Llavi De La Rosa
Llavi donned the jacket of his X-Men training gear, the tight yet flexible and deceptively sturdy material fitted to his form. A quick stretch and shake completed his ritual of getting into gear before he made his way with the remaining students into the Danger Room. The cavernous display of human marvel and innovation--or more accurately and importantly,
mutant marvel and innovation-- never ceased to catch a tinge of Llavi's breath on first glance. His imagination would have never led him to such reaches, and he appreciated the technological beauty for all it was.
Hell, he loved everything about the Danger Room. The complete exertion of mind and body, the progression and finesse it helped develop. It was truly a wonderful experience.
Except for the team pairings.
Llavi held a slight clench to his jaw during any pairing. This is where it got awkward a lot of the time. For the most part, he didn't care who he was paired with, so long as they performed well. But Llavi hadn't had the pleasure (or displeasure) of working with either before. He knew of Luke's strategic strengths so wasn't overly displeased. However, it was like they were one night lovers on the morning after, the three of standing at an arm's length with cut eyes. Llavi rolled his eyes and took a few quick steps toward Luke, closing the gap until he was rather close.
"I can assure you, I do not smell bad," Llavi told him as they entered their simulation room.
He looked over at Darren, raising an eyebrow at the fellow. He hadn't necessarily interacted with the male much since his initial impression of him. That and a rumor of Llavi somehow being the reason the boy had stuck himself to a wall had turned Llavi off to him for the most part. "And I will try not to stick you to anything, yeah?"
As the room changed around him, Llavi addressed Luke again. "I have ideas, but I think maybe you should hold the reigns. You've been here and trained for a few years more. If you can devise a way to take his attention from where he is stepping and get him close, I can come in." As he spoke, he concentrated briefly activating his ability. The warmth in his stomach grew as his powers began to spread through his system.
"And 'first things first,' my Ichor will do more than slow him down. I plan to to halt him."
"Try not to get too grossed out," he warned. He knew he would have to put in a sizable amount of effort, thank Oya for the breakfast. Best to get it flowing now. His hands jutted out, the now present feeling of flowing blood was met with the presence of a heavier substance now flowing through his veins to his Hot Spots. Other recruits typically wore gloves but not Llavi due to the nature of his powers. His vision darkened as the Ichor,
Oya's Blood, welled from his right eye and down his cheek. His hands darkened as he pooled the Ihcor and built it up inside of him.