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Who: Mystique and OTA
Broadcast: Text/Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: 6 June and onwards

I will holding training sessions for those who want to learn to defend themselves or fight, and those that want sparring practice or to learn new forms of combat. This is limited to hand to hand and melee weapon use due to our surroundings.

Training will be held daily between 9am and 5pm, located at the gym on the Iskaulit although for those who are more confident in their abilities it can be moved to the obstacle course. First come first serve for those wanting tuition.

Wear appropriate clothing and bring whatever liquids or food you require for the session.

[True to her word Mystique is found at the Iskaulit gym throughout the week, and when she is not training with someone she is doing her own practice during her hours there.]

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Hello, Mystique. [he even offers her a smile. Even with Raven here Mystique was still so complicated to him, and he certainly couldn't look at her the same way the others might.

He's never actually trained with his Raven, or - anyone else for that matter. This was all new territory, save for maybe jogging with a teammate every now and then back in the other world he'd been to. He takes off his glasses and sets that and the rest of what he brought off to the side as he considers her question]

I appreciate that. [especially considering he isn't all that certain what his limits are this way] I . . . mm, like I told you, everything's more - muted this way. [he looks down at his hand purses his lips] I don't really know what I'm capable of, though. I just know my strength is cut in half.

[it would be awkward to overwhelm the serum this early in the morning, and with Mystique no less]

That's fine. [Simple as that, no questioning, no arguments. This wasn't about arguing over if it was right or not, or how it had been made, or the image it gave about mutants with physical mutations. This was training to improve his abilities and form.] Once you're ready you will need to warm up. You may not have a chance to do so in the field but this is not that, here it would be pointless if you end up getting injured.

[Eyeing up the size they had to work with and debating how much effort it may be for him, not knowing what Hank could do yet, Mystique set a number in her head to start with.] We'll do ten laps of the room, stretch, and then see what we can learn.

[he tilts his head for a moment, considering her and - almost waiting for the argument. He's used to it now, that not everyone agrees with how he handles things, but he's glad that at least it isn't coming up now. Some of the tension always in his shoulders lessens just a little] It would be pointless.

[he glances around as well and he's struck with how suddenly similar this is to his very first training, in front of a mansion with Charles. It makes his smile widen, and there's suddenly a quote in his head, about good and evil and he can't help but faintly shake his head] Alright.

[a pause, and:] I used to do laps around the mansion for training - uh, before I . . . [he makes a gesture to indicate his enhanced mutation] I was a lot faster back then.

This isn't about speed, [She said as she turned her gaze back on him.] Not yet, we can work on reflex reactions later and increasing your over all speed if that is something you want to aim for.

[Honestly she could had just set him to run by himself, stand back and order him to do so but in her experience it was better to be part of the exercise, especially when starting off. Once Mystique knew what he could do and how comfortable they were both in regards to this, then she might act that way.] Come on. [Taking a few steps back from him she started off in a light jog, waiting for Hank to catch up with her.]

No, I know, I'm - making conversation. [and maybe feeling a little nostalgic, because that was back before Cuba and while things had already gone to hell, it wasn't as bad as after it had arrived. He rubs at his neck a little awkwardly] That's how Charles and I trained.

[he catches up, jogging along side her. This was fairly easy, all things considered, and a decent warm up for whatever else she had planned. He usually didn't bother much with the warming up part]

[Oh, well... she wasn't great at making real conversation. Faking it? Sure, that was part of her 'job', to fit in and never be noticed, but it was always just part of a mission, part of being another person, another identity, never herself.

But... well... he was trying to get on with her, and she was trying to be 'nice'. Ugh, she guessed...] I see. [Before asking,] This was affect by the serum, I assume? [Mystique's voice carefully neutral to make it only about asking a question, no accusation or tone of disgust behind it, despite how she felt on the matter of mutants needing to 'change'.]

[he appreciates your neutrality, Mystique, especially considering he knows how she feels about it. Either way, though, he tries to keep mentioning that much as vaguely as he can, all things considered]

It was, yeah. I'm still fast, but not - nearly as fast as I could be before. [instead of that his strength had been enhanced far past what he thought possible, among all the changes he went through] Everything but that was enhanced, more or less.

Is it something you miss? [Honestly, she wouldn't care, asking such a question. It held no purpose to training or any other forms of gathering information about him, since it was subjective and emotional, but Mystique was really trying to, well... have some sort of connections. She wouldn't had blamed him for not wanting to talk to her again after their first meeting, or their second, yet he still was prepared to put up with her, so this was the least she could do. She supposed.]

[what an incredibly and surprisingly complicated question. He doesn't answer for a few moments as he lets the question settle long enough to consider it]

Not as much as I used to. [is the answer he finally settles on. He'd been young and foolish to think he'd had it bad then - and he'd only gone and made it worst for himself. He never blamed anyone else for that. In his worst moments alone, he'd convinced himself he'd had it coming] I didn't miss having the ability so much as . . . mm, I guess everything else.

[training with Charles, helping him with the other mutants - that's what he really missed]

Hm, [Yes, Mystique would understand that, she had points in her life she wish she could put on pause and never leave. But many more she was pleased to leave in the past. Jogging in silence for a long couple of moments, she had to mentally remind herself again to... ugh, try.] I understand that. [But left it at that. Nope, not going in further with that discussion, just accept what she said and move on.

In fact, lets move on.] I will be interested to see how much strength you have in this form. I haven't had the opportunity to fight Hank McCoy from my world, and even then I don't believe he ever fought with his full strength when I witnessed him in a fight, the closest would be when he has been up against Sabertooth. [Since Victor could easily take the damage and just shrug it off.]

[he is definitely accepting what she said and moving on, because any further involves thinking about his Raven and that's - awkward. Incredibly awkward and he isn't going to do that.

He's great with moving on to a more neutral topic] I don't . . . know a Sabertooth. I've never, uh - tried to fight like this, either. [a considering pause] I know I can take a hit or two, at least. [Thanks, Logan]

Edited 2016-06-11 06:20 (UTC)

[Also interesting to know, and maybe a good thing for the X-Men. Mystique had seen Victor in action, really in action, not holding back. If she didn't know how to talk him down and bring him back out of a blood lust she would be scared of him.] You know of Logan, Wolverine? Think bigger, meaner, more vicious. Victor holds a similar healing factor but his claws extend from his nails, like a large cat, not from his hands like Wolverine's.

. . . there's someone worse than Logan? [oh, he knows Logan. This is the look of someone who knows Logan well enough to make faces about knowing him. He's mostly taking shots at his personality, though, because - well, he isn't here to say anything about it] Wait - bigger? [a pause] Bigger than I am?

[And this is where the ability of her mutation took away the need for such questions, as with a glance to Hank he was no longer jogging beside Mystique, but along side the Sabertooth from her world, approximately all 6'6 of him.] From what I've seen, a bit. [Her normal voice also replaced with the gruffer sound of his tone, it constantly holding an underlying growl to it.

A blink of an eye later and she was back to herself, having not missed a step in her jogging between her shifting of forms.] I suggest giving him a wide berth if he ever shows up here.

[he doesn't startle; he's used to her power, after all, so when he glances over - and then up, it's only surprise at the appearance of an unfamiliar mutant who is surprisingly taller than he is - maybe even bigger. That was a new thing.

He can't help but huff a little bit, though] If I run into him it won't be by choice, I'm sure. But thank you for the warning.

Most don't run into him by choice. [It was more mumbled out than spoken, a little strange for her but she quickly brushed it aside.] Honestly, I'd say push him out the closest air lock, worse case can just drag him back in to heal up once the coast was clear of anyone he shouldn't be around. [No real emotion behind that, just a matter of fact tone.]

I am a little surprised he didn't show up if you know of Logan, he has a habit of trailing him around and going after anyone he's close to.

I have a slowly growing list of people I may throw out of an air lock if they were to ever show up here. [it's half a joke, but in some cases he would actually, seriously consider it. Of course, that was if he got to them first.

He glances at her curiously, then shakes his head] Logan's . . . arrival is a little complicated, but it was just him.

[Mystique actually offered a touch of a smile to that joke, morbid as it was, she too having a list who she would gladly throw out into space, given the chance,] I'm very glad I'm not on that list then. [Oh, and look, she even managed to say something back that was in the same vein. Well done, Hank.]

Let me guess, he tried to skewer a bunch of morons at a local bar, thus outing his mutation and giving us all a 'bad name', or was it sleeping with one of the women who would become a teacher at the school? [It sounded very much like something Logan would stumble into.]

[it's out of his mouth before he can stop himself:] I'd never put you on that list.

[oh Hank, your bias is showing. He blinks at her before he immediately looks away, and he drags a hand over his face, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like idiot directed at himself.

But yes, Logan conversation. Let's focus on that] No, he - uh, he knocked on the door to the mansion. [are you surprised? It gets better] When I wouldn't let him in he forced his way in anyway, and when I tried to stop him he punched me in the face.

[there it is, classic Logan]

[Mystique couldn't help a look in his direction at that comment and his follow up reaction, but for his sake acted like it never happened, although tempted to say something. Maybe at a later point.] Yes, that sounds about right for Wolverine. [Not bothering to hide her reaction this time, rolling her eyes.]

[bless you Mystique, Hank is not ready for that particular conversation.

He rolls his eyes as well, though there is a bit of fondness in his voice. He liked Logan, for all that their first meeting went a little crazy. It'd be a lie if he said he didn't miss him, either] I'm so glad that that's a common affliction across the timelines. [fond, but deadpanned]

Some things at least, [There were certainly other elements that weren't...] As bad or good as that may be.

I honestly only really ran across Wolverine as a member of the X-Men, and considering I was working for Erik at the time we were hardly on friendly terms.

Logan was apart of the X-Men. Just . . . not our X-Men, as complicated as that sounds. [he glances at her with a bit of a wry, amused expression] He came from our future to warn us about something.

Our X-Men . . . what's left of it, it's just Charles and I.

[There was a pause from her side as she took in that information, processing it, and storing it away.] I see. [Her voice maybe a little too neutral to be safe, but it vanished an instant later.] Well that certainly wouldn't had made it into my top ten ways of expecting Wolverine to show up somewhere. Or anyone, I suppose.

Mm, it's certainly the strangest way I've met someone. We didn't believe him at first, either - not until he started saying things he couldn't have known. [mostly, details about Charles' life that not even Hank knew]

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