Holy shit im not dead after all. (Open)
There was a dull thud from the simulated wooden wall as Cal's fist hit it, bone claws cutting in. With a curse, he yanked back hard, freeing them enough to retract them, just in time to duck the punch coming from -- Black Tom?!

It was a Danger Room simulation, of course, one part of the house recreated in the training room, with Cal against a variety of others, also computer-created rather than their real selves. Tom, Raven, Cyclops, even Bobby was there. And wonder of wonders, all on the same side -- against Cal.

The Bobby!Clone shot a stream of ice at him, but he flicked open a lighter and shot back a stream of fire at the same time, forcing it back and creating water on the floor and steam in the air before diving to the side to evade a blast of red energy. A lamp was grabbed, charged, and throw to explode against the not-Cyclops, and he turned around, only to be faced with...Rachel?

Part of his mind screamed at him that it was only the Mystique creation, but the half-second of hesitation was enough for her to land a mean kick across his jaw and send him flying backwards, about to hit the wall before a second optic blast sent him straight through it and into another faux-room. He opened his mouth, screaming hard at Bobby as the other came for him, the sonic vibrations enough that it grabbed its head and fell to the ground, twitching before disappearing, "dead". A hand went to his hurting side as he moved again, throwing a charged piece-of-something at the Tom-creation.

What better place to work out your aggressions than the Danger Room, right?


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