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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 1:25:43 GMT -5
Hope panted slightly as she looked at the punching bag, the same one she had been beating down nearly an hour now and probably should have been a pulp by now. She had been punching, kicking, elbowing, and kneeing it non-stop, mostly training and working out to get her head clear again after the past few weeks had come and gone. Training was one way she could channel her frustrations, anger, and held in emotions whenever she needed to. In a sense, it was just her way to vent whenever she needed it since there weren't many she trusted there at the mansion and she didn't want to trouble anyone with her problems so this was just an outlet to help with those emotions. And so far she was lucky no one had been bothering her down in the underground training rooms which were usually not very crowded or empty.
Deciding to take a breather through the young red head moved over to a small table and grabbed a towel to wipe away some sweat before taking a few sips from her water bottle. Her attire was different than usual, the young teen wearing a white work out tank top with black spandex shorts that were a little form fitting and stopped at a little above the knees. She also wore black cloth wrist bands, tennis shoes and her hair was pulled back in a pony tail to keep it out of her face. Despite being down in the work out room for little over two hours now Hope was far from being done. She still had plenty of energy to spare and could have cared less for someone else to show up which they likely would since they might hear the commotion in the room. And usually students or visitors weren't allowed down there without teachers and staff likely supervising them. Not that Hope cared at the moment nor was she one to always listen to authority to begin with, so she had taken that chance to come down there and just take the moment of silence to think and keep fit at the same time.
So far, it had been rather quiet down below and Hope soon set her towel and water bottle back on the table before returning to the punching bag and began once again throwing quick jabs at it. Her hands though were bare of any real protection, Hope only wearing dark brown fingerless glovers, her fists likely going to be bruised as she punched at the bag with all her might and causing it to swing on it's chains. Though as she went for a few backward round house kicks she became aware she was no longer alone and paused, hearing some approaching footsteps coming towards the door.
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Post by Marvel Woman on May 19, 2014 0:16:43 GMT -5
Jean had been working on Cerebra for a while now, trying to make some ends meet when it came to the mystery of her own resurrection without the Phoenix powers. She didn't miss them one bit and felt blessed for being finally released from that curse, but she wouldn't be able to sleep at night and move on with her life until she made sure there was not going back to that half-life that was sharing her body with another consciousness that had a will of its own and a very powerful one at that. She had spent the last few hours with the helmet on, thinking and searching for different people's locations around the world, just to make sure things were quiet on their end and they were in no way involved with her own personal mystery. It was useful to have you mental powers amplified, but it was also very draining both mentally and physically as you body had to cope with all that mental activity. Still, sometimes a good walk could get the blow flowing again and ease both mind and body. Sadly for Jean, it was raining and the mere idea of using her TK to keep the water away tired her. She needed to shut her brain off for a while and just feel, the psychic thought as she made her way through the corridors.
When she was passing near the training area, she heard someone giving one of the punching bags a good beating and thought it might be Logan. Since she didn't dare get into his mind unless she had to, the redhead didn't check, besides, her mind was too exhausted as it was to push it further. Maybe she could use the distraction, Jean thought as she made her way to the training room. She was surprised to find Hope there and it was rare for a telepath to be so, but the circumstances weren't ordinary that day.
"Oh, hi. Sorry to interrupt you." Jean apologized. "I thought Logan might be down here by the way you were hitting that bag." She said with a playful smile. "He's always up for a Danger Room session and I felt like training..." Jean kept explaining herself. She didn't want the young woman to think she was trying to be dense by coming down there to talk to her. Had her mind been less tired, she would have found out it was Hope in there and gone to the Danger Room on her own.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2014 2:28:04 GMT -5
Turning as she heard the door slide aside she was a little surprised to see Jean was who she heard just then, having not sensed her either. Of course Hope's mind had been focused on taking out the punching bag rather than being concerned of others being down there, though she couldn't help wonder if the older red head had been hoping for it to truly be Logan. With Jean now being a single woman from what she had heard it was likely she'd pursue the feral mutant eventually since the attraction between them had become obvious even to this day. Or was it just her reading into things too much? She couldn't really be sure since Jean seemed far more distracted with other things than going out on dates or pursuing someone who had been interested in her for some time. Not that Logan was the only one of course. But still it was a little of a surprise of Jean's arrival.
"It's fine Jean, not like I was doing much except well..."killing" the punching bag, so to speak." Hope said with a shrug, facing the older red head who she looked so much alike and she had heard many people wonder if she wasn't really related to Jean somehow, even family wise or by her clone's doing. Which was none of the above but sometimes Hope felt like she might as well have been a clone to some degree of Jean, except for a few features and their personalities. That was one thing she could be less worried of, the two were rather opposites of each other which was something the teen didn't mind. "Suppose it's a wonder I haven't already beaten this one into a pulp, but I'm really just down her to clear my head is all." She explained to Jean, this time being a bit more polite towards the woman compared to their last encounter in Alaska, but it was necessary so she didn't risk losing complete control again. But her talk with James had helped her to have some hope, no pun intended, that things would work out in the end. In a way, the man was like her anchor there and something of a support, at least one of them though certainly one of the most important.
"Well if you don't mind I'll join you Jean, not like I'll be doing much else here." Though without waiting for a reply Hope was already grabbing her water bottle and towel, wiping off some sweat from her face before moving over to Jean, nodding for her to go ahead and lead the way. Though the younger red head had a feeling their time together would be rather awkward or nerve wracking considering this likely was the closest Jean would ever get to the Phoenix now that she no longer was it's host.
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Post by Marvel Woman on May 19, 2014 11:11:49 GMT -5
Speaking of family, even with Hope already in the mansion without any more scary Phoenix stunts, Jean had enough to think about with this whole 'Nate is my son from another reality' business to ponder about her possible genetic relation with Hope. If anything, the former Phoenix host would have guessed granddaughter, considering her personality sometimes reminded her of Rachel... or even more likely, Jean would think that Hope had been created by the Phoenix with bits of DNA from several different people who had been its host or had some potential to become one if it weren't for the fact there was more suited people available. So perhaps there was a bit of Jean's genetic material in there, but there could have been a dozen other donors in the girl's gene pool as well, so they technically weren't related related. Learning that Nate was her genetic son was enough of a low blow to her already sensitive maternal instinct that her untimely biological clock had enhanced beyond bearable. Sometimes she refrained from going to the city and just stayed at the mansion to avoid seeing mothers with their young babies. One more sudden teenage child of hers and who knew what Jean would do? What if her urges became so out of control she ran to an orphanage and adopted the first scaled or blue skinned kid that crossed her path? No, her mind was protecting her against that by not allowing her to speculate about Hope in that way. After all, Emma had been a temporary host for the Phoenix and thank to God they weren't related.
The comment made her chuckle softly. "That's what everybody says." She joked. It was kind of funny how many of her team mates have been found by her in that situation when there was something bothering them. Usually, she'd sense their emotional distress and bring them refreshments as an excuse to talk things over in hopes to help them. This time it had been mere chance that had brought her there... and her head hurt, as she realized with a wince. Perhaps she had overexerted herself with Cerebra this time. "Are you kidding? Did you see the kind of guys that come and train here? Replacing the bags was such a budget back in the day, we had to ask Mr.Fantastic to design punching bags that met our needs." Her tone was still amusing, so it was hard to tell if that was a joke or her telling the truth, but Jean wasn't one to joke around much.
"That would be great. I've overused my powers and I really could use some backup. I was mostly looking for a more physical workout." She explained. That backed up her looking for Logan who fought rather physically due to the nature of his powers... and enhancements. When Hope grabbed her things, Jean started heading to the Danger room. "But you're free to train however you see fit, of course." She added in case the girl thought a mere physical training would be boring or useless. After all, the one with an exhausted mind was her and there was no reason to force others to hold back because of that. She would have never asked anyone to do it. "Have you been in the Danger Room yet?" Jean asked out of curiosity. She hadn't been following Hope too closely since her arrival, making good on her promise to let her adjust to the place at her own pace. That, and she had been busy thinking about Nate and wondering about that other reality.
As they got near the danger room, Jean stopped at the point where the locker rooms were. She was still wearing casual clothes that weren't comfortable enough for a training session. "Do you mind? I'll be back in a minute." She promised. There was still enough mental power in her to use a little TK to get into her suit faster and so, Jean disappeared into the girls locker room for a couple of minutes before she emerged in her green and yellow marvel woman suit. "All set." She declared getting her hair up in a pony tail as she walked to the control panel of the Danger Room to start the simulation. There were too many options these days, so it took her a moment to decide. Finally, she chose a simulation that could be adapted to both their needs and then turned to Hope. "Ready?" The door near them beeped and the red light turned green indicated they could enter.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2014 1:59:05 GMT -5
Luckily Hope was somewhat glad she wasn't entirely related to Jean, least not directly as it would be one less relatively she had to worry about. But as for Scott that would be another story as her last name gave away pretty much that she was now a part of the Summers family, mostly thanks to Cable adopting her as his own. She sometimes wondered how he would react though or if they'd really have any kind of relationship since he was now her adoptive grandfather. Though her thoughts went back to Jean as she actually joked with Hope which made her smile a bit and chuckle, "Well I suppose you have a point. Those punching bags are pretty tough, it's no wonder though with the kind of mutants around here. Though I don't think they're entirely durable against claws like Logan's unfortunately." She joked as well, showing she did have a humorous side to her despite their previous meeting before. And really Jean wasn't bad as a person but Hope had initially had her concerns of being around the former Phoenix host was all.
"Back up it is then, and come on Jean I prefer physical combat. In fact, I might give old Logan a run for his money with the ability I have. He'd have a much tougher time cutting me down to size." Hope said with an obvious playful grin as her mutant ability allowed her to copy mutant's power without actually touching them compared to Hope. The only drawback was she wasn't entirely in control of that ability either. Those powers could sometimes be amplified to great proportions of being uncontrollable and that could be dangerous. So she usually tried to be careful when it came to terms of powers she used, which was limited to five at a time.
Pausing to wait for Jean though Hope waited until she came out, looking at the suit with a bit of surprise as they seemed to have the same taste in color scheme. "I've only been in the Danger Room maybe once or twice is all Jean and I will admit this is kind of weird. We seem to have the same taste in colors...and a bit in fashion for our suits. Which actually hold that thought." She said as she teleported out with a puff of smoke, the smell being like brimstone similar to Nightcrawler's. A few short minutes later she teleported back wearing her own suit and the tattered cape in hand that she pulled around her neck and buttoned it into place, the scheme mostly being green but there was two yellow V-lines on it and there was a much difference in terms of styling of the suit. "I thought it might be better to make official to have my own suit." She said with a smile.
"And I'm always ready." She assured Jean as she stepped into the training room once the door opened and watched as the room changed to their simulation Jean had picked.
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