Post by Remy LeBeau on Apr 14, 2010 0:48:10 GMT -5
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i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell[/color][/font]
i know, right now you can't tell[/i]
but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see[/color][/font]
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The doors clanked open as the massive locking mechanisms released them and they slid slowly open. There was an audible sound as air flowed out of the room, the pressure equalized. Remy stayed silent, his eyes wide, not believing what was going on here. The room didn’t seem all that special to warrant such an entry. To him, it looked like an empty room. Remy was slightly mind boggled and turned around raising a questioning brow . “How dis gonna show my powers? It be not’ing but an empty room.”
Immediately the room began to morph before Remy’s eyes. He stepped back warily, surprised at the sudden change in the environment. From under him, the floor changed to padded mats. Before his eyes, the empty room transformed into a lengthy workout area, complete gymnastics equipment of all types along with what looked like some type of obstacle course. “Mon Dieu” he gasped as the room completed its changes.
As the door panels slid closed, Remy whirled around to note that he was now alone in the room, slightly annoyed that he had not paid attention. A few more moments and the lights dimmed slightly. Gambit looked to the ceiling and crouched automatically in a defensive position. A sharp intake of deep breath was all he needed to jump right into the course.
Twisting and turning his body, moving cat-like through various spaces and over rises, landing sure-footed on narrow edges to handstand off, flip, tuck, roll, leap, step-out, roll-out, and flip to another surface. A few minutes into the exercise saw objects begin to fly around and over him. As they neared him, he flipped a charged card to blow the offending things out of the air, maneuvering onto the next obstacle as he did.
Before his eyes, the course changed, extended, and grew more complex. He had no clue how long he ran the track as his mind blanked automatically and time lost meaning. The energy through and around him increased, capturing his attention. He was aware of objects all around him. He continued to leap, twist, and flip cards; his mind focused on the task at hand.
Remy grunted as a foot landed in a slightly miscalculated spot, sending him tumbling to the side of the beam on which he tried to land. A card flew out from his chest to strike the two objects gaining on him, but the damage was enough. The ankle was weakened. Remy began to stumble more; a limp growing evident. objects that had been circling him closed in; their programming set to emit a taser when falling within a few feet of their prey. Arms flailing, tossing cards in all directions, soon Remy was out of cards. He started hurling any object he could find.
Remy was breathing hard now; pain beginning to factor into the fatigue. Sweat poured down his face and neck as he continued to fight. Damn, they were everywhere. He felt his control slipping. He cried out, in an attempt to maintain his power, but it was the last straw. Everything around him started to glow, plasma turning purple around him as the objects began to distort. Eyes shut tight, he brought both hands to his head in an attempt to hold it in, but the energy released itself, destroying things and sending objects everywhere. Yeah, he needed work.
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a different side of me
So I'm role playing with TAG!? NRN NOTES!?.
This boss template was made by GOOSEY; AT CAUTION 2.0 !? and I though you'd want to know. Oh, and the soundtrack, it's all MATCHBOX TWENTY!?
