Post by Iceman on Feb 20, 2010 15:23:13 GMT
Bobby Drake walked into the Danger Room as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. His clear gaze looking around the room without affection or even resentment. It was business. It was always business the moment he entered the room. He’d spent his initial years goofing off in here. Now, though, it was training. He expelled a sigh as he set in his program into the controls and slid down into the main room. His eyes shut for a moment. “Program Commence.” His eyes flicked open as he watched the room around him change into what looked like a copy of the North Pole. Empty, cold, and covered in ice and snow. He didn’t smile to himself or even try to make a pun. He didn’t have an audience.
Quickly he launched forward into an ice slide. They were steadier now, using the available ice and snow rather than forcing him to create his own. He weaved in and out of some invisible track that he was thinking of. When a huge shard of ice sprang into his path, he dropped down a bit into a crouch as he sharply turned to dodge it by a hair. He smirked then to himself as he kept skating on his track. When another crack into the ground shot up another large piece of ice. This time, Bobby wound up and launched a thick spear through the obstacle to shatter it. He slid through the rubble and started to ascend higher until the slide made a ramp. He stopped the track and just sailed through the air for a moment.
The freefall was freeing. It was for that moment that there were no problems. In this polar setting he was home. His legs stayed together and his arms were outstretched for a moment as if he were flying. His eyes were shut while he felt piece in that suspended moment before his attention turned back to his plummet and he wound up and tossed a beam of ice to make a new track. He landed and continued to skate until it eased to the ground and the icecaps disappeared and all that was left was a stool and a mirror.
Warily, Bobby Drake walked to seat and sat down to look in front of the mirror. He was still ice, even with the polar setting stripped away from him and he was just left to look at this piece of glass. It was taunting him but he kept his eyes trained on it as he forced himself to concentrate. Change back, damn it.
He stayed the same.
Quickly he launched forward into an ice slide. They were steadier now, using the available ice and snow rather than forcing him to create his own. He weaved in and out of some invisible track that he was thinking of. When a huge shard of ice sprang into his path, he dropped down a bit into a crouch as he sharply turned to dodge it by a hair. He smirked then to himself as he kept skating on his track. When another crack into the ground shot up another large piece of ice. This time, Bobby wound up and launched a thick spear through the obstacle to shatter it. He slid through the rubble and started to ascend higher until the slide made a ramp. He stopped the track and just sailed through the air for a moment.
The freefall was freeing. It was for that moment that there were no problems. In this polar setting he was home. His legs stayed together and his arms were outstretched for a moment as if he were flying. His eyes were shut while he felt piece in that suspended moment before his attention turned back to his plummet and he wound up and tossed a beam of ice to make a new track. He landed and continued to skate until it eased to the ground and the icecaps disappeared and all that was left was a stool and a mirror.
Warily, Bobby Drake walked to seat and sat down to look in front of the mirror. He was still ice, even with the polar setting stripped away from him and he was just left to look at this piece of glass. It was taunting him but he kept his eyes trained on it as he forced himself to concentrate. Change back, damn it.
He stayed the same.
