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xp_logs2022-02-18 03:16 pm
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Would You Like To See Something Cool?
Piotr's undergoing powered and non-powered capability testing. He gets bored, things go *CRASH* and *THUD*, and Loa comes to investigate. There may also be gifts. And cool things.
Piotr looked at the rack of free weights. Then at the barbels. Then at the Nautilus machine. Then back at the rack of free weights. He was fairly sure he could lift all of them together with one hand, but that would be awkward. Too hard to get a solid grip on everything without mangling the racks themselves. But use both hands on one rack to get it up in the air … yeah. That could work.
So he grabbed the free-weights rack - the one intended to use for bench press weights, and thus the one that weighed the most - and effortlessly hoisted it into the air. Then he shifted his grip to one hand and that's when things went sideways.
Literally.
The rack shifted as Piotr changed up his grip and as he bobbled it while trying not to crumple it, the weights sliding off the rack and slamming into the floor made a series of very significant crashing thuds as the earlier ones slammed into the floor, then the later ones slammed into the earlier ones before going careening off here and there and everywhere.
Alani had frequented the gym since the leaves started turning, but had come to expect it to be relatively empty when she used the treadmill to recreate her morning runs. Which made it all the more startling when she heard a commotion in the weights room. A month back, she would have screamed, now she steeled herself, clenching her jaw as she made her way over to investigate.
“If this is a squirrel, I’m gonna McLose It.” She muttered. So of course, there was an actual person there. She stared at him, eyes darting down to the weights in his hands, to his clothes or… shorts, then finally to his face. “Oh. New - er, you’re new. I’m Alani.”
Well, now this was awkward. Young woman, strange marks on her skin, and she was _staring at him_. That would not do. "Hello." he said, his voice accented with something distinctly Slavic. "Forgive me, I, err, dropped the weight rack." Which he was still, he just realized, holding up in the air. So he set it down carefully with no apparent effort on his part and then reached down to start picking up the heaviest weights in the rack. With two fingers.
“You dropped the weight rack,” she repeated, slowly like she had never heard of something like that happening. And then she burst into a round of laughter, pleased beyond belief that someone with apparent superstrength had joined the mansion life. Nerves forgotten, she circled him, trying to figure out if she could guess anything else. “I am super jealous. Two fingers for that set, so you obviously have strength on lock. If I can pry, is it a skin contact thing? Your powers? Can you do anything else? You don’t have to answer or say yes, I know I can talk for ages, and I am nosy. Comes with the territory.”
Another laugh as she stopped in front of him, an arms length away to give him some space.
Piotr smiled as she laughed and decided that this once maybe he could show off a little. "I'm Peter, by the way." he said by way of a greeting. "And I think I'm reasonably strong. Also very tough." he added after a moment. "They're going to schedule me into something called a Danger Room to test my durability. I just hope no-one gets hurt. Bullets tend to ricochet off of my body." he said, reaching for more weights to put back onto the rack. "I was hoping they'd have something heavy in here for me to experiment with, but unfortunately not." he said, trying not to stare at Alani's markings. Or at her in general. Despite everything, seeing a mutant - and she couldn't be anything else but a mutant - who was physically different was still somewhat of a rare occurrence for him. Or, for all he knew, those marks could be tattoos.
One of the weights, as he grabbed it, crumpled under the force his grip was exerting. "Oh, drat." he said. Then he looked at Alani, then back at the rack, then at the weight. "Would you like to see something cool?" he asked her.
“Yes,” Alani spoke without thinking or fully realizing the extent of his statement, just latching onto the idea of seeing something cool. In fact, it took her a moment to notice that a weight had changed shape. Which made her grin wider. She wasn’t used to seeing strength without glowing, and the utter… well plain-ness of it made it all the more unreal. “Wait, did you- was that like anything for you or is one of the reasons you were hoping for more weight is that you’re crazy super strong?”
She wanted to try grabbing it from him, for a split second, before she remembered what she could do. There was no way of knowing if her power might hurt if she tried to tug and he didn’t realize. Taking a small step back and resting her hands against her thighs she flashed another smile. “So, what’s something cool?”
Piotr, by way of an explanation, grabbed the weight in both hands and tore it in half. Then he took one of those halves and crushed it in on itself until all that was left was a spherical metal ball where once there was half a free weight. "Here." he said, holding the ball out in his palm towards her. "For you."
Then he paused. "I don't think I've ever heard of it described as crazy super strong. But then I don't know how strong I really am. I was hoping the people here might be able to tell me."
At the offered compacted metal, she reached out both hands to take it. If she weren’t so intent on making a somewhat good impression, she would have dropped the ball immediately. It wasn’t her regular work out. And, of course it was heavy, it was a weight that she wouldn’t think to pick up for her own uses. “Holy shit.”
“Sorry! I, god I curse like a sailor, but I try not to in front of people I’m not used to.” Alani hefted the weight up higher. “Nope, sorry, this is crazy super strong, and I for one cannot wait to know what your weight limit is. Any chance you can keep me up to date?”
"Ne bespokoytes' ob etom."[1] he said absently then picked up the other half of the weight and crushed it as he did the first. "This one I think I'll keep." he said. "A momento of me making a mess of the weight room and meeting a new person." he said with a smile. He collected the last few weights and got them racked, then turned to Alani. "I don't want to startle you…" he said, then paused for a moment before transforming back into his flesh form. Then he grabbed at his suddenly-headed-towards-the-floor shorts and turned his back on the young woman so he could re-tie them to fit better on his body.
“Startling me can be, uh, dangerous, so good warning.” Though this time her laugh bordered on awkward, and her knuckles were white with the force she was holding the ball. At least metal wouldn’t fall directly through her hands in ribbons. Still, her fingertips were glowing just the smallest amount, so she knelt down to set it where it would be safe from any further damage. “Unfortunately, I think I nicked mine. So we can’t be matching but close.”
Standing back to her full height, she held out her hands upwards to show him what she meant. Hooking her fingers under the band of a cheap bracelet, she exhaled slowly and pulled them up and through. The pink glow was small. “I’m a bit of a matter chainsaw myself.”
Piotr nodded. "That's quite a talent you have there." he said, and meant it with complete sincerity. "If I should ever happen to drop the weight rack again and accidentally crumple another weight, I'll see what I can do to replace it." Then he glanced at the one he'd made for himself. "Here. Take this one, if you can." he said, rolling it gently along the ground towards her. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Alani, but I think I've got a few more evaluation sessions to go today. Should probably get started." Normally he'd offer her a handshake, but given that display …
Nah. Not going to be rude. He held out a hand towards her for a shake, to bid her farewell. "Perhaps we'll cross paths again. And I'll be able to tell you what my maximum is."
“Oh, I hadn’t meant-” But a trade wouldn’t hurt and she wasn’t going to turn it down. Taking his hand, Alani gave as firm a handshake as she could, still grinning a little. “I look forward to it, Peter. And thank you for the souvenir, I’m pretty sure it’s my first.”
[1] "Don't worry about it", if Google Translate is to be believed.
Piotr looked at the rack of free weights. Then at the barbels. Then at the Nautilus machine. Then back at the rack of free weights. He was fairly sure he could lift all of them together with one hand, but that would be awkward. Too hard to get a solid grip on everything without mangling the racks themselves. But use both hands on one rack to get it up in the air … yeah. That could work.
So he grabbed the free-weights rack - the one intended to use for bench press weights, and thus the one that weighed the most - and effortlessly hoisted it into the air. Then he shifted his grip to one hand and that's when things went sideways.
Literally.
The rack shifted as Piotr changed up his grip and as he bobbled it while trying not to crumple it, the weights sliding off the rack and slamming into the floor made a series of very significant crashing thuds as the earlier ones slammed into the floor, then the later ones slammed into the earlier ones before going careening off here and there and everywhere.
Alani had frequented the gym since the leaves started turning, but had come to expect it to be relatively empty when she used the treadmill to recreate her morning runs. Which made it all the more startling when she heard a commotion in the weights room. A month back, she would have screamed, now she steeled herself, clenching her jaw as she made her way over to investigate.
“If this is a squirrel, I’m gonna McLose It.” She muttered. So of course, there was an actual person there. She stared at him, eyes darting down to the weights in his hands, to his clothes or… shorts, then finally to his face. “Oh. New - er, you’re new. I’m Alani.”
Well, now this was awkward. Young woman, strange marks on her skin, and she was _staring at him_. That would not do. "Hello." he said, his voice accented with something distinctly Slavic. "Forgive me, I, err, dropped the weight rack." Which he was still, he just realized, holding up in the air. So he set it down carefully with no apparent effort on his part and then reached down to start picking up the heaviest weights in the rack. With two fingers.
“You dropped the weight rack,” she repeated, slowly like she had never heard of something like that happening. And then she burst into a round of laughter, pleased beyond belief that someone with apparent superstrength had joined the mansion life. Nerves forgotten, she circled him, trying to figure out if she could guess anything else. “I am super jealous. Two fingers for that set, so you obviously have strength on lock. If I can pry, is it a skin contact thing? Your powers? Can you do anything else? You don’t have to answer or say yes, I know I can talk for ages, and I am nosy. Comes with the territory.”
Another laugh as she stopped in front of him, an arms length away to give him some space.
Piotr smiled as she laughed and decided that this once maybe he could show off a little. "I'm Peter, by the way." he said by way of a greeting. "And I think I'm reasonably strong. Also very tough." he added after a moment. "They're going to schedule me into something called a Danger Room to test my durability. I just hope no-one gets hurt. Bullets tend to ricochet off of my body." he said, reaching for more weights to put back onto the rack. "I was hoping they'd have something heavy in here for me to experiment with, but unfortunately not." he said, trying not to stare at Alani's markings. Or at her in general. Despite everything, seeing a mutant - and she couldn't be anything else but a mutant - who was physically different was still somewhat of a rare occurrence for him. Or, for all he knew, those marks could be tattoos.
One of the weights, as he grabbed it, crumpled under the force his grip was exerting. "Oh, drat." he said. Then he looked at Alani, then back at the rack, then at the weight. "Would you like to see something cool?" he asked her.
“Yes,” Alani spoke without thinking or fully realizing the extent of his statement, just latching onto the idea of seeing something cool. In fact, it took her a moment to notice that a weight had changed shape. Which made her grin wider. She wasn’t used to seeing strength without glowing, and the utter… well plain-ness of it made it all the more unreal. “Wait, did you- was that like anything for you or is one of the reasons you were hoping for more weight is that you’re crazy super strong?”
She wanted to try grabbing it from him, for a split second, before she remembered what she could do. There was no way of knowing if her power might hurt if she tried to tug and he didn’t realize. Taking a small step back and resting her hands against her thighs she flashed another smile. “So, what’s something cool?”
Piotr, by way of an explanation, grabbed the weight in both hands and tore it in half. Then he took one of those halves and crushed it in on itself until all that was left was a spherical metal ball where once there was half a free weight. "Here." he said, holding the ball out in his palm towards her. "For you."
Then he paused. "I don't think I've ever heard of it described as crazy super strong. But then I don't know how strong I really am. I was hoping the people here might be able to tell me."
At the offered compacted metal, she reached out both hands to take it. If she weren’t so intent on making a somewhat good impression, she would have dropped the ball immediately. It wasn’t her regular work out. And, of course it was heavy, it was a weight that she wouldn’t think to pick up for her own uses. “Holy shit.”
“Sorry! I, god I curse like a sailor, but I try not to in front of people I’m not used to.” Alani hefted the weight up higher. “Nope, sorry, this is crazy super strong, and I for one cannot wait to know what your weight limit is. Any chance you can keep me up to date?”
"Ne bespokoytes' ob etom."[1] he said absently then picked up the other half of the weight and crushed it as he did the first. "This one I think I'll keep." he said. "A momento of me making a mess of the weight room and meeting a new person." he said with a smile. He collected the last few weights and got them racked, then turned to Alani. "I don't want to startle you…" he said, then paused for a moment before transforming back into his flesh form. Then he grabbed at his suddenly-headed-towards-the-floor shorts and turned his back on the young woman so he could re-tie them to fit better on his body.
“Startling me can be, uh, dangerous, so good warning.” Though this time her laugh bordered on awkward, and her knuckles were white with the force she was holding the ball. At least metal wouldn’t fall directly through her hands in ribbons. Still, her fingertips were glowing just the smallest amount, so she knelt down to set it where it would be safe from any further damage. “Unfortunately, I think I nicked mine. So we can’t be matching but close.”
Standing back to her full height, she held out her hands upwards to show him what she meant. Hooking her fingers under the band of a cheap bracelet, she exhaled slowly and pulled them up and through. The pink glow was small. “I’m a bit of a matter chainsaw myself.”
Piotr nodded. "That's quite a talent you have there." he said, and meant it with complete sincerity. "If I should ever happen to drop the weight rack again and accidentally crumple another weight, I'll see what I can do to replace it." Then he glanced at the one he'd made for himself. "Here. Take this one, if you can." he said, rolling it gently along the ground towards her. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Alani, but I think I've got a few more evaluation sessions to go today. Should probably get started." Normally he'd offer her a handshake, but given that display …
Nah. Not going to be rude. He held out a hand towards her for a shake, to bid her farewell. "Perhaps we'll cross paths again. And I'll be able to tell you what my maximum is."
“Oh, I hadn’t meant-” But a trade wouldn’t hurt and she wasn’t going to turn it down. Taking his hand, Alani gave as firm a handshake as she could, still grinning a little. “I look forward to it, Peter. And thank you for the souvenir, I’m pretty sure it’s my first.”
[1] "Don't worry about it", if Google Translate is to be believed.