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Post by Analyse on Jul 3, 2006 17:10:37 GMT -5
The training room was a maze of mirrors with various robotic/holographic villains running around, specifically designed to drive the user crazy. Natasha was sure that it had been thought up by some smart ass government agent content in the knowledge he'd never have to use it.
Personally, it was one of Natasha's favorite training rooms. It was helpful for training her other senses besides sight. And it wasn't quite as annoying as the dark room the Red Room had so helpfully designed.
Wearing a pair of track pants and a sports bra, both black, she stalked her way through the maze. She held her hands out in front of her, one held a pistol and one held a knife, and she kept her eyes closed as she tried to make sure she didn't run into anything.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 3, 2006 21:19:28 GMT -5
On a different track but still close buy Peter crawled along the walls of the maze in costume. He'd hoped his spider-sense would make this easy but as it turns out bumping into walls doesn't count as 'immediate threat' and so he was doing it fairly often.
It did still help him deal with the killer robots and holograms so that was a plus. Of course, he was still lost and hadn't actually run into anything or one in some time.
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Post by Analyse on Jul 3, 2006 21:25:55 GMT -5
There was a heavy footfall behind her. At least, Natasha thought it was behind her, but sound had a habit of echoing. Frowning, she shot a single bullet in an aimless direction behind her, lashing out with her knife to the side. Glass shattered around her.
Frowning, she cursed under her breath in Russian, listening for anymore sounds.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 3, 2006 21:33:33 GMT -5
Okay, this is getting boring. Peter thought as he bumped into another wall. Shaking his head he turned to backtrack when the tickle at the back of his head told him to duck. Quickly he did so and managed to avoid a shot that had come his way.
Grining under his mask Peter leapt up and crawled along the roof trying to track where the bullet came from. "Marco!"
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Post by Analyse on Jul 3, 2006 21:38:01 GMT -5
Natasha grinned slightly, recognizing the voice. Twirling the blade on her fingers, she turned towards Peter. "Polo!" she called back as she started to walk, glass crunching under her booted feet.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 3, 2006 21:42:14 GMT -5
That slowed him a moment, he'd expected it was a robot or something. Natasha though, this could be fun.
Moving along the ceiling he worked harder on not running into things and worked through the maze towards her.
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Post by Analyse on Jul 3, 2006 21:47:16 GMT -5
She kept moving, placing one hand along the wall to her right. The knife scraped slightly against the mirror, filling the air with the eery sound of metal on glass.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 3, 2006 21:56:12 GMT -5
Peter gritted his teeth against the noise, definatly not one of his favorites. Still it helped him track her down, turning one corridor then another.
Spotting her he whooped and jumped down, spraying out webbing.
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Post by Analyse on Jul 3, 2006 22:00:06 GMT -5
Natasha could just barely heard the sound of the webbing moving through the air, throwing herself to one side. She didn't push herself completely out of the way, though, her arm sticking to the ground with webbing.
"Missed me, Parker," she opened her eyes and trained the pistol on him, moving her free arm to aim.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 3, 2006 22:11:52 GMT -5
He does miss her and quickly jumps to move out of the way of her gun, firing off another shot of webbing aimed at her gunhand while pulling on the webbing of the other arm in an attempt to throw her off. "All part of my clever plan, Natasha." Not really, but it seems to be now.
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Post by Analyse on Jul 3, 2006 22:15:48 GMT -5
She grinned slightly, moving her hand away from the webbing. Frowning slightly, she let him tug on her other arm, carefuly movign the knife so she could cut at the webbing later. Pulling the trigger, she buried a bullet in the ceiling, hopefully just close enough to scare him into dropping from it.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 3, 2006 22:19:43 GMT -5
"Woah!" He quickly halted as a bullet smacked infront of him. Doing a neat flip he moved to the middle of the wall and shot off another web, the second one having missed as well. Jumping over her to the opposite wall he let go of the first line on her knife hand and shot a new webbing strand at her back, yanking when it stuck to her.
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Post by Analyse on Jul 3, 2006 22:31:41 GMT -5
Natasha grunted slightly when she was suddenly pulled backwards, digging her knife in the ground to at least slow it down.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 4, 2006 0:24:36 GMT -5
And Peter fired off another web, aiming for the back of her legs this time. "Itsy bitsy spider...dang it, now that songs stuck in my head."
Holding onto the last two lines he jumped down to the floor in a crouch.
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Post by Analyse on Jul 5, 2006 21:55:15 GMT -5
Natasha frowned, tossing the pistol away and searching her boot for a new weapon. Smiling triumphantly, she pulled out the patened Widow's Bite and gritted her teeth to prepare herself. Flicking it on to one of the higher pitched frequencies, she held it tightly and hoped it would be enough to at least distract Peter.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 5, 2006 23:09:38 GMT -5
"Woah mama!" Peter sprang back, releasing his hold on the web lines so he could clap his hands over his ears. Jumping back up to the ceiling he crouched there anchored by his feet as he grit his teeth against the widow's bite.
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Post by Analyse on Jul 8, 2006 21:39:03 GMT -5
Natasha tossed the device on the ground, pulling the web off her with her newly freed hand. Standing, she fished around in her boot for a second knife and instantly went on the defensive, holding both knives out.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 9, 2006 1:38:54 GMT -5
"How come you get sharp and pointys? I want some sharp and pointys too." He mock whined from the ceiling seeing her pulling out more knives. He watched her carefully, made a couple of feints at her but stayed where he was at.
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Post by Analyse on Jul 9, 2006 10:23:19 GMT -5
Natasha smirked slightly and threw one knife to the ceiling, watching as the point buried itself in the white plaster. "Then take them," she shrugged slightly.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 10, 2006 23:35:55 GMT -5
Peter blinked at the knife and looked back at Natasha laughing uneasily. "Yeah...play knife fight with you? Ha, I'd be better off challenging Namor to an underwater breath holding contest."
Debating the knife a moment he pulled it out from the cieling and and looked at it thoughtfully. "I'm sure keeping this away from you would be in my best interest though." Taking the knife in one hand he began to web over it with the other, making a thick sticky ball out of it. Palming the ball he smiled under his mask at Natasha and then threw it down at her and jumped down after it. "Catch!"
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Post by Analyse on Jul 11, 2006 19:49:04 GMT -5
Natasha smirked slightly, sidestepping the ball of web and knife. Twirling the knife she still held on her fingers, she arched an eyebrow at him Peter and watched him. Her muscles were tense as she tried to predict his next move so she could block.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 11, 2006 23:34:28 GMT -5
He landed just after she batted the ball and instantly went down into a crouch, throwing his leg out and trying to sweep Natasha's feet out from under her. "Shh-sshaaaww!"
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Post by Analyse on Jul 11, 2006 23:42:22 GMT -5
She smirked slightly, falling back and tucking in on herself to minimize damage. Rolling back on to her feet, she tried to make sure that she didn't cut herself with the knife.
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Post by adam_bat on Jul 11, 2006 23:51:49 GMT -5
And despite better thinking Peter pressed his attack. Coming up from the crouch he moved in and took a swing at her, moving slower then he usually did and holding back not wanting to hit her too hard. "Ho Ha!"
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Post by Analyse on Jul 11, 2006 23:54:54 GMT -5
Natasha blocked his punch with her forearm. "Did anyone ever tell you it takes more energy to attack than to block?" she asked.
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