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 All Work and No Play, Chrysalis
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Friday, March 23rd
Approximately 5:30ish am



Julian Keller felt sometimes like he was always working on something. He thought after he got his degree and passed the BAR exam, his life would get easier and slow down. Admittedly, it was his own fault. The young man was the type to always have a project of some kind. Since graduating from Columbia, that project has been one resurrected from his earliest days at Xavier’s. Ever since his parents sent him here, and Julian found out about the X-Men, his goal has been to one day be the leader of his own X-Team.

To that end, Julian had taken Mr. Summers’ course in leadership during his time at the school, as well as seeking any other training the X-Men have been willing to give him. The day that he and Fia got promoted to Legacy Squad was amazing, but things didn’t end there. It was most likely the Keller in him, but Julian had a drive to be the best.

Since resuming full time Legacy membership, the telekinetic has been going out of his way to get to know his team better. As Cyclops has said, it is important to know the strength and limitations of your team, and the resources you have.

Lucan was one guy that Julian has never really connected with. He was familiar with the powers, and training level, but could probably count on one hand the number of times the two men had a conversation. Not that Hellion had anything against the one called Chrysalis, they just didn’t seem to have a lot in common. Julian wanted to change that.

It was early on a Friday morning, the only time Julian knew both his and Lucan’s schedules were open. He wasn’t going to ask his teammate and give the English teacher a chance to turn him down. Call it manipulative, but Hellion new that if he really wanted this to happen, he would have more success by, for lack of a better term, bullying the other Legacy Squader into doing a training with him.

Young Keller had been up since 4:00am. Early morning before work was actually the best time to get an open slot in the Danger Room. Now he stood at the door of Lucan in his Legacy Uniform. He knocked, perhaps somewhat obnoxiously. Almost all the Legacy Squad members lived in the transitional apartments. It was a little like being in the school dorms again, but a bit more adult and private. They even had occasional parties at each other’s units, hardly any of which Lucan has made an appearance to. With little regard for disturbing any of the others in the building. Julian knocked again.

“Come on Lucan. I know you’re in there. I scheduled the Danger Room for us. You’ll have plenty of time for a training, and still make it to class.”

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That early Friday morning found Lucan as many others before it had; barely awake. He had been a light sleeper for as long as he could remember, and though the fine details of his sleep schedule had varied considerably over the years with the varying events of his life, he never was much good at sleeping in. While part of him envied his fellow young adults’ (though he was less young by the day) ability to snooze like the dead until noon or later, he had learned to appreciate the perks of the old “Early to Rise” axiom: sunrises and quiet were among his favorites. It was better than just being miserable every morning, he told himself, trying to feel mature and adult about the whole thing (he had tried the misery tactic for some years and decided it wasn’t to his liking). Some days, however, the appreciation took a little more active effort than it did on others.

“Ungh,” annunciated Lucan. The young mutant was slumped in his desk chair, head in arms on said desk, in which pose and place he had awoken several minutes earlier. It had been a slow, achy, deeply unpleasant awakening, during which he had successively become aware of his general surroundings, then his specific location and posture, then the various parts of his body that were unhappy with how he had chosen to spend the night. Well, chosen was perhaps not quite correct. He had been at his desk late, doing something or other (the details eluded him, as most of what he did past 9:00pm was at his desk), and had fallen prey to that insidious trick of the brain that makes one think one can take a quick rest while exhausted at night and not instantly fall asleep.

He supposed that he should be grateful that he was able to fall asleep so easily, given how early he woke up, but at that moment his body was not feeling thankful, and so neither was he. I’m too young to feel this bad. He grumped to himself. Maybe I should just buy an armchair so I can fall asleep in that each night like the old man I am. He joked, but he knew that age was not at fault for his present malaise. Last night aside, he he hadn’t been taking care of himself lately; between teaching, Legacy responsibilities, finishing up his online bachelor’s degree, and the hundred other little distractions that came with being a senior (at least, senior-er) member of the school’s staff, sleep, self-care, and exercise had taken a backseat. So instead of making peace with the morning and setting about something that would make him not miserable, he laid his head in his arms and daydreamed of a world in which he was not awake and things did not hurt.

A knock came at the door, Julian unwittingly ruining one Lucan’s two favorite morning things. “Hwuh?” Came the the muffled, baffled reply, the dozer lurching to a sitting position as a vague dread began to play along the boundaries of his consciousness. Still dressed in the pajama pants and worn shirt from the night before, he staggered to his feet and then to the door, which he pulled open a couple of seconds after the second knock. For a few awkward seconds more, he stared at his jumpsuit-adorned intruder, before the various parts of his brain clicked into place and he was able to speak. “Ju-Julian?”

It sounded like a question, but it really wasn’t one, of course. He knew his teammate, by experience and reputation. Ambitious, bold, and worldly, Julian seemed everything Lucan was not. The sort of person he was glad was a part of the X-family, and would likely be a great asset to it, but not the sort of person he was eager to spend his free time getting to know. Come to think, he hadn’t really spent his free time getting to know anyone lately, much less his squad: maybe I need to work on that.

Realizing that several more awkward seconds had gone by and that Julian was trying to make him do (for reasons that evaded his sleep-addled senses) something he didn’t wish to do, Lucan tried to put forth a reasonable defense: “I … but it’s still … and, the Danger Room … I mean, I’ve got … stuuuuufffff …” He trailed off, realizing that he failed not only to make a convincing refusal, but even to make it clear he was refusing at all.

Ungh.
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It was about the reaction that Julian had expected. To be honest, if Lucan had just told Julian to "F- off" and slammed the door, that would have been something, but the driven young lawyer knew that Lucan was either too polite, or too much of a push over to do that. Either way, the other Legacy member's half baked defense of having "stuff" was negligible.

Julian just stared at Lucan until it was clear to both that Lucan would comply. Then Hellion turned and called to Chrysalis as he walked down the hall. "Suit up, see you in ten. You're going to want your coffee before this. Don't worry too much about how you look, you can shower later. I don't mind the smell. " And with that. Julian was gone.

Admittedly he just added that last bit to be a brat.

More than just wanting to be a good teammate, there was something about Lucan that reminded Julian of the dorm roommate he had here at Xavier's when he was still a student. Ethan had been Julian's friend that knew he was a mutant. The boy had an air of humility and congeniality in spite of having so much to be proud of. Lucan was a good looking, strong, intelligent man with an awesome power. Julian just didn't get how anyone with those qualifications could be so quiet and reserved about it. Maybe that was just because Hellion was a raving egomaniac from birth.

Ten minutes later, an only marginally more bright eyed and bushy tailed Lucan arrived at the big metal doors in the school's secret sub-basement that separated them from the high tech holographic training gymnasium that was affectionately referred to as the Danger Room.

"Geez, Lucan. Can't you at least manager a smile or anything? People would think I kidnapped you." It was only slightly a joke, because he kind of did kidnap the man, and he definitely didn't seem happy to be here.

Julian entered the code, and the doors opened. The second they entered, the DR's system knew who they were, and what their current statistics were. Everything done in the room was cataloged, quantified, analyzed, and used to determine what each person was capable of so that the simulation can pose a proper challenge. "Danger.." Julian called to the artificial intelligence that ran the simulator. Before continuing, he looked over at Chrysalis, and looked him up and down as if appraising. ".. run the Head Strong program, Hellion variation Charlie. Start at level 4." The room beeped it's acknowledgement.

The Head Strong program was a fairly basic and oft used simulation for training, particularly if you are just looking for something quick. It starts out with a comparatively low level monster, and then once you beat that monster, it throws a slightly increased level monster at you that has adapted a little to be resistant but not immune to how you defeated the previous monster. And once you defeat it, the next one will be even more increased. The training behind it was to see your endurance, and also how well you can adapt your attacks rather than defeating each monster the exact same way. Eventually you should be facing a monster so high level and resistant to your attacks, that you lose to them. Then Danger would give you your score. The "Hellion Variation Charlie" was probably the part that Lucan would not be expecting. Julian ran the Head Strong a lot, and got bored with the same old monsters. He got the AI to accept small changes to the program, to keep it interesting. Mostly that the monsters were replaced by things that were whimsical, cute and/or cuddly, but turned evil or creepy somehow. They would still get bigger and stronger with each defeat, but always look like something out of a haunted fun house. Something that Hellion was deliberately withholding from Chrysalis was Zeppy. He would let that be a surprise, assuming they reached that level.

The simulation began, though it was subtle. The dark room suddenly turned on a single shaft of light, shining down on what looked like a tiny little girl in a frilly yellow dress with a hat, standing behind them. The tiny girl had her back to them. Slowly, in a weird toddle, the girl turned around to reveal the cracked, porcelain face of a china doll, with messy blond ringlets. It's cold, dead doll eyes blinked and it uttered a single word. "Mama".

Before the two Legacy Men really had time to process what it had said, the fingers of the doll extended into long silver knife like claws. It's expression contorted into a look of range, and it lunged at the heroes.
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It would have been perfectly reasonable to deny Julian’s “request”, politely or otherwise, for any number of reasons. It was early. He was tired. He hurt. He hadn’t been consulted on the time, nature, or even even the existence of the session. He had class. He had to prepare for class. He was an adult, several years Julian’s senior by age and experience, and he had every right to thank him for the interest and politely slam the door in his face.

A few more awkward seconds went by, and Lucan looked to the side, died a little bit on the inside, and said “Okay.” Some people were made to be pushy and some people were made to be pushovers. Julian strolled away, issuing some parting orders over his shoulder which Lucan mostly comprehended. Frowning at the last bit, he began to raise one arm and turn his head toward the exposed armpit in that ubiquitous display of masculine self-consciousness, but checked himself halfway. If he didn’t smell now, he certainly was going to in an hour or so; his crystals had a number of useful properties, but breathability was not one of them.

Turning around, he surveyed his disorderly room and sighed weakly. Well, looks I’m suiting up. His brain still hadn’t quite woken sufficiently to parse the events of that early morning, so he just did as he was told, half-conscious and with the vague feeling he had been wronged.

Tennish minutes later, Lucan made his appearance at the Danger Room, significantly more awake but no happier. A splash of cold water to the face had accomplished the former (he hadn’t had time for the coffee he craved), while his newly conscious reappraisal of the situation had maintained the latter. Part of him was now properly annoyed at Julian; hot-shot nest egg lawyer or not, Lucan was his senior, and that ought to afford at least a semblance of respect. Plus, showing up at acquaintances’ doors at 5:30 in the morning and making demands was just not something polite people did, or even slightly impolite ones. Did he just know he could get away with it, because it was me? Do I really have that reputation? He knew he was a pushover at heart, of course, but with all his teaching responsibilities it wasn’t a role he had been compelled to fill lately. And yet, he had done it, and now he was going to see it through; trying to weasel out at this point would just be throwing away what little pride he had left.

What Lucan was still mulling over as he arrived was why Julian had done it at all. He had other friends he could practice with, surely. Was this a power play? Had a concerned higher-up put him up to this? Or was this be friendly, to bridge the gap between them? Lucan did not know, and now, as he stood before the trademark chrome doors, he couldn’t find it in him to much care. Whatever would happen, would happen, intentions be damned.

“Heh.” Lucan made a weakly amused noise and twitched one side of his mouth in something like a smile, but it quickly fell away. Julian seemed like he was trying to be friendly (or something), but right now a vague veneer of politeness was all Lucan could muster.

Julian punched in a code, and the two entered the Danger Room. Lucan was wearing his Legacy uniform, crisscrossed with the silver channels that facilitated the passage of his crystals. Ignoring his “partner” for the time being, Lucan ran through a couple of easy stretches, getting his blood pumping a bit and working through some of his residual aches and pains. Head Strong, huh? He was familiar with the program, though it wasn’t his favorite; the heavy toll his powers took on his stamina made tests of endurance difficult for him. Still, he knew it was good for him, and Hellion (he was in codename mode now) could prove a valuable ally. As the room beeped and whirred and dimmed the lights, Lucan glanced over at his teammate and recalled what he could of Hellion’s file (he liked reading files). Advanced telekinesis, notably capable of flight, shielding, and blasts with a significant level of precision and power. If he could use his telekinesis to give the crystallokinetic a little breathing space every now and then, the two of them could actually make quite the team.

Chrysalis was just powering up, dull purple crystals creeping forth to sheathe him from head to toe, when the lights turned on. He was not prepared for the sight that greeted them, and when the B-movie horror doll spoke, he couldn’t quite contain his response: “... the hell?” It occurred to him too late that he had neglected to ask what “Hellion variant Charlie” was, and he did not think we was going to like it.

The thing sprang forward, and immediately Lucan’s brain shifted to the familiar protection mode; whatever that thing was, it wasn’t getting near his teammate. Focusing his own telekinetic energy, he planted his right foot and flung his crystal carapace forward at inhuman speed, aiming to intercept the freak before it got close to Hellion. Arriving just in front of it, he landed on his right foot, planted his left, and swung up his right leg up in fluid, practiced motion to deliver a vicious side kick directly at the doll’s head.
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Chrysalis moved so much faster than Julian ever would have given him credit for. Lucan was so reserved that sometimes the younger man had to remind himself that Lucan has been at the school a lot longer, and been training with the X-Men for a long time. For a while he had left the school, but returned and joined Legacy Squad. All that time, and still this was probably the most social interaction the two men have had.

The purpleish crystals that covered Chrysalis's body gleamed a little in the dim light, giving Lucan the visage of some kind of fairy tale creature, or fantasy knight. Honestly, the sight of Chrysalis being the hero brought a smile to Julian's face. He had always wanted his old roommate, Ethan, to join him in Legacy Squad and live up to his potential, but it didn't happen. Perhaps part of Julian was looking at Lucan as a surrogate for his old friend.

"Nicely done, Chrysalis." The combat training students are taught from the beginning that when you are in hero mode, you called each other by your code names. It was just professional as well as potentially life saving, as you had to hide your real identities. By know, it was second nature to Julian to start calling his teammates and mentors by their X-Men monikers when action started.

The powerful kick did send the child sized doll flying. It slammed against a wall with a sickening crack and shatter sound, as pieces of it's porcelain face fell to the ground. One would have thought that would be the end of Monster number one, and it would go on to the next level, however Julian knew better. He had started the program at level 4 for some challenge, to skip the small time monsters. A level one was basically a sneeze from death already. No, this Doll was not out yet.

With it's face now shattered, the hat and fake curled hair also dropped, revealing a green gremlin of a face that was concealed under the china mask. It had sharp fangs and glowing red eyes, adopting a reptilian look all together. With a piercing growl, the little demon doll darted out of the pillar of light, retreating into the shadows. For a moment, the two men could hear sounds of shuttling or scary echoes of laughter coming from the darkness in different points around them.

Hellion's signature green glowing aura of protection shown around him, and lit up the area around them in emerald light, bright enough to see that there was nothing there. "This fucking doll, man. Where the hell could she have..." But Julian didn't get to finish his statement as there was a dangerous hiss and the doll dropped down from the ceiling, right above Chrysalis. Its long silver clawed fingers leading the way.

Hellion threw out a hand, and a TK bolt intercepted the assassin's creed wannabe, and knocked it off its course for Lucan's head. It hit the ground and rolled with the momentum till it got back to its tiny booted feet, poised for another lunge.

"Try not to use your powers on it to much. This is only the first round." he instructed. It was probably pretty obnoxious for Lucan to have the younger upstart giving him orders, and it was actually now what Julian was trying to do, but he couldn't help himself sometimes. He was constantly catching himself mansplaining to Fia, and had to make the conscious effort to stop.
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The blow struck home, granting a satisfying crunch and sending a mild jolt through Lucan’s body. He had long ago learned to telekinetically brace himself at the moment of impact to avoid destroying his mortal body with his own attacks, but he was never quite able to fully protect himself. A little bit of shock always wormed through, and in his off time Lucan worried how his body would deal with the strain as the years went on. The past few years in particular had seen him develop an increasing burden of intermittent aches and pains, and not all of it could be explained away by bad sleeping habits.

But Lucan wasn’t thinking of any of that right now; right now he was Chrysalis, and Chrysalis had a threat to subdue (even if it wasn't quite a real one). He slowly lowered his right leg and tracked the doll as it crashed against the wall. He nodded in response to Hellion’s compliment, but kept his eyes on the motionless figure. It had been his hope to end the creature with a single, sudden blow; Lucan may have been meek as a mouse, but hesitation was a luxury Chrysalis could not afford. Hesitation endangered his allies and spared his foes, all the while his limited stamina counted down the precious minutes of his usefulness.

Sadly, one kick was not quite enough here. Level 4, right. The figure stirred, and Lucan shifted to a ready stance as the gremlin writhed out of its china carapace. Now that its true form was exposed, it was a little less horrible, but a little shiver of distaste ran through him all the same. Lucan may have survived the worst of Skrullos and The Savage Lands, but he was just no good with horror.

It fled into the dark, and his body tensed, the known terror now obscured again; the manic laughter didn’t do much to help his nerves, either. He welcomed Hellion’s light show with a brief sigh of relief; the thing was fast and vicious, but it didn’t seem terribly durable. If they could keep it from abusing the element of surprise, they two of them could put it down with another good blow or two. He put his right arm over his right thigh and began making small, repetitive motions with his fingers, the underlying crystals thickening and dancing to his touch.

As he worked, his gaze swept from side to side, straining to catch any sound or sight of the beast in the green-tinged dark. His armor design had improved over the years, but it was still impossible for him to maintain the integrity of the helmet portion without impairing his vision and hearing slightly. However great his mastery of them, parlite crystals were still solid mass, and he’d decided a while ago that he’d rather be snuck up on than catch a piece of shrapnel with his eye socket.

Next he knew, there was a burst of light over his head, another crunch, and something crashed into the ground in Lucan’s peripheral vision. He spun towards it, just in time to see the gremlin scramble to its feet. Making a mental note to thank Hellion in a few seconds (he had a pretty good idea of what had happened), Chrysalis shifted his position by a few feet, ensuring he was between his teammate and the monster; this parlor trick would only work if it went for him. “Right,” he said, acknowledging Hellion’s wishes; power dynamics were good and all, but this was combat, and in combat orders were followed (as far as Lucan was concerned). The instant the thing jumped, the armored man shoved his hand into the thickened crystals overlying his thigh and grasped a crystal hilt. In one motion, he slid several feet forward and drew forth a hidden, slender blade from his leg, swinging it up in a one-handed arc aimed directly at “level 4’s” midsection.
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Julian marveled at the parlite weapon that Chrysalis produced. It was all rather impressive. For a moment, all traces of the quiet, reserved English professor were gone, and he was replaced by a bad ass, disciplined warrior. Lucan really knew how to get the job done. Made sense since Lucan had so much time at the school.

The level 4 gremlin doll was run through on the crystaline sword, swiping it's long claws helplessly in the direction of where Lucan's eyes would be. It only wiggled on the blade for a moment, before it's part of the program ended. Level 4 had been defeated. The hologram faded, and the two men were standing alone for a moment.

With Julian and Lucan's challenge ratings combined, the monsters were sure to get much more difficult, very quickly. Hellion was excited to see how high the two of them could get.

"I freaking hate that doll," he said, with a small sneer, "but you won't like the one that's coming next any better."

It was an ominous warning for sure, but not unwarranted. Almost immediately, a new shaft of light shown down onto what at first appeared to be a pile of old clothes. Slowly a stitched cloth arm flopped out and contorted into odd positions. Then another arm, and then a leg. Soon, a human sized rag doll that was whacked out beyond belief, cricked its head at them, titled lazily to once side, and stared at them through dead, button eyes. It's stitched smile seemed so inappropriately twisted.

It's roughly sewn, patchwork arms each ended in a long rusty hooked blade, like reaping sickles. The lack of a skeleton meant that the living scarecrow thing was somewhat contorted as it moved.

"Meet Level 5." Julian managed to say. With unnatural speed, the raggedy monster rushed at them, swiping it's hooked blades at them. Both arms seemed to move independently, each aimed at a different Legacy Member. For Hellion, his green telekinetic shield sprang around him, and the rusted metal crashed against it in sparks and flashes of jade. He flew back a few yards to get some distance, and unleashed softball sized TK bolts at the nightmare fodder, wit a familiar "choom" sound. The doll arched it's torso in crooked angles, avoiding each of the bolts.

"This walking sack of orphan tears doesn't feel pain. To be this one, we have to demolish it." he called to Chrysalis. Julian has run this version enough to know what was coming. It was like he read head in the book to get the ending.

Hellion knew he could use his TK to hold the monster in place, and let Lucan go to town on it, but the more power you use on your opponent in Head Strong , the more powerful the next creature would be. The program was structured that way for a reason. For now, Julian would resist the urge to go full over powered on the lower levels.
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Chrysalis froze with the blade at the top of its arc, his eyes locked with that of his victim. It struggled weekly towards him, artificial malice possessing it to the very end, then went limp. Lucan flicked the tip of the blade away from him, dislodging the beast just as it faded from existence. Another shudder went through him, stronger this time, and he was glad of his armor’s hiding it. Killing was not something he relished, not even that of vile things, and this reptilian terror reminded him too much of Skrullos and what he had done there. He had not enjoyed Skrullos.

His crystal helm dissolved and flowed down to reinforce his shoulder region, exposing his head and allowing him a loud sigh; for a few moments, the man was Lucan again. “Thanks for the save, Hellion.” He said, nodding in his teammate’s direction. Hitting an object in free fall with a projectile was not an easy task in the best of circumstances, and the target being a shadow shrouded wriggling reptile would have made it no easier. Julian may have been younger than Lucan and a bit on the brash side, but he clearly had a strong grasp on his mutation. Maybe this could be a little fun. He grudgingly admitted to himself, though not to his tormentor/teammate.

He sighed again in response to Julian’s cryptic warning, though this one was of resignation, not relief. “Well that j-” Lucan did not get the chance to finish, as the room dimmed and light shone down on an apparently inanimate mass (again?) The shed crystals spun back up to once again protect his head, and he began flowing crystals to his weapon, lengthening and widening the blade; in his experience, a wide variety of Danger Room scenarios could be resolved by thoughtful application of a big ol’ sword. Use against human opponents raised some ethical issues, of course, but as “Level 5” rose and revealed itself to the world, it was clear those would not be troubling him today.

“Eugh.” Came his muffled response. He was getting more used to the funhouse horror aesthetic now, but the thing’s face and contortions were still deeply unsettling. Steeling himself, he planted one foot forward, considering the feasibility of another lightning offensive. Unfortunately, the rag-and-blades-man had the same idea, and he was fast. Almost before Chrysalis could react, the beast was within striking range, and it was all he could do to throw up a double handed guard and hop back a few paces. Rusty, curved metal met straight, purple crystal, making a deeply unpleasant sound but harming nobody.

He landed near Hellion, again being closer to the target than was his teammate, but this time not standing between them; he didn’t want to cut off Hellion’s line of attack. Unfortunately, projectiles alone didn’t seem to be much good. Aim could only get you so far when your target had near-instant reaction times and no spine. Demolish, huh? Lucan pondered, lengthening his sword further with the few precious seconds of respite Hellion’s attacks bought. He could demolish things, sure, but this thing was a tricky target; they would need to restrict its movement somehow.

Half-baked plan in mind, he lowered his stance and readied his sword (now longer than he was tall) behind him, two hands grasping the hilt near his waist. “Hellion, I’m attacking low.” His voice was slightly muffled but intelligible has he stepped briefly into the leader role. “Be ready to hit it if it jumps.”

Lucan had spent a bit of time studying the geometry of combat. He wasn’t a naturally quick thinker, and his power afforded a lot of flexibility that he couldn’t always make use of in the heat of the moment. So he studied, thought and practiced. Hellion’s blasts were basically one dimensional attacks; unless he fired a very large one or many at once, they could be dodged in a number of directions, making predicting foes’ movement difficult. However, if Chrysalis could swing low enough (to prevent ducking) and with a long enough blade (to prevent back-stepping), the target would be forced to jump. And a jumping target was a predictable and vulnerable one. Of course, there was a chance the thing could contort under, but there was hardly the time to calculate that now.

Chrysalis slid forward a short distance and (still a couple feet out the horror’s range) swung his sword with blinding speed, aiming to strike the hologram at mid-thigh height (at least, where that would be on a normal person). As one last little trick, he sent a last surge of crystals to the blade just as he swung, adding a few more feet to its length; this too he had practiced. As the absurdly long blade flashed towards its target, a rush of adrenaline tingled through the crystal knight’s flesh: Let’s see how fast you are.
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Chrysalis picked up on the same thing Julian did. This opponent had a lot of movement in it's favor. It was quick and hard to predict, and when that happens, your best option is to try and constrict your foe's movements, and control the battle field. One step ahead, Lucan knew that Julian's power was better suited to control, and that left Chrysalis to do the striking. His partner easily communicated this to Hellion, letting him know he was going low, and to be ready if the raggedy Level 5 jumped. Despite what Logan thought, Julian could take orders, and not just bark them. Hellion prepared to follow through with his partner's instructions.

Just as thought, the floppy Fiend tried to go higher to do it's signature dodging of Chrysalis's lower swipe, only to find itself crashing against a glowing green barrier. Julian hoped that the program would not count this as the same thing as just flat out holding the thing down with his TK and letting Lucan beat the crap out of it. The truth is the two Legacies could quiet handily defeat these challenges, but part of the exercise was being able to show restraint and control. After all, Cyclops could blow away half a city with his optic blast, but that is not the force he would want to unleash on say, Toad. The X-Men were expected to use just the right amount of force, and not always go in with their full powers blazing. Too much over powering, and the program will start to make you pay for it by skipping to higher levels.

The rag doll of a man took Chrysalis's slash, and tumbled down to the ground. Oddly enough, the cut severed both it's legs at where the knee would have been, but the doll did not show any signs of feeling pain, or slowing down at all. It just began dragging itself along the ground at surprising speeds, it's sword hands making dangerous "clunk" sounds as it stuck the points into the ground to pull itself along, like the front two legs of a spider.

The thing must have picked up on their strategy, or at least the DR did. Knowing it had no chance if it's advantage was being taken away by the telekinetic, it rounded on Julian. How was it able to still move so quickly. If anything, the lack of legs have made it more quick, and really upped the creepy factor.

Hellion knew this was a mistake on their opponent's part, and it would ultimately work for the two man team. If he could keep the nightmarish thing occupied with trying to get at him, it would leave Chrysalis open to decide how to best destroy the thing. To that end, Julian put up a green glowing shield of energy right as the thing lunged at him. It crashed against the barrier, then slid down, but it began repeatedly slashing and hacking at the TK shield. The cold dead facial expression of the rag doll did not change, and yet there was a desperate ferocity in it's movements and slashing that could only mean they have enraged it.

"It's all you, Buddy." Julian called out. The phrase actually caught a bit in Julian's throat. That is exactly the kind of thing that the California boy used to say to Ethan. He really needed to get the comparison out of his head. While it was true that Lucan reminded Julian a lot of his ex-dorm roommate and long lost best friend, he needed to remember that it would not be fair to Lucan or Ethan if he just tried to plug Chrysalis into Ethan's place.
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The thing was fast, as it turned out; fast enough to see the deadly streak of the blade coming and jump (if such a word could be applied to this anatomical disaster) over it. Thankfully, Hellion was fast too, on the uptake and the action. Later that day, when reflecting on the session, Lucan would note how quick Julian was to shift to the role of follower when the situation demanded, and count it a point in the telekinetic’s favor. Now, however, Chrysalis had no time for reflection. There was only the next move, then the counter-move, then the one after that, until one failed. The nature of the program demanded that they would fill that role eventually, but it would not be this round.

An unsettling cracking filled the air as he severed the lower half of the fiend’s legs, and underneath his helmet he grunted with satisfaction. It was always nice when a battle-plan came to fruition, and he really did not care for their target. Hurting living things was one matter, but make-believe monstrosities were totally exempt from Lucan’s normally generous empathy. He halted the blade’s trajectory several feet after it made contact (to prevent endangering his teammate) and drew it back toward himself, reabsorbing some of the length as he did so. In his experience, weapons of unusual size were useful for getting the drop on an enemy, but were generally unwieldy (not to mention dangerous to friendlies).

Unfortunately, he had overestimated the degree to which the monster had been incapacitated. Even as he was recovering his weapon, it flipped onto new legs and scurried past Lucan at full speed, launching into a vicious assault on his partner mere moments after it had itself been successfully attacked. A cold chill went through his body as he whipped around, momentarily possessed by the horrible shame and fear that came with failing to protect a teammate. But it vanished as quickly as it came, as Lucan was quickly reminded that Hellion was no glass cannon; he could probably take as much a beating as Chrysalis himself, if not more.

“It’s all you, buddy.” Whatever the words meant to Hellion, their meaning to Chrysalis was clear; it was time for him to end this. The thing had turned its back (did it have a back?) on him, an error of which the thing would soon be apprised. With his sword now a reasonable size, he took one quick telekinetic step forward and was within mutual striking range of his target. His foot made only a soft clink as it touched down, but through whatever ungodly sense the fiend possessed it realized his coming, and diverted one bladed arm to deal with this second threat. The rusty appendage flew toward Chrysalis’s chest … and continued flying, passing harmlessly over his left shoulder, cleanly severed at the mid-section. The thing had better reflexes, sure; Lucan’s were only human. But in committing to attacking Hellion, it had restricted its own mobility, allowing the near X-Man to know just where he would need to strike. The rest was simple execution. Literally.

The longsword cut the air in a rough, reverse “N” pattern, the first cut taking off the arm and cutting into its lowered torso, the next splitting it from hip (?) to shoulder (?), and the third shearing most of its remaining limbs into pieces. A final horizontal cut the still upright pieces into absolute matchwood, and its remains flew off to the side, the once now incomprehensible body now a scattered pile of incomprehensible rubble. Lucan paused a moment with that final swing frozen in the air, breathing a little heavily as he watched the pieces scatter on the sterile steel floor. Then, the lights came on and he heaved a sigh of relief, his helmet once again slipping away to reveal his (now slightly redder) face. “I daresay that counts as a demolition.” He said with a slight grin as the pieces faded from existence, adrenaline and relief making him forget for a moment that he was supposed to be responsible, serious, and unhappy.
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As menacing and creepy as the thing was, it's attacks were not as strong as Julian would have thought. Sure, without the TK force field, Level 5 would have killed him, but for highly trained members of Legacy Squad, it was more than manageable. It hacked ruthlessly at the green glowing energy wall, just to soon be cut to shreds by the sharp crystal blade of his partner. Hellion just watched as the thing wiggled in expressionless panic, before it stopped moving all together, just a heap of ripped cloth and stuffing.

“I daresay that counts as a demolition.” [Lucan] said with a slight grin as the pieces faded from existence.

"Careful there, stuffy English Professor. You're starting to look like you're having a good time." Julian teased with a playful grin of his own. The telekinetic really didn't know Lucan well enough to have a problem with him, but if he did it would be the same problem he had with Ethan, they just didn't have fun with it. Of course, being in LS was a job and a mission and should be taken seriously, especially in life or death situation, but if you weren't able to enjoy it or feel the satisfaction of it, it's going to turn into a dreaded chore pretty damn quick.

"I think that went well. Good call out, you came up with that strategy really fast." he complimented. It was not Hellion's intention to imply that Chrysalis couldn't do it, he was just impressed by his teammate. "And, I don't think we were too excessive in force, so the next level should be..."

But Julian's words were interrupted, as another spotlight shown down onto what looked like two women dressed in somewhat little girl stype, standing next to each other in dark stained polka dot dresses. Or, one dress rather. At first Julian thought they were just holding hands, but on closer inspection they were joined at the side. Siamese Twins. Their skin was pale, this jet black hair cascading down their backs.

"I've never seen this one before. Danger, what level is this?" he asked.

"..7" came the simple response.

"We skipped a level. But why we didn't..."

Suddenly, a shot of flame burst right in front of Julian, and he fell backward onto the ground to avoid being burned. He looked up at the twin on the left (Julian's left) just finishing a fire breath attack, it's eyes glowing a deep orange color.

"Teamwork." Julian said, now glowing green with a protective aura. He rolled to his feet. "We defeated 5 with teamwork, so the program is adapting to lessen that advantage. I usually run Head Strong alone."

Just then, the right twin looked at Lucan with glowing ice blue eyes, as it's mouth opened and a ray of frost, not unlike Bobby's, shot out. "LOOK OUT!" Hellion called.
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As the thrill of victory faded and his heartbeat slowed, Lucan recalled the details of his situation, and that he probably should still be annoyed at Julian. His grin faltered a bit, but didn’t quite fade away, and renewed a little with Julian’s good-natured ribbing. Though he knew his partner meant it as a joke, there was a part of him that liked being called “professor”. Maybe in another life. He ruminated wistfully. Eking out his bachelor’s degree in between teaching and occasionally saving the world had been tough enough; it seemed unlikely he’d ever have time for a thesis. And stuffy? Lucan had been accused of worse, less true things in his life. “With these things? How could I not?” He tried a little light sarcasm in his riposte; it didn’t come naturally to him, as straightforward and gentle as he was.

He nodded to Hellion’s analysis of his performance, having nothing to add himself. It occurred to him that he had performed the majority of the offense on the first two fights, including both kills, while Hellion had mainly played a supportive, strategic role. To some extent, this could be chalked up to their powers; Chrysalis specialized in precise, sudden, violent strikes on individual targets, while Hellion’s mutation allowed him to control the battlefield and attack multiple enemies at once, up close or at range. However, it was also possible that his kidnapper-turned-partner had been holding back on purpose, to observe and evaluate Chrysalis in action. A slightly annoying thought, but not one Lucan could really find fault in; there was only so much one could learn from files, and Julian with his leader-like qualities (and tendencies) would benefit from a more intimate knowledge of the Legacy Squad’s abilities.

All too soon, the lights dimmed and Lucan sighed, a bit more quietly this time. His helmet re-emerged as before, and he held his sword at the ready; he couldn’t say that the straightforward bladed weapon would be the right tool for the third match running, but given how quickly the first two had started he figured it was best to have something ready from the get go. Their new tormentors appeared, and it was … a girl? No, two girls. No, thought Lucan, squinting distastefully, one and a half girls. He crouched to the right of Hellion, considering dashing forward again, but was caught off guard by the tone of his partner’s voice. For the first time that day, Julian was not in the know, and as the telekinetic conversed with Danger Lucan felt a pit form in his stomach. A torrent of fire blazed forth and Lucan shifted several feet to the right, but it clearly wasn’t aimed at him. Armored as he was, he barely even felt it, only just tasting the heat on his breath as the inferno flew by.

“Teamwork?” Chrysalis asked, not really a question. Hellion’s explanation made sense; Head Strong was designed to force you out of your comfort zone, to solve each puzzle-fight in a new way. They had handily dismantled the last fight by outmaneuvering a single threat, so now there were two. And two enemies meant two… “LOOK OUT”

Chrysalis had his eyes on the sisters, but contemplation dulled his focus, and he had to throw himself further to the right to dodge the icestorm. The left side side of his vision glowed blue and his mouth dried with the sudden cold, but his skin again felt no change. He was reminded of a scientific analysis that had been performed of his crystals when he was a student at the Institute, and was thankful he had managed to dig it up a few years back. “As long as I don’t breathe it in, I can take a hit from them!” He yelled to Hellion, from whom his two dodges had removed him about twenty feet; are they trying to separate us? “My crystals don’t conduct heat!" As he was saying this, over several seconds the longsword in his right hand dissolved and shifted into a round shield, about four feet in diameter and half an inch thick; he was forced to divert some crystals from his armor to complete it. That done, he began jogging forward toward the pair. He didn’t want to get close just yet, when the two had seen so little of what the monster(s) could do, but nor did he want them to feel free to take potshots for the rest of the day. He moved in a straight line at the twins, not trying to move back to Julian; this way, each beam attack would only threaten one of the X-Men.

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