OK, guys, this is the author, not Gambit. Wut Sean speaks isn't actually Scottish, but Irish. But I think we can let that one slide because A) It's probably Gaelic, and B) A Banshee is an Irish beastie. C) Sean Cassidy is and Irish name.
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I woke up in in the infirmary at Xavier's school, to the sweet sound that is Rogue's voice. Apparently, she was praying....
"Please, God, don't take Remy away from me. He's the best thing to happen to me since I moved in with these intstitute kids. I love him more than life itself, so please, Lord, do me this one favour..."
"Been worried, chere?"
She turned around to see my catatonic form.
"Remy...I-I didn't see you there!"
"Yeah, I know."
Her right hand came down firmly onto my unprotected head.
"I deserved that..."
"You sure did! What possesed you to fight them like that?! The professor talked to the host! You might've killed that blonde guy! What the hell made you do that?! What is your beef with them?!"
"Don't worry about it, because it doesn't concern you...Whoa...What's Jamie doing over there?" I asked, looking to the right.
Little Jamie Madrox was lying in a bed, out like a light.
"Kid got the Legacy Virus in Scotland. Sean and Moira are here, too. But they're fine."
A blonde walked into the room.
"Heard my name mentioned. Dia dhuit ar maidin. Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú? My name's Sean Cassidy, or Banshee." He said.
I shook his out stretched hand.
"Firm grip, lad. I like that in a man. Oh, and little Jamie. An bhfuil biseach ort?" he asked the kid.
"Fine, mister Cassidy."
"See, Rem, while you were in the sleepy-time express train, Xavier taught the rest of us Irish by first taking all the Irish Sean knows and copying it to our own brains through his mind-magic," said Tabitha, who had just entered as well.
"True, true. Anyway, I just wanted to check up on the kid. So, kids, Bíodh lá maith agat!" Sean said, waving happily.
"You doing okay, Jamie?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. Fine. Been better, been worse, you know?" he said. I laughed, for his sake. Kid didn't know how bad he really was.
I looked back over to Rogue.
"Mon cheri amour?"
"Yes, Rem?"
"There's one thing bothering me. By all rights, I should be deader than a snowman in July, and I'm talking CNN cover story dead."
Rogue scratched her head.
"You're right. You should be dead. Forge came up with some kind of techno geek thing. Take a peice of a mutant's flesh, and, without boring techno-babble, turns it into energy, then puts that power into another mutant until the need for it is gone. In your case, we got a bit of Mr. Logan and his healing powers stayed in you until your wounds healed."
"If that Forge idiot can make that, how come he can't make you a power surpressor?" I asked her.
She shrugged.
"It's not like he hasn't tried, though, you know? He's still trying, but he just can't seem to get it right.... And, I can't beleive I'm telling you this, but Mr. Mcoy will bring you pain pills every three hours. They're really strong, and he's due in here any minute, so I'll leave now. I don't wanna see how loopy you'll get."
Hank brought the pills down for myself and Jamie. I popped mine down, as did the kid, and yelped out.
"Whoo, Henri! These are strong ones!" I said. I could feel the haze swiping over me....
"There's a monkey in my pants, and he likes to play the accordian........"
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I woke up in in the infirmary at Xavier's school, to the sweet sound that is Rogue's voice. Apparently, she was praying....
"Please, God, don't take Remy away from me. He's the best thing to happen to me since I moved in with these intstitute kids. I love him more than life itself, so please, Lord, do me this one favour..."
"Been worried, chere?"
She turned around to see my catatonic form.
"Remy...I-I didn't see you there!"
"Yeah, I know."
Her right hand came down firmly onto my unprotected head.
"I deserved that..."
"You sure did! What possesed you to fight them like that?! The professor talked to the host! You might've killed that blonde guy! What the hell made you do that?! What is your beef with them?!"
"Don't worry about it, because it doesn't concern you...Whoa...What's Jamie doing over there?" I asked, looking to the right.
Little Jamie Madrox was lying in a bed, out like a light.
"Kid got the Legacy Virus in Scotland. Sean and Moira are here, too. But they're fine."
A blonde walked into the room.
"Heard my name mentioned. Dia dhuit ar maidin. Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú? My name's Sean Cassidy, or Banshee." He said.
I shook his out stretched hand.
"Firm grip, lad. I like that in a man. Oh, and little Jamie. An bhfuil biseach ort?" he asked the kid.
"Fine, mister Cassidy."
"See, Rem, while you were in the sleepy-time express train, Xavier taught the rest of us Irish by first taking all the Irish Sean knows and copying it to our own brains through his mind-magic," said Tabitha, who had just entered as well.
"True, true. Anyway, I just wanted to check up on the kid. So, kids, Bíodh lá maith agat!" Sean said, waving happily.
"You doing okay, Jamie?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. Fine. Been better, been worse, you know?" he said. I laughed, for his sake. Kid didn't know how bad he really was.
I looked back over to Rogue.
"Mon cheri amour?"
"Yes, Rem?"
"There's one thing bothering me. By all rights, I should be deader than a snowman in July, and I'm talking CNN cover story dead."
Rogue scratched her head.
"You're right. You should be dead. Forge came up with some kind of techno geek thing. Take a peice of a mutant's flesh, and, without boring techno-babble, turns it into energy, then puts that power into another mutant until the need for it is gone. In your case, we got a bit of Mr. Logan and his healing powers stayed in you until your wounds healed."
"If that Forge idiot can make that, how come he can't make you a power surpressor?" I asked her.
She shrugged.
"It's not like he hasn't tried, though, you know? He's still trying, but he just can't seem to get it right.... And, I can't beleive I'm telling you this, but Mr. Mcoy will bring you pain pills every three hours. They're really strong, and he's due in here any minute, so I'll leave now. I don't wanna see how loopy you'll get."
Hank brought the pills down for myself and Jamie. I popped mine down, as did the kid, and yelped out.
"Whoo, Henri! These are strong ones!" I said. I could feel the haze swiping over me....
"There's a monkey in my pants, and he likes to play the accordian........"