3984/Danger, Kitora Alua! Danger!

Danger, Kitora Alua! Danger!
Date of Scene:	28 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Rift, Dazzler

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Rift has posed:
Rift is wearing workout clothes - a sports bra and shorts. She has learned that clothes get damaged in there so doesn't wear a lot. A portal tears open in the hallway outside the Danger Room. Rift walks out, glowing with her usual red aura, her skin and clothes washed out by this aura, glows visible inside her head, chest, arms, and legs. She blinks, realizing that the Danger Room is already in use as she heads to the control room to observe. (The lack of security alarms could be an indicator that Rift is allowed to be there...)

Dazzler has posed:
"Danger Room, run setting Dazzler Seventeen." That's how the session began. The Danger Room now reflects an alien arena. The floor is an off-white color and made of some resilient material, set into a wide and shallow bowl. The walls to the arena go up to the ceiling, any audience watching the action from behind protective screens.

This is a place for combat. A place for death.

Dazzler is in the center of the arena, and she's dressed for it. Armored gloves and leggings, her hair is pulled back and there's a blue starburst painted over her left eye. She's facing a creature easily three times her height with double the number of legs and arms, vaguely insectoid, except for the purple and green color pattern on its furry carapace.

Dazzler holds a claymore at the ready, the weapon made completely out of glowing light. The two circle slowly, the woman's breathing quickened and the creature oozing blue liquid from a handful of cuts.

Rift has posed:
Rift just stares as she watches the arena, watching from the control room. She doesn't touch anything. Just watches. Is this the arena that Dazzler has mentioned before? It... it has to be. It's too specific... too well-made. She just sits there on the chari, watching for now. Is she reliving her traumatic past?

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler holds the sword over her shoulder, both hands on the hilt not unlike a lacrosse stick. Or a baseball bat. Her expression is serious, reflecting an intensity that few who haven't fought beside her have seen before. There's a loud wailing sound as the creature flails it's double-pair of mandibles. The light sword flickers, glowing momentarily brighter.

The creature strikes, moving much faster than its bulk would suggest is possible. Dazzler steps aside just in time, and just enough. There is a flash as the sword strikes true followed by more wailing as another, larger cut opens.

Rift has posed:
Rift does not interfere. This is an important fight. She just watches - and waits. And is ready to portal in if necessary. She looks around in the arena - there is probably unattended weaponry that she could manipualte if necessary. Her aura glows bright - she has been practicing rapid portals.

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler doesn't give the creature any time to recover. After her slash opens up the wider cut, she shifts her weight before it can rear up again. Reversing her grip, Dazzler leaps high and plunges the sword point-first through the creature's head. Her body obscures Rift's view for a moment, but when she turns the glowing sword construct pins the now-dead beast's head to the arena floor. And blue ichor splatters Dazzler's armored greaves.

Rift has posed:
Rift just watches Dazzler with these glowing weapons. She ponders her actions, but it wouldn't feel right to interfere until you either need the help... or the simulation ends and she'll meet you outside the Danger Room.

Dazzler has posed:
"Pause program." Dazzler declares. "Reset and restart. Random opponents." Sweaty and grimy and ichor-splattered, she steps over to take a long slurp from a bottle of athletic drink. The dead creature shimmers out of existence and she lets the glowing sword disappear as well.

That's when she glances up to the control room and sees movement there. "Freeze simulation."

Rift has posed:
Rift shrugs as she decides on a more conventional entrance as she leaves the control room, goes around the corner, and opens the door to the Danger Room, looking like she's dressed for a jog. "Ms. Blaire," she muses softly. "This is quite a simulation you have here. I just popped in after class to get some time in but saw it in use - so I watched from control. It seemed... personal so I didn't intervene."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler looks like she's had a genuine work-out, complete with the ichor. There's also a scratch on the front of her left shoulder, now that Rift is close enough for a look. "How long have you been watching, Rift?" she asks softly, taking another pull from the bottle. "And this wasn't so much personal as a reflection of personal experience."

Rift has posed:
Rift nods slowly. "Five minutes. Right when the recently-departed monster was slain by your energy weapons." She smiles faintly. "This... where did you end up in a gladiator areana?" she asks curiously, looking all around, as she walks over and grabs the hilt of a sword as large as she is. With a faint red glow she picks it up like it weighs nothing. (Well, right now it _does_ weigh nothing.)

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler purses her lips, gaze narrowing at Rift's casual approach. "I spent two years in this particular arena, actually." she replies softly. "It was in another dimension, and I was fought whatever they threw at me every day." The blonde pauses, then addd. "This isn't like any other Danger Room combat you've ever fought in, Rift."

Rift has posed:
Rift blinks. "Well..." she muses softly. "Maybe I should leave then..." she states softly. "On the other hand... I endeavor to become an X-Man one day. I... I would like to participate. Should I... don some armor or...?" She lacks the emotional connection to this areana that you have. "Are there any rules other than 'don't die'?"

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler takes another swig, then sets the bottle down as she rises. "Nope, that's pretty much the extent of it. We'll be fighting together. So don't stab me either." Dazzler swings her arms a few times, rolling her head around. "And don't tell anyone I let you run this. I really shouldn't even be letting you." She points, then. "Armor is over there. You should find something that fits. Something you can move in."

Rift has posed:
Rift nods. "Oh, of course weight is NOT an issue. Is flying allowed?" she asks as she goes over, considering the options, and starts to don some leather armor for mobility - and as usual, the armor gets washed out in her aura, the eerie lights inside her body still visible. "I do wish my heart wasn't highlighted like a bulls-eye - but nothing I can do about that," she mutters as she drops the longsword in exchange for two shorter blades which she'll pick up, one in each hand.

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler gestures vaguely around the arena. "There were force fields to keep the combatants contained, and also to keep us from killing the spectators. But those only went up about twenty five meters. You won't know what we're fighting until the creatures are set loose. I had an advantage, in that I could custom-make weapons with my power. I tried to be careful about fighting with lasers, mostly because I didn't want to drain myself."

Rift has posed:
Rift nods slowly as she chows down on an energy bar. "Looks rather messy in here..." She ponders. "How long can these matches last? I mean - simple moving myself around doesn't take much energy - manipulating the gravity remotely is more tiring." She ponders as she finishes suiting up, with two shortswords in her hands and two more in scabbards on her belt. "It's amazing that you can make 'weapons' like that just like a Green Lantern or something."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler shrugs at the question. "That's another reason why I played things conservatively. Sometimes the matches were over in minutes, and sometimes they just sent in wave after wave. It varied." She looks over at Rift and nods at the choice. "I pushed myself too far with light blasts early on during a match, and I sort of figured out constructs by accident."

Rift has posed:
Rift nods slowly. "That's why I didn't go heavy armor. Oh, I could, and move well in it - but the less I have to manipulate my gravity the less tired I get - and the less HUNGRY I get. You probably saw how I eat in the cafeteria. Telling the laws of physics to go shove it takes energy." She sighs faintly. "I'm ready," she states softly. There might also be a dagger or two tucked in. "I... I think..." she mumbles.

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler smiles and looks over at her new battle partner. "Danger Room, resume setting." she says, her voice a bit louder and clearer now. "In the arena I had the roar of the crowd to sustain me a bit, but not enough to keep up the light blasts. It just about balanced out with the constructs."

There's a loud *thud* against the doors on the far side of the arena, and another claymore flickers into Dazzler's hands. "I just hope it's not another insect."

Rift has posed:
Rift holds both shortswords, her glow bright as she is ready to move at a moment's notice. "I should mention - this is my first time fighting... monsters." She smiles faintly. "Just hope there's no Daleks in there. Swords don't work well on them."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler chuckles and settles into a casual ready stance. "Only organics, I promise. Although you might prefer the Daleks after a while." Another *thud*, then the doors swing wide. Three creatures slip out now, each about twenty feet long and a cross between alligators and snakes. No fewer than a dozen legs along the bodies, in pairs, and a barbed tail.

"Watch the tail on these." Dazzler offers softly. "They're venomous."

Rift has posed:
Rift nods slowly. "Well..." she states softly. "They say there's a kill-spot on the head of a gator..." She elevates upwards, hovering there, consdiering how to fight something like this. She glances at Dazzler for inspiration as she draws a dagger, then flings it up in the air, as it hovers there like a tiny red-limned spike of doom.

Dazzler has posed:
The three creatures slither out as a unit, then pause. All three rear up, then the outer two circle out widely to flank the pair of gladiators. They move swiftly on all those legs. And yet the one in the center waits, reared and ready.

"Oh, they're pack hunters as well. I'll draw out the one in the center, then the others will strike." She doesn't wait for the flanking lizards to get into place before she lunges at the one in the center.

Rift has posed:
Rift nods as she fligns another dagger, and both of them flign them at high velocity towards the left beast's head, aiming for hte neck, seeking to sever the spine as she distracts it with drawing the blades and darting in for a quickl slash, trying to do multiple things at once.

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler attacks the center lizard swiftly, not sweeping at the raised head but feinting towards the many legs. It rears back a bit more, and when the tail curls to strike she severs the stinger. The one on the right moves to attack Dazzler as well, no longer in position and leaving the left for Rift.

The left beast ducks and weaves, dodging one dagger but not the other. The blade sinks in deeply, and the creature collapses forward. Or it seems to, at least. The tail whips high and down as Rift darts in to slash.