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Post by Sage on Oct 13, 2009 3:06:23 GMT
So someone- Sage wasn't quite sure who, but she was going to find out- had gotten a little overenthusiastic in their last training session in the Danger Room, and had fried the circuits in the computer.
She had not been happy when she found out about it- after all, there was all kinds of difficult programming that went into the computers in the Danger Room. She would, even with her powers, have to take a good chunk of the night to fix it. She shuddered to think how long it would take a non-cyberpath would take to fix something like this.
She took the last drink of her Fresca, then crushed the can and tossed it into the trash. She cracked her knuckles before peering over the side of the computer to inspect the wires on the back.
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Post by wisdom on Oct 13, 2009 17:32:23 GMT
Pete absently rubbed his face as he made his way to the so called “Danger Room”, eager to burn off some of the excess stress teaching seemed to generate. It’d gotten to the point to where his frequent little spot-inspections of the student’s vehicle arrangements, by that he meant hiding out in the garage to smoke, had pretty much been made redundant. That left him with two choices, alcohol or destroying the hell out of a artificial simulation, and given that tomorrow was indeed another school day... Added to the fact that he really didn’t think he could survive ten minutes if he got into the classroom with a hangover, the latter choice seemed to be ideal.
Of course he hadn’t exactly banked on the resident Cyberpath being in the control room, and even less on the fact that someone had actually gone and broken the whole thing before him. Then again, odds on with his rudimentary computer skills he probably would have fried the system before he’d even entered the room, let alone bust it through training.
He glanced a Sage’s back for several seconds, idly recalling that they’d never really chatted. Sure a few words in passing, but other than that they’d practically been strangers. Of course Wisdom did spend much of his free time away from the school, as every sane person probably should in his book, so it was to be expected.
“I suppose this would be a good time to point out that it wasn’t me, right? Because it really wasn’t... I think.”
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Post by Sage on Oct 14, 2009 3:25:10 GMT
Sage could sense that someone had approached the control room- one of her fellow teachers, but not one whom she was close to.
Hell, who was she kidding? She wasn't really buddy-buddy with any of the teachers here at Xavier's... a problem that she should probably fix, but that was beside the point.
She pulled a fried wire out of the back of the computer (it even had the scorch marks to prove it) then stood up and turned around as Pete spoke.
"I doubt even you could have messed the system up this badly." Sage responded with a slight smirk, tossing the burnt wire into the trash can.
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Post by wisdom on Oct 14, 2009 18:41:54 GMT
Pete matched the Sage’s smirk with his own. “Was that a challenge, luv? Because I assure you that with my legendary computing skills or rather a lack there of, I could easily prove you wrong.” Perhaps a slight exaggeration, he wasn’t entirely a walking disaster when it came to machines, just he had an alarming reputation back in the service for returning any high-tech equipment he used in less than stellar condition.
He glanced at the wire as it sailed through the air to land, quite accurately he might add, in the bin beside him. “So... I suppose that, being a cyberpath, this would be what you’d call a fun night in?” It wasn’t a serious question, more of an attempt to actually understand what made his fellow teacher tick. He seriously doubted that even an uptight cyberpath, as he was assuming Sage was from his brief encounters in passing, would classify this as a good night. At least he hoped so.
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Post by Sage on Oct 14, 2009 22:26:37 GMT
"You know to not push a button when you're told not to, right?" Sage asked, crossing her arms. "Because whoever messed this up obviously couldn't understand simple instructions." Of course, the cyberpath's definition of simple was probably different from pratically everyone else in the mansion's definition, but that was beside the point.
She blinked at his next statement, then began to laugh. "Honestly, I don't think anyone would call this a fun night in." she said, gesturing at the computers. "At least, I know I don't."
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Post by wisdom on Oct 15, 2009 16:49:38 GMT
“There’s a difference between knowing and doing, but I get the picture.” Pete smirked and leant against the control room’s doorframe. “Though to be honest... Not to fault the kids, or our fellow staff for that matter, but the ability not to understand simple instructions isn’t exactly an isolated trait around here.” Of course with the amount of damage that seemed to be present, he had a fair idea of who exactly had broken the machine.
“Just had to make sure, luv. You here some pretty odd rumours about Cyberpaths these days, not that that’s any reflection upon you I’m sure, but you never know what makes a person tick.” He let his gaze wander over the mutant briefly, not in the perverted way but merely just to give her the once over. Well, maybe his eyes did rest on a few features longer than was necessary, but he was a guy after all. “So... If wasting your night away in front of a computer isn’t what you’d call a fun night, what is?”
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Post by Sage on Oct 16, 2009 3:16:48 GMT
Sage nodded. "And that's exactly why I hate people sometimes." she stated smirking slightly and then leaning against the computer. "And I think I've heard those odd rumors about cyberpaths, too, but I generally try to avoid fufilling stereotypes."
She raised her eyebrow slightly as she watched him glance at her body. It wasn't that hard for a girl to notice when someone was checking her out, after all.
"My idea of a fun night?" she asked, tapping a finger against her cheek lightly. "Going out. Getting away... going somewhere, anywhere, that's not here." Sometimes, Sage just got sick of her job, and she'd take a break. It was hard for her to play the role of good little cyberpath all the time, after all.
"What about you? I know you must have better things to do with your time then come here to wail on virtual baddies." she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.
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Post by wisdom on Oct 16, 2009 19:04:25 GMT
Pete chuckled softly, “That’s good to know, luv, usually best to avoid the clichés when possible. Keeps life fresh and all that, or so I’m told.” It seemed she wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought, then again he hadn’t really had much to go on beyond first impressions. He’d called in a favour to take a quick unofficial look at some of his teaching staff’s records, but the woman in front of him seemed to be a virtual nonentity in the system. A few words, some hearsay, nothing concrete. She was a mystery.
He raised his hands slightly as if to ward off any retribution from his less than discrete once over, a slight innocent expression playing on his face, an expression that was admittedly marred by the small smirk that quickly sprung into life. The words of his old targeting officer came to mind in situations like this. No one makes a fuss, and no one has to apologise. Of course he’d been talking about something different entirely , but like all good words of wisdom it had multiple applications.
“Better things? Yes. Are they good ideas? Probably not.” He shrugged and leant the side of his head gently against the entranceway. “I mean, I can’t really afford a hangover with a class tomorrow, maybe if they were ‘normal’ kids...” He air quoted with his left hand at the mention of normal. “... But factor in superpowers and I’m liable to lynch a few. And while I could be wrong, I’m pretty sure killing your students is one definitely a teacher no no... No matter how justified.”
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Post by Sage on Oct 17, 2009 23:25:21 GMT
"Good and bad ideas are opinions." Sage said with a shrug. "What's a bad idea to one person might be a good idea to another, and even that may change on the situation."
She laughed at his next comment, though. "God, hungover around our bunch of kids? That's just asking for someone to get hurt. And the Professor would probably take offense if a student died..." she trailed off, then gestured to the broken computer. "But of course, he may have to just deal when I find out who did this."
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Post by wisdom on Oct 18, 2009 0:20:39 GMT
Pete chuckled softly and shook his head. “Trust me, luv. If I think it’s a bad idea, chances are it’s a monumentally awful one. Situations change, I’ll agree to that, but a bad idea can sometimes remain just that. Bad.”
He glanced over the broken computer and smirked slightly, dipping his head to hide it from view. Which, a small voice promptly reminded him, was something pretty redundant considering the woman before him also moonlighted as a telepath when not playing tech-head. “I doubt a student did this, luv. Damage this great, and this wide spread? I’d probably start looking at a certain member of the faculty if you catch my drift, a certain giant red-headed one to be precise.”
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Post by Sage on Oct 18, 2009 2:32:00 GMT
"If you say so." Sage replied with a small smile, then looked down, inspecting the computer.
"You're right." she continued, looking back up at Pete and angrily cracking her knuckles. "I am going to kill the Juggernaut, bring him back and kill him again. How dare he break my computer!"
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. No reason to rant, after all. "Not really, of course. I doubt anything I do could injure him, anyway." she said with a smile. Permanently, at least, but there was no reason to say that aloud, either. Maybe she'd just use her telepathy to mess with his brain a bit... maybe make him sing that one song one day at breakfast, in front of the entire school?
But that all was beside the point, at least for now. She could plot her revenge later.
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Post by wisdom on Oct 18, 2009 13:34:34 GMT
Pete absently wondered if he should be worried about that smile gracing the Cyberpath’s face, if not for himself, than for his giant colleague. ‘Then again,’ he mused, ‘What’s the worse that she could do to him?’[/color]
Of course, the former spy had a pretty good idea of what she could do to poor Cain, but his self preservation instinct told him to stay clear or chance sharing the walking disaster’s fate. Telepaths weren’t the sort of people you wanted to mess with.
He ran a hand through his hair and reached for his packet of cigarettes, nodding his head to Sage as he did. “I won’t ask for the details, luv. See no evil, hear no evil, get smacked upside the head by no evil.”
He slid one of the cancerous tubes into his mouth, once more lighting it up with a liberal application of his power, and took a slow, long drag. Of course it occurred to him that the control room, like a lot of the mansion, probably fell under a no-smoking designation, but at the moment he didn’t really care. It didn’t exactly fulfil his quota for stress busting as downing a good deal of whiskey might, nor the smack down he’d hoped to lay on those artificial bad guys the danger room could create. Still, it took the edge of it at least.
He tilted the pack towards Sage, shaking it softly til one of the cigarettes slid slightly out of the packet. “Smoke?”
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Post by Sage on Oct 21, 2009 4:13:45 GMT
"That would involve me being evil, then." Sage replied with a shrug. While she may be a bit... morally ambiguous, she didn't think she was evil. After all- everything she did, it was for the good of mutant kind, right?
"And you know... smoke is bad for the computers." she said with a slight grin, then reached forwards for the offered cigarette. "I'd normally protest... but I dont think they can in any worse shape."
She spun it around her fingers once, then looked up at Pete. "What's a girl gotta do to get a light, then?" she asked, then laughed slightly.
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Post by wisdom on Oct 21, 2009 17:13:30 GMT
“We’re all evil, luv, it’s all a matter of to what degree.” That was Wisdom’s theory anyway, a theory borne from having seen what he’d seen and done what he’d done. He didn’t exactly classify himself evil either, but he knew he was a long way off track from being good. He couldn’t even defend himself with the argument that it was all for the better good, as half the stuff had left him wondering whose definition of good did it all serve?
“It’s not too great for people either I hear” He took drag on his cigarette as he spoke, seemingly to show how much he really cared about that point in question. “Still, teaching all the brats all day... I’m not entirely sure if I could make it without a cigarette. Or two. Or, indeed, more.”
He smirked and held out his right hand palm up, letting a hot knife dance into life between his index and middle finger. He had to forcibly bite down all the remarks he could have made with that opening, not that it really mattered he supposed, the lady was a telepath.
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Post by Sage on Oct 23, 2009 5:05:40 GMT
Sage leaned forwards slightly, lighting the cigarette on his summoned hot knife. Pure thermal energy, merely calling them hot was a bit on an understatement. And she had known exactly how her last sentence would sound- she wanted to see if she could get a rile out of him.
She brought the cigarette up to her mouth and took a drag from it. "You've got to die somehow, right?" she said with a shrug.
"And I never pictured myself becoming a teacher." she continued. "But I guess someone's gotta teach them all... Unluckily for us, who get stuck with the job."
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