Garrison and Pyotr - Lifting Heavy Things
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xp_logsPyotr gets his initial strength evaluation from Garrison via the Danger Room. Pyotr's not really happy about how it goes, but at least now he has a number and a goal.
"So, this is the Danger Room. They call it that because... well, I don't know. I think they liked scaring new recruits." Kane said, waving expansively around a large square room of largely uniform grey as he walked Pyotr in. "I'd explain the tech but it is way above my pay grade. I just know what it can do."
Pyotr, clad in his new unstable-molecule leathers, looked around as well. "Is a big square room. Impressive, I suppose, for big gray rooms." he commented. "I presume some magic will happen like on sci-fi show and things will appear from nothing?"
"Close enough." Kane waved a hand and a holographic display sprang up in front of him, bands of gold light surrounding his hands as he keyed in commands. "Once we're done a session, I'll run you through the basic commands. It will allow you to access any of the pre-designed environments and scenarios and get comfortable using the interface. Once you've cleared through that, we'll give you access and training on created your own, if you're interested. Until then, if you need something specific that isn't in the existing menus, you can ping Scott, Sue, Kitty or myself to set it up for you." The room looked the same and then, right in front of Pyotr, a brick wall emerged, as if it coalesed into existance from a million tiny sparks in a fraction of a second.
"So, let's start simple. How about you punch that sucker."
Pyotr flashed into his Colossus form then casually punched a hole through the brick wall, stopping only when he ran out of arm. "Simple enough." he said, stepping back and withdrawing his arm from the remnants of the wall. "Next?"
"Now you get to see the man behind the curtain." Kane said. The wall had felt like brick, smashed like brick under his blow. Even motes of brick dust hung in the air and the room rang as fragments of the brick bounced off the walls and floor. Kane touched a button and the cracked wall was replaced by a thin matte gray steel panel. The hole he'd puched through was there, although it was smooth edged, as if he'd cut it out with a torced rather than burst a fist through. The pieces of wall were almost all gone, but by his feet where he'd felt them, he could small protrusions from the floor panels that shifted as he moved his feet as if they were individual fragments.
"The room is capable of generating all manner of environments by this immensely complex method of creating adaptable structures and cloaking them behind solid light projections capable of fooling your senses into accepting them as real."
The technobabble just went over his head so he looked down at Garrison with his colorless steel eyes and nodded. "Yes." he said. "But can you make anything tougher?"
"Significantly." Kane said. He was expecting a different reaction, but after all, he was a little myoptic considering how much time he spent in here. "Alright, imagine a big rock. Or, well, don't imagine, eh. Here's a big rock." The massive stone appeared in front of Pyotr. "Start pushing. Your goal is to push it to the other side of the course. But the weight will keep increasing."
"That is a big rock." he said, and then gave it a shove, Then another shove. Sure enough, it definitely got heavier and heavier until finally he it got so bad he couldn't budge it. He stared at the boulder, as this was literally the first time in his life he'd run into something he couldn't shove with at least a little bit of effort. "Bozhe moi." he muttered under his breath, once he remembered to take one.
"Shit, 81 tons. Haven't seen that since Cain. You got anything else in you, Pyotr? One late push, eh?" Garrison said, urging him on.
He just looked down on the top of Garrison's head, took a few steps back, then _charged_ the boulder with his metal body, straining his utmost to get the damned rock to _move_. Another rotation or two and he'd have it pretty much at the back wall, assuming the room didn't up the weight again. And the boulder did rock slightly in its place, but otherwise stayed put. He just didn't have what it took to get the rock moving again.
Kane looked at his monitors. "86. Shit...." He motioned a few times and Pyotr found himself looked at a flat dark gray rock that disappeared in front of him, dropping into the floor. "I'll give you this. You can hit like a ton."
"Eighty-six of them currently." he said, not at all out of breath or sweating or showing any outward effect of his attempts on the boulder. Just a slight look of disappointment. "At least I know now where I top out. Hard to get that kind of weight to test with outside of a facility like this. Cars? No trouble. Never could get to a bus or a subway car in a safe way. Tractor? No problem. Tank? No problem."
"The DR is an entirely different beast." Kane nodded. "So obviously our plan for you is to see what kind of limits you have." He tapped a few keys, making notes.
"So, if I may ask - how did you do on this trial? Did you make it to the far wall before the room beat you?" he asked.
"About the same, although no where close to your levels." Kane said with a grin. "I top out in the mid-teens tonnage-wise. This room is designed to beat you. It's designed to beat everyone."
"That, to me, sounds like a challenge." he said, having his pride salved a touch by having handily beaten Gar by upping the weight bracket significantly. "Is that all?" he asked pleasantly. "Well, next challenge time, I hope?"
"All? No. It's where we start from. Good luck, Pyotr Rasputin. Welcome to the X-Men. I hope you survive the experience."
"So, this is the Danger Room. They call it that because... well, I don't know. I think they liked scaring new recruits." Kane said, waving expansively around a large square room of largely uniform grey as he walked Pyotr in. "I'd explain the tech but it is way above my pay grade. I just know what it can do."
Pyotr, clad in his new unstable-molecule leathers, looked around as well. "Is a big square room. Impressive, I suppose, for big gray rooms." he commented. "I presume some magic will happen like on sci-fi show and things will appear from nothing?"
"Close enough." Kane waved a hand and a holographic display sprang up in front of him, bands of gold light surrounding his hands as he keyed in commands. "Once we're done a session, I'll run you through the basic commands. It will allow you to access any of the pre-designed environments and scenarios and get comfortable using the interface. Once you've cleared through that, we'll give you access and training on created your own, if you're interested. Until then, if you need something specific that isn't in the existing menus, you can ping Scott, Sue, Kitty or myself to set it up for you." The room looked the same and then, right in front of Pyotr, a brick wall emerged, as if it coalesed into existance from a million tiny sparks in a fraction of a second.
"So, let's start simple. How about you punch that sucker."
Pyotr flashed into his Colossus form then casually punched a hole through the brick wall, stopping only when he ran out of arm. "Simple enough." he said, stepping back and withdrawing his arm from the remnants of the wall. "Next?"
"Now you get to see the man behind the curtain." Kane said. The wall had felt like brick, smashed like brick under his blow. Even motes of brick dust hung in the air and the room rang as fragments of the brick bounced off the walls and floor. Kane touched a button and the cracked wall was replaced by a thin matte gray steel panel. The hole he'd puched through was there, although it was smooth edged, as if he'd cut it out with a torced rather than burst a fist through. The pieces of wall were almost all gone, but by his feet where he'd felt them, he could small protrusions from the floor panels that shifted as he moved his feet as if they were individual fragments.
"The room is capable of generating all manner of environments by this immensely complex method of creating adaptable structures and cloaking them behind solid light projections capable of fooling your senses into accepting them as real."
The technobabble just went over his head so he looked down at Garrison with his colorless steel eyes and nodded. "Yes." he said. "But can you make anything tougher?"
"Significantly." Kane said. He was expecting a different reaction, but after all, he was a little myoptic considering how much time he spent in here. "Alright, imagine a big rock. Or, well, don't imagine, eh. Here's a big rock." The massive stone appeared in front of Pyotr. "Start pushing. Your goal is to push it to the other side of the course. But the weight will keep increasing."
"That is a big rock." he said, and then gave it a shove, Then another shove. Sure enough, it definitely got heavier and heavier until finally he it got so bad he couldn't budge it. He stared at the boulder, as this was literally the first time in his life he'd run into something he couldn't shove with at least a little bit of effort. "Bozhe moi." he muttered under his breath, once he remembered to take one.
"Shit, 81 tons. Haven't seen that since Cain. You got anything else in you, Pyotr? One late push, eh?" Garrison said, urging him on.
He just looked down on the top of Garrison's head, took a few steps back, then _charged_ the boulder with his metal body, straining his utmost to get the damned rock to _move_. Another rotation or two and he'd have it pretty much at the back wall, assuming the room didn't up the weight again. And the boulder did rock slightly in its place, but otherwise stayed put. He just didn't have what it took to get the rock moving again.
Kane looked at his monitors. "86. Shit...." He motioned a few times and Pyotr found himself looked at a flat dark gray rock that disappeared in front of him, dropping into the floor. "I'll give you this. You can hit like a ton."
"Eighty-six of them currently." he said, not at all out of breath or sweating or showing any outward effect of his attempts on the boulder. Just a slight look of disappointment. "At least I know now where I top out. Hard to get that kind of weight to test with outside of a facility like this. Cars? No trouble. Never could get to a bus or a subway car in a safe way. Tractor? No problem. Tank? No problem."
"The DR is an entirely different beast." Kane nodded. "So obviously our plan for you is to see what kind of limits you have." He tapped a few keys, making notes.
"So, if I may ask - how did you do on this trial? Did you make it to the far wall before the room beat you?" he asked.
"About the same, although no where close to your levels." Kane said with a grin. "I top out in the mid-teens tonnage-wise. This room is designed to beat you. It's designed to beat everyone."
"That, to me, sounds like a challenge." he said, having his pride salved a touch by having handily beaten Gar by upping the weight bracket significantly. "Is that all?" he asked pleasantly. "Well, next challenge time, I hope?"
"All? No. It's where we start from. Good luck, Pyotr Rasputin. Welcome to the X-Men. I hope you survive the experience."
