Kane and Angel (Backdated)
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xp_logsKane puts Angel through her paces in the Danger Room. They also make plans for a Costco run. Backdated to Sept. 26.
"Let's gooooooooooo!" Angel said, tugging her boots on and making sure they were secure before hopping off the bench. She had let Kane set the DR simulation so she had no idea what to expect, but she was sure she was going to be working her butt off. And she couldn't wait.
"Hey Kane, you ready?"
"Yeah, yeah. I haven't put these things on in ages." Kane said, finally stepped into the antichamber in his leathers. He touched the door and as they slid open, a massive panorama of a futuristic New York cityscape unfolded before them. Lanes of flying cars and massive advertising screens choked the canyons between the towering skyscrapers while high speed mass transit ripped through the surface street. He reached out, his hand surrounded by the familiar golden glow of the DR interface and tapped a button. "Basic time trial. We each need to pass through out assigned coloured gates, starting here at Battery Park, all the way to Central Park. Your gates are red, mine are blue. Some obstecles can be retrac6ed by hitting targets while on the move. The trial continues until we both reach the last gate."
"All righty." Angel clapped her hands together, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She looked around, noting the flying cars that would probably make flying a little more difficult, the street traffic, the big advertising boards...
Man the Danger Room was good at detail.
A bell rang, signaling for the course to begin, and Angel took off into the sky. She spotted a red gate and flew at it.
Meanwhile, Kane was on the ground, racing through the choked streets, being forced to abandon the sidewalk for a parkour over cars, kiosks and other obstacles to keep up, passing through a blue gate as he did so. "You keeping up, Angel?"
"Sure am!" Angel said, diving to fly through the gate and immediately jerking to the side to avoid a kid on a hoverboard. "Oops, pedestrians."
She shot back up into the air, eyes darting around, taking in everything around her. "How're you doing?"
Kane shot through a gate, hit badly and rolled while shearing off a digital ad hologram projector for the release of 'Ozampic: The Movie' from the top of a cab as he did. "Fine. Love courses meant for flyers." He said through gritted teeth as he got his feet under him and started to run again.
"Birds!" Angel yelped, doing a funny sort of barrel roll to avoid a flock of birds that were in her path. She saw a flash of red while upside down and quickly reoriented herself, scanning the area again and finding it between two trees. She also noticed a few dead, smoking birds plummeting to the ground. "Oops. RIP birdies."
"If the X-Men don't work out, you can get a job making those rotisserie chickens at Costco." Kane joked but as he passed by, he had to admit the roasted pignon smelled pretty good.
"Damn it, now I want chicken." Angel dipped down to fly through the second gate, then went back up into the air. "Wanna go to Costco with me after this?"
"Only if we get the big boxes of O'Henry bars."
"Deal." Angel was momentarily distracted as she flew past another ad and nearly hit a car. "I'm sorry did that Squid Games season twenty-two?"
"I keep missing all calamari based streaming content." Kane took a couple of big steps and launched himself high, grabbing a passing streetlamp and gaining some distance.
"There isn't enough calamari in it, honestly. I might enjoy it more if there was." Angel tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Squid Games would be an awesome name for a show like Great British Bake Off but for seafood instead of baked goods. Maybe not British, though. I'm not saying the Brits don't have good seafood, I'm sure they do. But that feels like something someone in the norther part of the US would do."
"British and American calamari is generally breaded to death." Kane said, launching himself and clearing another gate. "You're falling behind."
"Ope!" Angel yelped and sped up, scanning the skies and ground for her next gate. She found it between two trees and dove. "I'll have to think more about my award-winning show later!"
"You need to focus on east or west coast locations to focus." Kane hit the next two gates at speed, finding his feet and moving quickly. "You're lagging, Angel. I'm going to start coming up with offensive nicknames if you don't get it together."
Angel gasped as if offended, putting a hand to her heart. "Offensive nicknames? You wouldn't!"
She flew up higher again to search out the next gate and soared through it, rolling out of the way of another oncoming flock of birds. She saw the next gate out of the corner of her eye and banked left to hit it as well.
"I mean, nothing explicit but certainly embarrassing. Like 'Flaming Ass' for your new codename." Kane passed a gate, looked up, and saw both of them neck and neck heading for the final gate.
"I'll show you Flaming Ass," Angel grumbled. Her gaze locked onto the last gate, then flicked down to Kane, gauging how fast he was moving. Then she dove down, pushing herself as hard as she could to get ahead and into Kane's range of vision. Flames sprung to life around her, covering her body like a fiery coat, as she flew through the last gate.
Kane came through the gate a heartbeat behind her, landing and taking a dozen running steps to slow down. "In honour of your victory, I will not make the joke about if there's anyone in the mansion you haven't shown your flaming ass to." He said with a grin. "Good run, Jones. You still got it when it counts."
Angel did a little victory dance, letting the flames around her flicker away. "I'm only as good as my teacher," she said with a wink. "So... Costco?"
"I will pay for the hotdogs." Kane said with a grin.
"Let's gooooooooooo!" Angel said, tugging her boots on and making sure they were secure before hopping off the bench. She had let Kane set the DR simulation so she had no idea what to expect, but she was sure she was going to be working her butt off. And she couldn't wait.
"Hey Kane, you ready?"
"Yeah, yeah. I haven't put these things on in ages." Kane said, finally stepped into the antichamber in his leathers. He touched the door and as they slid open, a massive panorama of a futuristic New York cityscape unfolded before them. Lanes of flying cars and massive advertising screens choked the canyons between the towering skyscrapers while high speed mass transit ripped through the surface street. He reached out, his hand surrounded by the familiar golden glow of the DR interface and tapped a button. "Basic time trial. We each need to pass through out assigned coloured gates, starting here at Battery Park, all the way to Central Park. Your gates are red, mine are blue. Some obstecles can be retrac6ed by hitting targets while on the move. The trial continues until we both reach the last gate."
"All righty." Angel clapped her hands together, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She looked around, noting the flying cars that would probably make flying a little more difficult, the street traffic, the big advertising boards...
Man the Danger Room was good at detail.
A bell rang, signaling for the course to begin, and Angel took off into the sky. She spotted a red gate and flew at it.
Meanwhile, Kane was on the ground, racing through the choked streets, being forced to abandon the sidewalk for a parkour over cars, kiosks and other obstacles to keep up, passing through a blue gate as he did so. "You keeping up, Angel?"
"Sure am!" Angel said, diving to fly through the gate and immediately jerking to the side to avoid a kid on a hoverboard. "Oops, pedestrians."
She shot back up into the air, eyes darting around, taking in everything around her. "How're you doing?"
Kane shot through a gate, hit badly and rolled while shearing off a digital ad hologram projector for the release of 'Ozampic: The Movie' from the top of a cab as he did. "Fine. Love courses meant for flyers." He said through gritted teeth as he got his feet under him and started to run again.
"Birds!" Angel yelped, doing a funny sort of barrel roll to avoid a flock of birds that were in her path. She saw a flash of red while upside down and quickly reoriented herself, scanning the area again and finding it between two trees. She also noticed a few dead, smoking birds plummeting to the ground. "Oops. RIP birdies."
"If the X-Men don't work out, you can get a job making those rotisserie chickens at Costco." Kane joked but as he passed by, he had to admit the roasted pignon smelled pretty good.
"Damn it, now I want chicken." Angel dipped down to fly through the second gate, then went back up into the air. "Wanna go to Costco with me after this?"
"Only if we get the big boxes of O'Henry bars."
"Deal." Angel was momentarily distracted as she flew past another ad and nearly hit a car. "I'm sorry did that Squid Games season twenty-two?"
"I keep missing all calamari based streaming content." Kane took a couple of big steps and launched himself high, grabbing a passing streetlamp and gaining some distance.
"There isn't enough calamari in it, honestly. I might enjoy it more if there was." Angel tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Squid Games would be an awesome name for a show like Great British Bake Off but for seafood instead of baked goods. Maybe not British, though. I'm not saying the Brits don't have good seafood, I'm sure they do. But that feels like something someone in the norther part of the US would do."
"British and American calamari is generally breaded to death." Kane said, launching himself and clearing another gate. "You're falling behind."
"Ope!" Angel yelped and sped up, scanning the skies and ground for her next gate. She found it between two trees and dove. "I'll have to think more about my award-winning show later!"
"You need to focus on east or west coast locations to focus." Kane hit the next two gates at speed, finding his feet and moving quickly. "You're lagging, Angel. I'm going to start coming up with offensive nicknames if you don't get it together."
Angel gasped as if offended, putting a hand to her heart. "Offensive nicknames? You wouldn't!"
She flew up higher again to search out the next gate and soared through it, rolling out of the way of another oncoming flock of birds. She saw the next gate out of the corner of her eye and banked left to hit it as well.
"I mean, nothing explicit but certainly embarrassing. Like 'Flaming Ass' for your new codename." Kane passed a gate, looked up, and saw both of them neck and neck heading for the final gate.
"I'll show you Flaming Ass," Angel grumbled. Her gaze locked onto the last gate, then flicked down to Kane, gauging how fast he was moving. Then she dove down, pushing herself as hard as she could to get ahead and into Kane's range of vision. Flames sprung to life around her, covering her body like a fiery coat, as she flew through the last gate.
Kane came through the gate a heartbeat behind her, landing and taking a dozen running steps to slow down. "In honour of your victory, I will not make the joke about if there's anyone in the mansion you haven't shown your flaming ass to." He said with a grin. "Good run, Jones. You still got it when it counts."
Angel did a little victory dance, letting the flames around her flicker away. "I'm only as good as my teacher," she said with a wink. "So... Costco?"
"I will pay for the hotdogs." Kane said with a grin.
