Warm Up

Posted on Fri Jul 14th, 2023 @ 11:55 by Phoebe Hunter & Jonathan Monroe

Chapter: All Hallow's Eve
Location: Avalon Institute: Training Facilities
Timeline: October 24th: Late Afternoon
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Jonathan was in the training room first, stretching and preparing, when Phoebe arrived. It was a pre-planned session, after the incident with the Sentinel, and while he'd never particularly thought of himself as a substitute for a giant robot, he was still a teacher. And a friend.

"So, I hope you brought some cooling packs," he said with a faint smile as she approached. "If you really want me to go all-out, that is. How much do you want a proper test?"

"I have ice packs and this is a friendly sparring session, Jonathan. Let's not kill me off though I suppose that would stop many people's concerns that I have just shown up to be a hero or that I saw all of this chaos beforehand." Phoebe had pulled out a small fire extinguisher from the cupboard just to be on the safe side but this was the first time they were properly going to have a training session. "Look you said you wanted to help me find a weapon and you wanted to spar with someone less afraid. " It had seemed like a win-win situation at the time.

He took the fire extinguisher out of her hands and put it to one side. "Won't need that. I have full control of anything I generate; no risk at all of setting the building on fire."

“Are you sure?” Phoebe teased only having grabbed it to tease. She trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t burn her alive.

"And you wanted to talk about weapons," he continued. "As a history teacher you've probably got a catalogue. Swords, axes, halberds, maybe the classic bow-and-arrow? Could keep it on theme with the medieval Scottish castle aesthetic."

“But would it work for me I do not know. Are they appropriate for what we have coming potentially. I do not know.” The woman admitted with a sigh as she look at the options that they had in the training room. It had been nagging at her that she needed something. “Can you see me with a battleaxe?”

Jonathan pulled a face. "On second thought, I don't think you'd really suit the 'raging barbarian' stereotype. Why not something that compliments your skills and your mutant power? Precognition is predictive. Knowing where something or someone will be. That maybe lends itself to something thrown, perhaps?"

Phoebe nodded. That was not a bad suggestion at all and something she had used a few times previously. “I do not think I am a barbarian at all though I do have the hair for it.” She said thoughtfully as she started to stretch a little.

"So..." He thoughtfully picked up a smaller dagger. "How's your aim? I bet that power of yours helps." He offered it out to her, seeing if she was keen.

"I calculated Otis' abilities to rescue Reagan..." She said looking at the dagger. "I had never considered something like this but lets give it a go then." She announced her keenness with a wicked grin.

"All right then," Jonathan nodded. With a motion of his hand he drew a circle in the air, leaving a trail of turquoise flame that became a ring about the size of a football. Another motion later, and the ring drifted away from them a distance. "Think you can win the big teddy bear?" he smiled.

“Oh completely.” Phoebe narrowed her eyes and flung the first one. The knife nearly hit the circle but did not quite have the strength behind it. “This time.” She said flinging it harder and already foreseeing that it would fly through the turquoise circle. “Just needed to be a bit more forceful.” She added as she went to retrieve the knifes.

"Not too forceful," Jonathan noted. "As with anything, it's important to use care; we're usually not aiming to murder people with pointy things."

“Speak for yourself.” Phoebe laughed as she pulled out the knives. Aiming with pointy things was somehow she kept the weird shit of London in check.

"I do speak for myself," he nodded, face serious for a moment. "I try very hard not to use my powers to cause lasting damage or harm." At least not again, he added silently. "I think it's something we all need to ensure we're conscious of."

"You do not know what my last job was Johnathan or why I came here but let's put it this way something the pointy things are the only way to keep alive," Phoebe said gently. "There is conscious and then there is being blind to what dangers coming our way."

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