Tempestuous
I should be working on the existing ficlets I know but…I need to get out this plot bunny and Sky said that I couldn't criticise her since I haven't written a parody before. So this is my attempt. Based on Shakespeare's The Tempest it isn't going to be written in Ye olde language because I really can't be bothered to write it all out. Lazy ain't I?
Cast of Characters:
Miranda: Kitty
Prospero: Professor Xavier
Ferdinand: Piotr (I'm not passing up this event to not have a Kiotr moment)
Alonso: Forge
Sebastian: Pyro
Gonzalo: Beast
Antonio: Magneto
Caliban: Sabertooth
Ariel: Rogue
Iris: Amara
Trinculo: Remy
Stephano: Mastermind.
Juno: Nightcrawler
Ceres: Storm
Boatswain: Lance
So some of the male characters don't match up to their opposing characters but it's really hard to select them. Juno, Ceres, Ariel and Iris are all spirits. Miranda and Prospero are daughter and father. Creepy I know. Alonso is the king of Naples…and Forge is only there because Sky likes him. Sebastian is Alonso's brother and a coward. Gonzalo is a 'wise old councillor' Antonio is the usurper of Milan and the rest I'll explain in all good time. Hehehe Mastermind is a drunk.
Oh yeah I need a director, considering this is a comedy hmm who shall I have? Well I'm having Sky and Daphine as assistant director(s) and a guest director every chapter.. Hehehe And the Brotherhood will make cameo appearances considering I forgot about 'em. And as an appeal to my muse I'll stick in Lance as Boatswain…useless as always --
Now, here is the briefest of introductions to get the ball rolling.
"Places people" There stood a behatted individual standing imperiously in amongst a grunting and plainly irritated crew of which consisted mainly of the new recruits and the remaining members of the B-hood.
Apart from Lance who was leaning back with a smug look on his face and in a chair entitled "Boatswain" as he watched his team members slave away. "Why does he, yo get to laze around. Why is he in it?" Toad asked in a dejected tone as he used his powerful legs to propel a rather large sea chest from one side of the stage to the other.
"Because I chose him that way. He gets wet and falls into a coma" Said a quiet and distinctly British voice from a shadowy corner where she typed speedily into a laptop.
"And unless you want to be a surplus faerie toad boy you'll shut up" She murmured quietly and then, as if that threat wasn't dire enough Toad did the unthinkable. He back chatted the author.
"Well you and you're creepy laptop can stuff it, yo" He said mutinously and hoped off. "Sky… you know what to do" came that imperious voice, not from the corner but all around them in a distinctly divine manner.
"Got it." Sky said and then, with obvious joy pointed a solitary finger at the offending mutant. "Why do you do that?" Asked an interested voice, from off stage.
"Adds to dramatic effect don'tcha think" Sky said gleefully as Toad promptly turned into…a toadstool.
"As I said before. Places people. Places" Sky told them and sat on the slightly green but none the less Disney toadstool.