Author's note (because I *love* to hear me talk.): Originally these next
two chapters were suppose to be one, then I got up at four a.m. this
morning and threw up all of last night's dinner so I'm not really up to
making long chapters right now. Nevertheless, things should get rolling
after this, and this also gives me a chance to set Wanda's character for
the story.
^=^ The Scarlet Witch^=^
Wanda Maximoff looked at the face of her father, Erik Lensherr formed from hundreds of tiny black splotches on a newspaper page. The issue was current, even if it was now evening and weeks afterwards, however something like that just does not exactly go away very quickly. Even though it had now been reduced to a single paragraph follow up on page eight of the front section, yet it still warranted a picture of the enigmatic Master of Magnetism and Wanda was drawn to it.
As she laid it before her and leaned on the creaky old table in the middle of the filthy kitchen, she wondered about him. About how nice it had been after the fight when he had actually hugged her and Pietro and had thanked them for helping him. Yes, her father had always been good to her hadn't he? Even though she had the capability to sink California into the Pacific Ocean if she wanted to, he had always done his best to bond with her. Taking her and Pietro to the park, on picnics, seeing the Fourth of July fireworks, yes, things had always been good haven't they? Magneto had always done his best to fill the gaping void Wanda felt for some reason. Like something was missing from her, she supposed it was because either her mother had died or took off when she was still quite small, after all isn't something like that suppose to be traumatic? Magneto had never told her anything about her mother, but she supposed that was because it must be painful for him to talk about.
When she had found out before he had supposedly perished when battling Apocalypse for the first time, it had been a stunning blow for her. She hadn't cried, Wanda wasn't sure if she knew how to anymore, but she had still hurt, and her fellow Brotherhood members had gotten the worst of it. She had been on a trigger those few weeks, even derailing a subway car that had had near disastrous results because Pietro had brought it up. That's why she had jumped at the chance to see her father again when Kitty had come requesting help to bring down Apocalypse. She also remembered the disgust she had felt when the others had refused to help and she had to go alone. Nevertheless, they had still come to help her, she could hardly say she knew why other than they weren't the ignorant slobs she had thought before, and perhaps Magneto saw them in a different way now too. That's why it puzzled her slightly why he had yet to contact them these few weeks after the incident. Then again, as Pyro had told them the other two acolytes had taken off, maybe he was forming another team? Did he still think The Brotherhood unready to become his soldiers?
"'Ello Sheila, what 'cha got there?" asked an accented voice from above her belonging to a strawberry blonde nineteen year old Australian who seemed to have a penchant for working her nerves, he then suddenly hands grabbed the paper from the table and up for inspection. "Oh, about your daddy eh?"
Pyro glanced over the rim of the paper at the girl who sat before him. With her tight red belly shirt, vinyl pants, dark make-up and thousands of bracelets, cropped hair, she was very different from what anyone would call a normal girl, not that she was exactly. "I'd never thought you be much a daddy's girl," Pyro informed her with a mocking grin as if he got a kick out of being hex bolted, which was just what happened to him, right into the sink.
"Y'know that wasn't very nice Sheila!" John informed her, glaring though knowing better than to dig his Zippo lighter from out of his pocket. He had already tried that only to find The Scarlet Witch could turn the flame against him. He had almost soiled his pants when his own creation of a tiger made of flames had come bounding back after him though it had intrigued him at the same time. As he regained his stance after being thrown, he looked back over at Wanda who had just gone back to ignoring him, turning to another page of the newspaper. John wasn't exactly happy about it, he liked when things were exciting and dangerous, and Wanda when she used her strange powers was both. She really was his main source of amusement since this group wasn't exactly delving into the dangerous missions Magneto had demanded of him before.
So now came the task of prodding the bull without being gored but still getting it to charge. He did it less than tactfully, he simply shouted, "Hey, Scarlet bitch!" to get her to look up and let out a baseball sized fireball at her.
The result was Wanda holding her right hand out and surrounding the offending ball with a hex sphere. It now changed its path from her, right towards John, much to his delight since the thing came very close to burning the right side of his head before he managed to duck it before it continued into the living room, setting the curtains on fire. Forcing both Todd and Freddy to stop watching the Simpsons and put it out. He began his whooping laugh as Wanda stood up; realizing that she had once again done just what he wanted her to do much to her chagrin. She strode up to him where he lay on the floor and snarled at him"You're insane!"
"Be careful who you be calling insane Sheila, Magneto had to do a lot of work on your head to get you were you are today!" John informed her standing up as Todd walked into the room, her face somehow becoming even paler when he heard the mad Australian's words.
"What are you talking about?" Wanda demanded, wondering if he was delusional along with being just plain crazy. However before John could let the cat out of the bag Todd leapt onto his shoulders and clamped his hand over his mouth figuring if that he didn't keep him quiet they were going to have to deal with something much worst then a fire, much to John's obvious disgust.
"Don't listen to him cuddle bumps, he's insane in the old membrane you know." Todd told her, showing Wanda his glowing yellows, much to _her_ disgust.
"Toad! Come and help me! The curtains are still on fire!" Freddy shouted as he moved surprisingly fast past them with a full bucket from beneath the sink in his hands. Todd did as his friend requested of him leaping off the pyromaniac. As John gagged from the lingering smell, Wanda came to a decision.
"You help too," she told him, letting another hex bolt loose on him so he was thrown into the living room. Then after a few more seconds of watching, the boys run frantically back and forth, with Lance and Pietro arriving to help when the smoke smell floated up into the bedrooms Wanda slipped out the front door quietly herself. She needed to think, and did not care to be followed.
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*I hope everyone was in character......
*Gives her three newest reviewers Evanescence Kicks ass, ishandahalf, and Risty a big hug.*
Snitter; The generation X team has officially disbanded *tear* but after going MIA for a while Jono has supposedly returned to join the x-men. So I guess he's now apart of the "Uncanny x-men " comic series even though I'll admit I've fallen behind on it. However there are several stores on line that sell Generation X comics and others such as "Poptopia" that feature Jono in them.
Rahneman: Thanks for the lingo, I'll try to in cooperate them next chapter.
Risty: I was thinking of giving him a friendly relationship with Jubilee if she has indeed returned to the team as of yet because she is the only Generation Xer that is apart of (or was) of the current team.
^=^ The Scarlet Witch^=^
Wanda Maximoff looked at the face of her father, Erik Lensherr formed from hundreds of tiny black splotches on a newspaper page. The issue was current, even if it was now evening and weeks afterwards, however something like that just does not exactly go away very quickly. Even though it had now been reduced to a single paragraph follow up on page eight of the front section, yet it still warranted a picture of the enigmatic Master of Magnetism and Wanda was drawn to it.
As she laid it before her and leaned on the creaky old table in the middle of the filthy kitchen, she wondered about him. About how nice it had been after the fight when he had actually hugged her and Pietro and had thanked them for helping him. Yes, her father had always been good to her hadn't he? Even though she had the capability to sink California into the Pacific Ocean if she wanted to, he had always done his best to bond with her. Taking her and Pietro to the park, on picnics, seeing the Fourth of July fireworks, yes, things had always been good haven't they? Magneto had always done his best to fill the gaping void Wanda felt for some reason. Like something was missing from her, she supposed it was because either her mother had died or took off when she was still quite small, after all isn't something like that suppose to be traumatic? Magneto had never told her anything about her mother, but she supposed that was because it must be painful for him to talk about.
When she had found out before he had supposedly perished when battling Apocalypse for the first time, it had been a stunning blow for her. She hadn't cried, Wanda wasn't sure if she knew how to anymore, but she had still hurt, and her fellow Brotherhood members had gotten the worst of it. She had been on a trigger those few weeks, even derailing a subway car that had had near disastrous results because Pietro had brought it up. That's why she had jumped at the chance to see her father again when Kitty had come requesting help to bring down Apocalypse. She also remembered the disgust she had felt when the others had refused to help and she had to go alone. Nevertheless, they had still come to help her, she could hardly say she knew why other than they weren't the ignorant slobs she had thought before, and perhaps Magneto saw them in a different way now too. That's why it puzzled her slightly why he had yet to contact them these few weeks after the incident. Then again, as Pyro had told them the other two acolytes had taken off, maybe he was forming another team? Did he still think The Brotherhood unready to become his soldiers?
"'Ello Sheila, what 'cha got there?" asked an accented voice from above her belonging to a strawberry blonde nineteen year old Australian who seemed to have a penchant for working her nerves, he then suddenly hands grabbed the paper from the table and up for inspection. "Oh, about your daddy eh?"
Pyro glanced over the rim of the paper at the girl who sat before him. With her tight red belly shirt, vinyl pants, dark make-up and thousands of bracelets, cropped hair, she was very different from what anyone would call a normal girl, not that she was exactly. "I'd never thought you be much a daddy's girl," Pyro informed her with a mocking grin as if he got a kick out of being hex bolted, which was just what happened to him, right into the sink.
"Y'know that wasn't very nice Sheila!" John informed her, glaring though knowing better than to dig his Zippo lighter from out of his pocket. He had already tried that only to find The Scarlet Witch could turn the flame against him. He had almost soiled his pants when his own creation of a tiger made of flames had come bounding back after him though it had intrigued him at the same time. As he regained his stance after being thrown, he looked back over at Wanda who had just gone back to ignoring him, turning to another page of the newspaper. John wasn't exactly happy about it, he liked when things were exciting and dangerous, and Wanda when she used her strange powers was both. She really was his main source of amusement since this group wasn't exactly delving into the dangerous missions Magneto had demanded of him before.
So now came the task of prodding the bull without being gored but still getting it to charge. He did it less than tactfully, he simply shouted, "Hey, Scarlet bitch!" to get her to look up and let out a baseball sized fireball at her.
The result was Wanda holding her right hand out and surrounding the offending ball with a hex sphere. It now changed its path from her, right towards John, much to his delight since the thing came very close to burning the right side of his head before he managed to duck it before it continued into the living room, setting the curtains on fire. Forcing both Todd and Freddy to stop watching the Simpsons and put it out. He began his whooping laugh as Wanda stood up; realizing that she had once again done just what he wanted her to do much to her chagrin. She strode up to him where he lay on the floor and snarled at him"You're insane!"
"Be careful who you be calling insane Sheila, Magneto had to do a lot of work on your head to get you were you are today!" John informed her standing up as Todd walked into the room, her face somehow becoming even paler when he heard the mad Australian's words.
"What are you talking about?" Wanda demanded, wondering if he was delusional along with being just plain crazy. However before John could let the cat out of the bag Todd leapt onto his shoulders and clamped his hand over his mouth figuring if that he didn't keep him quiet they were going to have to deal with something much worst then a fire, much to John's obvious disgust.
"Don't listen to him cuddle bumps, he's insane in the old membrane you know." Todd told her, showing Wanda his glowing yellows, much to _her_ disgust.
"Toad! Come and help me! The curtains are still on fire!" Freddy shouted as he moved surprisingly fast past them with a full bucket from beneath the sink in his hands. Todd did as his friend requested of him leaping off the pyromaniac. As John gagged from the lingering smell, Wanda came to a decision.
"You help too," she told him, letting another hex bolt loose on him so he was thrown into the living room. Then after a few more seconds of watching, the boys run frantically back and forth, with Lance and Pietro arriving to help when the smoke smell floated up into the bedrooms Wanda slipped out the front door quietly herself. She needed to think, and did not care to be followed.
=^=^=^=^=^=^==^=^=^=^=^=^=^=^
*I hope everyone was in character......
*Gives her three newest reviewers Evanescence Kicks ass, ishandahalf, and Risty a big hug.*
Snitter; The generation X team has officially disbanded *tear* but after going MIA for a while Jono has supposedly returned to join the x-men. So I guess he's now apart of the "Uncanny x-men " comic series even though I'll admit I've fallen behind on it. However there are several stores on line that sell Generation X comics and others such as "Poptopia" that feature Jono in them.
Rahneman: Thanks for the lingo, I'll try to in cooperate them next chapter.
Risty: I was thinking of giving him a friendly relationship with Jubilee if she has indeed returned to the team as of yet because she is the only Generation Xer that is apart of (or was) of the current team.