Disclaimer:I do not own XME. I _do_ own Mariann,
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Author's Note:Okay, this is the third chapter, with the entrance of a familiar (or not, depending on who you are) character.
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Will everyone please report to Cerebro? The Professor's voice came through my sleep-blocked head. "Geez, who needs an alarm clock?" I grumbled, rising from my bed. "Does he do this often?" I asked Amara, glancing at the clock. 7:30! "Yes, unfortunatly." she replied, throwing me a black outfit. "Put this on. The Professor thinks you can control your power enough to be an X-Man. Or woman." I looked at it. A black bellyshirt, black tightpants, and a light blue belt with the red "X" on the buckle. When I put it on, it kinda slid down my waist on one side. I braided my hair over my shoulder and fastened it with a blue triangle clip. I slipped on my boots and checked the mirror. "I have just one thing to say about this." I called to Amara. "What's that?" "Damn!" She laughed and we ran out the door. "Oh, watch your mouth around Jean. She doesn't take kindly to cursing. "You mean Jean has-a-stick-so-far-up-her-ass-she's- starting-to-like-it Grey?" I said lightly. "I'm not really worried. See, we Southern women don't take no crap. She wants to go one-on-one with me, bring it on!" She just shook her head and led me to Cerebro.
We walked into a giant room. It was empty. I mean, there was this little platform, but that was it. Big dome. Empty. "Amara?" "Yeah?" "Remember what I said about the outfit?" "Yeah?" "Ditto." She smiled as we walked up behind the others. "Hey, Mariann!" Kurt waved. "Nice look!" Will not blush, will not blush! I said to myself. "I would perfer that you used codenames, please. Mariann, your codename is Scorch." Scorch, I thought. I like that. He went through the others. Scott, Cyclops. Kurt, Nightcrawler. Amara, Magma. Evan, Spyke. Kitty, Shadowcat. Ororo, Storm. Logan, Wolverine. Jean Grey, Jean Grey. I snorted softly to myself. "We've spotted a new mutant," said the Professor. "We want to try and bring him back." "What?" I said. "I'm aint even got used to being the new kid yet!" There was a small ripple of laughter at that. "His name is Remy LeBeau. His power is to kineticly charge things," continued the Professor, with a sharp look at me. "He's in Louisiana. Now, aside from you, Rouge, how many people have been to Louisiana?" I raised my hand. "Lived there 'till I was ten. I can show you around the entire city. And find him, if he's associated with a gang." Kitty shot me a look, and I shrugged. The Professor looked back at his screen. "It says here he has affiliated with the Theives." "The Theives. Okay.....that's gonna be a little tough." "How so?" "The Thieves have several hangouts. They have to. The Theives are all over New Orleans!" "Ah." "I have an idea, though. Take me there, and I think it'll work."
The X-Jet landed just outside of New Orleans. "Nightcrawler, teleport Scorch into the city. We will wait here." I took Kurt's three-fingered hand. "Um, Kurt, you better...." He looked at me a second, then slapped his forehead. "Oh! Ja." He turned on his hollo-watch. To tell the truth, he was kinda cute, even if it was a hollogram. We bamfed into the shadows of a building. "Perfect!" I said. "We're not that far from where we need to be." I started walking. "Vhere are ve going?" "Just follow me, elf."
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Hooble:Heh. I guess it's just a fact. I write short chapters. Gomensai! Kurt:I vill hurt you. Hooble:Vhy? Kurt:THAT'S VHY!
Author's Note:Okay, this is the third chapter, with the entrance of a familiar (or not, depending on who you are) character.
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Will everyone please report to Cerebro? The Professor's voice came through my sleep-blocked head. "Geez, who needs an alarm clock?" I grumbled, rising from my bed. "Does he do this often?" I asked Amara, glancing at the clock. 7:30! "Yes, unfortunatly." she replied, throwing me a black outfit. "Put this on. The Professor thinks you can control your power enough to be an X-Man. Or woman." I looked at it. A black bellyshirt, black tightpants, and a light blue belt with the red "X" on the buckle. When I put it on, it kinda slid down my waist on one side. I braided my hair over my shoulder and fastened it with a blue triangle clip. I slipped on my boots and checked the mirror. "I have just one thing to say about this." I called to Amara. "What's that?" "Damn!" She laughed and we ran out the door. "Oh, watch your mouth around Jean. She doesn't take kindly to cursing. "You mean Jean has-a-stick-so-far-up-her-ass-she's- starting-to-like-it Grey?" I said lightly. "I'm not really worried. See, we Southern women don't take no crap. She wants to go one-on-one with me, bring it on!" She just shook her head and led me to Cerebro.
We walked into a giant room. It was empty. I mean, there was this little platform, but that was it. Big dome. Empty. "Amara?" "Yeah?" "Remember what I said about the outfit?" "Yeah?" "Ditto." She smiled as we walked up behind the others. "Hey, Mariann!" Kurt waved. "Nice look!" Will not blush, will not blush! I said to myself. "I would perfer that you used codenames, please. Mariann, your codename is Scorch." Scorch, I thought. I like that. He went through the others. Scott, Cyclops. Kurt, Nightcrawler. Amara, Magma. Evan, Spyke. Kitty, Shadowcat. Ororo, Storm. Logan, Wolverine. Jean Grey, Jean Grey. I snorted softly to myself. "We've spotted a new mutant," said the Professor. "We want to try and bring him back." "What?" I said. "I'm aint even got used to being the new kid yet!" There was a small ripple of laughter at that. "His name is Remy LeBeau. His power is to kineticly charge things," continued the Professor, with a sharp look at me. "He's in Louisiana. Now, aside from you, Rouge, how many people have been to Louisiana?" I raised my hand. "Lived there 'till I was ten. I can show you around the entire city. And find him, if he's associated with a gang." Kitty shot me a look, and I shrugged. The Professor looked back at his screen. "It says here he has affiliated with the Theives." "The Theives. Okay.....that's gonna be a little tough." "How so?" "The Thieves have several hangouts. They have to. The Theives are all over New Orleans!" "Ah." "I have an idea, though. Take me there, and I think it'll work."
The X-Jet landed just outside of New Orleans. "Nightcrawler, teleport Scorch into the city. We will wait here." I took Kurt's three-fingered hand. "Um, Kurt, you better...." He looked at me a second, then slapped his forehead. "Oh! Ja." He turned on his hollo-watch. To tell the truth, he was kinda cute, even if it was a hollogram. We bamfed into the shadows of a building. "Perfect!" I said. "We're not that far from where we need to be." I started walking. "Vhere are ve going?" "Just follow me, elf."
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Hooble:Heh. I guess it's just a fact. I write short chapters. Gomensai! Kurt:I vill hurt you. Hooble:Vhy? Kurt:THAT'S VHY!