10270/WAP! (No, not that one)

WAP! (No, not that one)
Date of Scene:	24 February 2022
Location:	Danger Room
Synopsis:	Rogue and Remy dial it up to Six! Teen! A arch nemesis robot is made along the way!
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Remy LeBeau

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Rogue has posed:
A robot slaps at Remy!

WAP!

Rogue winces and then looks down at the controller tablet in her hands. "Let me dial it back a bit." She says, standing there in her green and gold bodysuit, leather jacket worn over her shoulders. She stares at the screen and adjusts the robot attacking the Cajun.

"On a scale'a one t'ten, how do you feel?" She asks, clearly reading the screen.

Her green eyes look up at him, with the dark brows above them rased up some, waiting for his answer.

"If ya answer ten, its probably gonna whoop on you some more..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
The slap hits him across the side as he was trying to duck down beneath it and sends him sliding across the floor with a grunt of pain. He's wearing something suitable for the Danger Room, his usual black/magenta/teal costume with the armored version of his jacket...

When he stops sliding he lays on his back, "Like a robot jus' slap me across the room."

His feet come up and he kips onto them with only a slight wince of pain. "Alright, Johnny Five, less do dis, eh?" The toes of his boots hook beneath his staff to kick it back up into his hands, whirling it around to lay along his forearm in a single hand grip.

"Jus' dont hit da face, mon ami."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watches Remy jump back to his feet, and part of her wonders how much he's trying to put on a show for her well being, more than for his own well being. "Okay... lets just say... six." She says before tapping the screen.

The two legged Death Bot starts marching toward Remy then, his arms elongating in to two staves of his own!

Thump, thump, thump! IT's feet march on the metal floor of the Dangerous Room!

It approaches Remy then, and telegraphs its first swing, to try and fake-out with a follow up at the Cajun!

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea!" Rogue says, worried for him.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
A lot of it is probably for Rogue's benefit rather than for his own well being. He was given a clean bill, sure, but he's certainly not at 100%. Which shows in his movements as he tries to do what, a few days ago, would have been second nature. He ducks beneath the telegraphed swing, seeing it for what it was, and just doesn't have the mobility to capitalize himself. His staff wasn't up in time to block the incoming blow and he takes it across the shoulder with a loud WAP!

It sends him off balance, one hand out to catch himself, but he still ends up on his right knee. "DAMMIT!" The end of his staff hits the ground, along with the flat palm of his free hand in a show of frustration.

"Dis should not be dis hard!"

Rogue has posed:
"That's what she said." Rogue's naturally husky voice responds.

Now though, her hand is around the throat of the robot attacker, and she's holding it back from advancing on Remy, while laying her chin on its metal shoulder. She's just eyeing the Cajun...

"I think this was a bad idea." She says then down to him as he struggles to get back up to his feet.

"You sure about it? Like, super sure?" She asks all casually, her chin coming up off of the robot that is swinging its staff arms at Remy trying to reach him while Rogue holds it back...

"We could change the program t'like, Mario Kart? I'll let ya shoot banana peels at my pink scooter."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy pushes himself up on his staff and is using it to support himself far more than he'd like to let on... His other hand is pressing to his abdomen, "I can't sit in dat room anymore, chere.. What if someting happen? What I do, eh? Sit back and watch?" He's got no venom, at least not directed at her. His brow furrows and he blows out a hard sigh... whirling the staff back up to lay on his shoulder.

Never mind that he's doing far more in just a few days than most would do in a few weeks after a gunshot wound. The Cajun just doesn't think about things like that... or if he does, he doesn't think it out loud.

Her attempts to cheer him up, however... he laughs and shakes his head, "Maybe.." Hand flicking around, "Maybe dats better.. I don't know. I just feel useless."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue keeps holding on to the robot as it keeps flailing attacks at Remy that don't reach the man. "Nonsense." She replies to him. "You're still sexy." She says then, showing a grin at him a second later.

"Well. You gotta say 'Mercy' before we're gonna turn this program off." She says next. "So get ready..."

She takes a step back, still holding the metal man by his throat.

"Here he comes!" And then she releases him again while she trots backward with a little spring in her step to get a bit of distance!

Metal Man comes flailing his staves at the Cajun again!

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"I have to say MERCY?!" Remy was going to comment on how he's sexy, but then she had to throw the big guns. He scoffs at such silliness, she wouldn't... Oh god, it's coming right at him! She would, she would!

Teh Cajun stabs his right at the center of the robots face and knocks its head back, but that's about the last time he touches the thing. It is not, however, the last time it touches him.

One of the flailing staffs hit him in the legs as he tries to hand spring over and knocks him right on his side... then in the gut with a foot to send him sliding right up against the wall. Hard.

"Mer-!" It grabs him and tosses him, arms and legs waving through the air as if this will allow him to fly. It will not.. it will make him look pretty silly as he falls though.. So that's a plus. "M-!" The thing grabs his foot and drags him away ~

Hands clawing at the ground as he's once more hurled.

Level six his spectacularly muscled ass!

Rogue has posed:
Rogue starts out thinking that she may have pepped him up some, that maybe he'd be able to do what he does and defeat the robot easily now.

But nope. The WAPS just keep coming.

She winces, a lot.

Her weight shifts from one foot to the other before she finally just appears behind the robot and shouts.

"Judo chop!" And her hand slices down through the robot, breaking it in to pieces. "Mercy." Rogue says then to Remy with a smirk as she walks over to him, and crouches down, with her forearms going to fold over her knees.

"We'll try again in a week, I think." She says at him, smiling softly at him.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy is laying on his back staring up at the overhead lights when Rogue leans down over him. Casting such a long shadow after Judo Chopping a Robot to save him from its vengeful onslaught. His red iris eyes roll back to look at her and he's smiling through what has to be some pretty impressive amounts of pain. Even with armor, that thing was hitting pretty god damn hard.

"A whole week of looking at Hank's hairy ass..." His hand rises, thumbs up to Rogue, "Cannot wait." Rather than kipping to his feet, he rolls over and pushes up off his chest. One foot slides beneath him, then the other, and he stands tall with his palm pressed against his side.

"Maybe next time we start small, eh? Like a toddler... I tink I can beat a toddler."

"A small one."

"Wit one arm."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue rises up when he does. She grins up at him, then steps up on her tip toes to kiss at his cheek. No glove this time to cover it, as she takes the risk of her wobbly control. "No more Hank butt. He said you were good t'go back to your room. Or mine, for that matter." She says with a growing grin.

As they start to walk through the mess of broken robot parts though, Rogue looks down at the tablet computer again.

"Huh. This says it was on sixteen..." She reaches a hand up to brush her white bangs out of her face. "Whoops...."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"... Of course it was... you are just an angel above reproach. Innocent as da fresh driven snow..." Remy smirks down at Rogue and dares to lay an arm across her shoulders, "For dat, I'm staying in your room. Have to keep an eye on you, less you try to pull more fast ones, eh?" His staff collapses down so that it can be neatly tucked away inside his armored jacket.

He doesn't limp, but he is holding his side.

"Whoops." This added under his breath, but he can't quite help laughing about it. There's humor in agony and beating up a wounded man!

Rogue has posed:
Rogue puts her arm around the Cajun as they walk side by side, and her mocking laughter as they go. "I bet." She says.

Behind them, on the ground of the Danger Room... the robot head lies lifeless.

And then its eyes flash red! A quiet metallic voice speaks from its mouthless face.

"That... was notJudo..."