A.N. Yes I should be writing Mimesis, I kind of am... But this has been
something I've been wanting to get written for a while now... I know,
starting up another fic is a stupid idea, but you know? I DON'T GIVE A
DAMN! DEAL! *Sigh* I feel better, and I didn't even have to take any pills...
YAY! Ok, this is set in the same back round as Mimesis, with the same
people who interact the same, the only reason I couldn't use this in
Mimesis was... you'll find out... yes, you'll all find out in the end... ;/
Oh, and there is some stuff in here that will happen in Mimesis, and some
that won't, you'll have to pick through and find the ones that are, or just
wait for me to update Mimesis... So, that's how many referances to Mimesis so
far? 1,2,3,4,5,6 WOW I've said Mimesis 6 times! I wonder if I'll say
Mimesis again? Ok, that was stupid... so shameless... Ya, ok, on with the fic!
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Disclaimer-I do not in any shape, way, form, or flavor own X-Men, or those charactors. Those who continue to believe I do are oviously on crack, not that I hold anything wrong upon these actions, in fact I highly regard you, but... wait, now I can't see strait, thus are the hazards of sanity... (*whispery voice* Jess! I'm scared now!)
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Quotes of the chap.-Everyone knows that everytime a bell rings an angel gets its wings, what they don't tell you is everytime a moustrap snaps an angel gets set on fire. A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting next to you saying "Damn that was fun!" Pop goes the gerbil and other fun microwave games...
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""=talking ''=thought to one's self (or talking to personalities..) **= actions I'm too lazy to write out ^^ = telepathic talking (won't have much o' this) ( )= either notes to myself I forgot to erase, A.N.s, or just stupid comments made by me (or Jess)...
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The entire population of the mansion stood confused in the main hall.
"I am sure you are all wondering why I have called you all here," The professor said finally to the collective residences. "I am going on a much needed vacation." He finished after a pause. Random exclamations of "Why?" "Unfair!" "Can I come?" "For how long?" all mingled together as everyone began talking at the some time.
"Please calm down!" ^I said CALM DOWN!^ He yelled into their minds, everyone winced at the mental assault (rape rape!).
"This is precisely the reason for this departure. Yes Oreo- Ororo?" He asked, for she had her hand in the air and was waving it franticly. No one seemed to notice his screw up, or just didn't remember it.
"Can we come?" She asked, indicating the other adults, who then nodded their heads vigorously, sending mental pleas and threats if denied.
"Yes! You can come, but I am leaving in four minutes, with o-"But they were already gone. Storm flying out a previously closed window and up out of sight, glass littered the yard below, fertilizing the hedges in a way only melted sand can. Beast ran to the elevator and slammed his fist into the button, which broke. He sighed and ripped the open the doors, then jumped down the shaft. The collective audience then turned to Wolverine who hadn't moved from where he had been standing, and still was...
"I can buy anything I need," He said, shrugging.
"What about your stash-I mean alcohol?" Roberto asked innocently. Logan cringed slightly.
"I can last," He said, sounding not at all believable.
"And your porn collection?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I don't want to know why you know."
"For this to work I have several rules that will be followed to the word or there will be severe consequences that I will now be thinking of. One, if any form of party is held within these grounds, mansion, forest, and air above included I will, I WILL shut this institute down and deport you all back to your own homes/countries. And no matter how much you may cover it up, I will find out." He said all this with a slightly (but only by a little) crazed glint in his eyes, no one doubted the (insert word meaning credibility but I think It starts with an S(rereading this I remembered what it was... sincerity! DUH! But thinking that over I think I was going for another word)) of his words.
"Two, I will be leaving a credit card in case of dire emergencies, if it is not paid off in full by the time I return the previous threat will become active."
"So, like, when are you getting back?" Kitty asked.
"I'm not quite sure," His eye twitched while saying this. The professor picked up a suitcase in each hand and attempted to wheel out the front doors, it didn't work too well.
"Professor, let me help!" Scott (*coughing sound* kiss ass!) said, jumping forwards and picking up a suitcase.
"Drop it fruitcake!" The professor yelled, head snapping to the side. Scott dropped the suitcase (wow that word is becoming overused), a shocked expression on his face. This was all the evidence everyone needed, the Professor desperately needed this vacation.
"Professor, we understand that you are under considerable stress, and if you feel you need this then that is entirely acceptable, but please let us help you!" Most everyone cringed, silent vows of "Kill the perfect bitch" were thought of by more then one person. Jean wasn't paying attention apparently. The professor muttered something inaudible (then why did anyone hear it at all?).
"What about your bike?" Bobby asked suddenly. Wolverine's eyes popped (in a mass of gory blood and eye juices BWAHAHAHAH!), he ran and jumped out the now open window running to the garage where he kept his only beloved (aww, how touching(SHHH!))
Jean levitated the remaining suitcases, he had enough to last him quite a while, and she wondered if he would return at all, probably not. 'I wonder if he'll take that spoon... mmm spoon *fantasizes*, or the spatula?' She though excitedly. ^No, you can keep them, I will not be needing them where I am going.^ The professor sent. Jean blushed crimson, but followed the professor to the jet, levitating the suitcases in front.
A slight breeze picked up, Storm descended towards the jet, several suitcases and potted plants twirling in a current behind her. Everyone turned to the elevator as a rumbling began within its depths. A pair of furry blue hands wedged through the doors and wrenched them open, a laden Beast followed. He had a satchel over one shoulder, two large leather books bags one around his neck and the other over the other shoulder, a mini chemistry set ( more like a mini lab) draped across his chest, the beakers and test tubes arrayed as though going into battle, and lastly the keys to the Med Bay around his neck on a chain. He raced outside, several papers falling lose from his bags. He didn't seem to notice, completely focused on getting to his jet to freedom. A wind picked up, blowing the papers into the jet, where they disappeared out of sight. Logan simply rode his bike up the ramp, which then closed behind him.
"NO! Take me with you!" Forge yelled, running outside. The jet began taking off, lifting slowly into the sky. Forge fell onto his knees, pleading towards the heavens, but his prayers where never to be answered. The jet suddenly stopped, the hatch opened and two figures fell towards earth. The hatch closed and the jet flew off out of sight. The two people landed in a tree, then tumbled down, hitting nearly every branch on the way down. They landed in a crumpled heap, on a pile of rocks, that was in a puddle.
"That was stupid," Said Scott, lifting his head from the foul tasting murk that was the puddle.
"He obviously wanted some alone time." Jean said, leaning on the tree as she stood up. They both limped to the mansion, but to their surprise everyone was......... GONE!
"I'm have a very bad feeling," Jean said.
"We're not going to survive this are we?"
"Better hide out in the library just for safe measures." Scott grinned.
"Hmm this might be fun after all." And so they ran up the stairs to do stuff I neither want nor need to know about, if you are smart you won't either.
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Ok, that's it.... yeah. If you're confused don't worry, you're not alone in that sense. If that spoon/spatula thing disturbed you, that's ok, it served it's purose. An inside joke, baaaaad inside joke... Ok... that's it... wait, don't worry I WILL up date this I have plans for this one.. plaaaans... I may take this down and fix some things or something... I posted it a bit quick for my liking... so yeah... 'nough said for now...
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Disclaimer-I do not in any shape, way, form, or flavor own X-Men, or those charactors. Those who continue to believe I do are oviously on crack, not that I hold anything wrong upon these actions, in fact I highly regard you, but... wait, now I can't see strait, thus are the hazards of sanity... (*whispery voice* Jess! I'm scared now!)
*
Quotes of the chap.-Everyone knows that everytime a bell rings an angel gets its wings, what they don't tell you is everytime a moustrap snaps an angel gets set on fire. A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting next to you saying "Damn that was fun!" Pop goes the gerbil and other fun microwave games...
*
""=talking ''=thought to one's self (or talking to personalities..) **= actions I'm too lazy to write out ^^ = telepathic talking (won't have much o' this) ( )= either notes to myself I forgot to erase, A.N.s, or just stupid comments made by me (or Jess)...
***
The entire population of the mansion stood confused in the main hall.
"I am sure you are all wondering why I have called you all here," The professor said finally to the collective residences. "I am going on a much needed vacation." He finished after a pause. Random exclamations of "Why?" "Unfair!" "Can I come?" "For how long?" all mingled together as everyone began talking at the some time.
"Please calm down!" ^I said CALM DOWN!^ He yelled into their minds, everyone winced at the mental assault (rape rape!).
"This is precisely the reason for this departure. Yes Oreo- Ororo?" He asked, for she had her hand in the air and was waving it franticly. No one seemed to notice his screw up, or just didn't remember it.
"Can we come?" She asked, indicating the other adults, who then nodded their heads vigorously, sending mental pleas and threats if denied.
"Yes! You can come, but I am leaving in four minutes, with o-"But they were already gone. Storm flying out a previously closed window and up out of sight, glass littered the yard below, fertilizing the hedges in a way only melted sand can. Beast ran to the elevator and slammed his fist into the button, which broke. He sighed and ripped the open the doors, then jumped down the shaft. The collective audience then turned to Wolverine who hadn't moved from where he had been standing, and still was...
"I can buy anything I need," He said, shrugging.
"What about your stash-I mean alcohol?" Roberto asked innocently. Logan cringed slightly.
"I can last," He said, sounding not at all believable.
"And your porn collection?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I don't want to know why you know."
"For this to work I have several rules that will be followed to the word or there will be severe consequences that I will now be thinking of. One, if any form of party is held within these grounds, mansion, forest, and air above included I will, I WILL shut this institute down and deport you all back to your own homes/countries. And no matter how much you may cover it up, I will find out." He said all this with a slightly (but only by a little) crazed glint in his eyes, no one doubted the (insert word meaning credibility but I think It starts with an S(rereading this I remembered what it was... sincerity! DUH! But thinking that over I think I was going for another word)) of his words.
"Two, I will be leaving a credit card in case of dire emergencies, if it is not paid off in full by the time I return the previous threat will become active."
"So, like, when are you getting back?" Kitty asked.
"I'm not quite sure," His eye twitched while saying this. The professor picked up a suitcase in each hand and attempted to wheel out the front doors, it didn't work too well.
"Professor, let me help!" Scott (*coughing sound* kiss ass!) said, jumping forwards and picking up a suitcase.
"Drop it fruitcake!" The professor yelled, head snapping to the side. Scott dropped the suitcase (wow that word is becoming overused), a shocked expression on his face. This was all the evidence everyone needed, the Professor desperately needed this vacation.
"Professor, we understand that you are under considerable stress, and if you feel you need this then that is entirely acceptable, but please let us help you!" Most everyone cringed, silent vows of "Kill the perfect bitch" were thought of by more then one person. Jean wasn't paying attention apparently. The professor muttered something inaudible (then why did anyone hear it at all?).
"What about your bike?" Bobby asked suddenly. Wolverine's eyes popped (in a mass of gory blood and eye juices BWAHAHAHAH!), he ran and jumped out the now open window running to the garage where he kept his only beloved (aww, how touching(SHHH!))
Jean levitated the remaining suitcases, he had enough to last him quite a while, and she wondered if he would return at all, probably not. 'I wonder if he'll take that spoon... mmm spoon *fantasizes*, or the spatula?' She though excitedly. ^No, you can keep them, I will not be needing them where I am going.^ The professor sent. Jean blushed crimson, but followed the professor to the jet, levitating the suitcases in front.
A slight breeze picked up, Storm descended towards the jet, several suitcases and potted plants twirling in a current behind her. Everyone turned to the elevator as a rumbling began within its depths. A pair of furry blue hands wedged through the doors and wrenched them open, a laden Beast followed. He had a satchel over one shoulder, two large leather books bags one around his neck and the other over the other shoulder, a mini chemistry set ( more like a mini lab) draped across his chest, the beakers and test tubes arrayed as though going into battle, and lastly the keys to the Med Bay around his neck on a chain. He raced outside, several papers falling lose from his bags. He didn't seem to notice, completely focused on getting to his jet to freedom. A wind picked up, blowing the papers into the jet, where they disappeared out of sight. Logan simply rode his bike up the ramp, which then closed behind him.
"NO! Take me with you!" Forge yelled, running outside. The jet began taking off, lifting slowly into the sky. Forge fell onto his knees, pleading towards the heavens, but his prayers where never to be answered. The jet suddenly stopped, the hatch opened and two figures fell towards earth. The hatch closed and the jet flew off out of sight. The two people landed in a tree, then tumbled down, hitting nearly every branch on the way down. They landed in a crumpled heap, on a pile of rocks, that was in a puddle.
"That was stupid," Said Scott, lifting his head from the foul tasting murk that was the puddle.
"He obviously wanted some alone time." Jean said, leaning on the tree as she stood up. They both limped to the mansion, but to their surprise everyone was......... GONE!
"I'm have a very bad feeling," Jean said.
"We're not going to survive this are we?"
"Better hide out in the library just for safe measures." Scott grinned.
"Hmm this might be fun after all." And so they ran up the stairs to do stuff I neither want nor need to know about, if you are smart you won't either.
****
Ok, that's it.... yeah. If you're confused don't worry, you're not alone in that sense. If that spoon/spatula thing disturbed you, that's ok, it served it's purose. An inside joke, baaaaad inside joke... Ok... that's it... wait, don't worry I WILL up date this I have plans for this one.. plaaaans... I may take this down and fix some things or something... I posted it a bit quick for my liking... so yeah... 'nough said for now...