Neena momentarily forgot that she was cloaked, and began muttering aloud to herself as she finished up her note taking. All in all, in her opinion, the present group had much potential. Quite a bit of training would be needed in various aspects, but still a positive turnout. She had a few issues that she'd like to present to Tricity, Fade and Deathstar, but nothing drastic.

Still cloaked, she headed back up to the Observation Room, becoming visible again once standing behind the Headmistress. She set her board down on the console.

"So?" she asked with a wide grin. "Now that the group smash 'n' bash is over, what's next? Individual testing? Strategy? Endurance? Obstacle course run? You know I make a fairly decent moving target," she added, only paritially teasing.

Naomi in the last seconds of the fight had made her way into the alcove, but found her view blocked by most of the fighters. While in there, she felt kind of useless. not really sure what to do, but mostely sorry she wasn't any help to anyone.

She tried to help ted, but she had very little first aid experience, and had simply stood over him, unsure what to do, and feeling useless. She watched as Deja consentrated over him, and was amazed to see the wound close up. Deja however passed out afterwords.

"Wow, she's really amazing. I would have passed out long befor she would have thats for sure. It's good to know that someone in the group can treat wounds."

Naomi picked her up gently, and moved her over to one of the benches were she could be more comfortable. Afterwords, she moved out into the scrap littered street. She could have sworn she had heard a woman whispering to herself, and then heard a door open a close somewhere. She didn't worrie about it though. Instead, she began to play with the sea of scrap metal. She lowered the density of it to that of air, and kick a peice in front of her gentle. She gigled as an entire section of the scrap seemed to react to the movement, and begin floating in odd directions, almost like they had all become boyant.

Daisake Was buried under the Debris of the building that fell. All that could be seen at first was a large piece of the building being lifted up in the air. he tossed it to his side dusting most of himself off. It had appeared his was forgotted about in the whole plan thing. So much for team work he thought. He walked slowly over to the others as they regrouped in the same place.

"Well I take it we are done with that part" He said kinda angered at what just happened, yet dai didnt let it bother him to much, just next time he needed to be more into the plan as the others where

((But really i dont think not one person mentioned him in the post. Even though i stood next to slate fighting.. ~_~ Maybe you did It was alot of posting))

Fade smiled as Tricity sat down and welcomed her to the session. "Hello, this is quite an interesting bunch that we have here. I don't know all of them, but they seem quite talented." She wheeled her chair around to see Quinn and raised an eyebrow. She did not recognize him, but figured that he was there to watching since he remained seated. "Hello, I am Fade." She nodded her head before turning back to the session reviewing stations.

Her pen clicked until she was able to access the ink. Leaning forward, she wrote more notes about the mutants and their abilities and smiled when Neena went down to get a closer look. "By all means." She waved her hand before writing down quite a few more notes. When the session ended, she continued to write down notes, evalutating each one by their ability in team work, individual ability, motivation, concerns, and some one their behavior that Fade had noticed around the mansion in different times of non-combative moments, their true personality. The ones that she had known she liked and the ones that she didn't, she had heard of. It was going to be a tough decision but it would need to be made with in a timely manner.

She grabbed the god mic and made an announcement. "You have a thirty minute break in which time you can come up here and grab something to eat or drink, use the restroom, rest, recooperate. I want everyone to recover before the next session." She clicked it off, took a sip of her coffee and then continued on her notes. She needed to see a little more, just a little bit.

((OOC1: Just post you going on break if you wish, but we do need to wrap this up, so I am going to end this soon. Please post once to this and then we will end this thread and make our decisions.))

Once everyone was back inside, Fade grabbed the mic and spoke again. "Alright, so I have seen what you are like in battle, now this session is meant to target your ability. Since we have them on file, the computer will know who you are and how best to test your individual power. It will start out easy and then gradually get harder. When you say 'end', your specific program will end, say that when you reach difficulties or feel that you cannot face anything more. Remember, I am more concerned about you as a mutant with a good ability and a good heart, not how many pounds each of you can bench press. No ability is less useful than another. Just do your best." She ended the mic session and then pressed a few buttons, toggled a few switches and typed in some info before the session began. No new scene, just a silver room, but each trainee was secluded and facing their program. Let the games begin.

((OOC2: Now, what I want here, let's say that Fade was out there: Fade has the ability to turn invisible and to phase through things. So, her first will be to turn invisible, next she could turn multiple items invisible until she could not longer. Then she would need to phase through something being tossed at her, then maybe some being thrown at her and gradually getting larger until she needs to phase within the shortest amount possible. If you are not sure how your character could do this, then please choose an area that you feel they need the most work on, say Fade needs more work on watching her surroundings, so many obstacles would attempt to catch her off her guard. Remember, one post, I don't care how long or short it is, so long as I see some creativity and have fun!))

((OOC3: Sorry for the short post and the 'just-tunning-in', I've been sick...still am...I will have to read in detail all of the posts again instead of skimming them.))

Michael took the offered break and used it to get to know everyone a bit better. When he came back in and heard the mutant power test he couldn’t hide his grin. Now this should be fun. He stepped up first to challenge. Stepping forward he stood on a platform. There were several large holes in the surrounding walls. Not sure what was going to happen Michael just waited.

A loud clunk was head followed by a whoosh as a bowling ball sized piece of rock was fired at him. He saw it coming and focused, causing the rock to slam into him and stop, dropping to the ground. Another clunk woosh was heard and he spun around to see where the rock was coming from. Finding it flying at him from the left he focused, but it was too late and the rock knocked him over. Getting back to his feet Michael realised his mistake in looking for the ball, and readied himself again.

Another clunk woosh and Michael didn’t even move, he just focused. The rock hit him and stopped, falling to the floor. The rocks started to fire in a more rapid series until he was continually being hit. He tried to keep his focus, but couldn’t stay like that forever. When one hit him in the face and fell down he smiled, losing his concentration and getting knocked over by several rocks.

Picking himself up he saw that the environment had changed. There were now three targets behind him and opposite him what looked like thee machine guns. He was standing directly between one of the targets and gun when a light above it came on and it fired. The bullets hit him in the chest, knocking him back slightly, but not hitting the target. Michael got the idea, defend the targets.

The one to the right lit up and he moved in front of the target, blocking the bullets. Then the far left lit and he dashed over, getting there in time. The centre lit and he moved to block. After the first thirty seconds or so the rate of fire began to increase, and Michael was pushed to get block. Soon enough he could just get his hand to block the out targets. Eventually it became too much and the left hand target was shredded by machine gun fire.

Breathing heavily Michael returned to the group, out of breath, but pleased with his performance. Grinning at everyone he asked, “So whose next?”

As they were awaiting something else to happen a voice came out over the intercom system. They were told that they had a thirty minute break and to get themselves set for the next session. The group was offered the chance to eat, drink and even take a restroom break.

Ali didn't think much of the session they had just finished. She could've handled all those robots all by herself she thought, but she knew it was a team effort and so she let the others do their thing while she helped out here and there.

During the break time the redhead tried to get to know some of the others as well as giving words of encouragement and praise. They were definately a group that had alot of possibilities and capabilities. There probably wasn't much they couldn't accomplish if they all worked a bit more on the team work concept.

When the next session started Ali got her minor talents out of the way. First, she rose up above the floor and hovered a bit then she flew around doing some aerial acrobats. When she landed she created a three foot flame in the palm of her hand and then threw it into the air. She manipulated the flame into her trademark as the flame took the form of a raven and flew around before landing on Ali's shoulder. At that point she disipated the fire causing the bird to vanish. For her next trick she raised the temperature of the room while lowering her body temperature until they were equal. If Fade and the others had some kind of thermal imaging cameras then Ali was completely invisible to it at this point. Feeling that her little tricks were now complete she was ready to move on.

Multiple flamethrowers slide out of the walls and blasted Ali. The woman merely stood there as her hair was blown around a bit but otherwise nothing happened to her. The flamethrowers stopped and went back into the walls. Next a steel plate lowered down infront of her. Ali approached the piece of metal and concentrated as she pointed at the steel and a flame shot forth from her fingertip. The flames licked the steel but as she concentrated more the flame became more focused. She had turned her index finger into a torch. Focusing a bit more and she was now cutting through the steel plate until it was cut in half.

When the steel had been removed she was suddenly blasted by supercold. The room quickly began to frost over and the air started to freeze. Ali fought back by creating a a heated bubble around herself, but the cold wasn't to be pushed back so easily. It only increased it's rate of freezing the room. Ali had to use more and more concentration to keep her bubble surrounding her from collapsing. The cold pressed on and it was starting to uspet the fiery tempered woman.

Eventually it got to a point when Ali was having flashbacks of when the ice had encased her during Iris' episode. She didn't like being encased in a block of ice then and she certainly wasn't goin to let it happen again. Ali focused hard as the anger built up inside her she began to glow until finally she created an explosion that rocked the room but stopped the freeze attack. Doing that always drained her.

Ali exited the Danger Room and gave the reviewing members a thumbs up and a smile as she caught her breath. "I hope I put on a good show."

Ted sat up suddenly, not sure what had awoken him. He then realised that he wasn't in pain anymore, and that he was in fact completly healed. He looked around, and realised that there were no more robots. "So I missed it?" He grinned up at the mutants gathered in the alcove, and then Fade's voice came over the mic. "We get a break? Thankyou so much." He got up, now a little stiff due to sitting down after being active for such a time, and left the danger room. He asked around, and found out who had healed him. He also found out that she was asleep. He made a mental note to thank Deja, and then round two started.

Individual challenges? Cool. He didn't think that he had been much of a 'team player' during the last one, so he should be pretty good at this. Now the danger room was just a smaller, silver room. He saw a timer appear, and wondered what it was for. He didn't wonder for long, as he got hit by a large and painful jolt of electricity. At the same time, the timer started.

He opened his eyes, and found himself in his wasteland. He then realised what the timer was for, and started attacking the padlock with a will. It was now significantly smaller, and he didn't seem to take very long before it opened and he burst out. He opened his eyes, and saw that the timer had stopped when he moved. He expected it to be under a minute; it said 1:57. Two minutes? Damn. Not so good. Then the next part started.

An assault course came up. He smirked when he saw that it was the same one that he had tackled earlier. He remembered the time for his last one, two minutes and three seconds. He guessed that he had to beat that time. This guess was reinforced when he saw the timer set to 2:03. He started straight away.

He hit the beams, and was up and over them in no time. He cleared the six foot wall without touching it, and was across the monkey bars like... well... a monkey. He cleared the pit without breaking stride, and didn't even notice the log. He did a dead sprint for the whole thirty metres, and leapt a good fifteen feet up the A-frame. He latched on to the net, and was soon at the top. He jumped down, landing heavily, rolled, and continued running. He leapt up, and landed standing on the twelve foot wall. He jumped down, and hit the ground running. He sprinted across the finish, and then dropped to his knees, breathing heavily.

He looked up the timer, it read 0:12. That meant he'd done it in one minute and fifty two seconds. Nice. A door opened at the side, and he guseed that his round was over. He went up to the observation room, and grinned. Well, tried to. He made a mental note to practise smiling without looking so fearsome. Then again, looking fearsome with every facial expression couldn't be that much of a bad thing. He looked down at some of the others, and noticed Michael getting shot at by machine guns. He then noticed the machine guns ripping apart a target, and guessed that he had just reached his limit.

Ted gave Michael a pat on the back as he came up, ripping a hole in Michael's shirt. Ah well, he probably didn't notice, and his clothes are tattered enough as is. Then Ted considered the question of doing something about his furriness. He then shrugged, wasn't like he was going to leave it all over the place. he'd detransform when he slept, or when the pain stopped. He feet still tingled, which meant that the jolt through the floor would probably still be hurting enough to prevent him from walking. Good thing he can ignore pain so well.

After all, a werewolf isn't nearly as scary when he's hunting you in a wheelchair.

Deja stretched, when she noticed she'd been resting for a while. She looked around, noticing everyone up. Even though she was sleep, she heard what she had to do. She quickly made her way into the danger room and started to take a deep breath. "Okay, here I go." She then decided to change it up abet from her usual G.I jane trick. She then began concentrating, getting ready for her warmup. She created butterflies everywhere around the room to get her filling good. Then, she decided to concentrate on putting on music. She started playing, from her mind without a radio, some hip techno music. "Here I go.’’ Firstly, she started doing acrobatics around the room. Handsprings and cartwheels, going with the rhythm. Then she knew, she had to be more creative. She then started concentrating. She then began floating in the air, dancing. She began to chuckle because now was getting loose. She even waved her hand and created fireworks, of a heart. It appeared in the air. She quickly went up, very high, and dropped on her feet perfectly.

First round, of tricks were complete, and she was a little tired, but, could still go on. She then decided to go a bit more challenging. She then created the room, full of blue sparkles. Next, she, started, concentrating, on her last trick. She quickly, started, walking on the wall, dancing around, backwards. That’s, when she noticed, lasers, appear. "I wasn’t, aware this was going to happen!" Deja quickly jumped off the roof. All of a sudden, she lost focus. "Shit!" All the decorations were gone. She then, started, trying to get away from the lasers. She quickly, noticed, all of the lasers pointing, at her face. As well as five, machines. She did what any girl would do. She screamed. All of a sudden, all the machines and lasers broke. She quickly was out of breath. She then smiled, noticing Fade. She then went out of the room and went over to everyone. "Good luck!"

((ooc: ...I apologize most sincerely for the length of this.))

Calley spent twenty minutes arguing with himself, and ten minutes shoving his face with the yummy edibles the teachers were providing in the observation room. Somewhere along the lines, he’d borrowed a spare set of jeans and a white T-shirt, and filled out a New Resident Form, complete with “I can heal and turn into a tiger, whoot!” information. He didn’t really speak to anyone much, outside of his head. The ten minutes of eating was marked by much negotiation.

Okay. So it’s agreed, then—we’re not going to screw each other over during this.

So long as certain members of our psyche do not play at stubborness.

...Go stubborn yourself, Slate.

That makes very little sense.

It’s the thought that counts.

He munched in front of the windows looking down, so that even if he wasn’t payin’ much attention to the individualized tests, someone back at Mondragon Labs could. Finally, after twenty-seven minutes of painstaking and highly technical negotiation, his brain agreed:

...Uncle?

Uncle. It’s what yah say when you give.

...Charming.

They could fight each other for control, if they needed to. But that took awhile. And there was no guarantee who would win. And, of course, Hunter could say the trigger word through their collar, and force them to switch. But Hunter wasn’t known for being a spectacular judge of what was right for Calley’s powers. So they’d made their own trigger word: Uncle. Just say Uncle, and they’d be giving each other permission to flip places. It was a good idea in theory. In practice...

When Calley’s turn came up, he stepped into the room with a little grin. As long as he didn’t get hurt, there was absolutely no need for Slate to come out. Stupid show-off had gotten in a little too much airtime during round one, even if Calley was the only one who knew it. This round... was Calley’s turn.

The Danger Room seemed to ripple, and expand. Calley was suddenly standing on a wooden platform in front of a.... something. Obstacle course, maybe? But not a traditional one. Whoever had done a rush job of programming his statistics into this place had had themselves a bit of fun. Immediately in front of him was sort of a forest of poles—they were perfectly straight, about an inch in diameter, and about ten feet high. There was about a foot and a half of space between each of them, and they were set up so that the furthest he could run without having to change directions again was that same foot and a half. He had mentioned agility on his form. Heh. He shimmied to the top of the nearest one, and looked out over the top of the pole forest. It went on for maybe twenty feet. After that, there was... an awesome knock-off of those moving platforms from the Super Mario Brothers games. Whoot! After that...

He couldn’t see after that. There was a wall of fog. Curious. Yeah. A computerized voice filled the air: “This is a timed course. Your objective is to locate your target in the fog, and return it safely to the starting point. Begin at the signal.”

Calley looked up, at nothing in particular. “How do I tell what my target is?” He didn’t get an answer. What he got was a brief red flash of light, and a beep like an answering machine ready for a message. ...Well that must be the signal, then. Since Calley was already at the top of these little poles of theirs... He shimmied up until he could get his feet on top... stood very very carefully... (wobbled just a bit)... and hopped to the top of the next one. Woah! Balance balance balance... ha! He went for the next one, and the next. His feet were bare, and his arms were outstretched like he was playing at being an airplane. He made pretty good time across the top of the pole forest, though he had to think this wasn’t quite what the programmers had had in mind for him to do. Heh. ...Allow me to be embarrassed for the both of us. Calley did a little mid-air twirl as he jumped for the last pole. Just ‘cause he knew it would bug Slate.

And that’s about when he slipped, and fell ten feet straight to the ground. The whole way down, all he could think was that this really wasn’t so bad, except for the fact that the moment he hit the ground, and felt pain, Slate could quite easily take control. And there would be no more pointless, inefficient tricks, thank you. He picked himself up casually, not bothering to heal the various bruises the clutter had just earned them. They were nothing serious. And the pain kept Calley’s voices dimmed.

They had come to the moving platforms. Again, there was approximately ten feet from the platforms to the ground. They moved upon set courses, as far as he could tell, at varying speeds. They varied in size from ten feet square to less than a foot across. Intriguing. As the distance between them was clearly too much for a human, he required their tiger form. ...Wonderful.

Ha! Didn’t think that one through, didja? Didja, didja, didja?[/i]

With a mental sigh, Slate called Uncle. Calley was grinning as he shifted to tiger. The fact that Slate had kept control for less than twenty seconds was not nearly as amusing as the fact that Calley and his clutter kept control for less than three. Apparently, they had forgotten that they were still in pain. And pain was Slate’s realm. Did you miss me? Did you, did you?

...I hate you.[/i]

The Bengal tiger was purring discretely as it leapt for the first platform. Their claws found easy purchase. They simply waited for the next platform to coincide with their own, and then they leapt. They repeated this pattern with grace and efficiency, steadily approaching the fog without any difficulty of which to speak. Slate would have been disappointed, if he had any room for disappointment. His focus on the task at hand did not allow him such room.

Calley was the one who figured it out first. Slate didn’t realize why the clutter was snickering at the back of their mind until the platform they had just jumped to... speed them straight back to the beginning of the course. They dug their claws in to keep from being flung off by the high velocity. And they did look a bit windblown upon arrival. The platform stopped, as if to emphasize the point: you have to begin again. Slate looked out over the platform course, and felt... confusion. He was capable of confusion? That was interesting.

The platforms were changing their motion. Some still retained their lovely back-and-forth order, but others... followed no pattern that Slate could discern. Odd. He sat on his platform, head swinging back and forth, trying to make order out of this new chaos. The clutter at the back of his mind was clapping its hands gleefully. They knew Slate was far more reasonable than they themselves were, and they knew precisely what conclusion he was coming to, before he even arrived at it himself. Chaos. Chaos was the clutter’s realm. With a low growl, the tiger began pouncing from platform to platform with a sort of reckless, almost dancing energy. The new motions didn’t phase it in the least—it seemed to rather like them, picking the most erratic of the platforms and riding them like a cowboy on a bronco to its next jumping point. It was purring like thunder as it entered the fog.

Immediately, sight was lost to them. Calley padded forward silently, testing each step, testing each breath through their nose and over their tongue. Their ears swiveled in slow arcs to catch a hint of noise in the white blankness that blinded them. The platforms had ended now. As far as they could tell, this was solid ground that they were now walking on. A small eternity later, they broke from the fog into a small sphere of clear air. In the center, with a stitched-on grin on its face, lay a small cat rag doll. “Return your target safely to the starting point,” the computerized voice reminded them. Calley looked up, then back to the cat rag doll. Well, then. That must be it. Delicately, he padded over, and picked it up by its scruff. That’s about when the stealth ninja giant robots attacked. Wait, the what now--? Calley was still trying to figure that one out as he leapt out of the way. What the hell? They barely made a noise as they moved. They didn’t smell like a thing. They were easily three times his size. And one of them casually picked him up, and tossed him back into the fog. Calley hit the ground at a roll, protecting the rag doll as much as possible as his vision got stolen away from him by that impenetrable white. He skittered away from his landing spot, and crouched down, ears swiveling madly. That way... and that way... and that way. Three? Maybe more—the things were damn quiet. Calley backed slowly towards the platforms, and the end of the fog, keeping himself tense and ready to spring at any one of those noises. He never even heard the one that came out of the fog to his left, and picked him up by his throat. Well. This was familiar, wasn’t it? Out of sheer reflex, his body went limp.

This is not Hunter.

...It’ll go easier for us if we don’t fight.

This is not Hunter, Calley. Fight.

What a wonderful thing fighting would be. Calley couldn’t help but appreciate that delusion, as the robot’s grip on his throat became tighter. Slate was so cool like that. He still thought they could fight. All Calley wanted to do... was not get hurt. Uncle.

The tiger exploded out of the robot’s grip, tearing at it with four feet of claws, and breaking its own jaw with the force it put into crushing the thing’s mechanical skull. With a crick, it healed its shattered teeth, cracked jaw, painfully stretched muscles, and shredded claws. A tiger had never been made to destroy an enemy so thoroughly. Slate turned from the scrap heap with a flick of his tail, picked up the rag doll again, and leapt from the mist to the first of the platforms. The robots didn’t follow.

The birds, however, had been waiting. They dove from the sky in an orderly swarm, carefully aiming themselves so that no two of them targeted the same patch of skin along the tiger’s back as Slate curled himself defensively around the rag doll. The pain was... quite impressive, really. Such small wounds, so well coordinated, laid out in a geometric grid. Slate actually stumbled to his knees before he was able to heal himself. They had been no more than pinpricks; really, quite impressive. Slate watched the flock turning as one for another dive, and was filled with awe. Awe: really, such an interesting word. Derived from ‘awful’, if he did not miss his guess. He realized that he did not wish to repeat that experience. He leapt out of the flock’s way, onto the nearest available platform. It promptly began speeding back towards the fog. He jumped again—and began heading towards the flock. Again, and he was useless. Again, and he couldn’t sort out all of these directions. Again, and his single-tracked mind was quite overwhelmed: two potent threats in two directions, a target to return to the beginning of the course, and all of these platforms, moving without homage to order.

Uncle.

There was no response from the clutter.

...Calley?

The flock was diving again. His platform was heading towards the fog. There were three possible jumping options, but he could only focus on one of them at a time, and he could neither focus on the birds or the fog-bound robots while he did. Slate, at his very foundation, was only a single train of thought in Calley’s mind.

Calley--Uncle!

Slate focused on one of the platforms, and leapt. Mid-way through, the flock wheeled in front of his face. The rag doll was stolen from his mouth. The birds seemed to gaze at him condescendingly at he made his perfect landing. Then they wheeled off.

“Program ended. Time: seven minutes, fifty-seven seconds.” The danger room reverted to its normal blank state. Slate padded out the door and back to the observation room. There he lay down on the floor, panting heavily, and listening to the silence in their mind as the clutter did its best to tuck itself into a corner. His tail twitched irately. He did not enjoy being a mental cripple.

(oh dear god... I'm really sorry for writting this much... I couldn't stop myslef.)

Break? Food? Sweet!

Nail strived to be the first person into the observation room when the break was announced. There wasn't much in terms of variety when it came to food. Energy bars, power-aid, water, trail mix, sandwiches... more energy bars and power-aid...

This really didn't discourage him however. He stopped himself from ripping the food apart, seeing if anyone else was going to have any. Everyone else seemed to settle for an energy bar or water, a couple other people ate a few sandwiches. When everyone was done however, he went at it. Nail watched the matches from the observation room. In the time it took for Ted, Ali, and Shield to Michael to go trough, he had devoured 15 sandwiched and 15 power bars. He also downed three bottles of water and two power-aids. If anyone noticed his ravenous eating, he would just kind of smile... not really bothered by what the others thought.

When you gotta eat, you gotta eat...

When the others came back from their tests, he made sure to give them words of praise through mouthfuls of food. He had a little trouble talking to Ted however. He couldn't help it. The guy looked like he could rip someone’s head off at any moment. As much as Nail tried to tell himself that it wasn't the case, it really didn't help him calm down around him. (I've got to learn to get use to the unnatural... I am a freaking walking jewelry store after all...)

Now that the more confident people had gone first, Nail figured he would go next. Considering his powers weren't like anyone else's, he really didn't know what to expect. He walked into the room, and got prepared again, making his usual set of thin armor and weapons. This time instead of swords, he simply made two spikes, which formed out from his wrists.

He stood there for two very long seconds, and he wondered if the computer was having trouble finding a challenge for him. Then, two things happened simultaneously. One, the smell silver room suddenly extended to form a long corridor, and second, a small holographic screen appeared, with an image of the far end of the corridor. There was a door there. Across the screen words formed.

"Get across the obstacle course."

"Obstacle course? What obsti-"

As the words left his mouth, several sections of the floors and walls flipped, revealing sets of machine guns, slamming doors, pit falls, falling columns, and multiple sensors. Nails jaw fell slightly. The holographic screen suddenly became black, and 00,00,00.00 flashed, and his seconds began counting.

"Great..."

Nail didn't waste any time, he jogged to the first obstacle, which was a set off metal doors which opened and slammed shut, far too quickly for him to pass through. Forming a kind of cylinder with his arm, he placed it in between the slamming doors, and slipped through, nearly losing his foot in the process. Now that his heart rate was up, he was getting a little more in gear. He felt that maybe he could pull this off. Or he did, until he realized he had twelve or so gun turn and train on him. The load clicked sound they made in unison as they self loaded nearly made him wet himself. He acted fast, got low, and formed two semi-circle shields which protruded from his back and covered his sides like folded wings. It actually would have looked very pretty if he wasn't dashing across the floor like a madman looking quite silly. The guns where actually only shooting rubber balls, at him, which bounced off his, shields easily, but unfortunately, Nail didn't notice.

"I guess that kinda worked out well."

Looking ahead, he was faced with a series of wall like blades, which where swinging from the sealing like pendulums of death,

"Oh come on!"

Nail lost time standing in front of the obstacle, trying to find a smart was through. He realized there was a laser which was on the ceiling where he stood, and multiple sensors lining the walls between the slashing gates. Nail placed his hand on the ground, and formed a pillar below the laser.

"Hope this works..."

The laser was redirected within the column, and he could see hundred of little red dots. He tried to focus on how his column refracted it, and change its shape to get it where he wanted it to go. He watched and focused as the dots slowely began to move, and he forced on of them to line up with the first sensor. Then another, and another. Every time he lined up a laser with a sensor, one of the several doors retracted into the ceiling. Be the time he was done however, his time was nearly 6 minutes and 20 seconds. Nail passed through the cleared way quickly. Now the only obstacle left was a corridor lined with guns, and a narrow bridge across a deep pitfall, which lead to the door.

"OK, that’s it!"

Slamming his foot on the bridge, a layer of diamond slicked across in. Nail formed a suit of armor while the guns charged up, which kept his joints movable, and provided him protection.

"Let’s rock!"

Nail began to shoot down his layer of diamond like a skater. He formed daggers as he went, ignoring the shots the bounced off his diamond. He tossed his blades at the guns, and snapped his fingers. The explosions the blades created were enough to reduce most of the guns to scrap.

"Woooohoooo!"

Nails speed was astounding. He absorbed the diamond as he went, and formed blade after blade. They weren’t the most accurate shots ever throw, but they embedded themselves well into the walls, and the explosion did the rest of the work. When he reached the end of the line, he fell forward roughly, rolled, got to his feet, and got through the door, slamming it shut behind him. In the room, the holographic screen floated, rather close to his face, blinking 00,07,28.32, as if trying to tell him it wasn't good enough. He stepped around it however, and walked through another set of doors to find him self back in the observation room, where after catching his breath he fell into a chair and rested.

"That’s all I got..."

Now it was Naomi's turn. She had been sitting waiting her turn, and letting others go first. She was one of the few who had gotten back to the observation room relatively fresh and unspent. She was still full of energy, and now she really wanted to get into the rooms and have some fun. She just hoped it was as fun as it looked, and hoped that she wouldn't find herself in any really danger.

The silver room changed almost as soon as she entered it. The room became circular tall and was filled with various cars, ranging from motor cycles to semi trucks.

"Remove the vehicles from the room."

Looking around, Naomi realized there were no exits, and the only place she could put them was up on the room, which seemed to extend forever above her head, and glowed brightly as if it was daylight.

Naomi cracked her knuckles and got to work. She lowered the density of ear vehicle to less than air, and to speed the process up, gave them each a good kick from the bottom, sending them flying up to the sky. The semi-truck she had a bit of a problem with, she focused on it more and had to get underneath it to push it upwards in a way so that it would float strait up instead of bouncing off the walls and taking twice as long. It was pretty strange to watch such a huge vehicle float upwards like a balloon on the wind.

No more than a minute and a half had passed as she threw the last motor bike by its handles to the sky. She clapped her hands together, looking quite satisfied.

"Now reach the roof."

Naomi’s smile faded instantly. She looked up, and saw the light had gone, and was replaced by a ceiling, about 400 ft. above her head. She could see what looked like four holes open up along the ceiling, and large metal balls falling out of them falling towards her. She stood there in the room, watching as the balls plummeted, not sure what to do, and trying to figure out how to reach the roof.

She dove out of the way of the first ball as it collided with the floor. It was nearly the size of her. Not seeing any other way to got, she hoped on top of it, and decreased its density until they began to shoot upwards towards the roof like a battle full of air at the bottom of a pool. The large steel boulders where falling all around her, but luckily, none of them threatened to collide with her at first.

That changed quickly. As one flew towards her, she decreased its density and kicked it back upwards. She nearly lost her balance in the process. She watched as the ball hovered in the air for a second, before it was knocked back down by another boulder. She now had two boulders heading towards her.

She screamed. Like anyone would hold it against her. She was in a terrifying situation. She didn't know what to do. She flung herself from the boulder and fell for a good twenty feet. In mid flight, she had decreased another nearby bolder, and landed on it. She had enough time to catch her breath, stiffen up, and come up with a plan.

She began lowering the density of nearby boulders and jumping from one to the next, like rolling platforms. It was slow going, and she had to constantly find her balance on the rolling rocks. She avoided collisions however, and she eventually reached a small platform at the top which was suspended by a chain in the center of the roof.

"Now, reach the floor."

Naomi looked quite annoyed. Cracking her knuckles once again, she took hold of the platform and closed her eyes. The chain stretched under the increasing weight of the platform, and of course, it eventually snapped.

Naomi and the platform plummeted for a good 6 second. She waited until there were within 100 feet of the ground before she lowered the density to that of air. Naomi had to struggle to keep hold as the acceleration of the platform dropped drastically, and landed with a soft whoosh on top of the many spheres that lay on the floor.

Naomi took her time jumping off the platform and exiting the room. She smiled, trying to look like she had planned every bit of the exercise.

Tristan took the free time to go to the infirmiry and get new clean dressings for his ribs. When it was removed it was bruised and the skin was broken in several places. He got wrapped up and all taken care of. He got a new shirt to replace the one he had torn durring the last sesion. He spent the rest of his time drinking water and recovering from the training sesion.

He walked into the Darnger Room as Fade started speaking. "Individual training this outta be fun." he said standing next to Ted. When it was his turn he stood in the center of the room. He watched as a few trap doors opened and sand started to pour into the room. Tristan new what this was going to be used for almost right away but he wasn't sure how he would use it. He quickly removed his boots and gloves throwing them aside. The sand stopped pooring in as it reached up to his ankles.

He shifted his wait and placed his feet on top of the sand. He stood awkwardly for a moment, nothing was happening. He closed his eyes and pushed at his mutation as he had before and his arms turned to there rock form. This happened much easier then it had before. Just as his powers activated three slots opened in the wall on three sides of him. He looked around at them, puzzled as to what they we're for. He heard a 'pop' from behind him. He turned as a disk came flying at him. He tried to jump out of the way but wasn't quick enough and it sunk deep into this rock made arm. He looked at it closly and saw it was covered in teeth, "Oh this can't be good," He took his other hand and ripped out the razor throwing it into the sand.

there were several other 'pops' and more razors came flying at them from another direction. He turned and without thinking smacked them out of the way with his hand. More came from another angle and then another. Tristan was struggling to keep up and knocked sevral more out of the way then he realized. "Duh i ain't no one trick pony." Tristan shifted his foot and a wall of sand flew up infront of him stopping the other too in their tracks, though they we're dangerously close to breaking through. There was a sharp pain in his leg and another razor flew past hitting the wall from the other side. He doubled over in pain and grabbed his leg that was bleeding, the cut was deep but he didn't think it would need stiches.

Another disk flew past his head and hit the wall. Tristan stood up and quickly located where the next disk and grabbed it with his rocky fist. He flung it frissbe style at another. He was hoping it would hit it straight on but the nicked sending them both into the sand. Tristan shrugged, "That works." This time when the pops came it was like someone dancing on bubble wrap. 'The grand finale.' he thought remembering the fourth of july back home. He dug his feet deep into the sand and forced almost all the sand in the room to form a wall around him. Some of the disks we're still coming through. He grabbed these and threw them to the ground. They just kept coming and it didn't seem like there would be an end. He could see them breaking through the walls and he kept throughing them to the ground trying to keep and eye on all sides. A few broke through behind him and cut into his side and another in his leg, although they were significantly slowed down by the wall but still cut him. He kept bloking the disk tryinf to ignore the pain but he was failing. He was feeling faint from fighting to keep the wall up and block the disk individually. He saw the wall start to slip down and his arms shrinking, but he still heard the disks coming. He yelled at the top of his lungs. "END!!!" and then collapsed to the floor thrying not to be hit with the disk still flying. The 'pops' stopped, and the last of the disk fell to the ground harmlessly. He sat up and looked around.

Long tubes were coming out of the walls and sucking up the sand and disks. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking around he couldn't find his boots or gloves. "Dammit they probally got sucked up." He limpped out of the danger room his legs were bleeding alot now and his arms transformed back to normal. The second he got out of the training area he sank to the ground and leaned up against the wall closing his eyes.

Deja looked around, noticing everyone. She decided to get some water, since she was asleep during the whole break. She looked at everyone's performance after her and smiled, because, she knew they all rocked and deserved to be an Xmen. But she wanted it aswell, and, would do her best. She knew an X-men was about doing your best to help others and being yourself. Thats when she noticed Geo, hurt. She quickly ran over to him, and went on her knees. She didnt notice any healing equiipment, and saw he was bleeding alot in the leg. She knew what she had to do. Hopefully, this time, she wouldnt faint. "Geo, it's Deja. I'm gonna help you okay, hold on. Deja then put her hand over his leg, and concentrated only on the leg. "Heal, Heal, Heal!" All of a sudden his leg was healed by a white light. Deja was really out of breath, but, luckily, she didnt faint. Deja started taking deep breaths, and felt a little woozy. "Geo, by the way, nice performance.

Once the individual programs began, Neena took up a position at the overhead window, arms clasped behind her back. She adjusted her glasses reflexively every now and then. She never moved, or said anything, almost becoming a statue.

But behind the glasses, the woman's eyes were working overtime. She watched the sessions intently, blinking and changing visions rapidly, sometimes having two different ones going at once, as she took in every detail she could.

These were the tests that, in her mind, were vital. In a team fight often an individual's strengths were brought to the fore, as the team tended to compensate for the flaws. But here, the weaknesses made themselves know, sometimes painfully so. But weaknesses were vital to know, and understand, in order for the team to function at peak performance.

She continued her silent, unmoving survey.

Tristan opened his eyes and looked at Deja after she had healed his legs. He was suprised by the sudden lack of pain. He slowly stood up and looked at Deja. "Daja... thank you." He gave her a big hug. "Remind me to make it up to it later." he said. Tristan walked to the observatory window and sat on the floor his head leaned up against the wall and he waited for the next session to start.