Post by Guido Carosella on Aug 17, 2010 22:32:48 GMT -4
Guido stood outside the massive Danger Room doors, keying in his entry code. Things had been just too weird lately. Several people in the house had been complaining of bizarre, vivid dreams, and Guido was no exception. But, brushing up on his training was sure to keep his mind occupied. At least, that's what Scott and Logan would say. Not that he'd ever admit to their faces that they were right.
It wasn't so much a matter of keeping in shape. Guido's power gave him the strength and stamina to bench-press an Abrams tank, even when he wasn't fully "charged." No, it was more of a matter of keeping the fighting edge, honing his techniques and instincts. That's why this room existed.
The door slid open, and Guido climbed the steep stairs to the command module. Normally, this was occupied by Professor Xavier or another one of the instructors as they observed their charges below. Thankfully, it was unoccupied at the moment. Just as well.
Guido typed in a few more commands, and the Danger Room's computer began projecting amazingly detailed holograms below. Guido never got tired of watching the transformation, and knew that all the sights, sounds and smells of a particularly seedy corner of Hell's Kitchen were now perfectly replicated. A slow grin spread over his face as he gave the "Execute" command.
He stepped out of the command module, which was now perfectly camouflaged as one of the typical rooftop water towers in the neighborhood. He stretched out his massive arms and rolled his neck to loosen up as he gazed out over the rooftops, lit by a bright moon and the glow of the city.
He almost giggled out loud when he heard the telltale hiss of a match being lit behind him.
Quickly putting on his poker face, he turned and faced a shadowy figure across the roof from him, casually lighting a cigar. Guido folded his arms and flexed, muscles popping out in every direction. "You have no idea how long I've been waitin' fer this."
The figure tossed away the match and blew out a cloud of smoke. "Ya talk like a champ, bub. Ya got anything else before I die of boredom?"
It wasn't so much a matter of keeping in shape. Guido's power gave him the strength and stamina to bench-press an Abrams tank, even when he wasn't fully "charged." No, it was more of a matter of keeping the fighting edge, honing his techniques and instincts. That's why this room existed.
The door slid open, and Guido climbed the steep stairs to the command module. Normally, this was occupied by Professor Xavier or another one of the instructors as they observed their charges below. Thankfully, it was unoccupied at the moment. Just as well.
Guido typed in a few more commands, and the Danger Room's computer began projecting amazingly detailed holograms below. Guido never got tired of watching the transformation, and knew that all the sights, sounds and smells of a particularly seedy corner of Hell's Kitchen were now perfectly replicated. A slow grin spread over his face as he gave the "Execute" command.
He stepped out of the command module, which was now perfectly camouflaged as one of the typical rooftop water towers in the neighborhood. He stretched out his massive arms and rolled his neck to loosen up as he gazed out over the rooftops, lit by a bright moon and the glow of the city.
He almost giggled out loud when he heard the telltale hiss of a match being lit behind him.
Quickly putting on his poker face, he turned and faced a shadowy figure across the roof from him, casually lighting a cigar. Guido folded his arms and flexed, muscles popping out in every direction. "You have no idea how long I've been waitin' fer this."
The figure tossed away the match and blew out a cloud of smoke. "Ya talk like a champ, bub. Ya got anything else before I die of boredom?"