion he did not know to exist in his enemies. His mind began to pound with thoughts of his past life. Remnants of memories that he could not piece together, but could feel the pain of their existence..
iHe was just a boy/i
Touch took in the environment. Jack was lying on the ground, with his sword a few feet away. He could only stare at Touch and not move.
iLike you used to be/i
Pip had deactivated the arena long before the fighting had ended, but neither Touch nor Jack had noticed.
iLike you've come again/i
The thoughts took him over, ruling his body, filling every crevice of his existence. He dropped to the ground in pain, but quickly gathered himself and ran out of the danger room. He worked his way through the hallways and corridors, finding his way to the back door and bursting through it.
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Dinah found herself outside, searching through the forest. The hallway that Touch had run down left a long line of blood to follow, but it had greatly diminished as they entered the yard, and disappeared as it entered the forest. All had been out to help search for him, even Jack, but to no avail. It was just Dinah and Liz now, and Liz was only there because of the great amount of help she could offer with her tracking.
"Come on Dinah, let's go inside." Liz had said. "We can't stay out here anymore. The trail is cold. . . we can try again tomorrow, but. . ." There was nothing Liz could say, so she just wrapped her arm around Dinah.
Dinah felt a few tears fall down the side of her face, and without a word, followed Liz back in. They were all in the den, talking quietly about what had happened, trying to fill each other in with little parts of the story that they knew. As Liz and Dinah entered the room, a blanket of stillness fell over them
"I'm sorry," Jack said, breaking the silence. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her apologetically. The hug made her feel better though. for a reason she couldn't put her finger on, she felt like he had returned to her. She sat down in silence with the rest of them. and they all just watched the fire.