Guin Stark
Location: Second Sub Basement - the Danger Room
Skills: Electronics and Computers, Archery, Mental Link with Pietro Maximoff
Guin set down her devices and such with Beast in the control room, figuring that he would keep them safe. She didn't need all of that stuff on her while she was working with Wolverine, especially since she was certain he had a habit of smashing people's phones during Danger Room sessions. Maybe she was a little bit crazy for this - and sure, it was incredibly impulsive... But the only way to feel better about herself and her contributions to the team was to train harder.
So why not start with frickin' Wolverine?
"Thanks, Logan," she said, entering the Danger Room and closing the door behind her.
"Whatever you say kid," he said, as his claws ripped off the head of a Sentinel. "Watch yourself, not holding back with this one, last chance to leave," he added, charging and tackling another one.
"Whatever, not like I'll die in here..." Guin muttered. The entire room seemed to be filled with Sentinels and she readied her bow, grabbing an EMP arrow and she fired at the nearest Sentinel. Yet in the second that her eyes closed to blink, she saw a flash of Muscles making sure she was safe at Stark Tower from these monsters and it became very difficult for her to breathe. Her aim was off and the arrow didn't hit her target.
"Watch yourself, you can still get hurt," Wolverine said as a Sentinel made a grab for Guin, but it missed her. Logan was currently in the process of ripping the head off of another Sentinel, so he likely wouldn't be able to help her too much.
"I-I'm fine!" Guin protested. She barely managed to keep her hands steady, but she got off the shot and it hit the Sentinel, taking it down. However, with as many as Wolverine had put in the program, she hadn't even made a dent. This had been a horrible idea and there was no backing out now. She wanted desperately to wake up from a nightmare and be in her bed with Pietro. Pietro I made a terrible choice I need your help, she called out tentatively, undoing the block.
What's going on Guina? Where are you? he responded. Another Sentinel made a grab for her, but once again, it missed her.
Danger Room with Logan. She bit her lip, yelping a bit at the Sentinel. She got another flash of Muscles - and of Nina standing around and talking, nearly getting them all killed. The bruises she had gotten from falling in an Iron Man suit due to that disaster had been awful. She grabbed another arrow, this time a bomb one, and sent it flying at the Sentinel. The holographic simulation burst into pieces and she let out a bit of a panicked breath.
Wait... Why the hell are you in the Danger Room with freaking Wolverine??? No one goes there, you know that! No one actively seeks out a training session with him!
Her head ached from how loud Pietro's voice had gotten. For a moment, her vision blurred as she fished in her quiver and reloaded with another boom arrow - or as she was tempted to call them, another boom boom arrow. I was feeling depressed and impulsive! She jumped a bit at the last second, causing the arrow to go off aim and fly by a few others, before hitting a wall. However, as it exploded, it took down another Sentinel.
It was almost sad - it was a training simulation and she was finally actually able to make some slight progress against a threat.
...Why were you feeling depressed Guina, what's wrong? And I'm on my way down there... came his response. The Sentinels still weren't able to grab a hold of Guin for some reason.
I don't wanna talk about it. She sent off another arrow, slamming into the Sentinel and it exploded. It would have been a happy moment, had it not been for the chain reaction it set off. Five other Sentinels exploded and the debris went everywhere, some of it landing on Guin and forcing her to the ground. Her leg was pinned and she couldn't move. "Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck!"
New Player Entering, Quicksilver, a computerized voice said loudly, and Pietro raced over to Guin. Clearly even without his speed, Pietro had some strength, and easily was able to move the metal off of her. "You alright Guina?" he asked.
"I-I'm fine..." she said, getting up. She took out her last bomb arrow that she had on her, hitting the Sentinel dead on. She then swore as it caused yet another reaction, debris coming at her and if it hadn't been for the speedster, she would have been crushed. "...I can't do anything right..." she mumbled sadly, looking like she was about to cry.
"Hey, it's okay Guina, you are doing great!"
"Oh yeah? I bet Logan disagrees with you."
"Not sure, he's over there decapitating a lot of Sentinels, pretty sure he isn't paying much attention to what the hell you are doing over here."
It would have been really helpful had Logan been around when O.M.E.N. attacked, Guin realized. Maybe Muscles would have still been alive. She bit her lip again, notching an acid arrow and she let it fly. It hit a Sentinel, slowly melting it and Guin was still shaking a bit, her eyes watery. "I-I suck at this..."
"You are doing a great job Guina, don't you dare tell yourself otherwise!"
"I-I can't even use my powers against these things..." she then mumbled. Pietro's pep talk was cheering her up slightly and her hands had stopped shaking. However, she still looked pretty pale and tired, having the occasional flash of Muscles dead on the ground at the O.M.E.N. facility enter her mind. Her breathing was irregular as well. She drew another acid arrow, her fingers feeling numb as she gripped it. Once released, it melted another Sentinel.
"So? It doesn't matter Guina... Powers can only get you so far, it is up to you to make the most of what you've got."
Guin nodded a bit, ignoring the Sentinels for a moment and she gave Pietro a tight hug, resting her head on his chest since she was basically a foot shorter than him. He was already making her feel better. She shut her eyes for a moment and started to shake again, seeing the image of the battered corpse of the speedster again. "...You're the best, Silver Balls."
"So, let's see about taking these things out yeah?" he said with a smile.
"Okay," Guin said softly. "I'm almost out of the cheap arrows...Don't really want to use the adamantium tipped ones..."
"Don't worry, we shouldn't have too much difficulty with them..."
She hesitated, debating telling him that she kept having waking nightmares about Muscles. Instead, she just nodded again, grabbing a flash arrow. It was essentially a glorified firework on the end of an arrow. She let it loose, managing to take a few down.
Pietro smiled at her, before he phased through one or two or them, ripping them apart, and Wolverine took the remaining ones out rather easily. "Danger, end the program," Wolverine said simply as the projections disappeared and he left the room.
Guin collapsed the bow so that way it was more portable and then tucked it back over her shoulder. Something about what Wolverine had said specifically caught her attention and she glanced around the room for a moment, touching one of the wall panels. Her mind was going a million miles a second for that brief pause before she turned back to Pietro. "...Sorry for wasting your time..."
"Don't worry... Helping you out for any reason isn't a waste of time to me..."
She smiled a bit at that, drying her eyes. She really hoped Beast and Wolverine wouldn't tell anyone she was basically crying over her boyfriend being really sweet to her. "You're way too nice to me, Piet."
"I don't think I am," he said, still smiling at her.
Dean Kesseli
Location: First Floor - Staircase -> Formal Sitting Room
Skills: N/A
Dean got all the way down the staircase, glancing around for a moment and he didn't see anyone. The public telephone was available, something that was always a plus - but in this day and age, everyone had cell phones anyways so he didn't see much point to it. Maybe Xavier just kept forgetting to remove it from the plans each time the Mansion was rebuilt? It was one logical explanation for it, at least. He figured that he'd maybe check to see if anyone he knew was in the sitting room or the library - hopefully avoiding Ayita in the process - and he walked forward.
Eventually, he came upon Carolina, Mira, and Annie. He grinned, seeing them. He considered Annie and Carolina to be friends - maybe he felt a little more for Carolina - and it was definitely nice to see them. It was then that an idea popped into his head, hearing them talking about maybe getting pizza or something. "Hey you guys - do you want to go make ice cream floats in the kitchen?" he asked, hoping to spend some time with them. "I don't think Quicksilver drank all of the good soda this time, so it might be fun."
He then waved a bit awkwardly at Carolina. "Oh and we could order take out for dinner too, if you guys are hungry?" He knew that a few places delivered to the Mansion - after assurances that nothing dangerous was going on there at the moment, of course.
"Oh, yeah, Mira, that was legit super cool!" Dean exclaimed, grinning at her. "THE Storm?! What a day man, what a day."
Neil Spellman
Location: Library - Ground Floor
Skills: N/A
Neil really wished that he could have just spontaneously combusted when Sara told Quicksilver that they were making out. It was almost worse than her suggestion that he show off his art work to people. Neil loved to draw, but he never let anyone see his drawings. Sara spotting the drawing he had done had been an accident - a mistake that he hoped would never happen again before he died. Though if she found out the pig was supposed to be her, Neil was pretty certain Sara would kill him anyways.
He wished that Quicksilver hadn't left. "Um so... Those two are gross, right?" Neil mumbled. He didn't do very well talking to Sara. He figured though that it would be easy to score points by demonstrating an understanding of how annoying cute Guin and Pietro were with each other. He was pretty surprised they hadn't had a pregnancy scare or twenty with how they behaved, too. Or maybe they did and just didn't tell anyone?
"B-but on the art show thing... I'd love to hear you sing... Just... not sure I'm comfortable showing off my art..." He had turned slightly pink.
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