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[So Logan has been planning this for awhile. But he doesn't like announcing things on the journal. Because then people will want to talk to him. And he doesn't like talking to people on the journals. It's bad enough that his journal shows up even after he purposely loses it. And now elves. Damn elves. It's thanks to their pestering that he makes his move. That is, actually offering to 'give' something to the community.

Probably not what the elf had in mind. But then, he impaled it on his claws. So what the hell does he care what it thinks?]

Now I know I ain't exactly the first to offer any kind of combat instructing. So I ain't going to bother looking for civvies. If you don't know how to fight, there's plenty of other people eager to show you the ropes. Not that I ain't willing to consider ya, but you aren't the only people I'm concerned with.

What I do is train mutants. People with powers. So it doesn't matter what you can do. If you're looking to refine your powers, get stronger, and increase your chances of not dying - then I'm your man. I'm known as Wolverine. Or you can call me Logan. If you're interested, see me at the Dome. You'll be getting your introductory lesson there.

[Logan can be found at the Dome, waiting by the console. He's in his X-Men uniform. Anyone who frequents the dome won't find this look too unusual for him. There's also his latest elf. It looks fairly traumatized, worried, and paranoid. Which is why it's hiding behind one of the pillars holding up the second floor, rather than anywhere near Wolverine.

He's so very, very much on the naughty list.]

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"I think she'll do just fine." Mia was a hard worker, after all. And as much as Logan liked to design particularly difficult Danger Room sessions, Ororo knew he knew what he was doing. He wouldn't push her if he knew she couldn't take it.

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"She's due back soon. Feel free to watch." He glanced upward as a subtle invitation to watch from the second floor.

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Ororo nodded. "I'll be sure to see how she does. I was hoping to get some time of my own in, but perhaps that can wait until after she finishes."

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"After I'm done with the recruits, maybe you'd like to take a go at level three again."

The third level of Logan's Run was nigh impossible. At least, it seemed that way. He had high hopes for Ororo to figure it out eventually.

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"Perhaps. Though I was planning to be able to walk back to the house after the fact." But, she wasn't going to back down from the obvious challenge.

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"Then count yourself lucky that we might be getting a healer on the team."

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"One good thing among many others that she can contribute to the team." Ororo agreed, smiling. "Level three it is, then."

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Logan cued it up on the console. He then gestured to chamber three. "After you."

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She raised an eyebrow at him, sort of amused at his faux-gentlemanliness.

"And what happened to waiting until after you finished with our new recruits?"

Unless, of course, he assumed she wouldn't last that long at all. That, or he'd just let the new recruits wait; either was a possibility.

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"I changed my mind. They could use the demo reel."

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"At my expense?" Ororo chuckled even as she stepped towards chamber three.

shall we handwave this?

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"Usually it's at mine. I figured you'd appreciate the change."

works for me!

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"It keeps things interesting, at the very least," she agreed, eyes glowing as lightning crackled at her fingertips just as she entered the chamber, ready to give Logan's special scenario a good run for the money this time around.

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From above, Logan watched. It was his usual fare. Lots of turrets, collapsing walls, buzz saw grinders, and the addition of Malnosso droids. Some of the spaces were intentionally designed to be narrow for useful flying. Constrained and boxed in. This was to test her reaction speed, not her mutant abilities.

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Being that this wasn't her first run with this session, Ororo was prepared for Logan's 'usual.' She started the scenario out on foot, already knowing she would be shot down from the sky by the handfuls of droids and turrets if she was not careful. The saws she managed to dodge fluidly, and for the most part she was making a point of acting defensively, using her powers sparingly. Wind and lightning weren't easy to control in small, contained spaces.

But, Storm was feeling reasonably confident that though she might not finish the scenario to the end, she was going to at least get farther than she did last time. Or at least, she was. Until she noticed that the longer she lasted, the more boxed-in the scenario got. She took a deep breath, willed her old fears away.

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The next segment was a long corridor, filled with traps, turrets, and other obstacles. Narrower and narrower. He was well aware she had her trouble with tight spaces. Part of the thought behind designing it. He was, at the very least, considerate enough to never have it box her in. That was a shtick reserved more for himself.

But it was getting harder. The next droids were immune to electricity.

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She was trying to wean herself off of depending on her lightning - but it was still what she fell back on, especially in situations like this one. With the corridor getting narrower, she had less room to direct the winds, less space to call forth the bursts of hail and sleet she wanted to use.

She settled for lowering the temperatures in the space she was given, hoping it would slow the droids and other tech enough for her to deal with them separately. But the few seconds she'd spent on trying the lightning earlier was time she wasn't getting back, and soon the droids would be too many for her to deal with on her own.

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They'd been at this point more than once. Two droids arrived every thirty seconds. When they could be easily beaten, they were just a distraction. But even as the cold slowed them down, it wasn't stopping them. It just meant there'd be more when the second round caught up.

But there might be a chance to shake them in the next corridor. It was a typical Logan's Run design. A series of heavy, metal chompers to crush things vertically or horizontally. In ideal conditions, she might have time to watch to figure out a pattern. But with droids quickly incoming, there was no time. Which meant it was all instincts.

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Working out a pattern would have been ideal, but Ororo knew she had to play for time. Knowing Logan, those droids would catch up to her in no time at all, perhaps even stronger before. Thankfully, she had a slight edge - she could feel the slightest shifts in the air whenever the chompers came out to play, so to speak. It was just a matter of reacting in time to them, and hoping that she was limber enough to make it to the end of this corridor, at the very least. She might make it through, but surely the droids behind her would not?

Vaguely she wondered just how long this scenario was, or if it even ended at all.

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The exit was not far off. She just had one last area to cross through. The grand finale, so to speak. One of Trask's sentinels guarded the exit. As did a dozen turrets, fake holographic barriers, and a floor that continuously collapsed the very moment she stopped standing on a tile. On the ceiling was a massive fan blowing down. While it wouldn't make it that much harder to stand, it would severely complicate her ability to fly. Logan expected this part to be done on foot, not in the air.]

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She'd made the mistake of standing still, hoping to assess the situation - she'd been thinking on her feet so long, she wanted a plan of attack when dealing with that Sentinel looming ahead of her. So when the floor collapsed under her feet, she was unprepared - flying back up to level ground was difficult, with the fan above. Her instinct was to redirect the winds to her advantage, but that took a level of concentration that left her open to the attacks of the Sentinel, and the turrets besides.

Ororo was graceful in the air, but it was not long at all before lasers were screaming at her from multiple directions. One grazed her shoulder as she dodged the Sentinel's heavier attacks, sending her straight into the path of a few others.