xp_logs | Angelo and Moira (Reply)

They have an initial powers training session - just assessment of his limits, for now.

After classes, Angelo made his way down to the basement, to the door leading into the restricted areas, where Moira had told him to meet her. True to her word, he found her waiting by the doors, and smiled at her as he approached. "Hey."

Moira smiled back. "'ey yerself. Got down 'ere much faster than I 'ad thought ye would. Excited?" Her tone was teasing, though and she gestured towards the Danger Room area. "'ere we are. Any ideas o' wha' ye wanted ta work on?"

Angelo thought, and answered, "Well, I haven't really done much with it 'cept learn to pull it back in. So... how far it goes, how much I can lift with it... that kind of thing."

She nodded and made a few notes on her clip board. "Tha'll be fairly easy then. Nay runnin' th' robots for ye. At least nay yet. There's weights in th' room, though, tha'll work for wha' ye need right now."

He grinned. "Sounds good. What do you use the robots for?"

"Explosions," she said, wryly, thinking of her erstwhile boyfriend. "'ow much can ye normally lift, without usin' yer powers?"

"Without?" He thought, trying to figure it out. "I've never measured it, really. 'Bout what you'd expect for someone my weight, I guess..."

Moira made a few more scratches on her pad and then nodded. "We'll start out wit' tha', then, aye?" She gestured. "After ye."

He walked into the room ahead of her, looking around with interest. He'd never been down here before.

"Aye, this is th' exaulted Danger Room. I've seen more injuries come out o' 'ere..." She sighed and grinned. "Th' weights are set up, away ye go."

"Without powers first?" he asked, heading over to the weights.

"Aye, best way ta do it, gives me a good place ta start."

He nodded and began lifting them in turn, starting logically with the smallest.

Moira watched silently, eyes flickering between him and the notes she was writing. Every few minutes, she would add more weight on until it seemed like he was going to drop the entire thing on his head. "Ready ta switch over ta powers?" she asked.

He grinned, putting down the weight he was holding, flexing his fingers and stretching out strands from his fingertips. "Sure thing." And he began the sequence again, but without using his actual hands this time.

She watched carefully. It was harder for him this time, he became tired much faster this way. She stopped several weights before she had with the last set. "Ye alright?"

He answered through gritted teeth. "Hurts more this way. 'Cause there's less to support the weights, I think, an' there's friction."

"Makes sense. Can ye go anymore?"

"Little bit, maybe. Not sure."

"Dinnae push it. I dinnae want ta explain ta th' staff why I let ye drop tha' much weight on yer 'ead." Moira watched as Angelo sat up, wiping the sweat from his face. Quietly, she handed over a bottle of gatorade and a towel.

He took them with a nod of thanks, wiping his face then taking a deep drink from the bottle. "So how'd I do? Wasn't keepin' track."

"Well, ye were pushin' 180 pounds when ye werenae usin' yer powers," she replied, eyeing her notes. "Barely, ta, tha's when ye nearly dropped th' fool thin' on yer 'ead. Powers it was about 130, 140 an' tha' _was_ pushin' it."

Angelo nodded, rather pleased with that. "So now we know. I think maybe I could get higher with powers, if there was less friction..."

"Somethin' ta work on, at least. Be careful, though, I'm nay sure wha' ye would break if somethin' went wron'."

Angelo chuckled. "Definitely. I'm not even sure how this works."

"Glad ye decided ta join up for this, then." Moira rubbed her neck. "Now, for th' second thin' ye wanted ta try..."

"How far it goes, you mean? I was meanin' to bring somethin' up about that - I think the burns from before've cut it down, but Shinobi an' Nathan thought you could maybe do somethin' about that."

She thought about that, flipping through her memory of his injuries. "It would make sense tha' it would go down after such an injury. 'ave ye worked much wit' it since ye were burned?"

"Not all that much", he answered a little sheepishly. "Haven't really needed to, much. An' it hurt to try for quite awhile."

"We're goin' ta start slowly then," Moira said firmly. "Stretch until it 'urts an' measure it. Do tha' for a few times an' then we call it a day. Burns affect any skin badly an' wit' yer mutation bein' wit' yer skin, I can see why it would affect it tha' badly."

Angelo nodded. "Slow's probably a good idea." He started to do as she'd suggested, stretching out a little at a time as she watched.

After a while, Moira put a stop to it and gently clapped Angelo on the shoulder. "Tha's enough for today, lad. Nay need ta wear yerself out quite so badly or else I'll 'ave Paige lookin' at me all bewildered an' such. Take it easy wit' yer powers but work on them in small doses until our next session, aye?"

He nodded again and retracted the skin, moving slowly towards the door. "Sure. I'll keep practisin'."