Kyle and Dori, Danger Room run

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Wildchild and Rocky (ie: Kyle and Dori) have a Danger Room run that doesn't... go... quite as well as it should.



Dori rocked back and forth on her feet. She was ready to go! She had happily changed into the leather outfit, which fit perfectly. Though she had been concerned about tearing it with her claws it had ended up not being the problem. "So, I'm ready!" she said brightly.

"You are -way- too excited about this." Kyle said, laughing as he finished taping his hands. As usual, Kyle's uniform jacket was gracing the inside of his locker instead of actually being on him. He'd wear it on actual missions, but in the Danger Room he tended to just wear a plain black t-shirt. Easier to get bloodstains out of and less guilt if he ended up destroying it somehow. He always felt bad when his uniforms needed to be replaced. He gave a thumbs-up to the control booth, and the Danger Room's blank walls flashed into a cityscape, as seen from the tops of buildings, and the floor under Kyle and Dori's feet became a rooftop, tarpaper over thick wood. A drone hovered up next to them, and beeped, and a light on the front went red. "Aw, crap. Hot potato chase." Kyle muttered. "Go, I'll explain on the run." He didn't bother to wait for Dori's response, he just went over the side of the roof, and there was a clang as he handed on a fire escape.

"Wait what's -" Dori asked as he went over and puffed out her cheeks. Okay, he'd explain in motion, that she could deal with. She could deal with that. Doreen followed him down to the fire escape with an easy jump. She could have cleared the distance between the two buildings with a running start, but she didn't know if that was what she was supposed to do and so decided to be better safe than sorry.

"The drone's going to chase us, and unless we tag it, it'll tase us and then run off. So it'll like, chase me, and you have to tag it, or it'll chase you and I have to tag it, and then it switches." Kyle explained, going down the fire escape in leaps with Dori just behind him. Just above them, the drone flew by, and the screen on the front flashed a picture of Dori that had very clearly been taken by Angel, because Dori was upside down hanging from a tree. "You're it. Stupid drone..."

"So, I run, right? No problem! I can do that! ...wait, that doesn't make me sound like a coward, I hope," Doreen said, knowing that shouldn't matter, but it did, because she didn't want to look bad in front of Kyle. Because, well, he was Kyle. The result was she paused for a moment before realizing that would also look bad and possibly lead to pain, "Taking off now!"

Kyle was a few paces behind her, because he had to -tag- the stupid drone before it caught up to Dori. "Yes! RUN!" Whoever had set them on this scenario was going to pay. Being tased sucked. Unless it was Garrison and then Kyle would probably just sit sullenly while the Canadian laughed at him. Maybe he'd eat the moose. Except no, he liked Wade and Molly. His mental plans for revenge, or lack thereof carried him over another set of 'rooftops' and then the gap was too far for him to leap, even though Dori took it without even blinking. "Aw, fuck -me-." Kyle muttered, as he went for the fire escape and the way "down". He could hear the Danger Room's machinery moving the false rooftop up as he went down the escape in leaps - sounds were always slightly "off" to him anyway so it didn't break what was already a broken illusion. "Double back, Rocky! I have to tag it!"

Dori stopped on the next edge, "What? Oh!" It was really easy sometimes for her to forget that other people couldn't make the jumps she could. She turned around and started running, not even tired and jumped again, this time aiming for the fire escape where Kyle was instead of actually clearing the building. "I'm back!"

Kyle heard the drone make a u-turn to try to catch up with Dori, and he went halfway up the fire escape as she started climbing down. Tagging the drone was usually easy, but it was doing it's best to keep up with Doreen, and so Kyle's first attempt missed. His second didn't, but only due to him erring on the side of Reckless and tagging it by way of taking a leap and tackling the thing. It and Kyle hit the ground, Kyle landing in a crouch, and the drone rocking back and forth like a weeble-wobble. Then it beeped, and the picture changed to one of Kyle, wearing his cat on his head like Shamu was a hat. three seconds until chase mode reactivates. The mechanical voice croaked, and Kyle wasted no time getting back to his feet, and taking off down what was now a city street.

"Awwwwwww," Dori said at the picture. "Okay, so now I have to tag it?" she called after Kyle, she wasn't that far behind him, and well, to be completely honest she was sort of enjoying the view. Good thing I'm behind him, Dori thought. Because she bet she was bright red right now.

"I can still hear you! It's not a cute picture!" Kyle objected, loudly as he ran. He was going to throw Angel in ... something. A mud puddle. Just for that damn picture. Stupid drone. He went over a 'car' and then down a narrow alleyway between two buildings, hoping to confuse the drone. Which never worked, but he always tried it anyway.

"Oh, it totally is," Dori snickered, setting up to tag the drone. The chasing part was fun, it really was, but it was the being chased that really got her blood going. She supposed that had to do with the whole flight or fight thing. Closing in on it, she jumped the last distance to smack the thing with a clawed hand. "Woot!"

"Woot better mean Kyle I tagged the drone so you won't get tased!" Kyle assumed it did, since it sounded like a declaration of success. The drone then chimed, and repeated the recorded message about changing targets. Thank God, he hated being tased. He let himself slide off the top of the "car" he'd been vaulting over, only to watch the drone go straight up. "Balls.." He grunted. He was on the ground, Dori was already going up a fire escape and the thing was going to go for aerial chase. He -hated- this program.

"It totally did," Doreen said as she scampered off. It didn't occur to her that Kyle wouldn't be jumping rooftop to rooftop like she did. First off, it was totally the super-hero thing to do. And she was totally a super-hero. Well, one in training. That, and it was so fun to be able to do it as much as she wanted. The drone was moving in closer but Dori wasn't paying attention to that. At least not as much as she should have been. She paused on the edge of a roof top to do an awesome pose and to take in where the drone was supposed to be only to turn around and see it was right in her face. "Eee!!" was her getting tased, followed by a fall and a whump.

Kyle swore and doubled back. On one hand, they'd get a two minute reprieve and the drone would whoosh off and go do drone things on it's own, and on the other, tasing sucked and instead of a nice quiet review of the post-session video, they'd be answering just why and how Dori got tased and what they could do to prevent it. He went up the "side" of the building via a "fire escape" and poked his head over the ledge, and laughed. Dori's entire tail was puffed up from the residual static and most of her hair was as well. He swung a leg over the ledge and straddled it, and laughed. And laughed. And laughed. He was still laughing when Dori toppled over, falling right towards him.

Kyle was entirely lucky that a) there was only two stories between him and the ground, b) that urban setting Danger Room scenarios included dumpsters that actually had stuff in them, even if 'stuff' was large pieces of Styrofoam, and that c) he instinctively twisted as he fell to land in the safest manner possible. His luck ran out when he was then landed upon by a still stunned Dori who'd gone over the rooftop with him after she'd fallen over onto him and knocked him off balance.

Doreen was dazed for a moment. What she had landed on wasn't exactly soft but it was warm. "Uhhhh," she managed, shaking her head a bit before sitting up. Right on top of Kyle. She turned bright, bright red and was so embarrassed that for that moment she didn't even think of moving.

Cute eighteen year old girl in tight leather with her breasts pretty much smushed right up in his face. Kyle was extremely glad that his uniform pants included a cup, despite the discomfort. "Ow. You okay?" He was not "okay" but it was just bruises and he'd be fine in an hour or so.

"Yeah... ohgosh, I'm so sorry!" Doreen managed before moving off of him, in a way that just seemed to sandwich them closer together. Which she was pretty sure she wasn't doing on purpose.

"Ow dammit quit wiggling ow dammit stay still!" Trying to sit up with several feet of large-pieces-of-Styrofoam under him and one giant-squirrel-girl on top of him was impossible. Every time he shifted, either he sunk further down or ended up with even more of Dori on top of him, and the pieces of Styrofoam kept making that squeaking noise that make the inside of his skull itch. Eventually Kyle just gave up. He flopped backwards and rested his head on one of the larger pieces of Styrofoam. "I give up."

"I'm sorry!" Doreen apologized again, eventually giving up on squirming just to stop over him, looking down and bright, bright red, "I'm just making it worse, aren't I?"

"Are you gonna be more upset if I lie and say no, or if I say yeah, this is awkward?" And now she was pretty much right on his lap and he was going to need a really cold shower after this. Kyle wiggled one arm up and pushed his hair off his face. "I mean, not that I like mind being stuck in a dumpster with a cute girl but dude, we are so gonna get teased once the video of this gets out."

That's right. This was being taped! Doreen scurried off, the best she could even though she really didn't mind where she was and that line of thought made her bright, bright red, "Well, we can tell everyone it was totally my fault."

"Well, you'll get the pay attention to your surroundings lecture. I'll get the 'don't leave the trainee where you can't see her" lecture." With Dori sort of half off him, Kyle thought he could maybe get a leg out and try to get out of the dumpster. Except that all it did was break some of the styrofoam and make it make more horrible squeaking noises, and put him half sitting half kneeling. "At least nobody can see into the dumpster. Camera angle should be all wrong." God he hoped so.

Well, if no one could see into the dumpster. Okay, she was now completely crazy. At least as far as she was concerned. She leaned in and quickly kissed him on the cheek. He called her cute, after all!

The kiss wasn't really the distracting part. The unexpectedly athletic for someone who played as much World of Whatevercraft as Dori did girl being practically on top of him and with breasts pretty much right where he was entirely aware of them was. Really. Distracting. He really should've been out of the dumpster by now. Maybe he could claim that he'd broken something and was waiting for it to heal. Like his sanity. Which was why instead of covering his face or retreating, Kyle's reaction was to lean in, and growl "Dori, either we get out of the dumpster now, or we're going to end up making out in it, and I'm pretty sure there's rules about that."

Someone had eyes the size of dinner plates at the moment, "'Pretty sure' means there's a chance there might not be, right? Rules against it, I mean."

"Do. Not. Want. Tea and lecture." Kyle said, very slowly, and with a great deal of willpower. An excess of willpower. Because there would so be a lecture on appropriate use of the Danger Room. If he wasn't in store for one already.

"We can say it's my fault!" Doreen offered. She'd take the fall for this for even like, five minutes or so. For all that it sounded like a line from a bad fanfic, she really did feel like she was going to die if something didn't happen, but she didn't say that at least not verbally but for all intents and purposes she had 'take me, I'm yours' written across her forehead.

Kyle finally got one leg under him and on the bottom of the dumpster, which meant he could actually get out of the damn thing, instead of being stuck in the styrofoam. Falling on actual trash would've been less annoying, since it wouldn't have supported him half as well. "Not getting a lecture just so I can get in your pants, Dori. Not like you're not doing it for me, because you do, but team stuff is important." He shook himself once, and then got the other leg steady under him as well. "Also it is your fault we're in here, and you get to review the tape and figure out and explain just why the hell you weren't paying attention to the drone while I go take a cold shower."

Dori's shoulders sank a bit, "Yeah, teamstuff," she muttered, "I'll explainitorsomething," she muttered trying to stand up on her own. Now she was just going to go to her room and bury her head in her pillow or something.

"Aw, Jesus." Kyle swung one leg over the lip of the dumpster. "No emo. Emo is not cool. This is not me saying I don't think you're like, cute as hell, this is me saying priorities. Geez, don't make with the emo face." He got the other leg over, sat on the edge, and extended an arm to Dori to help her out. "Here, look, we change out, you write up your Why Dori Should Take This Shit Seriously report, and we'll grab dinner, okay?"

She wasn't making the emo face! (Anymore.) At least, she tried to put a smile on, which after years of practice really wasn't that hard at all, "Yeah, okay. I like food," she said. And he was right that she should be taking it more seriously, but it was kind of hard to focus when he was that close to her. But! She could do this!

"Hell, write the report after dinner, whatevs, but trust me, you're gonna end up writing one." Kyle helped Dori out of the dumpster, and the simulation finally faded, leaving a few metal structures, and the blank walls and floor. "And we'll talk, okay?" She wasn't the kid he'd picked up from the bus station, the number of cold showers he was going to need said all there needed to be said about that.