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Nica and Sooraya: agility training (backdated)
X-men training isn't just fun and adventures in the Danger Room. Sometimes it's running. A lot of running
Beep
Sooraya cursed under her breath as she made the turn just too late and sped to the other side 20 meters away, her braid bouncing against her back. She wasn't sure who had come up with this recent torture, but Scott or Garrison were not gonna get any of her cookies anytime soon.
Beep
Missing the turn for a second time she released a sigh, slowing to a walk as she fought to catch her breath. As soon as she reached the wall, she grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down as she continued to watch Nica run.
Nica was doing slightly better, but the muscle damaged by Deadpool's knife was not happy. She tagged the next line and then straightened with a grunt for the next run back, but she was significantly slow this time. Having reached the start point, she slowed into a jog and then a walk, hands on her hips as she gulped big breaths of air. "Okay," she wheezed when she was able. "Shuttle runs suck."
"They do." Sooraya reached for another bottle of water, handing it over. "I was just thinking 'no homemade cookies' for a while for Scott. And Garrison. And who else can we think of who might have come up with this? Or do we need something worse?" She straightened a little more, her own breath finally settling into something resembling normal.
Nica gulped down half the bottle of water before replying. "I blame Kyle. This feels like one of his ideas. He's the one who likes dawn runs, after all." Sheh wiped the sweat off her forehead with her forearm and had some more water, slower this time. "You know, I don't think I've seen you without your hijab before?"
"Hmm, you know Kyle does have those puppy dog eyes. They are dangerous. So no cookies is hard!!!" Sooraya grinned as she reached back and tightened the band at the end of her braid a little. "And usually my hijab is fine, but when we have training sessions like this and none of the guys around... this is just a little more comfortable. It can get pretty warm otherwise."
"I'd say so. It's bad enough just running, never mind having all the layers added." Nica paused, wondering how to say what she wanted in a way that wasn't... bad. "I like it? I mean, you look nice with the hajib, but it's also nice to see your hair?"
"Thanks." Sooraya simply acknowledged the compliment with a big smile. "I've to admit, it always feels a little funny to have it out like this, even though I didn't wear one for a while a couple years back. That really took me a while to get used to."
"I think I remember that. Can I ask why you stopped? And why you started again? If that's not too private? I always want to know more about stuff I wasn't brought up with."
How to explain that in a few simple words? "I had a tough time with my faith after everything with M-Day and the changes it brought. So I didn't feel like wearing it for a while. But once I found my way back, at some point I decided I wanted to wear my hijab again." Sooraya kept it simple. "And I've been covering again ever since."
Nica bit her tongue again to stop blurting out another question, although she was wondering what particular changes those had been. "It must have been difficult," she said at last. "But I'm glad you found something you could believe in again?"
"More like I found my back, just with a few additional layers." Sooraya clarified, then her smile became bigger when she registered the young woman's curiosity. "How about we sit down with some tea or hot cocoa sometime in the future if you want to know more? I don't mind sharing more, but this is not the easiest place for it." She gestured at the Danger Room around them.
"Oh, yeah, you're probably right." Nica finished the water and hauled herself up onto her feet. "If we get too deep in conversation, next thing we know the room's throwing giant robots or anti mutant extremists or something at us. What's next on the list of tortures?"
"Well, we survived running while driven nuts with beeps." Sooraya grabbed the clipboard while the room suddenly shimmered around her. "So now I guess we get to run in circles with obstacles? And hope we don't turn an ankle?"
Nica groaned and stuck out her hand to pull Sooraya up. "C'mon then, Dust. Race you to the finish?"
Beep
Sooraya cursed under her breath as she made the turn just too late and sped to the other side 20 meters away, her braid bouncing against her back. She wasn't sure who had come up with this recent torture, but Scott or Garrison were not gonna get any of her cookies anytime soon.
Beep
Missing the turn for a second time she released a sigh, slowing to a walk as she fought to catch her breath. As soon as she reached the wall, she grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down as she continued to watch Nica run.
Nica was doing slightly better, but the muscle damaged by Deadpool's knife was not happy. She tagged the next line and then straightened with a grunt for the next run back, but she was significantly slow this time. Having reached the start point, she slowed into a jog and then a walk, hands on her hips as she gulped big breaths of air. "Okay," she wheezed when she was able. "Shuttle runs suck."
"They do." Sooraya reached for another bottle of water, handing it over. "I was just thinking 'no homemade cookies' for a while for Scott. And Garrison. And who else can we think of who might have come up with this? Or do we need something worse?" She straightened a little more, her own breath finally settling into something resembling normal.
Nica gulped down half the bottle of water before replying. "I blame Kyle. This feels like one of his ideas. He's the one who likes dawn runs, after all." Sheh wiped the sweat off her forehead with her forearm and had some more water, slower this time. "You know, I don't think I've seen you without your hijab before?"
"Hmm, you know Kyle does have those puppy dog eyes. They are dangerous. So no cookies is hard!!!" Sooraya grinned as she reached back and tightened the band at the end of her braid a little. "And usually my hijab is fine, but when we have training sessions like this and none of the guys around... this is just a little more comfortable. It can get pretty warm otherwise."
"I'd say so. It's bad enough just running, never mind having all the layers added." Nica paused, wondering how to say what she wanted in a way that wasn't... bad. "I like it? I mean, you look nice with the hajib, but it's also nice to see your hair?"
"Thanks." Sooraya simply acknowledged the compliment with a big smile. "I've to admit, it always feels a little funny to have it out like this, even though I didn't wear one for a while a couple years back. That really took me a while to get used to."
"I think I remember that. Can I ask why you stopped? And why you started again? If that's not too private? I always want to know more about stuff I wasn't brought up with."
How to explain that in a few simple words? "I had a tough time with my faith after everything with M-Day and the changes it brought. So I didn't feel like wearing it for a while. But once I found my way back, at some point I decided I wanted to wear my hijab again." Sooraya kept it simple. "And I've been covering again ever since."
Nica bit her tongue again to stop blurting out another question, although she was wondering what particular changes those had been. "It must have been difficult," she said at last. "But I'm glad you found something you could believe in again?"
"More like I found my back, just with a few additional layers." Sooraya clarified, then her smile became bigger when she registered the young woman's curiosity. "How about we sit down with some tea or hot cocoa sometime in the future if you want to know more? I don't mind sharing more, but this is not the easiest place for it." She gestured at the Danger Room around them.
"Oh, yeah, you're probably right." Nica finished the water and hauled herself up onto her feet. "If we get too deep in conversation, next thing we know the room's throwing giant robots or anti mutant extremists or something at us. What's next on the list of tortures?"
"Well, we survived running while driven nuts with beeps." Sooraya grabbed the clipboard while the room suddenly shimmered around her. "So now I guess we get to run in circles with obstacles? And hope we don't turn an ankle?"
Nica groaned and stuck out her hand to pull Sooraya up. "C'mon then, Dust. Race you to the finish?"