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Post by Strype on Nov 13, 2007 22:57:20 GMT -5
Kyra knew that something was coming, a dark cloud on the horizon.
Ever since the bank robbery they all interfered in, and Lily's death, something had been nagging at her. And it wasn't until the Professor explained it to the training teams did Kyra realize what it was. This project, with the giant robots called Sentinels. They were intent on driving the mutant race off the planet.
The mere thought sent a chill down her spine, and spurred her to train more often and harder. She was pushing her mutation to the limit; she had to, if she wanted to be of help and not a hindrance.
Mystique had helped her a lot, allowing her to work on the fine tunings of her powers. She had found a middle form, a hybrid between human and tiger. Longer limbs, able to stand upright, claws, fur, and a tail. It gave her more of an advantage when it came to things like climbing, and she didn't have to worry about changing back nude in the middle of a battle.
The only problem was, she still couldn't communicate with anyone. Still in her pure form, she gave a roar of frustration. It wasn't fair, to not be able to speak when she had finally found what felt like a gift when it came to the embarrassing part of her ability. She would keep trying.
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Post by The Man on Nov 13, 2007 23:00:14 GMT -5
::The Professor wheeled across the grounds, surveying the area while Scott and Ororo tended to training sessions. Wideawake would be upon them soon, and his team would need to deploy even sooner than the others. A familiar presence, an orange form caught his eye. Kyra. He wheeled closer to her, projecting his thoughts.:: *I see that you are training.*
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Post by Strype on Nov 13, 2007 23:03:03 GMT -5
Kyra jumped, not expecting the voice. It took her a moment to realize that the Professor was speaking inside her head, through his telepathy, and not right beside her. Then she saw him farther off, wheeling towards her.
*I'm trying,* she thought, her mental tone somewhat embarrassed that he had caught her in the middle of a frustrated moment.
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Post by The Man on Nov 13, 2007 23:04:48 GMT -5
*To try is to train,* ::The Professor reassured her, wheeling closer to her. Each moment of practice was precious.::
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Post by Strype on Nov 13, 2007 23:08:05 GMT -5
She shook her large, furred head. *No, I've been practicing all day. Right now I'm trying to figure out how I can overcome my communication problem.*
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Post by The Man on Nov 13, 2007 23:09:19 GMT -5
::The Professor came to a halt beside her.:: *It is a matter of vocal chords.*
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Post by Strype on Nov 13, 2007 23:12:43 GMT -5
She nodded, sitting on her haunches beside him. *I know, but I can't get it right. There's always something that I do wrong, and everything comes out so...guttural.* If tigers could sigh, she would have. It was an aggravating problem, to not be able to communicate with the rest of her world.
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Post by The Man on Nov 13, 2007 23:15:31 GMT -5
*With sufficient practice, you will find the proper balance. Between then and now, focus on not becoming to frustrated,* ::The Professor turned the wheelchair, so he could better face her.::
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Post by Strype on Nov 13, 2007 23:21:45 GMT -5
She nodded again. *I'll try, Professor.* She concentrated, for a few moments, until her form shrank slightly, until it became the familiar hybrid form she'd been favoring for the past weeks. Raven black hair tumbled down her back and obscured her face, except for the lengthened jaw. *Professor, I'm...scared,* she admitted after a few more moments of silence.
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Post by The Man on Nov 13, 2007 23:30:25 GMT -5
::The Professor could not smile with reassurance; the fact of the matter is they faced a grave situation, and the possibility of injury was great. Few shared his perspective of death, and they were so young, that it was a tragedy for their passings. Fear was not only to be expected, a lack of it would concern him greatly.:: *Kyra, it is natural to be afraid. A wise man once said that bravery is not a lack of fear, but instead the ability to act despite it. A lack of fear in a dangerous situation is foolhardiness.*
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Post by Strype on Nov 13, 2007 23:37:14 GMT -5
She nodded. Her shoulders began to shake, Her jaw was clenched, as if she were worried about letting out a sound, as if she would break if she let it happen. *What if I'm not ready?* she asked silently, sadly.
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Post by The Man on Nov 13, 2007 23:39:57 GMT -5
::The Professor lay a gentle hand on her arm, sensing her unease, her fears. He could not assuage them, not completely, however he could help a bit.:: *Then you do not have to go.*
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Post by Strype on Nov 13, 2007 23:43:58 GMT -5
She shook her head. *No, I have to. I need to help, otherwise we're all at risk. I want to make sure girls like Lily won't ever have to be hurt because of this again.* Her tail twitched, not in agitation, but of conviction.
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Post by The Man on Nov 15, 2007 11:21:13 GMT -5
::The Professor had that same spirit as his motivator, and he was not one to stifle it. However, he wished her to be aware that there was no obligation.:: *If you feel you must, you have the training to go. Should you change your mind, there will be no shame.*
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Post by Strype on Nov 15, 2007 15:42:44 GMT -5
She nodded. *I know. And in the face of war, we're never really given an option; we'd just have to go. So...thank you, for that. But I still want to go.* Her arm reached out, stretching, claws extending to dig small furrows in the dirt.
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