Thanks to Laura Night, I just might use that "Rogue absorbing Barbie" idea.
Also, thanks to everyone that reviewed my story and poem (special thanks to the Bud, *i have an ol' pal!*), it feels really cool to have people like your work. No flames yet! WHOOHOO! Hey, you know what just recently hit me? I can't think of a single blonde X-Female! If you can come up with any, put their names in your review. And again, the paragraphs might be kinda weird. Sorry!
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS (with the exception of Barbie Mattel) AND I'M NOT MAKING A CENT OFF OF THIS!
{}=sound ' '=thoughts
N'AWLINS
Rogue Meets Barbie (uh-oh)
Chapter 2
Feeling exceptionally happy that this whole training thing isn't as hard as it looks, Barbie waltzed up to the gate and called up to Rogue. "May I please enter the mansion?" Rogue smiled. 'Maybe Scott was right; if I ask nicely, they'll let me in!'
"You have gotta be kiddin sugah!" At that moment, Beast, having decoded the lock, swung the gate open. Rogue dove down at Barbie, who wore a look of complete horror on her perfect face.
{CRACKLE! BOOM!}
Cyclops had let loose a high-powered bolt into Rogue's middle. "UGH! Barbie, be grateful that yer 'knight in shining armor' was here to save ya. Ya might not be so lucky next time. Considerin' the fact that he won't be in one piece by then!"
Sensing Rogue's anger rise, and knowing that it would give her the advantage, Scott fired an equally powerful blast in Rogue's direction. She dodged it easily, and darted back behind him, landing a fist squarely on the top of his head.
{CRACK!}
Cyclops fell to the ground, senseless. (hehe, I needed that) Barbie rushed to his side, bawling uncontrollably. Seeing that golden opportunity, Rogue sped towards Barbie again, only to be knocked out of the air by a bouncing blue Beast.
"Is that all you men do? Protect the dumb blonde? Ya'll should know better!" Now Rogue turned her attention to the blue fuzz ball, swooping down, scooping up the helpless Hank, and depositing him in a nearby lake. But unfortunately, Barbie had fled the scene. "Well maybe Ah'll get a chance ta pound 'er pretty lil' face inta the dirt later. For now, Ah better check back with the rest'a Team 2"
The "rest'a Team 2" had the mansion perimeter covered and were ready for attack, but no one from Team 1 had been spotted yet. Fearing that Team 1 was using some sort of a surprise tactic, Team 2 was on edge. Rogue burst through the trees, scaring the ever-loving sh*t out of Team 2.
"Where in de hell you get off scarin' us like dat, girl?"
"Mein got! I thought ve vas under attack!"
"Ya'll look as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room fulla rockin' chairs! (Little did we know, THAT is where that quote came from: a lame Barbie story. Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.) What's up?"
"As you may have noticed, our opposing team has yet to show their faces. We are all curious as to what sort of attack they have planned." Storm was not looking her regal self at the moment.
"Oh, sorry Ah didn't tell ya'll sooner, but Ah took care of Scotty and our furry blue friend."
"If I remember correctly, then Psylocke should be the only one left."
"Ve cannot forget our new fraulien, Barbie."
"Ah doubt she'll be muchuva problem."
Rogue had a plan. . .
"All right, Ah hear 'er comin'. Places ev'rybody!"
"Dese are de stupidest clothes Gambit has ever seen!"
"Quiet Gambit, she is approaching."
"This reminds me of *minen circus tagen."
It was a slightly pathetic sight, each member of Team 2 was outfitted to look like a store-window mannequin. (you'd be amazed at what you might find on the mansion grounds)
Rogue, the plan being hers, was able to choose her attire. She was dressed in a skimpy two-piece lingerie set. Storm was forced to represent the extreme opposite, clad in a baggy, checked maternity dress. Kurt stood wearing a striped dress shirt and metallic red boxers. And for once in his life, the ever-complaining Gambit had a reason to gripe.
Barbie half-crawled, half-fell through the surrounding bushes and shrubs. Her newly created uniform was torn and scratched from her escapades through the lawns, though at the sight of the "mannequins," she perked up considerably. "OOH! A department store! And they're on sale! I must buy a new wardrobe!"
Barbie walked past each "mannequin" in turn, looking on in amazement. "Ooh! This one's fuzzy! Must be a new trend. White highlights, how cool! A maternity dress! It's so nice to have stores like this serve those unfortunately 'big-bellied' mothers! Ooooooh...Ahhhh...a man in a SPEEDO! Well, again, it's nice that they allow men with certain 'bulges' to wear something so skimpy! And his eyes! They're sort of red! Must be those new contacts."
As Barbie passed, Gambit gave the signal: the dropping of his SPEEDO, and bolted into the bushes to retrieve his uniform. Storm grinned. 'It is possible that Rogue's idea for the signal was not all bad.'
Gambit emerged from the greenery, and caught sight of Rogue, who even in the bra and panties set, looked quite frightening. He had only seen that look once before, when she had accidentally absorbed Apocalypse.
Barbie was frozen with fear, due to the fact that Rogue was stalking towards her with an eerie light in her eyes. Storm saw what was about to happen and rushed to intercept Rogue. "STOP! I will not tolerate such senseless violence! What in the Goddess's name has possessed you to do such a thing, Rogue?"
Meanwhile, Gambit had taken the liberty of trying to restrain Rogue. His efforts were immediately met with an elbow to the gut. She then reached out and grabbed Storm by the collar, one fist raised. Storm contacted the professor, "Charles! Help us! Rogue has lost control!" A strong mental warning shot through Rogue's head, and she released Storm.
Psylocke had arrived in the midst of the chaos. "I'm guessing that I bloody well better surrender! This looks frightening enough to make Logan disband!"
Looking back later, the team wouldn't have blamed her. A haggard-looking Rogue stood, still clad in her underwear. Gambit was sprawled on the ground, clutching his stomach. Barbie looked as if she had seen a ghost. Storm was in a maternity dress and Nightcrawler, who had appeared to be watching from the sidelines, was sporting the dress shirt and boxers.
Jean woke up refreshed and slightly confused. The last thing she could remember was falling asleep...IN THE DANGER ROOM! 'I guess someone decided to let me sleep in a more comfortable environment.' She pulled back the covers, stretched, and got out of bed. As she did, Barbie nearly floated into the room.
'That face...that face...THAT FACE!!!'
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!" Jean shrieked and lept back into bed, quivering.
"Hi! Thought I'd see how you were doing!" Barbie was oblivious.
"stay away. . . don't come any closer. . ." Jean was huddled under the sheets.
"Oh, you must be sleepy. I'll leave you to rest." Barbie left Jean's room and proceeded to the Rec. Room. Storm was there, pacing frantically.
"By the Goddess! What has become of my earrings?"
Gambit sauntered over and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Now calm down, Chere. I'm sure we find dem."
"But they were given to me by Forge! I must find them!"
Barbie stepped up to them. "What did they look like?"
"They were of the most beautiful gold, and in the shape of lightening bolts." Storm sighed.
"Oh! Those old things! I cleaned the house yesterday and decided that a few things should be donated to Salvation Army!"
Storm literally flew at Barbie. "How DARE you!"
"Whoah, Stormy. I'm sure de petite jus' made a mistake. Maybe we can get dem back...What ELSE did you 'donate', eh Barbie?" Gambit's curiosity had gotten the better of him.
"Just ta few things here and there: some playing cards with flowers on them. . ."
"WHAT! Dose were priceless! Dey cost me $40! And even den, dat was a good deal! Are you insane?"
"Oops! Time for me to leave! Hank wanted to see me in his lab!"
Gambit and Storm stood slack-jawed at the phenomenon they had just witnessed.
"Hi Hank!"
"Hello Barbie. You may be wondering why I wanted to see you."
"Not really!"
"Ahem. . .Well, anyway, I want you to be the first to witness my greatest creation in action! Now wait here while I go retrieve a lab coat for you."
"Okay!" Barbie skipped over to the counter, which was completely clear, except for Hank's "greatest creation." "Wow! It looks really powerful! But the color clashes terribly with the decor of the lab!"
Barbie searched the cupboards and drawers, coming back to the mixture holding a small vile of pink liquid. "Oh, this should give it just the right tint! There, what a beautiful rose color!" She placed the vial back in its rightful place.
Hank re-entered the room carrying a lab coat. He handed it to Barbie and carefully picked up the now "rose-colored" mix. "Now, as I place a drop of the formula onto my fur, it accelerates the hair growth. Watch."
Hank painstakingly squeezed a drop of the chemical onto his fur. . . "Oh my stars and garters! I'm on fire! But I only added...PUT IT OUT!"
Barbie reached for the nearest beaker and moved to douse the fire that was rapidly spreading up the length on Hank's arm.
"NO! Anything but the **liquid mix of hydrocarbons!" Too late. The fluid splashed over Hank's arm and the fire grew.
Hearing the commotion (and probably smelling the burning fur), Storm rushed in, and summoned a quick rainstorm to put out Hank.
"I think..." gasped Hank, "That you best leave, Barbie.
"Okay! Bye!"
* "minen" means "mine", and "tagen" means "days" (German)
** the "liquid mix of hydrocarbons" is another way to say gasoline. thought it would soundkinda stupid to say, "NO! Anything but the gasoline!" sounds pretty obvious, huh?
Also, thanks to everyone that reviewed my story and poem (special thanks to the Bud, *i have an ol' pal!*), it feels really cool to have people like your work. No flames yet! WHOOHOO! Hey, you know what just recently hit me? I can't think of a single blonde X-Female! If you can come up with any, put their names in your review. And again, the paragraphs might be kinda weird. Sorry!
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS (with the exception of Barbie Mattel) AND I'M NOT MAKING A CENT OFF OF THIS!
{}=sound ' '=thoughts
N'AWLINS
Rogue Meets Barbie (uh-oh)
Chapter 2
Feeling exceptionally happy that this whole training thing isn't as hard as it looks, Barbie waltzed up to the gate and called up to Rogue. "May I please enter the mansion?" Rogue smiled. 'Maybe Scott was right; if I ask nicely, they'll let me in!'
"You have gotta be kiddin sugah!" At that moment, Beast, having decoded the lock, swung the gate open. Rogue dove down at Barbie, who wore a look of complete horror on her perfect face.
{CRACKLE! BOOM!}
Cyclops had let loose a high-powered bolt into Rogue's middle. "UGH! Barbie, be grateful that yer 'knight in shining armor' was here to save ya. Ya might not be so lucky next time. Considerin' the fact that he won't be in one piece by then!"
Sensing Rogue's anger rise, and knowing that it would give her the advantage, Scott fired an equally powerful blast in Rogue's direction. She dodged it easily, and darted back behind him, landing a fist squarely on the top of his head.
{CRACK!}
Cyclops fell to the ground, senseless. (hehe, I needed that) Barbie rushed to his side, bawling uncontrollably. Seeing that golden opportunity, Rogue sped towards Barbie again, only to be knocked out of the air by a bouncing blue Beast.
"Is that all you men do? Protect the dumb blonde? Ya'll should know better!" Now Rogue turned her attention to the blue fuzz ball, swooping down, scooping up the helpless Hank, and depositing him in a nearby lake. But unfortunately, Barbie had fled the scene. "Well maybe Ah'll get a chance ta pound 'er pretty lil' face inta the dirt later. For now, Ah better check back with the rest'a Team 2"
The "rest'a Team 2" had the mansion perimeter covered and were ready for attack, but no one from Team 1 had been spotted yet. Fearing that Team 1 was using some sort of a surprise tactic, Team 2 was on edge. Rogue burst through the trees, scaring the ever-loving sh*t out of Team 2.
"Where in de hell you get off scarin' us like dat, girl?"
"Mein got! I thought ve vas under attack!"
"Ya'll look as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room fulla rockin' chairs! (Little did we know, THAT is where that quote came from: a lame Barbie story. Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.) What's up?"
"As you may have noticed, our opposing team has yet to show their faces. We are all curious as to what sort of attack they have planned." Storm was not looking her regal self at the moment.
"Oh, sorry Ah didn't tell ya'll sooner, but Ah took care of Scotty and our furry blue friend."
"If I remember correctly, then Psylocke should be the only one left."
"Ve cannot forget our new fraulien, Barbie."
"Ah doubt she'll be muchuva problem."
Rogue had a plan. . .
"All right, Ah hear 'er comin'. Places ev'rybody!"
"Dese are de stupidest clothes Gambit has ever seen!"
"Quiet Gambit, she is approaching."
"This reminds me of *minen circus tagen."
It was a slightly pathetic sight, each member of Team 2 was outfitted to look like a store-window mannequin. (you'd be amazed at what you might find on the mansion grounds)
Rogue, the plan being hers, was able to choose her attire. She was dressed in a skimpy two-piece lingerie set. Storm was forced to represent the extreme opposite, clad in a baggy, checked maternity dress. Kurt stood wearing a striped dress shirt and metallic red boxers. And for once in his life, the ever-complaining Gambit had a reason to gripe.
Barbie half-crawled, half-fell through the surrounding bushes and shrubs. Her newly created uniform was torn and scratched from her escapades through the lawns, though at the sight of the "mannequins," she perked up considerably. "OOH! A department store! And they're on sale! I must buy a new wardrobe!"
Barbie walked past each "mannequin" in turn, looking on in amazement. "Ooh! This one's fuzzy! Must be a new trend. White highlights, how cool! A maternity dress! It's so nice to have stores like this serve those unfortunately 'big-bellied' mothers! Ooooooh...Ahhhh...a man in a SPEEDO! Well, again, it's nice that they allow men with certain 'bulges' to wear something so skimpy! And his eyes! They're sort of red! Must be those new contacts."
As Barbie passed, Gambit gave the signal: the dropping of his SPEEDO, and bolted into the bushes to retrieve his uniform. Storm grinned. 'It is possible that Rogue's idea for the signal was not all bad.'
Gambit emerged from the greenery, and caught sight of Rogue, who even in the bra and panties set, looked quite frightening. He had only seen that look once before, when she had accidentally absorbed Apocalypse.
Barbie was frozen with fear, due to the fact that Rogue was stalking towards her with an eerie light in her eyes. Storm saw what was about to happen and rushed to intercept Rogue. "STOP! I will not tolerate such senseless violence! What in the Goddess's name has possessed you to do such a thing, Rogue?"
Meanwhile, Gambit had taken the liberty of trying to restrain Rogue. His efforts were immediately met with an elbow to the gut. She then reached out and grabbed Storm by the collar, one fist raised. Storm contacted the professor, "Charles! Help us! Rogue has lost control!" A strong mental warning shot through Rogue's head, and she released Storm.
Psylocke had arrived in the midst of the chaos. "I'm guessing that I bloody well better surrender! This looks frightening enough to make Logan disband!"
Looking back later, the team wouldn't have blamed her. A haggard-looking Rogue stood, still clad in her underwear. Gambit was sprawled on the ground, clutching his stomach. Barbie looked as if she had seen a ghost. Storm was in a maternity dress and Nightcrawler, who had appeared to be watching from the sidelines, was sporting the dress shirt and boxers.
Jean woke up refreshed and slightly confused. The last thing she could remember was falling asleep...IN THE DANGER ROOM! 'I guess someone decided to let me sleep in a more comfortable environment.' She pulled back the covers, stretched, and got out of bed. As she did, Barbie nearly floated into the room.
'That face...that face...THAT FACE!!!'
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!" Jean shrieked and lept back into bed, quivering.
"Hi! Thought I'd see how you were doing!" Barbie was oblivious.
"stay away. . . don't come any closer. . ." Jean was huddled under the sheets.
"Oh, you must be sleepy. I'll leave you to rest." Barbie left Jean's room and proceeded to the Rec. Room. Storm was there, pacing frantically.
"By the Goddess! What has become of my earrings?"
Gambit sauntered over and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Now calm down, Chere. I'm sure we find dem."
"But they were given to me by Forge! I must find them!"
Barbie stepped up to them. "What did they look like?"
"They were of the most beautiful gold, and in the shape of lightening bolts." Storm sighed.
"Oh! Those old things! I cleaned the house yesterday and decided that a few things should be donated to Salvation Army!"
Storm literally flew at Barbie. "How DARE you!"
"Whoah, Stormy. I'm sure de petite jus' made a mistake. Maybe we can get dem back...What ELSE did you 'donate', eh Barbie?" Gambit's curiosity had gotten the better of him.
"Just ta few things here and there: some playing cards with flowers on them. . ."
"WHAT! Dose were priceless! Dey cost me $40! And even den, dat was a good deal! Are you insane?"
"Oops! Time for me to leave! Hank wanted to see me in his lab!"
Gambit and Storm stood slack-jawed at the phenomenon they had just witnessed.
"Hi Hank!"
"Hello Barbie. You may be wondering why I wanted to see you."
"Not really!"
"Ahem. . .Well, anyway, I want you to be the first to witness my greatest creation in action! Now wait here while I go retrieve a lab coat for you."
"Okay!" Barbie skipped over to the counter, which was completely clear, except for Hank's "greatest creation." "Wow! It looks really powerful! But the color clashes terribly with the decor of the lab!"
Barbie searched the cupboards and drawers, coming back to the mixture holding a small vile of pink liquid. "Oh, this should give it just the right tint! There, what a beautiful rose color!" She placed the vial back in its rightful place.
Hank re-entered the room carrying a lab coat. He handed it to Barbie and carefully picked up the now "rose-colored" mix. "Now, as I place a drop of the formula onto my fur, it accelerates the hair growth. Watch."
Hank painstakingly squeezed a drop of the chemical onto his fur. . . "Oh my stars and garters! I'm on fire! But I only added...PUT IT OUT!"
Barbie reached for the nearest beaker and moved to douse the fire that was rapidly spreading up the length on Hank's arm.
"NO! Anything but the **liquid mix of hydrocarbons!" Too late. The fluid splashed over Hank's arm and the fire grew.
Hearing the commotion (and probably smelling the burning fur), Storm rushed in, and summoned a quick rainstorm to put out Hank.
"I think..." gasped Hank, "That you best leave, Barbie.
"Okay! Bye!"
* "minen" means "mine", and "tagen" means "days" (German)
** the "liquid mix of hydrocarbons" is another way to say gasoline. thought it would soundkinda stupid to say, "NO! Anything but the gasoline!" sounds pretty obvious, huh?