Forge and Maya - New Toys!
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xp_logsForge gets Maya some upgraded gear. In return, she beats the tar out of him with her new toys. Ah, siblings.
CW: Violence, Guns
He'd fired off a quick note to have Maya meet him in the Danger Room so he could give her her new toys. The baseline Xavier stuff was decent, well-made and did the job, but it (like so many other things) could be better. So he'd spent some time thinking about it, then made the appropriate changes to her costume. And today was the field test.
He also had a duffel full of some toys at his feet, saving those for after the costume test-run. And if she was nice he'd tell her about the Cheyenne flag he'd hidden as a part of the design. He grinned to himself as he indulged in imagining what her reaction was going to be to her batons, let alone the special new toy he was going to offer her.
“Okay, I’ve got it all on,” Maya noted as she walked from the locker room and into the Danger Room, noting that no particular program had been started yet. She nodded to the control room above. “Let me guess, we’re gonna do some weird army obstacle course you’ve cooked up in your evil brain?”
She grinned at the last, moving around in her leathers to get used to the new weight and feel. It was different. Definitely something she’d need to train in before she wouldn’t notice it. Good though, and somehow the weight hadn’t changed, even though she knew Forge must have put something extra in, especially over her vital organs.
"Nope." he said. "I'm a big believer in practical tests." And without any further ado, he took a 9mm pistol out from the small of his back, aimed it at her center mass, and pulled the trigger. At this range he could hardly miss.
Maya was knocked backwards by the force of the shot, an explosive puff of breath forced out of her as she hit the ground.
She lay there for a moment to get her bearings before she kipped herself back up onto her feet and launched at a smug looking Forge with murder in her eyes.
"I should point out before you try to murder me that one, safeties, two, the bullet didn't penetrate and I took as much of the impact knockback out as I could. Sure, it knocked you on your ass, but it didn't throw you real far and you can get back up pretty easily..." he said, putting the gun down on the table in front of him.
Maya managed to hold the punch she’d been about to launch at his gut; and the glow in her eyes that indicated powers use guttered and died as she got her instinctual attack under control.
“Forge, brother, maybe don’t shoot the girl whose power is to attack the hell out of people who threaten her?” Maya reminded him with a sigh as she stepped back and relaxed her stance. She still wanted to punch him but she couldn’t argue with results. “You’re lucky I didn’t have a gun or throwing weapon nearby.”
Not that she’d have done anything, her control of her instinctual powers use had come ahead leaps and bounds since she started at Xavier’s and joined the X-men.
"Let me make it up to you. I know how the ladies love to accessorize..." he said, grabbing the duffel, hoisting it onto the folding table, and then unzipping it. "And here you are. Freshly-charged stun batons." he said, lifting one baton out to present for her inspection. "Dial-able amount of zap, ranges all the way from "light a smoke" to "bad guy fall down and pees himself." he said with a smirk. "Charge should be good for 24 hours, modulo how hard Mr Shocky is doing his thing." he joked before flipping the baton around to hand her the handle. "It's sister is in the bag as well, along with a few other goodies I thought you might like."
“Mr and Ms Shocky,” Maya noted as she eagerly took the baton and then moved to look through the bag. “Can I take them through customs or are these strictly ‘Secret Paramilitary plane locker’ things?”
"Might be a bad idea for now, but let me work on that." he said with a quirked brow. "For now, keep 'em stashed on the Blackbird." he said and pleasantly waited for her to discover the vibroknife and vibrohatchet in the bag. Occasionally he was a sucker for tradition, after all.
“Holy Shit, these are awesome,” Maya breathed as she pulled out the aforementioned weapons and tested their balance and weight. The were perfectly designed for her and she beamed at Forge. “Now these are worth the gunshot to the chest. When did you have time to do all this?”
"Sleep is for the weak." he joked. "Also, I've always got something cooking subconsciously so all it really takes is the construction time. A lot of which I've automated so feed it the right kind of files, pass security checks, and blammo. New stuff." he said with a grin.
Then he let the mirth die and got deadly serious for a while. "Maya. naaxaa'éhéme." he said, looking at her directly. "You go to war, you'll have the best protection and weapons I can provide you. My job, as a shitty, shitty shaman, in addition to the spooky shit, is to take care of my tribe." he said. "And while I'm not as obnoxious as you are about it, I care about our people." he said with deadly intent. "Give me shit on this one and I will, I swear, scalp you with your new vibrohatchet." he said with a laugh.
“Nahtataneme,” Maya said in return, her gaze suddenly softened as she spoke the language of their people. “It’s my duty to always give you shit, but not about this. I’ll bear them with honor. And look at you, taking being a Shaman seriously. Naze would shit a brick.”
Maya picked up the knives and found places on her new armor already built to store them. She hung the batons at her hips and attached the vibrohatchet to her back.
“There, armed for bear. How do I look?”
"Dangerous." he said with a small smile. "Like an echo of our warrior past." he said, and then laughed again. "Naze would shit a brick. And man, I am so bad at this..." he mused. "I'll see what I can do to stealthify the batons, maybe the other stuff as well. Also, Maya, one more thing. The tech I make, it's dangerous. People would kill to have it. It's a responsibility I give you to use them well. And for fuck's sake don't lose them, OK?"
“You worry way too much,” Maya noted, taking a moment to move about in her new gear before giving Forge a look. “Come on, you've got to help me try this stuff out properly. We can do some training programs to put it through its paces.”
She waved upwards to the control room, and gave him a cocky grin.
CW: Violence, Guns
He'd fired off a quick note to have Maya meet him in the Danger Room so he could give her her new toys. The baseline Xavier stuff was decent, well-made and did the job, but it (like so many other things) could be better. So he'd spent some time thinking about it, then made the appropriate changes to her costume. And today was the field test.
He also had a duffel full of some toys at his feet, saving those for after the costume test-run. And if she was nice he'd tell her about the Cheyenne flag he'd hidden as a part of the design. He grinned to himself as he indulged in imagining what her reaction was going to be to her batons, let alone the special new toy he was going to offer her.
“Okay, I’ve got it all on,” Maya noted as she walked from the locker room and into the Danger Room, noting that no particular program had been started yet. She nodded to the control room above. “Let me guess, we’re gonna do some weird army obstacle course you’ve cooked up in your evil brain?”
She grinned at the last, moving around in her leathers to get used to the new weight and feel. It was different. Definitely something she’d need to train in before she wouldn’t notice it. Good though, and somehow the weight hadn’t changed, even though she knew Forge must have put something extra in, especially over her vital organs.
"Nope." he said. "I'm a big believer in practical tests." And without any further ado, he took a 9mm pistol out from the small of his back, aimed it at her center mass, and pulled the trigger. At this range he could hardly miss.
Maya was knocked backwards by the force of the shot, an explosive puff of breath forced out of her as she hit the ground.
She lay there for a moment to get her bearings before she kipped herself back up onto her feet and launched at a smug looking Forge with murder in her eyes.
"I should point out before you try to murder me that one, safeties, two, the bullet didn't penetrate and I took as much of the impact knockback out as I could. Sure, it knocked you on your ass, but it didn't throw you real far and you can get back up pretty easily..." he said, putting the gun down on the table in front of him.
Maya managed to hold the punch she’d been about to launch at his gut; and the glow in her eyes that indicated powers use guttered and died as she got her instinctual attack under control.
“Forge, brother, maybe don’t shoot the girl whose power is to attack the hell out of people who threaten her?” Maya reminded him with a sigh as she stepped back and relaxed her stance. She still wanted to punch him but she couldn’t argue with results. “You’re lucky I didn’t have a gun or throwing weapon nearby.”
Not that she’d have done anything, her control of her instinctual powers use had come ahead leaps and bounds since she started at Xavier’s and joined the X-men.
"Let me make it up to you. I know how the ladies love to accessorize..." he said, grabbing the duffel, hoisting it onto the folding table, and then unzipping it. "And here you are. Freshly-charged stun batons." he said, lifting one baton out to present for her inspection. "Dial-able amount of zap, ranges all the way from "light a smoke" to "bad guy fall down and pees himself." he said with a smirk. "Charge should be good for 24 hours, modulo how hard Mr Shocky is doing his thing." he joked before flipping the baton around to hand her the handle. "It's sister is in the bag as well, along with a few other goodies I thought you might like."
“Mr and Ms Shocky,” Maya noted as she eagerly took the baton and then moved to look through the bag. “Can I take them through customs or are these strictly ‘Secret Paramilitary plane locker’ things?”
"Might be a bad idea for now, but let me work on that." he said with a quirked brow. "For now, keep 'em stashed on the Blackbird." he said and pleasantly waited for her to discover the vibroknife and vibrohatchet in the bag. Occasionally he was a sucker for tradition, after all.
“Holy Shit, these are awesome,” Maya breathed as she pulled out the aforementioned weapons and tested their balance and weight. The were perfectly designed for her and she beamed at Forge. “Now these are worth the gunshot to the chest. When did you have time to do all this?”
"Sleep is for the weak." he joked. "Also, I've always got something cooking subconsciously so all it really takes is the construction time. A lot of which I've automated so feed it the right kind of files, pass security checks, and blammo. New stuff." he said with a grin.
Then he let the mirth die and got deadly serious for a while. "Maya. naaxaa'éhéme." he said, looking at her directly. "You go to war, you'll have the best protection and weapons I can provide you. My job, as a shitty, shitty shaman, in addition to the spooky shit, is to take care of my tribe." he said. "And while I'm not as obnoxious as you are about it, I care about our people." he said with deadly intent. "Give me shit on this one and I will, I swear, scalp you with your new vibrohatchet." he said with a laugh.
“Nahtataneme,” Maya said in return, her gaze suddenly softened as she spoke the language of their people. “It’s my duty to always give you shit, but not about this. I’ll bear them with honor. And look at you, taking being a Shaman seriously. Naze would shit a brick.”
Maya picked up the knives and found places on her new armor already built to store them. She hung the batons at her hips and attached the vibrohatchet to her back.
“There, armed for bear. How do I look?”
"Dangerous." he said with a small smile. "Like an echo of our warrior past." he said, and then laughed again. "Naze would shit a brick. And man, I am so bad at this..." he mused. "I'll see what I can do to stealthify the batons, maybe the other stuff as well. Also, Maya, one more thing. The tech I make, it's dangerous. People would kill to have it. It's a responsibility I give you to use them well. And for fuck's sake don't lose them, OK?"
“You worry way too much,” Maya noted, taking a moment to move about in her new gear before giving Forge a look. “Come on, you've got to help me try this stuff out properly. We can do some training programs to put it through its paces.”
She waved upwards to the control room, and gave him a cocky grin.
