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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 6:00 pm
Riven tilted his body backwards, a projectile flying right over him, an inch away from his face. As he rose, he tensed as a dense rubber ball collided with his side, setting him off balance and vulnerable for a second ball that surged toward him. He managed to bat it aside with a quick hand movement, but the evasion he had hoped of hadn't occured. As the excersice ended, he stood in the center, unmoved after the deflection. Seventy-One... A sigh escaped him as he sat cross-legged in the center of the room. It was always seventy-one. One had always managed to get through his defense, even if it hadn't contacted him directly. It wasn't his desire to be able to deflect oncoming attacks, even if it would save him, but if he had the abilities to evade anything that was directed at him, it would save him from something that would be difficult to deflect by hand, such as lightning or fire. Regaining his strength, he stood once more and took stance for the next wave.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:20 pm
.:That was pretty good, Riven. Just keep it up and one day you'll get it.:.
Lances deep growl of a voice issues from the speakers of the sim room. Since D didn't like students using the sim room alone, he had posted a policy that no student can do so. Lance has agreed to supervise Riven's fight for perfection. He now sits in the control room looking down on Riven as he takes his stance.
.:Get ready, kid. We're doing it one more time.:.
He begins pushing buttons and the simulation starts up again.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 3:40 pm
(( Oops, I posted this is the wrong one. The training room is in the sub-levels >.> ))
Riven ducked, escaping the first assualt on his being, his eyes already tracing the second ball as it was projected towards his leg. He jumped into the air, putting just enough distance to evade the ball. His ears began humming as two balls traveled towards him simultaneously. He twisted his body and recoiled himself around, one ball sliding between the small gap of arm and side, the other one between his legs. The movement caused him to fall to the ground in a push-up position, but it quickly changed as he vaulted his body into the air just in time to evade a trio of spheres that recoched off his latest position. Now being straight up once more, his eyes tracked the movement and direction of four balls. Two were heading directly towards his chest which would be easy to avoid. One was nearing his right shoulder, proving a slight more difficult due to the other two. The final ball caused a problem, as it boxed him in on the left side being slightly lower than the other two. He took one step back, pulsations already churning his mind. Two more steps back, and then, one step against the wall behind him. He pushed off the wall making himself flip forward, the first two balls flying past him. As he descended, he flattened his body as the third charged over him. The last ball had him locked in and surged towards his smiling face, but he remained still as the second ball collided with the fourth. Although at first it had seemed hopeless, he knew that it was possible after his first step back. When his foot touched the surface, the sound echo'd off the walls and he was able to notice that one was severely quickly than the others, meaning that it was right behind him. Recognizing a small pause between the new-coming balls, he made a quick few steps towards the center so he wouldn't be boxed again.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:16 pm
((Yup, noticed that. I was gonna move it tonight anyway. xd ))
Lance simply watches. Truth be told, he's kinda bored. He never was one to be a good teacher. He never was any good at being a teammate for that matter. It's not that one can't learn anything from him, it's just that it annoys him to try and teach. He'd much rather utilize the watch and learn Method...but, he was suckered into playing teacher/babysitter agian.
...Why can't they be here alone? If their dumb enough to make it too high they can't handle it...
He simply watches, his steel gray eyes following every movement.
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what_lurks_in_the_dark Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 7:34 pm
))>.< Sorry, I want Kyaka to have something to do...((
There was a loud crash just outside the door, the fierce growl of an angry panther, and the light cry of one very shy individual. This was followed by three more crashes and then compelte silence. Either the fight was over, or it had moved to another location. But a shifting of growls to a slight whine of concern, and then a light soft laugh quickly removed the thoughts of it moving.
Nothing was broken in the hall, the crashes had seem to come from no where because both the panther and the youth seemed compeltely fine, a frowning boy with floppy cat ears flicking his tail back and forth just beside them. His eyes were completely black, and his skin so pale it was almost white. His hair was black, as were his ears and tail, his shirt a white, pants grey. It was uncanny how void of color he was...
Kyaka suddenly grew aware of where he was, the training room just beside him... and he stood abruptly, hoping that the people inside wouldn't be mad at him. He'd gotten so bored in his room. Though he'd brought out soem friends to hang around with him, he wasn't sure yet what all he could do... and being stuck in a room, no matter how bright, was simply boring, and besides, wasn't he suposed to be allowed out now? It wasn't like it was a cage any mroe right?
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 7:55 pm
A few unfamiliar sounds made him hesitant and wonder if it were the sounds of a different obstacle, but his mind went where it was needed when he saw two more balls lurching toward him. He simply tilted his head to avoid the first one and evaded the second with the same motion. A large, unexpected volley of spheres was fired simultaneosly. They came all at once, from all sides, at all speeds. He didn't remember this part and was hesitating longer than he should. It took instinct and a bit of pain for him to focus. His pupils shrank and his muscles relaxed. All time seemed to slow as his eyes closed. The balls continued their path, one coming an inch away from his face before his eyes shot open and he bent his body backwards, dodging the first two. His body was forced to flip from the momentum, which was an advantage as four more past him. He did another half flip and remained still, his hands holding him upright. This position allowed the eleven remaining balls to hit everything, but their intended target. His movement allowed him a safe passage out of the area where all the balls were trajected. Another pause. He reset himself again and awaited the onslaught.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:24 pm
Lance pushes a few buttons and a bit of pounding is felt...then heard. He can't help but grin as a new simulation presents itself. Something rezzes in...the lazers all around the room make a large grid and then the digitizing process begins...before long a large sentinal robot is standing before Riven.
.:Alright, kid...lets see what you've got:.
Lance's voice buzzes as the robot moves.
((You may control it.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 3:32 pm
(( Mind giving me a slight description of its size and weapons? ^^ It is your robot that's gonna be destroyed, after all. =) ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:18 pm
((Basic Sentinel. Check out the Marvel Sentinels.  Clicky teh piccy!))
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 8:08 pm
Slightly annoyed by the ending of his drill and somewhat thrilled by the new threat, Zeine looked the Sentinel over. In seconds, he had analyzed and guessed at what its capabilities just by look alone, but he knew to keep caution. It was his first time against a Sentinel and he wanted to make it count. The Sentinel made its move and flew a mechanized fist towards Zeine, who jumped back several feet to avoid the blow. "I guess Lance isn't holding any back," he muttered as he inspected the crater where he had been. The Sentinel was recovering from the recoil and gave Zeine some time. He held out his left hand, palm down towards the floor. White orbs of energy began gathering towards the center and as he clenched his fist, the shaft of a bow appeared in his hand. It had a dark color of crimson, but was made angelic by the silver glow of the string. He held his free hand to the side, similar energies forming, although much quicker. This time, an arrow appeared of the same color as the string. He knotched the arrow and pull the string to full length, aiming at the wiring in the Sentinels right arm that connected it to the shoulder. "Target in sight." With little hesitation, he let the arrow loose which flew at a rapid pace towards its destination.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 12:43 am
((All I'll say is keep in mind that these things were designed to destroy mutants. It would take even wolverine a bit of effort to take them down. That's all I'll do in this fight.))
Lance taps the console as he watches with slight interest in Zeine's power.
"He's ok...definately need this practice..."
...if he's able to take this thing down on his own...it took me, Kira, Bastian, Wilfire, and Miss D to take one down...
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 7:29 pm
Zeine felt a sudden sense of joy when the arrow made contact with the gap. It ricocheted off the metal plating and embed inself into one of the walls, evaporating soon after. "Hehe..." A deep feeling of inferiority surged within him and it nearly cost him his life. The Sentinel didn't take the assault too well and swung at Zeine with his other hand. He dove to the side and rolled to his feet, both awed and intimidated by the second crater, but otherwise unharmed. A duo of arrows appeared in his hand and he knotched both of them, aiming at the Sentinel's head. Well hell, if strategy doesn't work why not just head on? He let the arrows loose with high hopes, only to have it taken away as they met the same fate as the first. "What an a**..." was all he managed to mutter before the Sentinel decided to make persuit. Luckily for him, what the Sentinel had in power he lacked in speed and agility making it simple for Zeine to keep his distance. "Man.. at least this gives me some sort of advantage." Again, his hopes were dashes away as a faint red appeared in the eyes of the Sentinel. Suddenly, twin beams of energy bursts from its eyes which Zeine barely manages to avoid by bending his body backwards, falling on his back soon afterwards, "Oh, come on!" He knew that the fight seemed hopeless. The Sentinel was just too strong and didn't even have to be in melee range to be effective. He basically met the enemy that countered all his strengths and took advantage of his weaknesses. "Like hell if I care! Your going down no matter how freakin' strong you are!" Then, he did something that was against his instincts and all forms of his combat: He charged at the Sentinel at full speed, which was quite faster than most. An arrow had already formed in his hand and he quickly knotched it. The Sentinel didn't hesitate and reverted to its old tactics: Attempting to crush Zeine, but this gave him exactly what he wanted. He dodged for what he hoped would be the final time, landed on the Sentinel's fist, and run up the length of its arm. Its eyes began to glow crimson which was exactly what he had feared. He put a great bit of effort to jump and luckily succeeded. What he didn't know is as the deadly beam raced passed him, it continued onward and collided into the Sentinel's vulnerable hand, creating a sizeable hole and making it for the most part inoperable. Zeine's jump had put him summersaulting over the droids head and aiming at its neck. The arrow made contact, and to Zeine's surprise, made a slight chip in the plating. The law's of physics no longer on his size, his momentum drove him crashing into the ground with quite a bit of force. And oddly enough, he was laughing. "Ha! Who says do the same thing twice is pointless?!" Of course, he was in pain. His side had taken the brunt of the impact and being that it was a fairly high fall, he probably cracked a rib or two. Nevertheless, he stood and prepared another arrow.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 9:47 pm
I'll give him this much...he's trained before.
He grins a bit as he watches the kid move.
I'm glad I only put a type one in there with him. If it were any higher model, I'm afraid I would've had to stop by now...
He turns to greet the janitor walking in.
"Hey, you know how to work this thing, right?"
"Well, yeah."
"Well, then take over...time to teach the runt some teamwork..."
He lets the janitor take over the controls and makes his way to the holo-room entrance.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 1:42 am
Normally, Zeine would have time to recover from his actions, but seeing how his enemy was robotic and had no sense of feeling, he didn't have that kind of luxury. It moved at him a bit quicker, despite the damage it had sustained. He, on the other hand, couldn't do much but what he had been doing since the beginning. The arrow made contact with the Sentinel's neck, but didn't penetrate the plating as he had before. Frustration set in on him as he pondered why it never seemed to work in his favor. No longer being mobile due to his ribs, he created three more arrows and decided to take him head on. Hey, it worked before...
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:35 pm
As his arrows glance off the robot, it aims and charges a shot from it's good hand. The shot builds and fires. But, it doesn't hit Zeine. It hits the guy who stepped in front of him...Lance. As the shot dies down, Lance, still standing, looks himself over. His shirt and a bit of his pants are torn and burned...lots of flesh can be seen from the burns.
"Damn, cleaner...turn it up, did you?"
He cracks his neck as his burns begin to heal.
"You okay, kid?"
The robot begins charging again...
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