Notes Since I hate Disclaimers: erm. That's my new word by the way.
Read….PallaPlease's stories cuz 13 rox. You know what I mean Palla.
And Icy's…
Yeah. I'm bored and no one reviews my story but to hell wit' reviews, I'm doing this for the feel of the keyboard under my fingers.
So, ::grins evilly:: flame me, beat my story up, diss my character. I'm wearing my fireproof suit and as for the dissing…I'm over the net so you can't see me cry. ::wink::
But, if you like this story, for the sake of my happiness, which does not come very often, review. It makes me so happy you would be scared. And, if you leave your email address, I'll email you an' say thanks…What more could you ask fo- ::rubs arm where her pet Gambit pinched her…he's 4in tall:: Bugger off. ::ouch!!::
Also, bear with me here, folks, this story takes place betweennn, well damn this is hard, because Illyana is changed ages in what episode? And Remy comes after that. Ah well, here's the plot thingie:
Illyana: Age: 7
Peter/ Colossus: Age: I don't know. So sue me.
Kitty: 14
Remy: 19ish?
Rogue: 18ish? And I do know that she was working for M. at this time, but as I said before, bear with me folks…
Wolverine: No idea. But he's off on a trip to Canada for reasons unknown to me.
Jean: 30ish isn't she?
Scott: Same?
Storm: 21, because I feel like it.
And erm…That's all? R/R!!! Puhleeeezzzeee!!!
NightCrawler's Story 2: Meeting New/Old…erm…Friends?
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Nightcrawler sighed and pressed the button on his image inducer watch. No need for screams today. The only time he could be free was on Halloween, and not suprisingly, not much of a comfort.
He stepped lightly out of the cab, pretending to look at his watch absently as he checked his state of form.
If you were watching from the diner across the street you may have seen a flash of blue, then rubbing your eyes, you would dismiss it as fatigue, as the only person in sight was a handsome young man with black hair, checking his watch.
He rubs his neck as if his clothes don't fit him well, or he is not used to this form. But that's silly, how could he be anything else? A smile and a wave of the hand dismiss this man away from your mind as the waitress brings you your order.
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"Rogue, chere, he's fine. He's got dat watch t'ing dat 'enri made, an' 'e's an X-man ta boot. Cherie, he's jus' peachy." Gambit soothed, rubbing Rogue's back absently as he checked on the Gumbo he was making.
"Oooh. Ah could jus' kill that rat Scott!! It's no small wonder my brother wanted ta leave!!"
Rogue fumed, pounding her fist on the table, which practically caused a small earthquake.
"Whoaho, chere!" Gambit yelled as he barely managed to grab his pot of steaming Gumbo in it's flight to the floor, in the process burning his hand.
"Merd- I mean darn!!" He shouted as Illyana entered the kitchen, dragging her muppet doll.
"Where is Piotr Nikolievitch?" She inquired giggling at Remy's silent dance of pain around the kitchen.
"I don't know Illyana, why not go ask Katya? She's outside." Rogue answered back in Russian.
*That was a mouthful. Glad Xavier taught us Russian telepathically* Rogue though as she held ice to Remy's red hand.
"Ow, ow owoowowowo…" He whimpered.
"Hold still and quit yer whinin' Swamp Rat!" Rogue yelled as the ice flared red and exploded.
"Not my fault!" Shouted the Cajun as he ran from the ice-brandishing Southern Belle.
Illyana left the kitchen to find Kitty, who was talking animatedly to Peter on the front porch.
"AH SAID, HOLD STILL!!!" Shouted Rogue, followed by yelps of pain from Remy.
Read….PallaPlease's stories cuz 13 rox. You know what I mean Palla.
And Icy's…
Yeah. I'm bored and no one reviews my story but to hell wit' reviews, I'm doing this for the feel of the keyboard under my fingers.
So, ::grins evilly:: flame me, beat my story up, diss my character. I'm wearing my fireproof suit and as for the dissing…I'm over the net so you can't see me cry. ::wink::
But, if you like this story, for the sake of my happiness, which does not come very often, review. It makes me so happy you would be scared. And, if you leave your email address, I'll email you an' say thanks…What more could you ask fo- ::rubs arm where her pet Gambit pinched her…he's 4in tall:: Bugger off. ::ouch!!::
Also, bear with me here, folks, this story takes place betweennn, well damn this is hard, because Illyana is changed ages in what episode? And Remy comes after that. Ah well, here's the plot thingie:
Illyana: Age: 7
Peter/ Colossus: Age: I don't know. So sue me.
Kitty: 14
Remy: 19ish?
Rogue: 18ish? And I do know that she was working for M. at this time, but as I said before, bear with me folks…
Wolverine: No idea. But he's off on a trip to Canada for reasons unknown to me.
Jean: 30ish isn't she?
Scott: Same?
Storm: 21, because I feel like it.
And erm…That's all? R/R!!! Puhleeeezzzeee!!!
NightCrawler's Story 2: Meeting New/Old…erm…Friends?
***********************
Nightcrawler sighed and pressed the button on his image inducer watch. No need for screams today. The only time he could be free was on Halloween, and not suprisingly, not much of a comfort.
He stepped lightly out of the cab, pretending to look at his watch absently as he checked his state of form.
If you were watching from the diner across the street you may have seen a flash of blue, then rubbing your eyes, you would dismiss it as fatigue, as the only person in sight was a handsome young man with black hair, checking his watch.
He rubs his neck as if his clothes don't fit him well, or he is not used to this form. But that's silly, how could he be anything else? A smile and a wave of the hand dismiss this man away from your mind as the waitress brings you your order.
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
"Rogue, chere, he's fine. He's got dat watch t'ing dat 'enri made, an' 'e's an X-man ta boot. Cherie, he's jus' peachy." Gambit soothed, rubbing Rogue's back absently as he checked on the Gumbo he was making.
"Oooh. Ah could jus' kill that rat Scott!! It's no small wonder my brother wanted ta leave!!"
Rogue fumed, pounding her fist on the table, which practically caused a small earthquake.
"Whoaho, chere!" Gambit yelled as he barely managed to grab his pot of steaming Gumbo in it's flight to the floor, in the process burning his hand.
"Merd- I mean darn!!" He shouted as Illyana entered the kitchen, dragging her muppet doll.
"Where is Piotr Nikolievitch?" She inquired giggling at Remy's silent dance of pain around the kitchen.
"I don't know Illyana, why not go ask Katya? She's outside." Rogue answered back in Russian.
*That was a mouthful. Glad Xavier taught us Russian telepathically* Rogue though as she held ice to Remy's red hand.
"Ow, ow owoowowowo…" He whimpered.
"Hold still and quit yer whinin' Swamp Rat!" Rogue yelled as the ice flared red and exploded.
"Not my fault!" Shouted the Cajun as he ran from the ice-brandishing Southern Belle.
Illyana left the kitchen to find Kitty, who was talking animatedly to Peter on the front porch.
"AH SAID, HOLD STILL!!!" Shouted Rogue, followed by yelps of pain from Remy.