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Happening just a bit before this. In which Haroun gets his unofficial welcome to the X-Men...

It's All Coming Up Roses!
Sunday afternoon, training session, Danger Room.

Leaning on the door to the Danger Room, Alison ruthlessly repressed a smirk, checking yet again that she had in fact got every spot of her skin that peeked through the suit. Yep, she had. La la la, let's pretend nothing's up now. Of course, the best way to do this was actually to be busy, so she indulged in a few stretches, warming up for the training session ahead. Double team, flyer and non-flyer. And well – she knew about the rest.

Haroun walked in from the Men's Locker Room, dressed up in his X-Men leathers. "So you're the other half of this exercise?" he said with some amusement. "This should be fun."

Fun was not the word. Alison grinned up at him, tugging her modified gloves on before bouncing on her feet experimentally. Yep, warmed up nicely. "I am indeed, the other half. Practice details mention something about a course obstacle, mainly. That's all I got, though."

Haroun shrugged. "I figured it was going to be a game of tag, like these things usually are. Maybe somebody's got some robots for us to smash or something instead?"

"Fun for us, but hard on the robots," Alison commented, pressing her code and ticking the training tab on the smart pad by the door once they were inside. Something started to whir in the room, equipment settling into place smoothly. Watching the countdown on the smart pad, she grinned a bit. "And costly. I figure this will be something I can't laser easily. Lately it's been about the 'don't shoot anything in sight' stuff for me."

Haroun quirked both his eyebrows, and decided to pre-empt things just slightly by getting airborns. The jetpack slid smoothly out of his back, and he took to the air with a wash of flame and the stink of harsh chemicals.

With a gleeful last look at the nearly done countdown, Alison trotted in deeper into the room, stepping aside as a block rose from the floor, providing 'cover' for the training session as it were, it seemed. Soon the place was reminiscent of a maze, with multiple levels of blocks. She knew exactly what would happen next of course, but it only made sense to get some actual training in first.

As expected, slots suddenly snapped open in various locations – ceiling, walls, floor – from which bright sparks were emitted. Dummy bullets, following the motions in the room, attempting to strike either she or Haroun. With a cheerful sounding 'eep!' she rolled to the side and started scurrying through the maze, doing her best to avoid being taken out too soon.

Haroun did an aerial dance that would give a computer tracker a blown fuse. He ducked, weaved, and flew in intricate patterns, trying to not only avoid the bullet-fire but draw it away from Alison, to let her run the gamut while he drew fire.

The blinking panel at the end of the gauntlet bleeped tauntingly at Alison, even as a wall slammed up into place, nearly placing her into a nasty crossfire. Running up wall just enough to give herself the needed impetus for a flip, she turned and ran back the other way as soon as she'd landed, grinning cheerfully. Asgard has so helped with the healing process for her leg and it was so nice to be able to rely on her body to do what it was supposed to do. "Wheee!" snickering to herself she paused a brief moment to send a streamer of light upwards, neatly catching a wall of 'bullets' heading for Haroun, before ducking into a small tunnel to squirm towards the other side.

Haroun took a few minor hits - nothing substantive, but they stung and really, really irritated him. Grinning, he flew as close to the barrels as he dared, letting the flame of his power warp the barrels out of true, causing them to detonate on their next shot. Indulging in a little primal scream therapy, he yelled at the top of his lungs as he flew across the Danger Room, dodging gunfire and quite clearly having the time of his life.

Alison rolled on her back and grinned she spotted him after she squirmed out of the pseudo trench. The opening wasted no time in snapping shut on her heels before the floor moved again, ejecting her into the air for a brief moment, allowing her to land and head off towards the switch again. She leap up, pulling herself over a new wall and landed on the other side, chuckling a bit to herself in quiet glee – pushing that switch would yield an interesting result, yes.

Dodging through another closing hallway Alison sprinted for the remaining few feet, slapping the 'win' switch with a smug 'Ha!' before immediately whirling around to spot Haroun in the air.

The guns clicked and whirred almost ominously, pausing for a few seconds although still tracking Haroun.

Haroun landed with a wash of flame, grinning at Alison and extending his hand to her. "Not a bad run, if I do say so myself." he grinned.

She grinned at him cheerfully, thankful she'd anticipated that particular possibility. "Not bad at all. Of course..." she tilted her head to the side, keeping a grip on his hand for a moment longer. "Sometimes, things aren't really over, y'know? Two, one..." As though keyed to her words, the guns sprang to life once more, streamers of various bright and not particularly matching colors suddenly streaking through the air towards the both of them.

Haroun took to the air as quickly as he could, ripping his hand free and kicking his power to life. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled at Alison as he tried to put some distance between himself and the gobs of whatever being shot at him.

Shoulders shaking with laughter, Alison watched him fly off, the guns somehow tracking him with far more accuracy now, beeping warnings in the walls warning him when he got too close in his run for safety. The sweet smell of roses soon started wafting through the room as he burned through the silly string too, drawing a few very earnest snickers from her as she started to make a beeline for the exit across the now clear floor. "Welcome to the team!" she caroled out loud once she neared the door, turning to lean back on it to look at him one last time before considering an escape.

Haroun was almost too busy laughing to continue dodging the silly-string globules. But turnabout was fair play, so he banked a hard turn and started flying back towards Alison - thus drawing fire towards both of them. "Did you think I was born yesterday?"

"Eeeep!" It was only fair to play in after all and besides, this looked like fun, so Alison tapped the reset screen and headed right back into the reviving maze, cackling far too enthusiastically. "Catch me if you can!"

Haroun laughed loudly as he followed Alison into the maze, grounding himself so that he could try stealth as opposed to speed. He headed into the maze, trying to find a path that would intercept hers.

She was laughing too hard at this point to be a real challenge although she did give it her best, sticking to the narrow passage ways or tunnels which took shape, snickering as the floor started to get slippery from all the silly string slowly accumulating.

Haroun stepped carefully around the silly string, following the sound of the giggles. Finally, he spotted his prey up ahead, leaning against a wall and laughing silently.

Silly string was draped around her shoulders and staining her boots nearly up to her knees, but other than that Alison was relatively un-stringed, trying to stifle her giggles while wrinkling her nose at the smell of rose now very much permeating the room. It was only far too late when she realized Haroun had found her.

Haroun grinned, and reached out to grab Alison, tackling her to the ground right into a largest pile of silly string on the ground. "HAH!" he said as he wrestled her to the ground, right into the silly string. "Two can play at this game!"

She did not see wise to inform him that only one would see the results later on though, and instead proceeded to smear as much of the silly string on him as she could manage, laughing the entire time.