Trent's Arrival, Part 2: Meeting Xavier
Author:Blimey The Toad
Once again, Trent is mine. So is Robbie. Everybody else is Marvel's.
I followed Scott out of the room and into a long corridor. He took me up a flight up stairs, and then down another, even longer, corridor. He slowed as he approached a large, wooden, intricately carved door. I was afraid to meet this Xavier guy. Any guy behind a door like this couldn't be good. But before I had a chance to bolt, Scott grabbed me by the collar and opened the door.
"Hello, Professor." A professor? Of what?
"Hello, Scott. Hello, Trenton."
"Uh, hey. Trent is fine, sir."
"Oh. Well, then. Trent it is."
This guy looked familiar. Like a cross between Jean-Luc Pickard of "Star Trek:The Next Generation" fame, and Robbie the comic book guy from Fayetteville, Arkansas, where I'm from. Except, he was floating in some hoover-chair, and didn't have the extra body fat of Robbie.
"I get that all the time. Well, the Pickard part. I think it's the bald part."
Damn, did I say that out loud!
"No, you didn't."
No, another damned telepath.
"Yes. If that makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop."
"Alright. If you will. It... kinda creeps me out."
"I understand. So, what is your gift? We used Cerebro to find you when an anonymous "friend" alerted us to your problems. What exactly is your gift, and when did you first realize it?"
Cerebro? What anonymous "friend"? Oh, well... all in good time.
"Uh, I realized I was a mutant pretty early on because of this-" I pointed to my elfish ears, "-and then it kinda asserted itself in elementary school. During PE, we would have races and endurance challenges and stuff, and I always won. By a lot. I was faster, could jump higher and further, and was more agile than anyone else. Heck, still am. Then, around 8th grade, I figured out that I can do this." I began to float a few feet off the ground. "I can fly. Higher than this, of course. And pretty fast, too. Cool, isn't it?"
He seemed to ignore me for a moment as he turned to Scotty. "He could come in useful. Introduce him to the others."
They apparently had a little telepathic chat, as their expressions changed, but not a word was exchanged between them. I really wish they'd stop that.
Xavier turned to me. "I hear you didn't have the best experiance with a few of your teammates. Don't worry. That's just them." Oh, goody, goody gumdrops! So they're always like that! Joy! "So, I'll introduce you to a few that may be a bit nicer at first." Xavier mind spoke with Scott again, and scotty nodded. "Yes, Professor."
**********
"We have to meet *more* people? But they all hate me! Come on..."
"You're going to meet them, damnit, and quit complaining. It's all you've done for the past half hour."
"But *Scah-tee*! Please don't. You can't be that cruel!"
"Looks like I am."
Teenagers, we need to get rid of them all. Unruly hair, baggy clothes...
Bastard pompous Professors pets, damned designer jeans, stupid looking glasses...
**********
"And this is Rogue."
And she was hot. I'm sorry, but it's true. So tall, and beautiful, and her hair has the coolest skunk spot ever...
"Hey, kid. Ah heard yah met tha boys. They ain' like that always."
"Yes ma'am."
"Call me Rogue."
"Yes Miss Rogue."
"Ah guess that'll work fer now. Ah gotta finish gettin' ready fer mah date with Remy-"
"Who?"
"Oh, yah prob'ly met him as Gambit-" Damn! Damn damn damn! "-so Ah'll talk ta you boys latuh."
She then shut the door. Well, that wasn't so awful.
**********
"And this is Storm, or Ororo Munroe, her given name. She controls the weather."
"Neat! Make it snow!"
"No."
"Oh, come on! Wouldn't it be cool. It's July! Snow in July! Awesome!"
"I said no. It's not open for negotiation. That's it."
"What if I pay you? I got $20 with snow's name on it. Please!"
"I am not a weather whore. I will not give you your snow pleasure for any amount of money. Please leave."
"If you insist..."
"I do."
"Alright then. Bye. Talk to ya later."
*SLAM*
**********
"Kid, you even pissed off Storm. Are you sure pissing people off isn't part of your ability?" He meant it as a joke, but with my past, I wouldn't be suprised. I'd talk to *sigh* Rogue, or Jean tommarrow. They don't hate me yet. Thank god.
"Huh huh huh. I don't know. So, who's next?"
"Kurt. First, a bit of warning. He's fuzzy and blue and looks like an elf with a tail."
That kinda took me by suprise. "Um, what?"
"A fuzzy blue elf with a tail. His name is Kurt."
"Oh."
"Don't stare."
"I won't."
"I don't know. I didn't think you would at Rogue, either but..."
I turned a bright shade of red. "I did no such thing!"
Scotty just chuckled. "Sure, kid. Here we are."
Scotty apparently hadn't heard of knocking as he just opened the door without warning.
Elffy and some chick were making out. Hot and heavy. Tonsil hockey kinda making out. I mean, something you don't ever want to walk in on. And I did.
"Vhat the hell! Get owt! Get owt! Damn you, now!"
"Oh, my god, like, Kurt! Like, what are they, like, doing here. Like, totally leave like right now!"
*SLAM*
**********
"Uh, Scott?"
"Shut up."
"Uh, who's next?"
He stopped, then turned his head towards me. No more today. No more. Maybe tomorrow Jean will take you. But no more today."
And I left it at that. He led me to my room where I began to unpack.
It was a pretty big room, with a TV, a bed (of course), a window overlooking... well, the driveway. Oh, well. And a bathroom. I didn't have much yet, but I understood I'd get an allowance from the professor, and I could get some stuff then. Until then, I decided to see who my hall mates were.
*knock knock knock*
The door opened and there stood... GAMBIT! NOOOOO!
"Hi. I live right next door. Huh huh. Yeah. I'll go then! Bye!"
I quickly turned and went back to my room. I would meet my oterh hall mates later. I didn't want any more suprises tonight.
Author:Blimey The Toad
Once again, Trent is mine. So is Robbie. Everybody else is Marvel's.
I followed Scott out of the room and into a long corridor. He took me up a flight up stairs, and then down another, even longer, corridor. He slowed as he approached a large, wooden, intricately carved door. I was afraid to meet this Xavier guy. Any guy behind a door like this couldn't be good. But before I had a chance to bolt, Scott grabbed me by the collar and opened the door.
"Hello, Professor." A professor? Of what?
"Hello, Scott. Hello, Trenton."
"Uh, hey. Trent is fine, sir."
"Oh. Well, then. Trent it is."
This guy looked familiar. Like a cross between Jean-Luc Pickard of "Star Trek:The Next Generation" fame, and Robbie the comic book guy from Fayetteville, Arkansas, where I'm from. Except, he was floating in some hoover-chair, and didn't have the extra body fat of Robbie.
"I get that all the time. Well, the Pickard part. I think it's the bald part."
Damn, did I say that out loud!
"No, you didn't."
No, another damned telepath.
"Yes. If that makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop."
"Alright. If you will. It... kinda creeps me out."
"I understand. So, what is your gift? We used Cerebro to find you when an anonymous "friend" alerted us to your problems. What exactly is your gift, and when did you first realize it?"
Cerebro? What anonymous "friend"? Oh, well... all in good time.
"Uh, I realized I was a mutant pretty early on because of this-" I pointed to my elfish ears, "-and then it kinda asserted itself in elementary school. During PE, we would have races and endurance challenges and stuff, and I always won. By a lot. I was faster, could jump higher and further, and was more agile than anyone else. Heck, still am. Then, around 8th grade, I figured out that I can do this." I began to float a few feet off the ground. "I can fly. Higher than this, of course. And pretty fast, too. Cool, isn't it?"
He seemed to ignore me for a moment as he turned to Scotty. "He could come in useful. Introduce him to the others."
They apparently had a little telepathic chat, as their expressions changed, but not a word was exchanged between them. I really wish they'd stop that.
Xavier turned to me. "I hear you didn't have the best experiance with a few of your teammates. Don't worry. That's just them." Oh, goody, goody gumdrops! So they're always like that! Joy! "So, I'll introduce you to a few that may be a bit nicer at first." Xavier mind spoke with Scott again, and scotty nodded. "Yes, Professor."
**********
"We have to meet *more* people? But they all hate me! Come on..."
"You're going to meet them, damnit, and quit complaining. It's all you've done for the past half hour."
"But *Scah-tee*! Please don't. You can't be that cruel!"
"Looks like I am."
Teenagers, we need to get rid of them all. Unruly hair, baggy clothes...
Bastard pompous Professors pets, damned designer jeans, stupid looking glasses...
**********
"And this is Rogue."
And she was hot. I'm sorry, but it's true. So tall, and beautiful, and her hair has the coolest skunk spot ever...
"Hey, kid. Ah heard yah met tha boys. They ain' like that always."
"Yes ma'am."
"Call me Rogue."
"Yes Miss Rogue."
"Ah guess that'll work fer now. Ah gotta finish gettin' ready fer mah date with Remy-"
"Who?"
"Oh, yah prob'ly met him as Gambit-" Damn! Damn damn damn! "-so Ah'll talk ta you boys latuh."
She then shut the door. Well, that wasn't so awful.
**********
"And this is Storm, or Ororo Munroe, her given name. She controls the weather."
"Neat! Make it snow!"
"No."
"Oh, come on! Wouldn't it be cool. It's July! Snow in July! Awesome!"
"I said no. It's not open for negotiation. That's it."
"What if I pay you? I got $20 with snow's name on it. Please!"
"I am not a weather whore. I will not give you your snow pleasure for any amount of money. Please leave."
"If you insist..."
"I do."
"Alright then. Bye. Talk to ya later."
*SLAM*
**********
"Kid, you even pissed off Storm. Are you sure pissing people off isn't part of your ability?" He meant it as a joke, but with my past, I wouldn't be suprised. I'd talk to *sigh* Rogue, or Jean tommarrow. They don't hate me yet. Thank god.
"Huh huh huh. I don't know. So, who's next?"
"Kurt. First, a bit of warning. He's fuzzy and blue and looks like an elf with a tail."
That kinda took me by suprise. "Um, what?"
"A fuzzy blue elf with a tail. His name is Kurt."
"Oh."
"Don't stare."
"I won't."
"I don't know. I didn't think you would at Rogue, either but..."
I turned a bright shade of red. "I did no such thing!"
Scotty just chuckled. "Sure, kid. Here we are."
Scotty apparently hadn't heard of knocking as he just opened the door without warning.
Elffy and some chick were making out. Hot and heavy. Tonsil hockey kinda making out. I mean, something you don't ever want to walk in on. And I did.
"Vhat the hell! Get owt! Get owt! Damn you, now!"
"Oh, my god, like, Kurt! Like, what are they, like, doing here. Like, totally leave like right now!"
*SLAM*
**********
"Uh, Scott?"
"Shut up."
"Uh, who's next?"
He stopped, then turned his head towards me. No more today. No more. Maybe tomorrow Jean will take you. But no more today."
And I left it at that. He led me to my room where I began to unpack.
It was a pretty big room, with a TV, a bed (of course), a window overlooking... well, the driveway. Oh, well. And a bathroom. I didn't have much yet, but I understood I'd get an allowance from the professor, and I could get some stuff then. Until then, I decided to see who my hall mates were.
*knock knock knock*
The door opened and there stood... GAMBIT! NOOOOO!
"Hi. I live right next door. Huh huh. Yeah. I'll go then! Bye!"
I quickly turned and went back to my room. I would meet my oterh hall mates later. I didn't want any more suprises tonight.