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“Suga’, ah’ would be careful around me if ah’ were you.“ Rogue slides his gloves back on and opens up a bottle of water. He’s been getting more control of his powers lately, but still he knew that he needed to be careful. “What type of training are we here ta’ do?” His brows push up together as he takes several large sips. “Gotta warn ya’, I’m a threat when it comes ta’ close combat.” For all he knows this isn’t even training, but he wants to be prepared for anything that they can throw at him.
“We aren’t here to do anything.” Laurent had been under the tutelage of the institute for a while now, but he still found it difficult to get along with his peers, the product of years of isolation and trauma. “I was here to shred some holograms, guess you forgot to put a sock on the doorknob.” He crosses arms over his chest, looking around the expanse of the Danger Room. “But if you wanted to get your ass kicked, I’d be happy to oblige.”
