12435/Highway to the Danger-Zone

Highway to the Danger-Zone
Date of Scene:	10 November 2020
Location:	Danger Room - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Sabretooth crosses paths with the Weather Witch and sparks fly.
Cast of Characters:	Storm, Sabretooth

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Storm has posed:
    Storm was in the middle of the scenario of her own design. With the number of enemies that they faced, it did not do to become lax in one's talents. Currently, the Weather Witch was standing in Times Square amidst an apocalyptic storm. A Sentinel stepped into view and she could hear it's robotic voice demanding her compliance.

    Storm lifted up off the wet pavement with her arms stretched outwards. Lightning wwas too wild for the tight fit. Instead, she brought her hands together and held them as if she were holding a softball. The Sentinel staggered as metal began to collapse and dent inwards. Her fingers tightening as she continued to increase the atmospheric pressure around it's head and torso.

    She did not see the other Sentinel flanking her right and raising it's hand.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor Creed did not have full access to the controls of the Danger Room just yet, but he was able to go into the Command Center to watch what was going on. Maybe learn a little bit about his "teammates" as it were and perhaps fit in a bit better. He had not really seen Storm in action yet, and he was watching. His particular skill set tended to veer towards the clandestine and when a certain level of violence was called for. His thoughts on Storm was that she was more the public face or Xavier's poster child as she had the air about her of a queen or goddess. Still he takes the time to watch the goings on in the Control Room. He has his feet up on the desk and leans forward to click the microphone.

"9 o'clock, Storm," comes the gruff voice over the speakers booming into the room.

Storm has posed:
    She whirled to her 9 when the voice came over. She was highly trained, that much was certain. Ororo may well be a face for the team or even a poster child, but it was quite clear that she was not someone to be idly trifled with.

    White hair whipping around her as eye glowing a harsh white glared at the sentinel. It had stepped away from the buildings and more into the open. It took only the hand laser to glow before several bolts of lightning tore the thing to shreds and ionizing the air.

    Turning her head to regard the crushed remains before she let her feet touch the ground once more. "Pause simulation." SHe didn't recognize the voice due to the distortion and simply assumed it was Logan. Only he had that growling edge to his voice. "I appreciated the warning." Letting out a breath as she shook her head, "I had hoped not to use lightning."

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Never any sense to hold back," came that distorted rough voice. "Get into a fight, use everything in the arsenal, I say. Put 'em down hard and fast." There is a slight chuckle over the intercom which now echos into the frozen simulation. "Think I might have even read that in a book somewhere." Victor's finger plays over the switch that will reval the Command Center to the Danger Room, but hasn't quite flipped it yet. "Go again then?"

Storm has posed:
    Without the storm and the simulated audio, she heard the voice better but it was still distorted. She'd heard the advice that had been given to Victor Creed about watching them in action to better understand a way to fit in? She'd been avoiding the Danger Room. Excuses as flimsy as some of the answers her students gave.

    "No, that won't be necessary." Letting out a gusting breath as she gave the command to change scenes to the fighting rooms. Quite like a dojo, in truth. Storm reached up and pulled her hair back and tied it into place as her outfit changed to that of loose work out pants and a white t-shirt that hugged some of her frame. "My session is almost over."

Sabretooth has posed:
    The voice falls silent from the Control Room without it ever appearing. It is a few moments later when a door opens into the fighting room. With a slight duck of his head in walks Victor Creed. He towers over where Logan would be standing as he closes the door with a slight push of his foot behind him. He is wearing a black tshirt and blue jeans although the ends of the legs are somewhat frayed. He wears no shoes, either from the fighting rooms apparent style or just that he likes flex the claws on his feet too. He leans back and crosses his arms across his chest as the door closes. "Really took it to those imaginary robots, didn't you?" he says with a chuckle watching her from across the room.

Storm has posed:
    Storm was stretching out her arms when the door opened. Turning and expecting to see Logan but her expression suddenly closed off when she saw it certainly was not her friend. Anxiety spiked her scent, but he'd never had guessed without it. She'd never been close enough for her scent to really register. She smelled like the forest after a rainstorm with a tickling of ionized air. Warm vanilla and coffee beans.

    She continued her stretch, acting as if to ignore him. Though he might find some amusement in the fact that she doesn't let him out of her line of sight. "They are hardly imaginary." Ro did not engage the safety protocols when she was in the Danger Room, her simuiations were among some of the hardest to win.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor does not approach letting her have her room as he stays back against the wall with his arms crossed. He does lift one hand to push his long blonde hair back out of his face and lets out a low, gutteral chuckle. "Tell yourself whatever you like, Frail. Maybe you can even get hurt by one, but we both know they don't exist in this room. You want to go against a couple? There is a manufacturing plant not far upstate. I've been there a couple times. Nothing better than actually being out there. First time I've ever had a training room like this one, and I still think I can hold my own."

Storm has posed:
    Storm frowned when he continued to simply be there. She was one of the few that spoke against Victor Creed being allowed to 'roam free', as it were. Though she had also acknowledged that caging him was wrong. It was clear as day that she was not entirely comfortable.

    His words struck a nerve and she stopped, turning to face him. Jaw flexing as she tempered her emotions. "You will refer to me as Storm or Ro, not Frail. As for the Sentinels, I have faced them enough times in reality that I do not need to prove my standard to you."

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor continues to smile a predator's grin even as he doesn't make a move. "Think I'll call you whatever I want just like I do with everyone else. You don't want to be a Frail..." He shrugs. "I'm sure it will happen at some point. THat I won't, but yeah, fighting imaginary Boogey Men isn't going to change my mind any time soon. THose things in here barely have a smell no matter how much Chuck's toys try to impress. They smell of oil. Of steel but not steel. They char the air and freeze it cold." He tilts his head slightly as he catches her scent. "You smell like lightning, but you don't smell of death like they do."

Storm has posed:
    Victor watched as with a single straightening of her posture, Ro became the embodiment of something dangerous. "Do not presume to compare me to others you have met." A beep suddenly took some of the wind from her sails and she looked away from him. Closing her eyes and breathing slowly. Where the beep came from or why? She wasn't explaining.

    "If you do not find the commodeties to your liking, I suggest you look elsewhere for your entertainment. His comment about her smelling like lightning but not death gave her pause. "Like who does?" The question out before she could smother it.

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Red," Victor responds without a pause. "She smells like death. The Runt wants to deep inside him, but he isn't nearly as dangerous as he likes to think he is." He cocks his head slightly at the sound of the beep, but doesn't ask as she doesn't explain. "Oh, the place is just fine. I'm just pointing out this Danger Room isn't the marvel you lot seem to think it is. Too sterile, but I can do a run or two if it makes the 'team' feel better about me on thier back. Most of you lot fail to see that you are my pack now. I may snarl and bite once in a while, but that is among the pack. Not out there," he says with a shift of his head in the direction of up and out of the building.

Storm has posed:
    "I see your talent lies in creative naming." Ro noted with a dry tone. She didn't like him smelling death on Jean, she'd endured watching her friend die to the vacuum of space because Storm couldn't maintain the atmosphere in space. Jean may have pleaded that it was an impossible task but to Ororo? It was failure. Failure that cost the life of her best friend.

    That Jean was with them again was a miracle that she was not going to question.

    "I do not require to see you 'in action'. I have seen the aftermath often enough to have an idea." Then he was talking about them being his Pack. It was not an alien concept to her. Nodding once and returning to her stretches. "It was not designed with enhanced senses in mind. It was developed around average human senses due to heightened senses being so rare. That is being corrected. It will never be real, but that is not the function or the intent. It is a place for Mutants like myself to be able to push the limits of our powers without consequences."

Sabretooth has posed:
    "And that's the rub....Frail." Victor chuckles as he adds the last word in there after a pause. "Should always be consequeces for what we do. You've seen my aftermath. Good. Everything that came after that was real too. One day, someone is going to take my head for all the things I have done. And I can live with those consequences."

Storm has posed:
    He called her frail again and he'd be able feel the static electricity in the air around him suddenly become alive. It was the feeling right before a lightning strike. Her eyes white when she turned to regard him. "Do not speak to me of consequences for my powers as I know them far better than you do. Call me Frail again and I will remind you that you, too, can suffer consequences for your choices."

    Yes, Ro was extremely dangerous and he was poking her, yet...her reactions were in contrast to her scent. He hadn't taken a single step towards her, yet she was still on edge. A delicate balance between fear and control that she was hanging onto. A few uncomfortable pops of sparks along his skin when another beep sounded and Storm scowled.

    How was it this man got under her skin so easily? Storm dropped down into a lotus position and closed her eyes. He'd be able to feel the charge slowly fade as the air relaxed.

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Wouldn't have it any other way," Victor looks down at his arms and watches the hairs shift and start to rise. He feels the crackle over his body building, but he doesn't squirm or react to it in any way. "You do what you have to do." He listens again at the sound of the beep letting the noise hang in the air a moment before fadding away. "Not keeping you from something, am I? Didn't mean to be blocking the door." He slid to oneside of the door with his back remaining against the wall. It was in the opposite direction of Ororo, but his eyes never really left her either.

Storm has posed:
    She was very tempted to simply light him up and leave him a smoldering pile in her wake. He would heal. Yet, she did not. "You are not keeping me, it is not an alarm. Not even the technology that we have can fully dampen my abilities. It is a weather alert." Even in the middle of a high stakes fight, Ororo had to keep calm. Perhaps some day there would be a means to dampen her power for short periods of time but it was not now.

    All of this said from her meditative position. "You are free to leave unless you wished for a sparring match? I could also program a scenario and run it for you." She sounded slightly detached.

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Some other time," VIctor says as he pushes himself away from the wall and turns towards the door. "Maybe I'll go play in the rain outside." He opens the door and is heading back out of the Danger Room as he calls back "Frail," one last time. The man likes to test the true boundary of what someone will do.

Storm has posed:
    She had warned him. He would feel electricity arcing along his frame, unescapable but brief and no where near as powerful as even a police taser. If Victor glanced back, he'd see Ororo still as she was, sitting Lotus with her eyes closed. A light smirk touching her lips.