RumikoOhara

Minions Of The One True Goddess Of Chaos

Angie

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Angela Charles

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Name: Angela Charles

Nicknames/Aliases: Viento blanco (White Wind Spanish), Vento branco (White Wind Portuguese), Angie, Angel, and Whitey

Code Name: Zephyr

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Physical Description:

• Height: 5’ 5”
• Weight: 109 pounds
• Eyes: Green
• Hair: White
• Body: Slender

Angie is a pretty young woman who wears an Innocent smile even in the tightest situation. Her build isn’t muscled but is toned like that of a dancer and she moves with a simple grace that is natural to her.

She loves to dress in cute and eye catching clothing and though she has the money to dress expensively she doesn’t knowing that it would affect how people view her so her clothing is purchased at a midlevel expense.

Her clothing and makeup are chosen to lend her a first impression that is both sexy and innocent a style her dad taught her so that she appeared wholesome.

Mutation: Air manipulation and creation
Trained by her father and her own experiments Angie is able to fly at 500 mph while protected by an airshield against the slipstream which she can expand out to 5 feet from herself to contain and protect herself and as many people as can fit within it. Her airshield is capable of blocking projectile weapons and protecting those within from harm.

She can lift up to 1,000 pounds safely without harming it or them but her tornadoes though small are registered as Class-5 level and can flip objects as large as tanker trucks or rip all but reinforced structures apart.

In enclosed spaces Angie's ability to create air can rapidly increase the pressure as high as 20 atmospheres blowing out windows and doors.

Personality: Angela Has never known a normal life having been born into a crime family and trained from an early age to be a criminal so the idea of earning a living the usual way alien to her; why work when you can take what you want.

She distrusts authority whether criminal or cop knowing they have power and they use it for the accumulation of more and more not caring who they hurt and because of this she has developed a joy in over turning their apple carts wherever and whenever she can. Though she’ll never kill them she’ll gladly hurt them, put them in embarrassing positions, or interfere in their work.

Background: Angela Charles comes from a family that never exactly embraced wholesome Family values. Her Great-Great was Arlo Charles an Outlaw hung for a failed bank Robbery and the killing of at least 30 men foul or fair. Her Great grandfather worked for the Boston Irish mob during prohibition and disappeared likely into some shallow grave during the 50s. Her Grandfather a hit man who worked for the Maggia who died of Cancer in the 70s then there was her dad an all around opportunist who dabbled in Cons, Burglary, and Smuggling. He started Angela young taking her on jobs with him when she was as young as 8 years old; a small girl can fit through spaces too small for a grown man and in his grifting schemes she was a priceless asset.

Then at 11 years old Angela discovered she was a mutant with the power to control the air around her and her fathers scheme took on a whole new level of risk. No longer did they need to scale walls once she’d learned to fly them both up to the roof where there were always less security systems to bypass. They could carry more loot and make fast getaways; hard to catch a target that can fly as fast as 500 mph.

Everything was perfect, Angela’s dad was more dotting on her and showed pride in her so she was in heaven until one day they were caught in a trap. They tried to get away but the security had been tipped off and had prepared for them. They opened fire and Angela’s powers protected her but she was too slow to save her dad and he was hit several times.

Pushed by an energy rush Angela managed to escape with the body of her father and where she buried him no one but she knows. Then filled with a cold fury she looked for answers and knowing they were set up started looking for answers which culminated with her attacking the residence of the man who’d hired them which she demolished with tornadoes and wind blasts after which she flew off allowing the cops to come in and sweep up the boss and his henchmen which she’d left alive; she was 15 years old.

She flew off towards South America where she continued her criminal career preying on the best sources of treasure the cartels.

Captured by the X-men she was convinced to try a new life and vetted by them before being given a ticket to the Randolph Institute agreeing to at least give it a try

Awakening: Angie was an early bloomer her mutation appearing at age 11 which she showed he dad who quickly saw his little girl’s use in the family business take a huge step in possibility.

He used his connections in the underworld to find out everything there was to know about mutants and the training of their powers then moved their safehouse to the deserts of the west living out of a large Motorhome.

Like her training as a Thief and Grifter he was a demanding but patient instructor knowing her as he did so she quickly developed to the level where she could be used in their work. Soon she was performing in a manner that made them the most effective secondstory team out there.

Color claim

Across the Continuum

@RumikoOhara

So I'm getting a Quantum Leap Vibe. Emily hops into a universe, the power putting her close by to someone that is not only in need (Second chance) but her age (17-21), and will have a positive disposition to her (emanates affection for Emily)

The setting of the universe can vary greatly.

@ShwiggityShwah

Its not Quantum Leap but Sliders, Emily is a good person so she will help people who need her help but its not actually required she like Quinn Mallory is trapped in a search of the Continuum with no support at least in the beginning.

She doesn't know how it works, she can't get rid of it and she can't stop it from flipping her from one reality to the next like a whim. In this Emily is the rally point and her companions can get off the ride by steering clear of her when the Siege shows signs it will soon steal her away.

I want my partners to tell me what they'd like to see

Across the Continuum

I might be missing something but what is the partner's role in this story? Are they the narrator for emily or that 'M Siege' thing mentioned? And what is it exactly, a power attached to her shield? I'm trying to wrap my head around it.

@ShwiggityShwah

Great questions

Emily is the only one that can't get off the ride, she's trapped slipping from continuum to continuum

The partner would be under the control of the player and what they see their role as anything they can come up with

You can re-imagine that character you play

Nightcrawler became the Warlord of Mars



marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Siege_…

Others have gone through it as well

I know this needs work; I was hoping for input so that my partner didn't feel confined

As for the Siege I decided this one has sort of attached itself to her shield

Across the Continuum

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Emily

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Across the Continuum is a bit like the old scifi Sliders and Teen Titans combined
It all started with a beautiful blonde as do all Epic Myths this side of the world.
Emily Rodgers was called by her Uncle Nick (No relation) Fury as a cadet agent because he and SHIELD was swamped in securing a lot of Alien tech the Avengers and Xmen had left strewn across half the Tristate area. The teams were down and she was well a hero of last resort

The Mission caught a strange caravan of AIM (Applied Idea Mechanics) trying to move treasures they'd stole, captured, found, or made to a safer location
AIM an organization of intelligent criminals weren't caught completely surprised or unable to put up a resistance against even Emily and fought back
Emily and her shield managed to turn the battle but in the end her unit was down to 45% but everyone was breathing Victory all but a fat lady's warm up away was soured when one of the armored sky cars that had gone down began to glow and hum.
Emily judged the situation to be bad and ordered a bugout for one and all as she charged the smoldering craft
She was hoping she might understand or be close enough to be talked through any procedure to take care of the source of energy that made her hair stand up as she got closer.
What she saw when she got there was an odd chrome sphere that was smiling at her as it hovered over and odd case that lay open under it covered in strange runes reminding of her arcane powers study that taught her that magic was real. Logic said that it couldn't hurt to get it back in the box and close the thing back up and see if it quiets down but while she pondered logic and action in that half second the smiling sphere swallowed her left wrist and was invading her collapsed shields structure.
Then Blink and the Blonde and all the things within 20 feet were swallowed up by the energy now contained in Emily's shield

She appeared in a more primitive North America around the same level of tech as the 17th century except they had an advanced understating of medicine but her shield's inboard computer confirmed was the same stellar cycle she'd left. There she met a different society of humanity their medical advancement caused by a world wide plague. They were the 6th generation since that horror's end but passing through it made humanity more tolerant so the finding of the native North Americans was going much nicer than her former world

Her second journey was to an Earth of the future one that had experienced a surge of the talented and used their abilities to enforce a one world government where to Rule you had to have powers. She was accepted quickly by the rulers of Earth 2 as Emily called it and they had been all smiles till she discovered why, they wanted her body. They had discovered in her blood something they couldn't reproduce, the serum and that they had run models on her genetic code and discovered she could increase the number of Primary Elementals (Superman, Magneto, Hulk) by the number of children she could have in her lifespan.
She skedaddled out of there as soon as she could get the rather uncooperative energy entity that had settled into her shield to open another gate
Presently on Earth 11, your Earth Emily tries to enjoy life while discreetly researching what the hell is in her shield and how can she get home or even if
That's where the story starts and it can be in a DC world, Marvel world, or of your imagining

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The siege is one of those objects that has its true origins hidden in rumor and objects that are similar to it and deserving of the title. All these devices share one common ability and that is to create a bridge across the Continuum connecting know and unknown alternate realities.

This particular Siege Perilous we will call the M Siege showing its connections to Emily.

The M Siege has been partly explained to Emily and this is what she knows.

1: This Siege has a spirit and it emanates affection for Emily and means her no harm.
2: This Siege is able to alter those that pass through it but choses to make everyone Emily”s age or near it (17-21)
3: This Siege is a Second Chance Siege and is attracted to people who regret their lives and exists to grant second chances.
4: This Siege wants to be with Emily but gives no reason why and to accomplish its goal the device will gate from wherever it is to her left wrist

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This is all adaptable and open for suggestions and input

Gifted Tempest

Wendy Wethers
Location Unknown
The Facility

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Wendy was so hungry she cooperated with her captors dressing in the plain stiff white scrubs amusing herself with the idea that somewhere there was a procedural book that required all scrubs to be stiff and of a paperlike consistency.

Once dressed she looked over her cell for that was the only conclusion she could come up with to describe it as it reminded her of a minimum security prison or state run mental institution. It was typical bureaucratic thinking at its best with little consideration how the tight budgeted sterile appearance could cause negative emotional states. Everything was white and white was cold, and bland making the emotional state of isolation even stronger; white was an empty color that magnified any stain. Then there was the total lack of other sensory input such as music, a tv on somewhere or people talking the effect like white magnifying the mechanical sounds of the institutional setting making her want to scream just to disturb it.

”Ms Wethers your door is open please exit and take a left and you will arrive in 150 feet at the cafeteria” said the voice that had roused her earlier and told her to dress.

She thought about a display of defiance for several minutes but in the end her empty stomach won out over the thought of going on a hunger strike so she exited and headed towards food and potential human contact.

The voice had told her the truth because in 150 feet the hallway opened into a large and bland white cafeteria in which she saw confused and distressed fellow human beings. Some looked as if they had been crying, others angry but frustration was the primary emotional expression coupled with anger.

Sighing Wendy grabbed a tray and walked it down a depressing selection of institutional choices happy for once that her hunger could digest any offering so long as it filled the empty space that threatened to burn her to cinders. Then once she’d collected a small mound of things selected for their high calories count rather than palatability she found herself a seat and began to eat like a shipwreck victim just pulled aboard a rescue vessel after a week or two spent in privation.

Some of those nearby watched as she surrendered any pretense of civility consuming her selections so quickly she could almost ignore how right she’d been in accessing the potential flavor and textures. Then as she was finishing a mousy looking woman perhaps five foot one inch moved to the seat across from her.

”Wow that was sure a lot of food, guess you don’t have to watch your figure; if I’d eaten….” said the small woman only ceasing when Wendy held up a silencing hand.

”Hello I am Wendy, Wendy Wethers and you are?” said Wendy fixing the small woman with a smile.

It took the woman about 30 seconds to answer her voice toned by amused confusion.

”Amelia, Amelia Simpson”

”Lovely to meet you please call me Wendy and may I call you Amelia rather than stand on any formalities?” she said with an engaging smile that had won her friends and employment.

”Sure Wendy, I’d like that.” giggled Amelia before pursing her lips in obvious pause before continuing. ”So do you always eat like that?”

”Only when I’m hungry and the selection is as limited as this institution and you are an unwilling prisoner; it is best to keep the body fueled to take advantage of opportunity or simple survival.

If your question is about volume I have had such a healthy appetite since my cancer went into remission.” answered Wendy as she studied Amelia.

”If I ate like that I’d be wider than I am tall?” giggled the small woman

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An Interesting education

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Amelia proved to be an good source of information who also didn’t mind talking while Wendy had desert. Then more chatting after she finished a pudding.

From her she learned that Amelia could present a good observational picture of her surrounding, facility rules, the fact that the staff rarely appeared, there had been deaths and the rumors pro and con the staff was the cause or trying to help people survive whatever they were going through.

Once they had chatted for a bit and Amelia’s conversation become personal give and take; small talk and Wendy didn’t have time, she needed to confirm her status as either Quarantine, Detainee, or Test Subject. The first choice was victim of something random as that was mindless random effect; the later two were intelligent and therefore nefarious. In the case of nefarious intentions Detainee was her first choice because the later might mean going back to being halfway dead to satisfy or prove some theory or develop a biotech weapon.

It was time to pick the brains of everyone Amelia knew or that they met as they patrolled the corridors careful of the rules and idea the staff watched everything and heard everything. She made sure their actions also displayed only curiosity in her part and not a thirst of Leadership which she knew would focus even more attention on them.

She kept her responses to neutral and giving way when pressed by her conversation partner showing submission rather than agreement no matter her own feelings on the matter as she worked on a proper picture of her situation. She didn’t let her own questions stray far from what was observable, she let whoever they bumped into speak after she'd said hello or Amelia introduced her.

X-Men: The New Era

@Almalthia@ShieldsOfWar

Considering this is a school setting thought I'd share something from one of my source books that is about a Hero school

“REMEMBER, CLASS — TEST TOMORROW”

Rowan and her staff of instructors use the Testing Room (page 58) for more than everyday training exercises — they also use it to give exams to their students. The “exam scenarios” are designed to test what the students have learned over the course of their studies. Ravenswood uses some as exams for particular courses year after year (with slight changes, of course, to improve the scenario, better test a particular class’s strengths and weaknesses, and prevent cheating). These scenarios have gained a reputation among the students, both current and former, and have become a sort of rite of initiation — no superpowered teen is considered a “true” Ravenswood student until he’s been through Freshman Orientation, and no Ravenswood student is considered a “true” Ravenswood graduate until he’s had his butt kicked in the Damocles Scenario. The students have nicknamed the scenarios, and hand down these nicknames from class to class. Throughout the remainder of this chapter, you’ll find Remember, Class — Test Tomorrow text boxes that describe the exams in broad terms. A GM can use these as plot seeds for quick one-night game sessions and the like.

Freshman Orientation: Rowan always gives the same lecture to incoming students, and she holds the lecture in the Testing Room. (Of course, the new students are [mostly] unaware of the Testing Room’s true purpose at that point.) The lecture is especially boring — she drones on... and on... and on... about the responsibilities of a superhero, the difficulties of being a masked crime fighter, and the importance of studying hard until the students have difficulty keeping their eyes open. Then comes the attack. It usually involves Dr. Destroyer, Mechanon, or some other infamous and supremely powerful supervillain bursting through the wall and threatening to kill everyone in the room. Rowan gives the students enough time to react before commanding PLATO to stop the scenario. The purpose of Freshman Orientation is to allow Rowan to get a handle on the new students’ instincts — when faced with the situation, do they freeze, jump immediately to the attack, stop to reason out the situation, or chose some other course of action?

The MCPD Blues: The MCPD Blues is a series of exams for the course sequence Superheroes, Law Enforcement, and the Law. Th e class teaches students about the justice system, law enforcement, and how best to guarantee a guilty verdict. In these scenarios the students are stripped of their superpowers and “roleplay” police officers on duty in Millennium City. They take the roles of uniformed officers, detectives, and in the fourth year sequence attorneys trying the case. They must stop supervillain crime, practice crowd control during superpowered battles, and do detective work into supervillainous activity without recourse to their powers. The main goal of the exams is to provide the students with a better understanding of what it’s like to be a member of traditional law enforcement.

We Come In Peace: The final exam for the lecture series Other Species Cultures, We Come In Peace involves the students being thrown into a tense situation involving an alien species they know nothing about. The situation ranges from being caught at the outbreak of intergalactic war, to a planet’s star just hours from going supernova, to being revered as gods by a primitive species being wiped out by a plague. Most students hate this scenario mainly because there’s never a right or wrong answer; instead a lengthy “debriefing” session follows the scenario’s conclusion and each student is required to justify the decisions the group made.

Help, Mr. Wizard!: This series of exams is for Secret History I and II. The students are placed in the past and future and tested on their understanding of the times and cultures. Environments range from the Valdorian Age (a time of flashing swords and dark sorcery) and the Atlantean Age (a golden era of high magic) to World War II, when American superheroes fought Nazi superpowered ubermensch, to the far future when even the lowliest citizen possesses technology that would make him a superhero in the modern day. Doctors Hildreth and Post program the scenarios, and their memories of those places and times are something less than consistent — a situation only made worse because of the many alternate dimensions they visited while lost in time.

Game Night: Like cadets at a military academy, the students study famous past battles between superheroes and villains — Mechanon’s first appearance, the Class of ’92’s infiltration of Dr. Destroyer’s base, the “Martian” invasion of 1938, and so on. Game Night is a series of pop quizzes where Rowan programs one of these battles into the Testing Room, and the students take the role of the superheroes. Rowan doesn’t give the students any advanced warning about what they’ll face, but if the students have been paying attention, they should quickly recognize the scenario for what it is and what they must do. If they haven’t, the scenario usually ends badly for them. And on one or two famous occasions, the students have done better than the original superheroes (at least, in the minds of the students).

Superhero Cribs: In Superhero Operation Centers, an extracurricular series of seminars for upperclassmen, the participants work together (or more often fight it out) to build a superhero base and then staff it, selecting the staff from a group of pregenerated “applicants.” Once the students have made their choices, the Testing Room then produces a hologram of the base, and over the course of the semester, the students must deal with crises that arise because of their decisions. These include housing refugees who lost their homes during a titanic supervillain crisis, to dealing with interpersonal conflict between staff members, to an AI gone rogue (PLATO’s favorite crisis, since he gets to roleplay the part of the rogue AI). The final test is a supervillain assault on the base.

My Enemy, My Self: Like Game Night, Rowan uses this scenario as a pop quiz. It involves the students fighting doubles of themselves — but not just exact doubles. Rowan always has in mind ways and directions for a student to develop his powers, and as an object lesson, she programs the Testing Room to give the doubles these potential powers. That way the student can see — and oftentimes, feel — first-hand what Rowan has described to him. The students hate it — in their minds, it’s like Rowan’s telling them, “I told you so” — and nothing makes a student happier than easily defeating his double. To him, it’s proof he’s doing just fine with his powers.

Pimp My Super-Ride: A second extracurricular lecture series, similar to Superhero Operation Centers, is Superhero Transportation. This is only an eight-week series, and it involves creating a super vehicle and testing it in battle and other hostile conditions. It starts with ground-based vehicles and then moves on to watercraft , atmospheric flight, and finally starships. Two weeks are dedicated to each type of vehicle — one week for initial design and testing, the second week to improve the initial design and test it again. Students learn not only how to design a vehicle (roughly speaking — it’s not advanced engineering), but how to pilot/drive various types of vehicles and deal with a variety of environments.With only two weeks devoted to each type of vehicle, the survey is short,and PLATO provides considerable assistance with much of the actual driving or piloting, so most students don’t have time to master all the ins and outs of handling the various types of vehicles, but a few students do gain considerable skill. In game terms, Pimp My Super-Ride doesn’t automatically give a student Combat Driving, Combat Piloting, Mechanics, and the various TFs — the seminars just give him a general knowledge about how the vehicles work and how to operate them — but after completing the course, a player can chose to purchase those Skills for his PC if he wishes. Although Superhero Cribs has a reputation for being a bit dull — mostly because of the scenarios dealing with what are essentially interoffice politics — few students pass up a chance to take Pimp My Super-Ride. Driver’s Education is a prerequisite for this lecture series.

The Damocles Scenario: The final exam a student takes is the Damocles Scenario. No graduate will say anything about the scenario except that it’s impossible to win. The scenario is entirely voluntary, although peer pressure is high to participate and most students are intensely curious about Damocles after four years of hearing about it. The Damocles Scenario can not only be humbling, but emotional traumatic, and Rowan has been known to forbid some students from participating. Rumor has it that only Night Marshall II (Class of ’94; see page 49) has won the scenario. Whenever a student mentions this, however, Rowan shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

X-Men: The New Era

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Why Me?

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Api’s Fight Theme
Till I Collapse

Api didn’t know what alerted him but he knew something was off, maybe it was a sound, the hunted feeling one gets when watched, or even a disturbance of the force but for whatever reason he knew remaining stationary was dangerous.

Even he was stunned by how quickly he flew off the Danger Room floor almost smashing into the ceiling only his flight field saving him by rolling back at him from the hardened surface. As he flew the air around him was ripped by energy bolts seeking to drop him to the floor where he was sure he would be assaulted and possibly injured none of these things to his liking.

He reacted as he had on the cliff face and at sea his mind empty of all thought of how to control his ability acting on instinct and willpower. He made a null stop that were he not immune to the forces of gravity would have grayed him out his next maneuver knocking him out cold as he accelerated in the close confines towards the floor at 6 Gs of acceleration.

His inner wolf was in ecstasy as the adrenalin he’d road earlier snapped back up pushing him to higher levels. Had he been a Baseline human and not a mutant his reactions to the fight or flight chemicals would have granted him more strength, more speed, and increased endorphins but as a mutant it also increased whatever mental state it was that drove his power.

He was suddenly aware of the mass of every object in the danger room as a type of sight he was not aware of opened in his mind giving him a chance. The wolf warned him that these foes had weapons that used energy rather than kinetic mass and his defences against such lacking. He knew it was going to be difficult and his only real defense lay in attack and maneuver so he applied his new found ability to sense mass to provide a mental map of the room designating his adversaries as secondary.

He used the room obstacles as cover as he used his regular senses to track his enemies making sure they found only the solid surfaces to spend their attacks on as his agile mind worked on a counter attack.

He was a bird trapped in a cage with a hungry ferret in this dam room; had this been outside his defence would have been a fast withdrawal. He crushed the self pity and went on the attack using the only thing he could think of; he reversed and increased gravity sending everything at the ceiling as if they’d all fallen the same 4 to 8 meters depending where they stood before his attack smashing nearly half of them. He was surprised when some had been able to flip midair and land on their feet upside down and fire at him.

One of the bolts hit home staggering Api so that his effect on gravity was ceased causing the aliens to fall back to the floor as he tried to recover and smashed into the floor himself.

He barely had time to react when one of the alien/bots rushed at him forcing him to zero it out and fling it sideways at the far wall.

Api didn’t have time to gloat as the three remaining alien/bots rushed his position firing rapidly to prevent his focusing on any one of them as he dodged their fire till his new mass sense told him he had been backed to the wall and his maneuvering room cut down to maybe 30 percent. He tried to send the closest adversary at on of the others but was stunned to see it flip as it left the ground using rotational forces to alter its trajectory as the target went into a squatted firing stance and the energy of its weapon pummeled Api sending him into the wall.

The last two were just about to fire when anger and rage boiled over in Api’s heart and the gravity around him increased to 20 times causing the attackers to increase their mass to 3922660 newtons or 4,000 kilos just before the combination of energy and exertion made him lose consciousness.

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

Not sure but I think @soren wants to keep it at that level

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

@Eneui

Glad to see you

X-Men: The New Era

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Why Me?

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Api’s Fight Theme
Till I Collapse

Api took his position in the center of the Danger Room allowing the powerful pulse of the American rap music to draw from his core the ber-serkr; what he pictured as the dark shadow of his heart. His humanity flowed away as he allowed all the anger and violence he normally held in check to surface, to take control but not run wild.

Around him the Danger Room created adversaries that dropped from the ceiling or grew from the floor their stances displaying their sinister intent, their melee weapons held with deadly intention. Then without warning they attacked. Spears thrust into the space he occupied and found only air as he vaulted upwards his gravitic control and gymnastics combining with seamless ease.

Hammers were thrown only to fall short as they passed through a wall of expanding gravities perhaps 4 or 5 times they normal as did arrows fired from 3 of his foes. Api spun like a top stopping 3 meters of the Danger Room floor his arms flying out at 90 degrees from his shoulders as he altered the gravity plane to the horizontal rather than its normal vertical orientation. The effect was was violent and immediate as his adversaries caught off balance suddenly fell sideways some flying into the walls at terminal velocity their robotic forms breaking apart. Without pause Api snarled as he zeroed two of the warrior bots and placed 8 times normal gravity attraction points at the center of two more making the zeroed deadly projectiles.

His blood was boiling so much as he finished off his deadly sport that when he looked around and saw no more targets he threw his head back and roared as he flipped gravity on its head in the room sending the already damaged and destroyed bots hurtling into the ceiling.

He stopped his rage crossing his arms over his chest and taking a cleansing breath as bot parts rained around him then there was silence.

He stood amid his work like a statue for perhaps 2 minutes before he exhaled pushing the anger back into its proper place within his soul.

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Why I am Here

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”Why do I feel on fire?” he asked himself as he looked around shocked that his rage released was as brutal as the legends of the Bear Shirts.

”I did this barely controling my Wolf’s heart, I’m glad they are only machines” he said to himself knowing that he didn’t see the broken toys as machine as he smashed them. To Api they were Saxons or Gauls as he’d been killing them and the felling of each an emotional release that the civilized he knew had felt so real at the time.

So he decided to meditate on it as the rooms cleaning systems swept the remains into the sub basement’s recyclers so they could be restored for the next exercise.