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Chapter 1: Break out the Advil
Through the richly decorated halls of Xavier's School for Gifted Children a chorus of coughing and sneezing and pitiful moans floated into the ears of the only mutant not stricken with flu-like symptoms. Rogue groaned for the millionth time as the princess down the hall continued to whine at a rate that was unusual even for her.
"Amara, shut up, it's just the damn flu, if Ah hear you so much as whimper one more time Ah'm gonna kick you three ways from Sunday!!!!!," she screamed, her southern drawl hidden by the ear splitting volume.
Suddenly, the whining and pitiful moans stopped, down the hall someone muffled a particularly nasty cough into a pillow.
For one sweet moment there was dead silence throughout the mansion as the students temporarily cowered beneath their tissues as extra blankets.
"Ewwwww......Bobby! Don't cough into my pillow, that is, like, so disgusting!!"
The valley girl from Illinois had broken the spell.
Cursing to herself, Rogue decided to go to the one place in the mansion that wasn't invested with germs, the danger room.
She suited up in her new uniform, black, with a trench coat. She had gotten the idea from one of the Acolytes, the one with the sexy satanic eyes. She could use the pockets for a variety of items that she could use when she couldn't get skin-on-skin. Logan had suggested some throwing knives and stars, but the professor wouldn't let her have the stars. Something about giving Kurt a haircut with them managed to reach his ears. Either way, the knives worked pretty well, they weren't sharp enough to do any real damage but they were heavy enough to disorient her opponents or disable some of their own weapons.
As she pulled her auburn locks up into a ponytail she headed out her bedroom door, toward some nice laser guns and robots bent on destroying her.
This was supposed to be better then listening to the rest of the X- men sneeze all over the place?
r/r!!!!!
Chapter 1: Break out the Advil
Through the richly decorated halls of Xavier's School for Gifted Children a chorus of coughing and sneezing and pitiful moans floated into the ears of the only mutant not stricken with flu-like symptoms. Rogue groaned for the millionth time as the princess down the hall continued to whine at a rate that was unusual even for her.
"Amara, shut up, it's just the damn flu, if Ah hear you so much as whimper one more time Ah'm gonna kick you three ways from Sunday!!!!!," she screamed, her southern drawl hidden by the ear splitting volume.
Suddenly, the whining and pitiful moans stopped, down the hall someone muffled a particularly nasty cough into a pillow.
For one sweet moment there was dead silence throughout the mansion as the students temporarily cowered beneath their tissues as extra blankets.
"Ewwwww......Bobby! Don't cough into my pillow, that is, like, so disgusting!!"
The valley girl from Illinois had broken the spell.
Cursing to herself, Rogue decided to go to the one place in the mansion that wasn't invested with germs, the danger room.
She suited up in her new uniform, black, with a trench coat. She had gotten the idea from one of the Acolytes, the one with the sexy satanic eyes. She could use the pockets for a variety of items that she could use when she couldn't get skin-on-skin. Logan had suggested some throwing knives and stars, but the professor wouldn't let her have the stars. Something about giving Kurt a haircut with them managed to reach his ears. Either way, the knives worked pretty well, they weren't sharp enough to do any real damage but they were heavy enough to disorient her opponents or disable some of their own weapons.
As she pulled her auburn locks up into a ponytail she headed out her bedroom door, toward some nice laser guns and robots bent on destroying her.
This was supposed to be better then listening to the rest of the X- men sneeze all over the place?
r/r!!!!!