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[Text/Action] 3rd Form

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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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]

You mean basic manners? [Ha ha, yes, funny, moving on.

Eyeing up his form and changes between his movement from entering the room and now, Mystique started to slow her pace, a hand coming up to touch his arm to slow Hank's stride along with hers.] I assume everything worked out and his goal from the future was achieved. [It wasn't that big of a stretch for her to accept. Hell, she had spent years working with a woman who could see possible futures, this was just in reverse.]

I don't think he knows what those are. [don't worry he can shit talk Logan and be fond of him all at the same time.

He glances down at her hand and slows himself, and at her question he nods. It's hard to say for sure, they hadn't gotten any sort of signal after the dust had settled, but . . . he had to believe that they'd changed it. The future that had been so bad they'd needed Logan to come back to fix it] More or less. I don't - know how much it changed, since Logan never came back, but - we know it changed some things for us.

Then I guess there is no true way to tell. [Which, if it was done right no one was suppose to know there had been a change, been interfered with. But this was Logan, and Mystique doubted the man could skillfully get his way out of a wet paper bag. Tear it apart, yes, but nothing more than that.

Slowing even more to a walk, Mystique motioned for Hank to follow her to where she had set up some of the sandbags to act as punching bags. She was not stupid, she was not about to test his strength against herself first without knowing what he considered reduced abilities.] Let me see how hard you are able to hit. [Having placed herself on the other side of it to both brace the bag and also to feel the impact through it so she could gauge what she was working with.]

Not really, no. But - like I said, some things are already different. [and he has a feeling Logan would find a way back to tell them it wasn't done, regardless. After everything, he was the one who hadn't given up on Charles, and while he wasn't privy to the conversation, he knew the moment he returned that something had changed. Something important.

He gives the sandbag a long look before he tilts to the side some, eyeing her. He knows what his limits are like this and . . . well] Are you sure you want to stand back there?

[Raising a brow at his question, Mystique moving back and to the side a step before waving a hand from him to the bag.] By all means. [Her exceptions having not thought that would be needed, so even more curious where to see where he landed between her views and his own.]

[like he told her earlier, he's only muted like this; done on purpose, so that while the fur and skin were still suppressed, he still had some use of his powers. Was it down out of a slight paranoia and distrust of this place? Hell yes.

He won't be catching or tossing cars like this, sure, but he still has some decent strength behind his punch when he concentrates. He hits the bag with all the strength he can muster, the chain holding the bag up rattling dangerously as it sways backwards from the force.

. . . and then he immediately catches it as it swings back with a quiet "oof"]

[Brows raising at that amount of swing he was able to get out of the bag, Mystique even took an extra half step to the side as the bag swung back into place, her own hand going out to steady it once he had caught it.] That's more than I expected. [Willing to admit that much to him.]

I think we would easily be able to translate that into something that will work if you are faced with combat.

[he lets go of the bag and gives it a serious, considering look, then huffs out a noise] That was more than I expected, too. [when he'd made the serum here, he'd adjusted it so it didn't last as long, but he didn't take into account for his powers not being as muted as he first thought.

Old Hank would've immediately made a note to adjust it. But as he is now, he's glad. He's more useful this way]

That's - good, right?

Strength is only good if you know how to apply it. Anyone can throw a punch, just not always well, but you have a brain in there, it's not just brute force. That is where your real strength is.

However, since you are, more or less despite your current situation, an X-Man, I assume anything that involves a fatal strike is off the cards. [You never know! Better to check ahead of time.]

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