Mystique and Magneto's Great Culinary Caper
By Persephone
AN: Yeah, I'm back. Hi! Here's the first chapter of my latest comic caper, starring none other that the majority of X-Evo's bad guys (and gals)! Hope you enjoy, and remember: Only YOU can prevent forest fires.
Disclaimer: (All-New Witty Poem Version)
The words may be brand spanking new But I'll give credit where it's due... None of the characters are mine I'm just having a good time.
Chapter One: Of Reactions and Rascals
"We will be having dinner with them." Mystique informed the ragtag team that stood in front of her, hoping with all her mighty blue might that they would, in fact, go gently into that good night, tossing Dylan Thomas's well- intentioned advice to the proverbial wind.
"Them who?" Lance asked suspiciosly.
"Magneto and his new recruits." Mystique said with the barest of cringes. She hoped no one saw that cringe. She couldn't afford to show any weakness. None whatsoever...Dear Lord, they were reacting to the news.
Despite Mystique's hopefulness, the announcement was not well received by those hip cats known as the Brotherhood.
Wanda, predictably, glared and grimaced with the stylings of a world-class actress, and screeched like a constipated buffalo about the unfairness of the universe, how much asylum food tasted like cardboard, and she may well have mentioned something about hating and wanting to kill her father in several incredibly imaginative ways involving a cheese grater and a stuffed monkey.
Lance scowled, and announced exactly what Mystique could do with the suggestion, as well as several places where she could put it, some of which she would most definitely have to shift in order to achieve.
Todd disagreed because Wanda disagreed, and for the fact that this "dinner" would take place during Fear Factor, which has to be his favorite show in the world. All those nifty things the people got to eat...he once saw an episode where they ate crickets! Imagine! He would rock at that, he just knew it.
Fred looked excited at the prospect of getting to eat for free in a new, simulating environment, surrounded by people from several nations and backgrounds, and of all the interesting conversational topics which would surely be discussed.
Meanwhile, at Magneto's Super-Secret, Hidden, Very Evil, No Good, Very Bad Lair, similar news was being delivered to the new recruits, who will be referred to as the Rascals for the purposes of this story.
Victor Creed, Senior Rascal, just grunted and headed back to his room, where he realized that Mystique would be coming, and he consequently began to hit his head on the metal walls.
Piotr Rasputin, who WAS the Iron Man, don't listen to what Ozzy'll try to tell you on that count, just nodded briskly, then headed back up the stairs to make sure his crew cut was still perfectly in place.
St. John Alderdyce, who was sick and tired of the St. John's Wort's jokes he'd been cruelly subjected to since his admittance to the exclusive Rascals, just nodded and headed back to the basement, where he was secretly plotting a plan of world dominance that he would implement as soon as Magneto completed the first stages.
Remy LeBeau asked cautiously, " Are there any femmes in the Brotherhood?"
Magneto glared, and said, "Just my daughter."
"Oh well then." Remy replied, and went upstairs to call Belle. Probably it was a good thing that there weren't any femmes because Bella Donna Bordreaux was a very, very scary woman, and he dared not cross her in any shape, form, or fashion.
That left pitiful little Pietro standing in front of his Almighty Father. "W-w-w-wanda'll be here? Here? As in our home? Eating dinner?"
Magneto nodded.
"I wouldn't let her anywhere near the kitchen. No telling what she might do to the food, poison it most likely, not to mention all the sharp things in there, like knives and forks and cheese graters..."
"Cheese graters, Pietro?" asked Magneto with a theatrically perplexed face.
"Those things are wicked." came the reply as Pietro hurried to his room.
*****
Reviews are greatly appreciated!
~Persephone
By Persephone
AN: Yeah, I'm back. Hi! Here's the first chapter of my latest comic caper, starring none other that the majority of X-Evo's bad guys (and gals)! Hope you enjoy, and remember: Only YOU can prevent forest fires.
Disclaimer: (All-New Witty Poem Version)
The words may be brand spanking new But I'll give credit where it's due... None of the characters are mine I'm just having a good time.
Chapter One: Of Reactions and Rascals
"We will be having dinner with them." Mystique informed the ragtag team that stood in front of her, hoping with all her mighty blue might that they would, in fact, go gently into that good night, tossing Dylan Thomas's well- intentioned advice to the proverbial wind.
"Them who?" Lance asked suspiciosly.
"Magneto and his new recruits." Mystique said with the barest of cringes. She hoped no one saw that cringe. She couldn't afford to show any weakness. None whatsoever...Dear Lord, they were reacting to the news.
Despite Mystique's hopefulness, the announcement was not well received by those hip cats known as the Brotherhood.
Wanda, predictably, glared and grimaced with the stylings of a world-class actress, and screeched like a constipated buffalo about the unfairness of the universe, how much asylum food tasted like cardboard, and she may well have mentioned something about hating and wanting to kill her father in several incredibly imaginative ways involving a cheese grater and a stuffed monkey.
Lance scowled, and announced exactly what Mystique could do with the suggestion, as well as several places where she could put it, some of which she would most definitely have to shift in order to achieve.
Todd disagreed because Wanda disagreed, and for the fact that this "dinner" would take place during Fear Factor, which has to be his favorite show in the world. All those nifty things the people got to eat...he once saw an episode where they ate crickets! Imagine! He would rock at that, he just knew it.
Fred looked excited at the prospect of getting to eat for free in a new, simulating environment, surrounded by people from several nations and backgrounds, and of all the interesting conversational topics which would surely be discussed.
Meanwhile, at Magneto's Super-Secret, Hidden, Very Evil, No Good, Very Bad Lair, similar news was being delivered to the new recruits, who will be referred to as the Rascals for the purposes of this story.
Victor Creed, Senior Rascal, just grunted and headed back to his room, where he realized that Mystique would be coming, and he consequently began to hit his head on the metal walls.
Piotr Rasputin, who WAS the Iron Man, don't listen to what Ozzy'll try to tell you on that count, just nodded briskly, then headed back up the stairs to make sure his crew cut was still perfectly in place.
St. John Alderdyce, who was sick and tired of the St. John's Wort's jokes he'd been cruelly subjected to since his admittance to the exclusive Rascals, just nodded and headed back to the basement, where he was secretly plotting a plan of world dominance that he would implement as soon as Magneto completed the first stages.
Remy LeBeau asked cautiously, " Are there any femmes in the Brotherhood?"
Magneto glared, and said, "Just my daughter."
"Oh well then." Remy replied, and went upstairs to call Belle. Probably it was a good thing that there weren't any femmes because Bella Donna Bordreaux was a very, very scary woman, and he dared not cross her in any shape, form, or fashion.
That left pitiful little Pietro standing in front of his Almighty Father. "W-w-w-wanda'll be here? Here? As in our home? Eating dinner?"
Magneto nodded.
"I wouldn't let her anywhere near the kitchen. No telling what she might do to the food, poison it most likely, not to mention all the sharp things in there, like knives and forks and cheese graters..."
"Cheese graters, Pietro?" asked Magneto with a theatrically perplexed face.
"Those things are wicked." came the reply as Pietro hurried to his room.
*****
Reviews are greatly appreciated!
~Persephone