Cookin' With Disaster
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis. Wildstar belongs to L1701E!
Chapter 10: After Dinner Drinks
Massachusetts Academy…
Marie Colbert, the Hellion known as Tarot, had just finished divining her cards. She looked at the cards on the table and said,
"It says there will be a failure of one of your teammates. Plus, this teammate will ruin something very valuable to someone."
Jennifer Stravos, the Hellion Roulette, scoffed,
"What're you doing, Tarot? Learning that your future with Wildstar isn't in the cards?"
She laughed at her joke. Marie scowled,
"For your information, the cards are telling me something about one of our teammates. It appears that this one teammate will fail at a task and incur the wrath of someone powerful."
Elsewhere, Emma Frost, the blonde headmistress of the Hellion school, was sitting, admiring something in her room. She sighed happily,
"Finally, it took me years and lots of money and patience, but I finally have completed a scale model of Fenway Park, right down to the Green Monster. Now, I hope nothing comes to ruin this."
She turned and was about to reach for something when Monet came crashing through the ceiling, landing square in the middle of the room. The entire scale model collapsed, and so did the table.
M recovered and roared at the top of her lungs,
"CRISIS IS DEAD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM!"
She failed to noticed Emma's death glare until she looked up. Emma had steam coming out of her ears and fire coming out of her mouth. The dark-skinned mutant swallowed,
"Oh, crap."
Tarot and Roulette listened to the deafening screams of Emma Frost and Monet's attempts to beg for mercy. The card reader smirked,
"Well, it turned out to be M after all."
Meanwhile…
Nick Fury was being carted away by several SHIELD medics. Pulsar smiled,
"I wonder how he likes Kitty's cooking now."
She then turned back to Beast and Simon,
"As for you two…fix my car."
The two friends looked at the light manipulator. She shrieked,
"NOW!"
Hank and Simon ran off.
Persiana looked around,
"Where's my boyfriend?"
Carol answered,
"He went to see the West Coast Misfits about a tape he made about Monet summoning the Wendigo or something. Should be right back."
She smugly added,
"And, for the record, he's my boyfriend. That Wendigo thing can be your new boyfriend. You two have so much in common."
Farrah roared,
"LEON'S MY MAN, AND YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!"
Carol laughed,
"If you ask me, you and Wendigo have SO much in common; you're both hairballs who don't have any manners."
Farrah screamed,
"DIE, BARBIE!"
She tackled the blonde, a cat-fight breaking out. Roberto shrugged,
"Well, at least it's not a total loss! YAHOO!"
Tabitha slapped him upside the head,
"You are an idiot, you know that?"
At the West Coast Misfits Manor…
Crisis was waiting patiently at the front gate. Earlier, he had called and said he would be over with a tape that Ace had to see.
Theresa O'Rouke, the team leader Siryn, greeted him,
"Hello, Leon."
Leon smiled,
"Hi, Syrin."
He narrowed his eyes,
"Weren't you a redhead when I first saw you?"
Siryn blushed,
"To be honest, Ali wanted me to dye my hair."
Leon shrugged,
"I think you look better as a red head."
The Irish mutant chuckled,
"I'll have to think about it. Ye said you had for Ace?"
Leon pulled out a tape,
"M came by earlier and had a cannibal monster attack us. I think Ace will be very interested in this."
He passed off the tape and flew back at super speed. Theresa shook her head,
"A cannibal monster?"
She shuddered,
"Well, might as well watch it."
End of Cookin' with Disaster!