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Training Day

Dolemeck was a bit excited about today. He would finally start training in the Danger room with his telekinetic powers. Not just that, but he would also be training with Ilya. Since his arrival, the two formed a unique bond which enabled them both to open about their lives and problems. This made Dolemeck less anxious around the mansion and in class. He was coming off as more relaxed and mature.

The two only worried that Headmistress Ramsey would say something about their closeness. It hung over their heads as they entered the Danger Room. Dolemeck allowed Ilya to wheel him in, and both young men were dressed in their training uniforms (which Dolemeck hated his with a passion). Giving Rachel a salute, Dolemeck smiled as they arrived.

"Dolemeck Night, reporting for training, Headmistress Ramsey!" He sounded more cheerful and care-free than ever. All of this, despite the worry he felt inside.

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When asked to stop, he did, dropping the large box down with a loud thud. He gave out a gasp in relief, as the weight was gone, along with the pain and dizziness he had started to feel. His gloved hand went to hold his head, as he continued to breath heavily.

"Why... why could I not?" He asked himself, failing to realize he had a nose bleed. "Headmistress Ramsey?"

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While she hadn't meant to use it in this session, Rachel did have a handkerchief in one of her pockets. She fished it out and floated it over to the boy.

"Because it's heavy, Mr. Night. It confirms my assumption. Your telekinesis is built for finesse and not power. You don't use your powers enough properly to build it up. You could be walking around under the power of your own mind if you worked at it, but instead you throw yourself into personal crisis after personal crisis so you don't have to think about it." She quirked an eyebrow.

"If you expect danger and excitement in your Danger Room training sessions, you'll be disappointed until your power level increases. Especially as you push yourself too far with over-sized expectations and likely hinder your power from growing."

He blinked, taking the handkerchief and applying it to his nose. Did he have a booger or something? No... it was blood. He tilted his head back a bit, holding the handkerchief to his nose and hoping the bleeding would stop before he headed out and saw Ilya. He did not want to worry his beloved one.

"I was not expecting excitement. I was hoping by now I could lift something that heavy." He sounded a bit funny because of his nose.

Rachel's words hit a nerve in him, partly because they were somewhat true. He moved his head back to it's normal position and closed his eyes tightly. The boxes started to shake, and then they went flying, slamming into the back wall of the danger room. He had telekineticly pushed them away.

"I... am sorry." He managed to speak, sounding like there was something stuffed up his nose as he continued to wait for the nosebleed to stop. "Headmistress Ramsey, it is easier to pick up light objects. Objects I can hold in my hand, manipulate on my own. Things I know how they feel... I cannot remember how my legs feel, anymore. With the leg braces, there was a slight numbness and I could feel the leg braces. Now? It is like they are there, but they are not at the same time."

He gave out a sigh, finally moving his head back into a more normal position.

"I am frightened that if I try and manipulate my legs with my powers that I could hurt me-self without even knowing it. And then what? I would be scolded for trying too hard, and ending back up in the infirmary, right?"

He lifted the handkerchief off his nose, hoping the bleeding had stopped by now. It was less than what it was, but it was still there. He placed the cloth back up to his nose, unusual green eyes looking up at Rachel.

"My powers are used to help me everyday. I take advantage of them so I do not have to ask people for help with small things and have SOME small fragment of independence left. Ilya chides me on it, saying I am doing this too much, to the point I am exhausted at the end of the day. I am over-using them, Headmistress Ramsey. I need to find a balance."

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Rachel turned to look at the boxes that had been surrounding her. She took a deep breath. When she turned back to face Dolemeck, she did not look happy.

"Every day things are not strength building. Building your powers up takes time and not giving yourself an aneurysm lifting something greater than your current level. Telekinetic manipulation is also not feeling an object, it's moving an object." To demonstrate, she moved the metal boxes back to their original positions. She pointed at one of the boxes. "If anyone else but myself had been in this room with that stunt you just pulled, they could have been hurt. This isn't about uncontrollable or even weak powers. This is about you acting without thinking. And as often as you've ended up in the infirmary, it's quite clear you are not learning from your mistakes. You are a clear and present hazard to yourself and others.

"You need to do more than find a balance with your powers. Effective immediately, you are on probation. Further solutions will pend once I have a meeting with your teachers. Danger Room: End Program DN-001."

"What is it I need to do... and what the bloody hell is probation!?" He looked a bit shocked at this. He honestly was confused by this. What did probation at the school mean? "And what kind of solutions!?"

"What it means, Mr. Night, is a lot of things. Some of these will be refined even more once I have the opportunity to talk to your teachers." She was unruffled by his shock and confusion.

"You will not use your powers without a faculty or staff member present. You will be given extra classes, regular meetings with one or more faculty members of my choosing, and have to write a term paper on safe and ethical use of mutant powers. You will be given extra chores. You will be restricted to campus with the only exception being going to your support groups. To which you will go immediately to them and return to campus immediately once they are finished. You will also have an on-campus curfew; you are to be in your dorm room at 11 PM unless otherwise given permission."

She paused to let those sink in but she wasn't done. "You will not have access to the pool, the Danger Room, or the lake until such time as we can be convinced you consider the consequences of your actions before doing them. All that, Mr. Night, and if you cause harm to yourself or anyone else at Xavier's, you will be expelled. Is that understood?"

"E-expelled?" That was like a hammer coming down on him. Of he was expelled, where would he go? His brother made it clear he could not come back home to England. He felt like he had no control over anything, now.

"But I know not to go swimming by me-self or without a floatation device, now! I know it is not possible for me to do so, and that if I try I could drowned!"

He liked living and NOT being in the infirmary. He had someone to live for, someone special. Someone that if he got hurt, would hurt worse. So he was trying to be extra careful with his powers and taking care of himself.

Now, he and that someone special could not have picnics by the lake until further notice. He had to be in his dorm by eleven, no powers without staff around...

"This... is not fair! How am I to dress myself or take care of things if I am not allowed to use my powers without anyone around!?"

"Yes, you could be expelled if your pattern of behavior does not improve." She raised an eyebrow at the excuses she picked up on. She did not look impressed at his reasoning.

"Plenty of people with similar medical conditions manage to get dressed by themselves without the aid of telekinesis. Our former headmaster and namesake of this school prominent among them."

Dolemeck had nothing more to say, he was frustrated to the point he was shaking. He depended on his powers for certain things, now he was restricted from using them. And because it was a rule... he could not break it.

He felt like all the small bits of control he had were slipping away. He now had more homework, more classes, more chores... and no doubt without his powers. It felt overwhelming, even a little frightening. Okay, a lot frightening.

"It's too much..."

"This is the situation you've put yourself into. It's also the one you can get yourself out of." She nodded toward the exit to the Danger Room.

"Your training session is over. Send Ilya in."

"Aye..." He gave off a sigh, forcing a smile on to his face as he started to wheel himself out of the Danger Room. Once the doors opened, he waved to Ilya.

"It's your turn, Ilya." He tried to sound cheerful and happy. It was better than sounding hurt, exhausted, and scared. There was now some dried blood on his nose, as the handkerchief was removed and just clutched in his hand. "I will wait for you right here."

"Are you okay?" he looks at the blood and then into the Danger Room, frowning slightly. "We'll talk when I'm done, okay?"

He goes into the Danger Room, not sure what to do or what to expect. His eyes stay on the Headmistress, nervous, expecting something to suddenly happen that he'd have to react to. Ilya can't help worrying about Dolemeck. Should they really be pushing someone to the point they bleed? Is he okay? His pride is a delicate thing and Ilya doesn't know how to play 'supportive best bud' when he's never had a friend before.

Then it hits Ilya that he might fail and lose the only real connection he's made here or has in this century, and his focus grows laser-sharp. He will bring down the walls if he has to just to prove he's worthy of a spot here.

Rachel stayed in the center of the room. The metal boxes surrounding her sank back into the floor. She watched Ilya intently, seeing him go from worried to focused.

"Welcome, Mr. Gavrilov," she said only after the Danger Room doors shut behind him. "Ready to do your power assessment?"

It's never going to not be weird to be called Mr. Gavrilov. It implies a level of professionalism and maturity he just doesn't have and it's so... respectful. This is a strange place.

"Yes ma'am." And then, because he's Ilya and he's ever the people-pleaser, he adds, "Um, if it's okay with you."

"I'm not the one being tested. It's more than okay with me," she commented with an enigmatic smile.

"Come forward." She motioned at him with a roll of her fingertips. "Danger Room: begin assessment IG-01."

In response, a large, flat panel rose out of the floor beside her. It slid up soundlessly until it was as tall as her. It appeared to be made of the same material as the walls of the room only more reflective.

He walks forward and... he's not sure what she expects him to do with the reflective panel, exactly. Move it, presumably, but where? Or was he supposed to hold it up or something? Ilya looked at her, waiting for instructions, but the size of it didn't seem to intimidate him.

Rachel had not expected him to do anything with it until instructed. She was slightly heartened he didn't use the large, reflective surface for primping. She nodded to the panel.

"Use your telekinesis to push against that as hard as you can. It will give me an idea of the strength level of your powers. When you've pushed your hardest, stop."

It's a reflective surface, it's not a magic mirror. There's really no way to make Ilya more attractive when he has Chukchi eyebrows and bone structure paired with white coloration. This is really the best he can hope for appearance-wise and he's a lot more concerned with how well he does on this test, quite frankly.

Well, it doesn't actually weigh that much by his ludicrous standards - since he was always expected to push 600lb mine carts three or four times a day, what should probably be a really hard test isn't that bad. He pushes against it with as much energy as he can - away from the Headmistress, thanks, he really likes her and doesn't want to hurt her - and it creaked loudly since it was embedded in the floor to a degree before, with a snap, breaking at the bottom and flying off clear across the room until it hit a wall.

The thud was fairly loud. Ilya immediately turned to her to start apologizing. "I am so, so sorry I broke that. I mean it. I didn't - I - I've never worked with that kind of material before - please, please don't throw me out?" It's more of an embarrassed plea than anything else, and all the self doubt pours in: stupid Chukchi, stupid brainless muscle, destructive idiot, better off in a gulag where he couldn't hurt anyone...

Oh, crap, did she hear any of that?

Rachel wouldn't notice his power levels were ludicrous at all. Of the two of them in the room, she was the one who who had at one point lifted an entire city with her mind. The 600 lb mine carts were not near her upper threshold to her musclebrain.

"Mr. Gavrilov," she started before she paused. She took a breath to let the day's earlier irritation go. "Ilya, this is a test in the Danger Room. Things will break. I prefer them to be the parts of the test rather than you."

She waved her hand toward the broken panel. It pressed more firmly into the floor and melted back into it. The censors located around the room would give her feedback later on how hard this young man had pushed. "You are not now nor have you ever been stupid. Naive and eager to please, certainly. But not unintelligent. You are no more destructive than I am."

She heard most of Ilya's thoughts. He had not quite gone through the telepathic discipline to shield them properly. Another thing to add to his curriculum particularly as he was a telepath. She reached into a pocket and pulled out a quarter. She flipped it on the ground where it hit with a metallic plink and a roll before settling a foot or so away from them. "Now, pick that coin up with your powers."

She put up telekinetic shields around herself to protect from any backlash.

He might've argued the stupid point if only due to the lack of education, but then she gave him the most dreaded test of all. He froze momentarily, biting his lip. Fine control was not his forte. He was too new, he - Dolemeck, think of having friends, an education, not being alone, actually being able to talk to someone and laugh for the first time in his life. This was too important to freeze up right now.

Ilya took a deep breath and tried to pick the coin up. Instead, a chunk of metal from the floor around it, as well as the coin itself, rocketed upward and hit the ceiling. He managed to keep everything but the coin from hitting the ground, because he'd blocked rocks from unstable mines before, but the coin was too light, and hit the floor anyway. After a moment, everything else shattered into tiny pieces and exploded everywhere, unable to stay airborne with that much outside pressure pushing on it. The metal glinted in the light as tiny shards rained down.

For a moment something flashed through his head, glinting light like this, and the sudden sensation of being freezing cold hit him, as it so often did. He blinked, dazed, and then came back to himself as he realized he'd failed the test completely.

"...can I try again? I can do better, I promise!" Please don't kick him out, he had two whole conversations yesterday that didn't involve SHIELD or the government, he can't go back to how things were!

The added destructive elements in this assessment were very illustrative. The Shi'ar tech in the room was much more durable than the damage most students could put out. Rachel wasn't remotely worried about the actual parts of the Danger Room being destroyed. She was also perfectly shielded as the small, metal bits rained down around her.

"These tests are not pass/fail." She had to coin float to her hand. It landed on the pad of her forefinger. The coin raised up on edge and spun slowly on her finger. "It's to see what you can do, so the education you get on using your powers is tailored to you."

She flipped the spinning coin to the floor. She let it roll a foot away from her and knocked it over. "Again."

Amazingly, the results of him trying harder so he doesn't look like a raging incompetent 'muscle-brain' just results in the same debris and small metal confetti effect as before, but slightly bigger.

Again, the sensation of being cold and a vague memory of metal goes through him, and this time he can't suppress a shudder, rubbing his arms to chase out a chill more psychological than physical. He wishes he was in his usual layers of clothing that kept him overheated. He needs it.

Rachel hummed to herself a moment as the floor carnage showered down around her. She raised her hand and the coin flipped into her palm.

"I've got a fair idea on that aspect." She put the coin back into her pocket. She waved her hand to put all the debris back in place while Ilya shudders. She kept watch on him out of the corner of her eye as she waved and the floor solidified once again.

"Ready for another test?" she asked as she turned to the student.

"Yes ma'am." The sooner he's done embarrassing himself, the better. He wishes he had Dolemeck's ability to pick up small things with ease; what he thought was wonderful to watch yesterday just makes him feel inadequate now. It doesn't make sense. Someone with the physical muscles to pick up something heavy can pick up something small, so why can't he?

He keeps rubbing at his arms, absentmindedly. "I'm sorry I keep making such a mess, ma'am. I'm trying my best."

If only his best was less... well, destructive. And this, he noted, is why he would never ever use his powers with other people anywhere around.

"There is nothing wrong with what you're doing now. I need to assess what you can and can't do. We're doing this in the Danger Room because I didn't expect a nice and clean assessment. It can take more damage than most X-Men can dish out." She motioned for him to follow her to a far corner. Once they were situated facing the room, the Danger Room popped a block up in front of them. It was about the size and weight of one of the ore carts Ilya had pushed around in the mines.

"While standing here, push this around the room as far and as much as possible."

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