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I'm sorry it took so long, guys! I've just been busy, and the restrictions from the computer, and the shrieking and the biting and the "maybe you should *talk* to some people"! I'm sorry, really I am. But, listen, here's a sorta-long chapter for you, and I *know* it's not formatted like it was before, but it's the best I can do, okay? So just...read...and laugh...and be merry, and stuff like that. ::hopeful smile::
P.S. I make my appearance in this chapter. So does Chrissy. ^_^
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Chapter Three: Enter every other damn recruit that's gonna come in and screw with X-Men: Evolution
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"So it really turns out that we have a lot in common," concluded Dumbledore, turning from the piece of equipment he had been examining.
"Hmm?[1] Oh, I'm sorry I was too busy staring at your ass to really pay attention--could you please repeat that?"
Had Dumbledore been a younger man, he would have blushed [2], but in this case he just let one of his eyes twinkle. He knew Xavier caught it-- the other old man was on the alert, since he couldn't read Dumbledore telepathically. "I've been talking for a full half-hour," he said, amused. "You haven't caught a word of it?" He paused only to wave at him dismissively. "No, nevermind, it was all nonsense anyway. You'll find that nonsense is most of what I say. Hey, I rhymed!"
Xavier, unable to think of a way to fit a swear into a sentence (under the circumstances...*Ahem*), cocked an eyebrow and smiled lightly.
"Moving on, then..." Dumbledore said, but not awkwardly. The wizard was only on *very* rare occasions awkward. "Since I have brought three children to your institute," Professor X nodded at this with a sly smile, "I have sent three children to the...erm...what was it called? Oh, yes, Brotherhood!" Xavier started. "I figured that if I was bringing some to this ritzy-" he winked at the man, who, unfortunately for him, was in no mood now to acknowledge this "-place, why not send some students to the other end of the spectrum, eh? It would only be fair."
"The damn Brotherhood is getting new members?" Xavier was so startled he could only manage a mild semi-swear.
"Why, yes. Is that a bad thing?"
He paused reflectively, then stated his opinion on the entire situation in a way he felt expressed precisely what this would mean to himself, the other adults dwelling in the same residence, and the adolescents he had taken in. "Fuck."
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"We are *not* *lost*!" Snape insisted, his (rather large) nose buried in the mounds of paper which had originally been a neatly-folded map.
"Of course we're not," Sirius backed calmly, looking nonchalant, with his arms folded across his chest, standing across the narrow dirt road.
"We're not," he repeated, almost to himself. His hair was making grease-trails across the thin paper. In a sudden movement, he pointed a finger at a spot near the center of his vision. It was a marvel he didn't puncture the map. "We're here!"
"Brilliant observation," said Sirius, just as coolly as before.
Peter, who was standing awkwardly beside his taller friend, sniggered at Snape [3]. "He's got no idea where we are," he pointed out unneccessarily to Sirius in an overly loud whisper.
Snape was too absorbed in the puzzle of which way was north from here to pay attention to them. Finally, something clicked in his brain. Sweeping his hair (which, by the way, looked like it had been washed in lard) out of his eyes, he pointed dramatically past his two companions. "That way!" he cried, with a flourish of the sleeve of his robes.
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Sure," he followed Snape in whatever-the- hell-direction-he-was-going, and Peter came behind him, giggling.
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"*Five* new recruits?!" Freddy was stunned, and, as far as he was concerned, it took a lot to stun the Blob. Mystique paced in front of the sloppy line of four mutants.
"Yes, Blob, five. Do I have to repeat myself once again?" Freddy didn't sense the anger in her voice, so he just shrugged and shook his head. Lance and Todd snickered at him. "Although technically three of them are not actually mutants, I have concluded that this team needs *all* the help it can get-"
"You can say that again," muttered Todd under his breath. Lance and Pietro, standing on either side of him, laughed as quietly as they could.
"-so we're letting all of them in. Now, the first two recruits should be arriving any minute. They're both female," here she shot the boys a glare, "so I expect you to be civil. Is that clear?!"
"Yes, ma'am!" They answered in unison, except for Fred, who was just a split-second behind. From outside there came the sound of a car pulling up in front of the building, but that was where things got a little wonky.
"Here taxi-cab-driver-person-thingiemabob!" The exclamation was muffled, but it was loud enough to be heard through the walls. Then came the sound of squealing tires, and two women voices (obviously cursing) were drowned out in the shrill sound. Then there was a "Fine, keep the change, y'asshole," from a slightly different-sounding voice than the previous one, and much giggling could be heard.
Scrape, thump, scrape, thump, scrape, thump. "Why the hell'd you pack all that stuff, anyway?" the Brotherhood heard through the door. The voices were getting closer now.
"That's the third time you've asked me that! I'm not rich, like you! I can't just not pack anything! Besides-"
"I'm not rich! Shut up!" the words were said playfully. The boys were a bit confused after all of this, but stood to attention once again when there came a knock on the door. Mystique was there in an instant, and the door was pulled open to reveal...well...not what anyone had expected, except possibly Mystique.
They were both about sixteen, from the looks of it, and the height difference was...vast. The taller girl had long, wavy brown hair, with streaks in it ("They're natural! Really, they are!"[4]), and wore sparkly maroon pants with a pink shirt, under a dark denim jacket. She looked into the dim boardinghouse with raised eyes, and a "hey, what's all this?" expression. The shorter (much, *much* shorter) girl wore shoulder-length dirty blonde [5] hair (slightly curly at the ends), and, apparently, whatever she had grabbed out of her dresser in the dark. There was a bright, hopeful smile on her face, and she had one hand on the handle of a positively *gigantic* duffel bag.[6] As the guys watched, the shorter girl shifted her attention back to her bag, and focused on backing it into the Boardinghouse. "Hello," she panted at Mystique, waving a hand distractedly.
"Hi, I'm Chrissy!" The taller girl smiled and waved excitedly at the assembled Brotherhood, and stepped inside quickly to let Mystique close the door on the bright light. She waved a hand at her shorter friend, who was busily arranging her duffel to be more accessible, "And that's Sarah!"
"Yo!" Sarah held a hand up by her shoulder, short of breath and occupied.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, girls," Mystique said sweetly, obviously putting up a front (obvious even to the newbies). At this point Sarah straightened and turned around from her work to look up at the person speaking. "We want to make you feel welcome here. These are our senior members," she gestured at the assembled boys, then went about introducing them. "Fred, also called The Blob," here Freddy waved a hand slowly, "Lance, or Avalanche," Lance gave them a look (think "Whoa, you chicks are weird, so I'm never coming near you," and you're golden), "Todd--or Toad, for obvious reasons," Todd smiled, exposing his yellow teeth. Chrissy and Sarah smiled back, friendly. "And this is Pietro."
Here is where something rather peculiar happened.
Pietro, who had at this point been *seriously* noticing Sarah's curves [7], locked eyes with said girl, and, suddenly, could not let go of that contact.
To all those outside this little private connection, there were then two people in the room looking dreamy and distant. Many tactics to get them to look away from each other were soon tried, but to no avail. Neither of them seemed to be responsive to outside stimuli, and what was worse, Sarah had left her bag to be carried upstairs by someone else! Luckily for Lance, however (of *course* Blob was too lazy to carry it upstairs, he was *only* the strongest person in the *house*), at that very moment there was another knock at the door. Mystique darted to open it again.
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End Chapter! Ain't I a stinker?
[1] Interjections don't count as sentences! Dammit! ^_^
[2] If you can't see where I'm going with this, go back to the first chapter, read my guidelines, and laugh.
[3] Whee! Alliteration! Say *that* one three times fast!
[4] Really. I'm not kidding. They are.
[5] Dirty blonde is a *shade,* oh horrible people who don't know that! Don't even think about thinking (wait, did I just say that?) about my not washing my hair!
[6] This duffel bag is bigger than *me,* I *swear.*
[7] Yeah, I'm curvy. So what? ^_^ ...what?! I'm not allowed to brag a little bit?!
All right, folks, I'm ending this chapter right here and now, 'cause I'm in no condition to write at this point. This chapter is too silly. Silliness. Dur...wait, isn't that in the title? Okay, I *swear,* I'm going to try and update *every* *day,* from now on. Really.
Review, please!
I'm sorry it took so long, guys! I've just been busy, and the restrictions from the computer, and the shrieking and the biting and the "maybe you should *talk* to some people"! I'm sorry, really I am. But, listen, here's a sorta-long chapter for you, and I *know* it's not formatted like it was before, but it's the best I can do, okay? So just...read...and laugh...and be merry, and stuff like that. ::hopeful smile::
P.S. I make my appearance in this chapter. So does Chrissy. ^_^
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Chapter Three: Enter every other damn recruit that's gonna come in and screw with X-Men: Evolution
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"So it really turns out that we have a lot in common," concluded Dumbledore, turning from the piece of equipment he had been examining.
"Hmm?[1] Oh, I'm sorry I was too busy staring at your ass to really pay attention--could you please repeat that?"
Had Dumbledore been a younger man, he would have blushed [2], but in this case he just let one of his eyes twinkle. He knew Xavier caught it-- the other old man was on the alert, since he couldn't read Dumbledore telepathically. "I've been talking for a full half-hour," he said, amused. "You haven't caught a word of it?" He paused only to wave at him dismissively. "No, nevermind, it was all nonsense anyway. You'll find that nonsense is most of what I say. Hey, I rhymed!"
Xavier, unable to think of a way to fit a swear into a sentence (under the circumstances...*Ahem*), cocked an eyebrow and smiled lightly.
"Moving on, then..." Dumbledore said, but not awkwardly. The wizard was only on *very* rare occasions awkward. "Since I have brought three children to your institute," Professor X nodded at this with a sly smile, "I have sent three children to the...erm...what was it called? Oh, yes, Brotherhood!" Xavier started. "I figured that if I was bringing some to this ritzy-" he winked at the man, who, unfortunately for him, was in no mood now to acknowledge this "-place, why not send some students to the other end of the spectrum, eh? It would only be fair."
"The damn Brotherhood is getting new members?" Xavier was so startled he could only manage a mild semi-swear.
"Why, yes. Is that a bad thing?"
He paused reflectively, then stated his opinion on the entire situation in a way he felt expressed precisely what this would mean to himself, the other adults dwelling in the same residence, and the adolescents he had taken in. "Fuck."
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"We are *not* *lost*!" Snape insisted, his (rather large) nose buried in the mounds of paper which had originally been a neatly-folded map.
"Of course we're not," Sirius backed calmly, looking nonchalant, with his arms folded across his chest, standing across the narrow dirt road.
"We're not," he repeated, almost to himself. His hair was making grease-trails across the thin paper. In a sudden movement, he pointed a finger at a spot near the center of his vision. It was a marvel he didn't puncture the map. "We're here!"
"Brilliant observation," said Sirius, just as coolly as before.
Peter, who was standing awkwardly beside his taller friend, sniggered at Snape [3]. "He's got no idea where we are," he pointed out unneccessarily to Sirius in an overly loud whisper.
Snape was too absorbed in the puzzle of which way was north from here to pay attention to them. Finally, something clicked in his brain. Sweeping his hair (which, by the way, looked like it had been washed in lard) out of his eyes, he pointed dramatically past his two companions. "That way!" he cried, with a flourish of the sleeve of his robes.
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Sure," he followed Snape in whatever-the- hell-direction-he-was-going, and Peter came behind him, giggling.
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"*Five* new recruits?!" Freddy was stunned, and, as far as he was concerned, it took a lot to stun the Blob. Mystique paced in front of the sloppy line of four mutants.
"Yes, Blob, five. Do I have to repeat myself once again?" Freddy didn't sense the anger in her voice, so he just shrugged and shook his head. Lance and Todd snickered at him. "Although technically three of them are not actually mutants, I have concluded that this team needs *all* the help it can get-"
"You can say that again," muttered Todd under his breath. Lance and Pietro, standing on either side of him, laughed as quietly as they could.
"-so we're letting all of them in. Now, the first two recruits should be arriving any minute. They're both female," here she shot the boys a glare, "so I expect you to be civil. Is that clear?!"
"Yes, ma'am!" They answered in unison, except for Fred, who was just a split-second behind. From outside there came the sound of a car pulling up in front of the building, but that was where things got a little wonky.
"Here taxi-cab-driver-person-thingiemabob!" The exclamation was muffled, but it was loud enough to be heard through the walls. Then came the sound of squealing tires, and two women voices (obviously cursing) were drowned out in the shrill sound. Then there was a "Fine, keep the change, y'asshole," from a slightly different-sounding voice than the previous one, and much giggling could be heard.
Scrape, thump, scrape, thump, scrape, thump. "Why the hell'd you pack all that stuff, anyway?" the Brotherhood heard through the door. The voices were getting closer now.
"That's the third time you've asked me that! I'm not rich, like you! I can't just not pack anything! Besides-"
"I'm not rich! Shut up!" the words were said playfully. The boys were a bit confused after all of this, but stood to attention once again when there came a knock on the door. Mystique was there in an instant, and the door was pulled open to reveal...well...not what anyone had expected, except possibly Mystique.
They were both about sixteen, from the looks of it, and the height difference was...vast. The taller girl had long, wavy brown hair, with streaks in it ("They're natural! Really, they are!"[4]), and wore sparkly maroon pants with a pink shirt, under a dark denim jacket. She looked into the dim boardinghouse with raised eyes, and a "hey, what's all this?" expression. The shorter (much, *much* shorter) girl wore shoulder-length dirty blonde [5] hair (slightly curly at the ends), and, apparently, whatever she had grabbed out of her dresser in the dark. There was a bright, hopeful smile on her face, and she had one hand on the handle of a positively *gigantic* duffel bag.[6] As the guys watched, the shorter girl shifted her attention back to her bag, and focused on backing it into the Boardinghouse. "Hello," she panted at Mystique, waving a hand distractedly.
"Hi, I'm Chrissy!" The taller girl smiled and waved excitedly at the assembled Brotherhood, and stepped inside quickly to let Mystique close the door on the bright light. She waved a hand at her shorter friend, who was busily arranging her duffel to be more accessible, "And that's Sarah!"
"Yo!" Sarah held a hand up by her shoulder, short of breath and occupied.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, girls," Mystique said sweetly, obviously putting up a front (obvious even to the newbies). At this point Sarah straightened and turned around from her work to look up at the person speaking. "We want to make you feel welcome here. These are our senior members," she gestured at the assembled boys, then went about introducing them. "Fred, also called The Blob," here Freddy waved a hand slowly, "Lance, or Avalanche," Lance gave them a look (think "Whoa, you chicks are weird, so I'm never coming near you," and you're golden), "Todd--or Toad, for obvious reasons," Todd smiled, exposing his yellow teeth. Chrissy and Sarah smiled back, friendly. "And this is Pietro."
Here is where something rather peculiar happened.
Pietro, who had at this point been *seriously* noticing Sarah's curves [7], locked eyes with said girl, and, suddenly, could not let go of that contact.
To all those outside this little private connection, there were then two people in the room looking dreamy and distant. Many tactics to get them to look away from each other were soon tried, but to no avail. Neither of them seemed to be responsive to outside stimuli, and what was worse, Sarah had left her bag to be carried upstairs by someone else! Luckily for Lance, however (of *course* Blob was too lazy to carry it upstairs, he was *only* the strongest person in the *house*), at that very moment there was another knock at the door. Mystique darted to open it again.
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End Chapter! Ain't I a stinker?
[1] Interjections don't count as sentences! Dammit! ^_^
[2] If you can't see where I'm going with this, go back to the first chapter, read my guidelines, and laugh.
[3] Whee! Alliteration! Say *that* one three times fast!
[4] Really. I'm not kidding. They are.
[5] Dirty blonde is a *shade,* oh horrible people who don't know that! Don't even think about thinking (wait, did I just say that?) about my not washing my hair!
[6] This duffel bag is bigger than *me,* I *swear.*
[7] Yeah, I'm curvy. So what? ^_^ ...what?! I'm not allowed to brag a little bit?!
All right, folks, I'm ending this chapter right here and now, 'cause I'm in no condition to write at this point. This chapter is too silly. Silliness. Dur...wait, isn't that in the title? Okay, I *swear,* I'm going to try and update *every* *day,* from now on. Really.
Review, please!