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[Jul. 11th, 2004|04:56 pm]
'X-Men: Evolution' RPG


The training room on the second level was virtually empty, save for a few crates and two young men. This room was rarely used; it was half the size of the main training room and nowhere near in as good of condition. But it was all right. It would serve its purpose well enough.

The taller of the two young men, even taller than normal because of the metal coating on his body, took a few heavy steps forward, then drove his right fist into one of the crates. The crate was old and rotten, and when it shattered under the impact, it threw up enough dust and debris to conceal Colossus from the eyes of his companion. When the dust settled, the metal coating on Piotr Rasputin's body had vanished, and several pieces of wood were sticking out of his hand. Blood trickled from the wounds down to his fingertips and dripped onto the floor.

His deep, normally calm voice carried more than a hint of frustration as he spoke to his companion. "I do not understand, Remy."

[User Picture]From: card_thief
2004-07-12 03:57 pm (UTC)
He had been watching, glad he remembered to wear his jacket as he could use that to shield his eyes from the dust and debris that scattered in the air when Colossus' fist slammed into the box. Once the dust cleared, Remy lowered his arm and released the portion of his coat he had used to shield himself with.

He studied Colossus' hand, scowling slightly. He wasn't supposed to revert in the middle of it. The metal armor he created should have stayed. So why wasn't it...

"I do not understand, Remy," Piotr had said.

Well, neither did he.

"Y'sure you're focusin', mon ami?" Gambit asked, idly digging one of his cards out of his pocket. "My powers are different from yours, yeah." He drew an ace of diamonds from his pocket and held it up so Piotr could see it, slowly charging it so the card glowed. "But focusin' helps." Without another word, he threw the card at a nearby box, watching as the card made contact and exploded, pieces of the box flying in every which way.

Turning to look at Piotr again, he added, "Let's get that wood outta you're hand and we can come back to this later..."
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[User Picture]From: pr_colossus
2004-07-12 04:06 pm (UTC)
Piotr liked that idea; they were out of boxes anyway. He pulled a few of the larger pieces out with his fingers as he followed Gambit out of the room. Gambit was probably right. He just wasn't focusing enough. It was just a phase. He would get through this.

But he still couldn't help wondering.

"Have you ever had trouble controlling your power?" the Russian asked.
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[User Picture]From: card_thief
2004-07-12 07:57 pm (UTC)
Remy paused at that question, a faint smile crossing his face. "Yeah, actually. Long time ago, though. Dad forced me t'get it under control before I went out on the job again. So I had t'learn on my own. Wish I had someone like Magneto around at the time, though. Probably wouldn't have blown as many things up by accident that way..."
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[User Picture]From: pr_colossus
2004-07-12 11:20 pm (UTC)
Piotr could understand; it was very easy to cause mass mayhem and chaos without meaning to when one was a mutant, especially when one harbored a particularly destructive power, like Gambit's explosive touch or his own potentially dangerous superhuman strength. However, he didn't quite agree with Remy's comment on Magneto... but kept silent.
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[User Picture]From: card_thief
2004-07-13 08:02 am (UTC)
"It does get easier as y'go," he assured Piotr with a nod. "You'll get the hang of it, mon ami." He turned down another hallway towards a medical room, digging out bandages and a pair of tweezers from one of the cabinets.

"Now... t'get that wood outta your hand..."
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