fandomhighdorms | Gym - Saturday Morning

After last night's battle with his powers, Victor was determined to get them under control. So, after breakfast he headed to the gym go go through some of the exercises that he'd learned at Xavier's.

First he took off his sandals and did some stretching and acrobatics to loosen his limbs. Then, he jogged up and around the wall to train his adhesive powers. Halfway around the gym he switched into invisibility, and pushed himself to keep the cloak up for at least a full minute as he made his rounds. When he was finally finished with his jog, he walked back to the ground to rest before tying to work with his claws.

He hoped that since he'd just practiced some of his other abilities, controlling his new one would be a little easier. "Okay, guys," he said, looking at his fingertips. "Come on out." He concentrated, and within half a second his claws appeared. However, so did the ones on his toes.

"Well, at least I'm not wearing shoes this time..."

[Open for all your gym needs! Or Victor needs. Whichever.

May be SP due to errands]

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"Morning, Vic," Pip said as he walked into the room and headed towards the machines. "What's up, mon ami?"

"Just trying to get my powers to work right," he replied, unsheathing and resheathing the claws on his left hand. Every so often, a claw on one fo his feet would come out, but he didn't stress over it. It was all a learning process.

"Hey, I'm sorry for being an ass on Thursday. I shouldn't have pushed you guys away like that."

"'sokay," Pip said, settling into one of the machines. "You had every right to be freaked out. How's the learning going?"

"It's going. These bitches don't always want to listen, though. They ruined my shoes, too."

"Bastards," Pip said. "Should know better than to ruin a perfectly good pair of shoes." He grunted in exertion as he worked on the machine. "Did you have to do something similar when you got your other powers? That's what that school you went to is about, right?"

"Yeah, Xavier's is there to teach mutants about their powers and how to use them. You should've seen it when I woke up green and spikey. I couldn't get my shifting under control for hours."

Pip finished his set and lay on the bench to rest. "Everyone's got different powers, right? How do they teach people with different powers how to use them? I mean, they all work in different ways?"

"They have telepathics to look inside our minds and see how our powers work, then go from there. They can only help so much, though. it's up to each mutant to explore his or her powers and live up to their potential. For example, with more practice I'll be able to sneak up behind someone, tie them up with my tongue, and press a claw to his throat. I don't think anyone will want to fight back after an attack like that."

"Oh, you'd be suprised," Pip said, getting back on the machine. "Though now you're talking the area I understand. Have you let the people at home know about the mutation?"

"Yeah, I called them yesterday. Doctor McCoy told me to practice and keep an eye out in case I shed again. I also need to see the doctor on Monday and get a blood sample taken and sent back."

He thiought about the first part of Pip's reply for a moment. "Not that I ever plan on fighting with you, but if you were in that situation, how would you get out of it?"

"Well, to start with, I'd not get into it. If you tried to wrap me up with your tongue, I'd probably try to... well, cut it or shoot it. I couldn't compete hand-to-hand, but with a weapon I can try to stop that strategy before it limited my abillity to react."

Victor nodded. "But what if you couldn't see me? Or have you trained against invisible attackers before?"

"Well, not invisible. But ever since I lost my eye I had to learn to rely on my other senses more than a lot of other people. You may be able to turn invisible, but you can't stop from making sounds or giving off smells."

"True. I think I'll have to keep that in mind next time I spar with anyone. Thanks for helping me out with that."

[ooc: And off I go to visit a friend. I'll be back later tonight, though, if you want to continue.]

Anakin stalked into the gym, nodding curtly at Victor and Pip, then walked over to the punching bag and began beating the everloving crap out of it.

Not a happy Jedi.

Approach with caution.

Victor raised an eyebrow at the other guy, but decided to leave him alone. Whoever he was, he definitely didn't seem happy.

Gym - Saturday Morning

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