12655/New Tricks for Old Cats!

New Tricks for Old Cats!
Date of Scene:	17 January 2021
Location:	Danger Room - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Megan and Jax do some training in the Danger Room
Cast of Characters:	Pixie, Jax Miller

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Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn was eager to get in some practice in the Danger Room, although with the threat of Neutro-X looming high, plus the return of classes in spite of it all, it meant trying to find a sparring partner was proving tricky. Let's just hope she can manage this session in her own...Without her mutant powers..

Megan gulls as she steps into the large, imposing training room, dressed in her black and gold Xmen dress. "I may have lost half my powers but.." she grins her teeth, fumbling at the controls, "I'm still an Xmen dammit!"

Jax Miller has posed:
    When you've come to see Jax about being your sparring partner, the bottom of the barrel has truly been scraped. Although, of course, there's no reason to assume the cat doesn't know how to handle himself. He's been a mutant all his life, has reflexes that make professional athletes look sluggish, and on top of that has a perfectly functional set of claws. Who wouldn't want him on their side in a scrap? And to top it off, he's one of those mutants that aside from being what he is, doesn't have any powers that need to be thought about. In short, when you're looking for a sparring partner that is always happy to oblige and won't accidentally punch you through a wall, Jax is a perfectly sensible choice. The error of this train of thought will become obvious very soon.

    But for now he follows Megan into the Danger Room, dressed in his work-out outfit which mainly consists of a loose sleeveless shirt, a loose pair of shorts and... well, that's it really, aside from the energy drinks and bottles of water. Plural. No bumblebees for him, no X-man outfit, no combat gear... he's a student, not a fighter.

    This is the first indication that he's not the ideal choice of sparring partner. Others are surely soon to follow.

    Placing the drinks by the door, he loosens up in typical feline fashion, by stretching out so far that his long and loose shirt briefly becomes a very short tank top. "Like my little league trainer used to say, you can do it if you put your mind to it. So... what are we doing?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn pauses, glancing around and smirks, "Oh, Heey..It's Jax, right? Soo, do you have much combat training? I mean, no offence if you do, guess I just dint know you that well." she had actually hoped for another training session with Betsy, but she'd been hard to find to begin with. Still, this might be interesting?

Jax Miller has posed:
    "Combat training?" Jax stands there for a moment, perplexed, and then breaks into one of his customary happy grins. Yup, that's a lot of teeth. "Oh yeah, years."

    Video games count as training, right?

    With a degree of confidence that is both typical and entirely misplaced, the cat mutant mimics a few moves he's seen in a movie. Granted, he makes them look good, mostly because he probably spent some time in front of a mirror practicing them, and partially because it's hard to make anything look bad when you're that confident and that flexible... So, possibly?

    "Yup, Jax is the name. I also answer to 'hey you!' and 'here kitty kitty'.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn chuckles and nods, "Jax. Right. I've seen you around before! I'm...Uh..." she hesitates, "Well I used to call myself Pixie but..Withiut my wings.." she shrugs, "Guess you can still call me that!"bsge attempts a cheerful smile. "Well..Was ginnaxgondir anither D&and session buut. Wanna spar instead? We could do an imitation of Limbo, that's always fun."

Jax Miller has posed:
    Just his luck. He met the only teenager in the school who doesn't seem to watch TV, because his face has been all over it lately. But Jax bounces on his toes with anticipation, tail curling behind him in a sine wave pattern that's practically hypnotic. "Sure. Gotta stay in shape after all."

    Eventually he bounces in a full circle around Megan, going from simple bouncing to side-stepping as he bounces in a motion that is sure to frustrate anyone ever trying to guard him in a game of basketball. "I know Shannon lost her wings too. But you'll get them back, both of you. Far as I'm concerned, with a full written apology from the idiots who did this to you, and I'll bet you mom knows someone just itching to slap them with a multi-million dollar lawsuit afterwards. That's a full Jax Guarantee, accepted by all major banks."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn laughs nervously, "Ooh, would t that be nice, but I dint think it'll be that simple, I definitely won't get any apologies.." she sighs and shrugs, but clenches her hands, producing a soul dagger from one hand, and a regular dagger in the other, "Doesnt mean I'm giving up though! So how about a friendly sparring match? You look like a melee fighter."

Jax Miller has posed:
    One moment he's bouncing around, the other he sees two knives appear and the next bounce sends Jax on a parabolic trajectory directly away from Megan. He lands some distance away, eyeing the daggers warily, approaching as cautiously as only a wary cat can. "You always ask for apologies first. Makes it easier to sue them afterwards."

    Theatrically, and keeping one eye on the daggers which seem to be holding his full attention, Jax pats the non-existent pockets of his training shorts. "I ehm... I think I left my knives in my other pants..."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn giggles in amusement as she watches and shrugs, tossing him the dagger - the non magical one, which has a safety cap on the sharp edge, "Here, borrow mine. I'm actually pretty curious to see what you can do. Obviously you have so,e sort of cat like abilities right? Pribably agility..Speed?" she smiles playfully, "Co,e at me, show me what you got!"

Jax Miller has posed:
    It's a bit uncanny. When the dagger is tossed at him, Jax sidesteps reflexively as if he'd just become the main target at dodgeball. Only the reach down sheepishly to pick up the dagger, holding the unfamiliar object like he'd hold a baton, or some kind of wooden sword. That is to say, it's in his hand, and it's not going to fall out of his grip, but anyone with half a sense of what they're doing could probably take it off him without too much effort. "Eh, yeah. I mean, what you see is what you get. Fur, whiskers, tail... eyes that see in the dark, ears that can hear a steak being dropped in a pan from the next zip code, reflexes that can dodge a thrown shoe with next to no notice... y'know, cat things."

    Which seems to include waiting for an opponent to make the first move. As mobile and limber as he was before, now he's still as a statue, a gentle rippling of musculature under fur betraying that he's actually alive and poised to pounce at the drop of a pin.

    "This is part of that superhero training stuff, isn't it?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn chuckles, "Nervous kitty, eh? Come on, dint be. I won't hurt you, promise!" she giggles, "Heck, I have no powers aside-from this dagger, you could probably easily take me, if you had more confidence. Sooo what's stopping you?"

Jax Miller has posed:
    "Who says I'm nervous?" says Jax, clearly nervous, given the state of his ears and the very nervous swaying of his tail. Were this proper cat chess, his challenger would have run him off the territory by now. But this is an encounter nowhere near as complicated as the hours of positioning required to assert a claim of ownership against another cat.

    So with a very clumsy but extremely rapid swing of the dagger, Jax pounces forwards towards Megan.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn meeps and jumps back a few paces, "Woah! You're way more modest than you're letting on!" she grins her teeth, grip tightening on her dagger as she stumbles back, but without her wings offering her increased speed and maneuverability, it's likely he will easily tackle he4 to the ground if he chooses.