MP3: I'm back! I can update again!!! Yay!! Remember that all of you are
great and these are some great OCs and they will do well other places. It's
just that I don't really need them in this story, so please people , don't
take offense! Here they are (in no particular order)in case you forgot.
It'll go Character's First Name- Codename- Author.
~~ X-Men ~~ Nathaniel- Kaiser- Deacon Keyaira- Key- Miss. Perfect's shadow Cassidy- Cherub- LonleyPoet Andrew- Pixel- Aop85 Ryan (Archer)- Lynx- rogue phoenix Mike- Blender- Thunderfox 150
~~ Brotherhood ~~ Darcy- Mem- Holly Rose E Anne- Dryad- Mille Nomina Seyla- Kitsune- ReikaiPrincess Daniel- Ghost- THE UNKNOWN REVIEWER Denise- Vesuvius- Dee Saylors Jason- Hydro- Arika Kamiya
~~ Acolytes ~~ Josephina- Aurora- pyroyoko Alyssa- Seraphim- Alyssa Triper Samantha- Maelstrom- SOMEONE2003 Tenzo- Liquid- Tenzo Faith- Zephyr- Crimson Zephyr
Also, I had some free rovers that I had to use so here they are. ~~Rebels~~ Kara- Voodoo- Lex Afat- Snake- GenoX Havok(His real name)- Havok- forgottenhavok
And now for .*drum roll* THE REAL STORY!!! ""-Talking ''-Thinking ##-Whatever group I'm talking about (Also means scene change) *******************************************************
# The X-Men #
Professor Charles Xavier surveyed his students from a second-story balcony as they trained on the premises of the Institute, watching both their progress and the road. It did not surprise him in the least when Logan, Hank, Ororo, and a tiny blonde girl came up behind him. The child scampered forward and tried to jump into the Professor's lap. He smirked and pulled the girl up by her armpits, settling her quickly before glancing back up at the road. The other adults walked forward to stand equal with him, the blonde child grinning at first Hank, then Ororo, but when her eyes met with Logan's, she burrowed her face in Xavier's shirt. The man grunted in response and the others laughed. Ororo grabbed the child around her waist, pulling her onto her hip. The girl rested her head on Ororo's shoulder as the dark-skinned woman adjusted to the weight. Logan grunted again and looked down at Xavier. "Chuck, when did we start accepting toddlers to this school? Seems like a waste." Hank chuckled jovially and patted the gruff man on his arm.
"On the contrary Logan, I believe Cassidy is a wonderful addition to
this little family. Besides, even you would have to admit that later
on in her life, Ms. Schwartz's abilities would be quite troublesome." The doorbell interrupted their thoughts and forced them all to look around, bewildered. Cassidy Schwartz wriggled out of Ororo's hold and ran for the door that led to the stairs. Ororo and Hank rushed after her. Logan grunted again as he looked out over the balcony as Xavier looked toward the drive. Two cars had appeared in the driveway and the students were all pointing and speculating. He spun his wheelchair around and moved out of the room and into an elevator that was directly opposite the small study. Before the doors closed, Logan stepped out of the study and Xavier called a request to him.
"If you could tell the arrivals to meet with me in my main study, I
would be quite grateful." Logan grunted and moved toward the stairs. He heard the elevator's doors open downstairs but moved down the stairs regardless. He looked up to see Hank, Ororo, and Cassidy standing in the entry hall with a two teenagers and a middle-aged woman. The woman looked to be about in her forties with pale blonde hair, striking green eyes, and pale skin. She was clad simply in a pair of blue jeans, plain brown loafers, and a loose brown blouse that hung well on her broad shoulders. She had wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning on the female teenager for support. This girl was nearly 5 inches taller than her older companion and easily matched her shoulders for width. She also had pale skin, flashing hazel eyes, and long golden blonde hair that extended to her butt. Her outfit was anything but plain though with baggy blue jeans, a long-sleeved black shirt, black lace-up boots, and black hand gloves all topped off by a long sleeveless white trenchcoat with a high collar. Her eyes met Logan's and he felt as though he had seen them before. He shook it off and turned to look at the other teenager, quickly realizing that he wasn't a teen at all. The man was 6'2 and weighed more than 200 pounds, Logan deduced quickly. (A/N-Don't ask me how he just figured it out but he did!) His dark brown hair was formed into many shoulder-length dreadlockes that hung loose about his slightly tanned face. The man was looking about the room, his eyes resting on everything but the other people occupying it. Logan had to blink when he noticed that the man's eyes were glowing gold. The man held a bag over his shoulder as though it weighed nothing. He finished the descent down the stairs and tried to smile politely at the middle-aged woman. She seemed to brighten at his attempt and lifted her head off her younger companion. Logan was about to greet them when suddenly Cassidy ran from Hank's tickling fingers and hid behind the teenager's jeans-clad legs. All eyes fell on the five-year old, clutching at the stranger's legs, completely oblivious to the fact that a person was attached to them. The dreadlocked man looked quickly from the child to the teenager, waiting for the older girl to react. She took a deep breath before looking down and swiveling her body so that she faced the child. The five year-old realized that the intense hazel eyes were focused on her and gasped, standing up straighter but not loosening her grip. They locked eyes, neither giving up, the child out of fear and the teenager out of amusement although it wasn't very clear on her face. Her voice was deliberate yet sweet when she spoke to Cassidy, the tiniest hint of a Russian accent apparent.
"You are just the most adorable thing. Who, might I ask, are you?" Cassidy broke into a wide smile and replied in a sweet innocent voice with a tiny lisp.
"Cassidy Schwartz. My friends all call me Cherub or Rubi. Will you be
one of my friends now?" The teen returned her wide smile and held back a laugh.
"I certainly hope so Cassidy. Can I call you Cassy though? I think I
might forget Rubi." The child nodded enthusiastically and wrapped her arms around the other girl's neck. Logan had to smile as the older girl dragged Cassy into the air as she stood upright, but was startled when he heard the main door thump shut. Standing in the doorway was a skinny girl of medium height with a head of black hair highlighted with purple streaks that brushed the top of her black tank top. (A/N- Sorry if this isn't how you meant her Miss Perferct but I need to be a bit descriptive!) The tank top revealed a small expanse of skin above her lowrise jeans hung over the toes of her black boots. His eyes caught quickly on four jagged scars on her left arm that ran from her wrist to her elbow. She loosely held onto a ragged duffle bag that had fallen to her feet. The new teen looked around at everyone, apparently nervous and out of place, then met her emerald eyes with Logan's. Another bell of recognition went off in his head, but he couldn't place it and shook it off, just as before. Logan opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Hank spoke in his mellow voice, which seemed to calm the four restless people. "Welcome to the Xavier Institute. I assume you are all here to see Charles Xavier?" All of the strangers nodded, the new teen most deliberately of all, her eyes preoccupied. Hank nodded, more to himself than anything and beckoned them towards the hallway that led to Xavier's main office. Hank began the walk and the others followed, first the dreadlocked man, then the raven- haired teen, and followed by the middle-aged woman. Ororo held out her hand and Cassidy wriggled until the blonde put her down. The teen took off after her companion and both Ororo and Cassidy went down a separate hallway, the five year-old chattering like no tomorrow. The other group, led by Hank, had reached the open doors of the study and were standing on the threshold, waiting for the Professor to draw them in. The Professor was sitting behind his desk, organizing papers until Logan cleared his throat and he looked up out, slightly startled. He waved his hand, calling out to them in an assuring tone,
"Come in and welcome, all of you. I'm Professor Charles Xavier but you
have all probably figured that out by now." The two blonde women chuckled and a smile spread on the man's face. The other teen looked even more nervous then before.
"All of you, please, take a seat. Hank, Logan, if you two would excuse
us. Oh, and Hank, if any new students arrive please send them in." Ororo stepped into the doorway, grinning slightly.
"You won't have to wait for that Charles. They're here already." Charles' eyebrows rose impossibly as in walked three more teenage boys of varying heights and builds. The shortest was skinny with shaggy brown hair, glasses over his brown eyes, and pale skin that secured his label as a 'comic book geek'. Slung over one shoulder was a blue bookbag and carelessly dropped to his sandaled feet was a shapeless one-strapped bag of the same color. He wore a pair of faded jeans shorts and a bright red shirt that declared in big letters that the space needle wasn't all that great. The second boy was about inch taller with tanned skin and messy black hair that flopped into his brown eyes. He was wearing baggy black pants and a long black baggy T-shirt, but his shoes were obscured by a black suit case. They seemed positively preppy next to the third boy, who was trying desperately to hide his fingers, which were each capped by a claw. This teen rose four full inches above his fellows with a solid but seemingly agile build. His hair was long and black, a stray strand falling over ones of his green eyes that had the slant pupil a cat's would. Jutting out behind his long hair were two fuzzy gray-brown cat ears each pierced three times by a silvery earring. He wore black cargos, a studded black belt, and a form fitting long-sleeved black T-shirt. His feet were also obscured by a large black duffle bag. Each boy looked at the Professor with a separate emotion yet he seemed to take them all in at once. Storm lade a reassuring hand on the tallest's shoulder, giving him a trusting smile and a nod. He seemed to relax a little, but balled his fist out of determination.
"Storm, please show the boys to their rooms. Andrew and Mike, you'll
be sharing a room and Ryan, you will be rooming with Bobby. Note that
I will expect all three of you to attend dinner promptly at seven. You
are dismissed." All the boys scooped up their things and followed Ororo out. The Professor folded his hands and began again in an even commanding voice that was also beyond gentle.
"This is all running together I see, so it will have to be cut a
little short. Nathaniel Calina Washington meet Anastacia Selena Marko.
You two will be the oldest students at the Institute, so you'll have
you're own rooms." Both stood up quickly, Anastacia nervously brushing at her jeans then gripping his outstretched hand with her gloved one. They smiled politely at each other then looked back at Xavier as he continued.
"I'd like you both to meet Keyaira Creed, she'll be staying here as
well." Keyaira waved shakily at them and they both favored her with a smile.
"Keyaira, due to the odd number of female students currently, you'll
be in your own room until more arrive. Hank can show you three to your
rooms and I expect you all to be at dinner as well. Maria, if we could
have a few words?" Maria nodded and snapped her fingers and a suitcase and a backpack appeared next to her chair. Anastacia scooped them up and pecked the older woman on the cheek. Maria gasped and tried to pull back but a gloved hand on her other cheek prevented it. A small shudder passed through Anastacia and she pulled away, smiling at the woman. She stood straight again and along with Hank, they left to find their rooms. Maria wiped a corner of her eye and turned towards the Professor again, speaking in a Russian accent that was thicker than her daughter's.
"It is so hard to see them grow up. Especially Anastacia. The taller
she gets, in only makes me think more of when she was a baby. When she
always needed my help and now I cannot help her at all. I hope that
you can help her Charles. I hope that you can give her the answers she
needs. She is in your hands now." Logan stood a bit straighter, clearly uncomfortable. Maria turned, her beautiful face streaked by sparse tears, and gave him another radiant smile. Xavier broke through the moment by saying,
"Maria, this is my colleague Logan. He resides here and helps protect
the children. Logan, this is Maria Kimirsev." Maria stood at her full name, turning towards him. Logan crossed the distance and stuck out his hand, instantly wishing it wasn't gloved. The hand shake was firmer than he'd expected but it did not matter. Maria smiled again, and still looking directly at him, said something indistinct in Russian. Charles Xavier chuckled in the background and replied in Russian. If anything, the woman's smile grew brighter as she replied,
"It's very nice to meet you Logan. I hope that I can see you again
next time I visit. But I really must be going now. Thank you for your
time." They let go of the handshake and Maria turned quickly toward the Professor muttering quickly,
"Charles, if you need me, you know where to reach me. And don't let
her touch people on purpose. She does it all the time and it's a total
disregard to her own safety. If she does, you have every right to bop
her on the head. Thanks a lot, but I have got to go." She bustled over to Xavier's side of the desk, pecked him on cheek, and rushed out of the room before either man could react. Logan stared after where she had just left and fell into one of the chairs with a plop. Charles chuckled in a patronizing way, zooming out form his desk and out the door, yelling behind, "You know if you like Maria all you had to do was say so." The gruff man shook his head rapidly, and rose from the chair, rushing after Charles Xavier, yelling as well. **************************************** This you've already seen. Enjoy!
I do not own X-Men:Evo or any of the new OCs I picked!!! I do own my own characters though and if you steal them I will hunt you down!!!
I love my reviewer so tell me what you think!! Now I have to go collapse from all the writing! *Bleh!* So what did you guys think? OKKKK, I'm done NOW!!!!!!!!!!
~~ X-Men ~~ Nathaniel- Kaiser- Deacon Keyaira- Key- Miss. Perfect's shadow Cassidy- Cherub- LonleyPoet Andrew- Pixel- Aop85 Ryan (Archer)- Lynx- rogue phoenix Mike- Blender- Thunderfox 150
~~ Brotherhood ~~ Darcy- Mem- Holly Rose E Anne- Dryad- Mille Nomina Seyla- Kitsune- ReikaiPrincess Daniel- Ghost- THE UNKNOWN REVIEWER Denise- Vesuvius- Dee Saylors Jason- Hydro- Arika Kamiya
~~ Acolytes ~~ Josephina- Aurora- pyroyoko Alyssa- Seraphim- Alyssa Triper Samantha- Maelstrom- SOMEONE2003 Tenzo- Liquid- Tenzo Faith- Zephyr- Crimson Zephyr
Also, I had some free rovers that I had to use so here they are. ~~Rebels~~ Kara- Voodoo- Lex Afat- Snake- GenoX Havok(His real name)- Havok- forgottenhavok
And now for .*drum roll* THE REAL STORY!!! ""-Talking ''-Thinking ##-Whatever group I'm talking about (Also means scene change) *******************************************************
# The X-Men #
Professor Charles Xavier surveyed his students from a second-story balcony as they trained on the premises of the Institute, watching both their progress and the road. It did not surprise him in the least when Logan, Hank, Ororo, and a tiny blonde girl came up behind him. The child scampered forward and tried to jump into the Professor's lap. He smirked and pulled the girl up by her armpits, settling her quickly before glancing back up at the road. The other adults walked forward to stand equal with him, the blonde child grinning at first Hank, then Ororo, but when her eyes met with Logan's, she burrowed her face in Xavier's shirt. The man grunted in response and the others laughed. Ororo grabbed the child around her waist, pulling her onto her hip. The girl rested her head on Ororo's shoulder as the dark-skinned woman adjusted to the weight. Logan grunted again and looked down at Xavier. "Chuck, when did we start accepting toddlers to this school? Seems like a waste." Hank chuckled jovially and patted the gruff man on his arm.
"On the contrary Logan, I believe Cassidy is a wonderful addition to
this little family. Besides, even you would have to admit that later
on in her life, Ms. Schwartz's abilities would be quite troublesome." The doorbell interrupted their thoughts and forced them all to look around, bewildered. Cassidy Schwartz wriggled out of Ororo's hold and ran for the door that led to the stairs. Ororo and Hank rushed after her. Logan grunted again as he looked out over the balcony as Xavier looked toward the drive. Two cars had appeared in the driveway and the students were all pointing and speculating. He spun his wheelchair around and moved out of the room and into an elevator that was directly opposite the small study. Before the doors closed, Logan stepped out of the study and Xavier called a request to him.
"If you could tell the arrivals to meet with me in my main study, I
would be quite grateful." Logan grunted and moved toward the stairs. He heard the elevator's doors open downstairs but moved down the stairs regardless. He looked up to see Hank, Ororo, and Cassidy standing in the entry hall with a two teenagers and a middle-aged woman. The woman looked to be about in her forties with pale blonde hair, striking green eyes, and pale skin. She was clad simply in a pair of blue jeans, plain brown loafers, and a loose brown blouse that hung well on her broad shoulders. She had wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning on the female teenager for support. This girl was nearly 5 inches taller than her older companion and easily matched her shoulders for width. She also had pale skin, flashing hazel eyes, and long golden blonde hair that extended to her butt. Her outfit was anything but plain though with baggy blue jeans, a long-sleeved black shirt, black lace-up boots, and black hand gloves all topped off by a long sleeveless white trenchcoat with a high collar. Her eyes met Logan's and he felt as though he had seen them before. He shook it off and turned to look at the other teenager, quickly realizing that he wasn't a teen at all. The man was 6'2 and weighed more than 200 pounds, Logan deduced quickly. (A/N-Don't ask me how he just figured it out but he did!) His dark brown hair was formed into many shoulder-length dreadlockes that hung loose about his slightly tanned face. The man was looking about the room, his eyes resting on everything but the other people occupying it. Logan had to blink when he noticed that the man's eyes were glowing gold. The man held a bag over his shoulder as though it weighed nothing. He finished the descent down the stairs and tried to smile politely at the middle-aged woman. She seemed to brighten at his attempt and lifted her head off her younger companion. Logan was about to greet them when suddenly Cassidy ran from Hank's tickling fingers and hid behind the teenager's jeans-clad legs. All eyes fell on the five-year old, clutching at the stranger's legs, completely oblivious to the fact that a person was attached to them. The dreadlocked man looked quickly from the child to the teenager, waiting for the older girl to react. She took a deep breath before looking down and swiveling her body so that she faced the child. The five year-old realized that the intense hazel eyes were focused on her and gasped, standing up straighter but not loosening her grip. They locked eyes, neither giving up, the child out of fear and the teenager out of amusement although it wasn't very clear on her face. Her voice was deliberate yet sweet when she spoke to Cassidy, the tiniest hint of a Russian accent apparent.
"You are just the most adorable thing. Who, might I ask, are you?" Cassidy broke into a wide smile and replied in a sweet innocent voice with a tiny lisp.
"Cassidy Schwartz. My friends all call me Cherub or Rubi. Will you be
one of my friends now?" The teen returned her wide smile and held back a laugh.
"I certainly hope so Cassidy. Can I call you Cassy though? I think I
might forget Rubi." The child nodded enthusiastically and wrapped her arms around the other girl's neck. Logan had to smile as the older girl dragged Cassy into the air as she stood upright, but was startled when he heard the main door thump shut. Standing in the doorway was a skinny girl of medium height with a head of black hair highlighted with purple streaks that brushed the top of her black tank top. (A/N- Sorry if this isn't how you meant her Miss Perferct but I need to be a bit descriptive!) The tank top revealed a small expanse of skin above her lowrise jeans hung over the toes of her black boots. His eyes caught quickly on four jagged scars on her left arm that ran from her wrist to her elbow. She loosely held onto a ragged duffle bag that had fallen to her feet. The new teen looked around at everyone, apparently nervous and out of place, then met her emerald eyes with Logan's. Another bell of recognition went off in his head, but he couldn't place it and shook it off, just as before. Logan opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Hank spoke in his mellow voice, which seemed to calm the four restless people. "Welcome to the Xavier Institute. I assume you are all here to see Charles Xavier?" All of the strangers nodded, the new teen most deliberately of all, her eyes preoccupied. Hank nodded, more to himself than anything and beckoned them towards the hallway that led to Xavier's main office. Hank began the walk and the others followed, first the dreadlocked man, then the raven- haired teen, and followed by the middle-aged woman. Ororo held out her hand and Cassidy wriggled until the blonde put her down. The teen took off after her companion and both Ororo and Cassidy went down a separate hallway, the five year-old chattering like no tomorrow. The other group, led by Hank, had reached the open doors of the study and were standing on the threshold, waiting for the Professor to draw them in. The Professor was sitting behind his desk, organizing papers until Logan cleared his throat and he looked up out, slightly startled. He waved his hand, calling out to them in an assuring tone,
"Come in and welcome, all of you. I'm Professor Charles Xavier but you
have all probably figured that out by now." The two blonde women chuckled and a smile spread on the man's face. The other teen looked even more nervous then before.
"All of you, please, take a seat. Hank, Logan, if you two would excuse
us. Oh, and Hank, if any new students arrive please send them in." Ororo stepped into the doorway, grinning slightly.
"You won't have to wait for that Charles. They're here already." Charles' eyebrows rose impossibly as in walked three more teenage boys of varying heights and builds. The shortest was skinny with shaggy brown hair, glasses over his brown eyes, and pale skin that secured his label as a 'comic book geek'. Slung over one shoulder was a blue bookbag and carelessly dropped to his sandaled feet was a shapeless one-strapped bag of the same color. He wore a pair of faded jeans shorts and a bright red shirt that declared in big letters that the space needle wasn't all that great. The second boy was about inch taller with tanned skin and messy black hair that flopped into his brown eyes. He was wearing baggy black pants and a long black baggy T-shirt, but his shoes were obscured by a black suit case. They seemed positively preppy next to the third boy, who was trying desperately to hide his fingers, which were each capped by a claw. This teen rose four full inches above his fellows with a solid but seemingly agile build. His hair was long and black, a stray strand falling over ones of his green eyes that had the slant pupil a cat's would. Jutting out behind his long hair were two fuzzy gray-brown cat ears each pierced three times by a silvery earring. He wore black cargos, a studded black belt, and a form fitting long-sleeved black T-shirt. His feet were also obscured by a large black duffle bag. Each boy looked at the Professor with a separate emotion yet he seemed to take them all in at once. Storm lade a reassuring hand on the tallest's shoulder, giving him a trusting smile and a nod. He seemed to relax a little, but balled his fist out of determination.
"Storm, please show the boys to their rooms. Andrew and Mike, you'll
be sharing a room and Ryan, you will be rooming with Bobby. Note that
I will expect all three of you to attend dinner promptly at seven. You
are dismissed." All the boys scooped up their things and followed Ororo out. The Professor folded his hands and began again in an even commanding voice that was also beyond gentle.
"This is all running together I see, so it will have to be cut a
little short. Nathaniel Calina Washington meet Anastacia Selena Marko.
You two will be the oldest students at the Institute, so you'll have
you're own rooms." Both stood up quickly, Anastacia nervously brushing at her jeans then gripping his outstretched hand with her gloved one. They smiled politely at each other then looked back at Xavier as he continued.
"I'd like you both to meet Keyaira Creed, she'll be staying here as
well." Keyaira waved shakily at them and they both favored her with a smile.
"Keyaira, due to the odd number of female students currently, you'll
be in your own room until more arrive. Hank can show you three to your
rooms and I expect you all to be at dinner as well. Maria, if we could
have a few words?" Maria nodded and snapped her fingers and a suitcase and a backpack appeared next to her chair. Anastacia scooped them up and pecked the older woman on the cheek. Maria gasped and tried to pull back but a gloved hand on her other cheek prevented it. A small shudder passed through Anastacia and she pulled away, smiling at the woman. She stood straight again and along with Hank, they left to find their rooms. Maria wiped a corner of her eye and turned towards the Professor again, speaking in a Russian accent that was thicker than her daughter's.
"It is so hard to see them grow up. Especially Anastacia. The taller
she gets, in only makes me think more of when she was a baby. When she
always needed my help and now I cannot help her at all. I hope that
you can help her Charles. I hope that you can give her the answers she
needs. She is in your hands now." Logan stood a bit straighter, clearly uncomfortable. Maria turned, her beautiful face streaked by sparse tears, and gave him another radiant smile. Xavier broke through the moment by saying,
"Maria, this is my colleague Logan. He resides here and helps protect
the children. Logan, this is Maria Kimirsev." Maria stood at her full name, turning towards him. Logan crossed the distance and stuck out his hand, instantly wishing it wasn't gloved. The hand shake was firmer than he'd expected but it did not matter. Maria smiled again, and still looking directly at him, said something indistinct in Russian. Charles Xavier chuckled in the background and replied in Russian. If anything, the woman's smile grew brighter as she replied,
"It's very nice to meet you Logan. I hope that I can see you again
next time I visit. But I really must be going now. Thank you for your
time." They let go of the handshake and Maria turned quickly toward the Professor muttering quickly,
"Charles, if you need me, you know where to reach me. And don't let
her touch people on purpose. She does it all the time and it's a total
disregard to her own safety. If she does, you have every right to bop
her on the head. Thanks a lot, but I have got to go." She bustled over to Xavier's side of the desk, pecked him on cheek, and rushed out of the room before either man could react. Logan stared after where she had just left and fell into one of the chairs with a plop. Charles chuckled in a patronizing way, zooming out form his desk and out the door, yelling behind, "You know if you like Maria all you had to do was say so." The gruff man shook his head rapidly, and rose from the chair, rushing after Charles Xavier, yelling as well. **************************************** This you've already seen. Enjoy!
I do not own X-Men:Evo or any of the new OCs I picked!!! I do own my own characters though and if you steal them I will hunt you down!!!
I love my reviewer so tell me what you think!! Now I have to go collapse from all the writing! *Bleh!* So what did you guys think? OKKKK, I'm done NOW!!!!!!!!!!