Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's an honestly serious X-Men fic. Well, really it's Excalibur, but sh! No one will ever notice if it's a gender swap world.
Kurt: I will.
Karla: Sh! You should be happy. Michelle will probably flirt with you.
Michelle: That's... that's... You're really twisted aren't you?
Karla: Yes. Yes I am.
Kurt: You're the only person I know who admits that.
Karla: Really? A lot more should. Anyway, on with the show!
I was stretched out on the deck chair in the sun. I knew I should be enjoying this, but after months of forced R&R and then waking up to find anyone who ever cared in a good way that I existed dead... well, after that, you don't enjoy much of anything.
"Michelle?" I heard a voice from behind me. Chris Pryde, aka Ghost, the only other X-Man left besides me, was tentatively poking his head through the door.
"Ja?" I asked turning a bit to get a better look at him.
"Phone. Dunno who it is but she sounds like she's either going to kill something or start crying." he said, handing the aforementioned phone to me.
"Nocturne?" came the British woman's voice on the other end of the line.
"Ja? Why?" I asked.
"Where the hell have you been?" she sounded angry and I knew right away who it was.
"In a coma for the past few months Brittany. Why?" I replied. Her temporary shock registered as silence on the other end.
"Oh. Look, your friend is in danger. Morgan was kidnapped this morning and I'm pretty sure-" she kept talking but there was a gun shot followed by yells of protest. I teleported on instinct, all fears forgotten.
That was most likely the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life.
My ability to teleport had been sort of... damaged, and so it felt utterly horrible to even attempt going a few feet, let alone blindly and a few rooms. Needless to say I was in no condition to fight.
"What the hell is that?!" Asked someone, a woman I guessed, although she didn't sound much like it.
"Dunno. Leave it alone and finish the mission." The scratchy voice came over a headset. She did as she was told and I realized about then that it was Chris who they were dragging sedated where ever they were headed.
I regained my balance and went back to the phone. Brittany was more than a little angry and she yelled profanities for a few minutes. After she subsided enough to manage decent conversation, she explained what had happened.
Apparently, some woman had shown up and taken Morgan. When she attempted to fight her, she was hit with plasma of some unknown source. She assumed it had to do with the Hell Fire Club, but found absolutly nothing there. She called me because she didn't know of anyone else in the area.
"Joyful. So now you expect that I'll run off and rescue them?" I asked.
"No. I'm going. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come along, considering you dropped the phone because of Chris being taken I assume." she replied.
Translation; I need your help, I just don't want to ask for it.
"Of course I'll help you. Just come get me off this island." I said.
What'd ya think? *bounces up and down* New muses!
Brittany: What do you mean?
Michelle: She means us I guess.
Kurt: Ja, you two have become muses. There's some video game characters over there and some anime over there and then there's us.
Brittany: I'm leaving. *finds the door blocked by magic*
Karla: No you aren't. *evil laugh* I own you!
Brittany: I hate you.
Karla: Bah. Hate's a very strong word.
Brittany: I've got worse for you.
Karla: Why you mean little muse. Whelp you good I will! *smacks her with a rolled up newspaper*
Brittay: *whimpers*
Kurt: I will.
Karla: Sh! You should be happy. Michelle will probably flirt with you.
Michelle: That's... that's... You're really twisted aren't you?
Karla: Yes. Yes I am.
Kurt: You're the only person I know who admits that.
Karla: Really? A lot more should. Anyway, on with the show!
I was stretched out on the deck chair in the sun. I knew I should be enjoying this, but after months of forced R&R and then waking up to find anyone who ever cared in a good way that I existed dead... well, after that, you don't enjoy much of anything.
"Michelle?" I heard a voice from behind me. Chris Pryde, aka Ghost, the only other X-Man left besides me, was tentatively poking his head through the door.
"Ja?" I asked turning a bit to get a better look at him.
"Phone. Dunno who it is but she sounds like she's either going to kill something or start crying." he said, handing the aforementioned phone to me.
"Nocturne?" came the British woman's voice on the other end of the line.
"Ja? Why?" I asked.
"Where the hell have you been?" she sounded angry and I knew right away who it was.
"In a coma for the past few months Brittany. Why?" I replied. Her temporary shock registered as silence on the other end.
"Oh. Look, your friend is in danger. Morgan was kidnapped this morning and I'm pretty sure-" she kept talking but there was a gun shot followed by yells of protest. I teleported on instinct, all fears forgotten.
That was most likely the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life.
My ability to teleport had been sort of... damaged, and so it felt utterly horrible to even attempt going a few feet, let alone blindly and a few rooms. Needless to say I was in no condition to fight.
"What the hell is that?!" Asked someone, a woman I guessed, although she didn't sound much like it.
"Dunno. Leave it alone and finish the mission." The scratchy voice came over a headset. She did as she was told and I realized about then that it was Chris who they were dragging sedated where ever they were headed.
I regained my balance and went back to the phone. Brittany was more than a little angry and she yelled profanities for a few minutes. After she subsided enough to manage decent conversation, she explained what had happened.
Apparently, some woman had shown up and taken Morgan. When she attempted to fight her, she was hit with plasma of some unknown source. She assumed it had to do with the Hell Fire Club, but found absolutly nothing there. She called me because she didn't know of anyone else in the area.
"Joyful. So now you expect that I'll run off and rescue them?" I asked.
"No. I'm going. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come along, considering you dropped the phone because of Chris being taken I assume." she replied.
Translation; I need your help, I just don't want to ask for it.
"Of course I'll help you. Just come get me off this island." I said.
What'd ya think? *bounces up and down* New muses!
Brittany: What do you mean?
Michelle: She means us I guess.
Kurt: Ja, you two have become muses. There's some video game characters over there and some anime over there and then there's us.
Brittany: I'm leaving. *finds the door blocked by magic*
Karla: No you aren't. *evil laugh* I own you!
Brittany: I hate you.
Karla: Bah. Hate's a very strong word.
Brittany: I've got worse for you.
Karla: Why you mean little muse. Whelp you good I will! *smacks her with a rolled up newspaper*
Brittay: *whimpers*
