Hey all!
I've posted more! Let timley updates be my middle names from now on. You have to tell me what you think of this. I need your reactions, not just your opinions. Take notes on your reactions, I want full reports! That being said, I own nothing. (What a transition huh?)
Vagabond- Thanks! I've got a feeling you're only the first of many to demand quick updates.
Chaos- Wow, do you really like Wednesdays, or did I make you want to read more? I'll update as fast as I can
Lady MR- Sorry girl. I think I'll use your suggestion in this one though, I dunno. Yeah, It was definitly an evil mood enhancer. After that I started plotting to take over the teacher's lounge at school. I hope I live up to your expectations.
ishandahalf- I'll do more Rogue/Remy when the time comes! Beside update more that's my number one request, and I CAN'T DO IT YET! Be paitent please. (AN: I do have almost unprovoked flirting happening though. Does that count?)
Suakata- Wow, finally someone as violent as me. I can't let Rogue get into a cat fight, but she will definitly be decking someone before the fic is over. *evil grin* trust me.
Starlightz6- I felt like I owed it to you. You've all been such good readers, I couldn't leave ya hangin'. Beside, I did all that thinking for a plausible excuse, spammit I'm gonna use it.
Beth- Well, your first question will be answered in due time. As to the second, They either want to hook the two up, make Rogue admitt she's still human, or just embarrass the bejeesus out of her. It really is none of their buisness, but then I'd have to think of something else to write here, and beside these people are the X-men. A rumor gets around the institute before the truth has woken up.
xgirlrogue- Glad it was clearer to you. I felt better about it too. I can't work in any sort of mushiness yet, but I can update in a timely manner.
Side note: If jean is think what another person thought (confusing, I know), It will be in '' and not []. It just looks cleaner.
***
Jean:"Thank you Bobby. Rogue, I won't tell the proffesor about that if you promise to be quiet while I tell everyone what you and Remy did on Wednesday.
"I was sitting at the kitchen table, with every picture of the Seneca falls convention I could find spread out in front of me. I had Lucretia Mott, Susan B. Anthony, and anyone else I could think of. I was doing a history project. Remy was sitting playing solitaire across from me, and periodically looking up to flirt with me if I din't seem to busy. Rogue was in the study, Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir-ing her way through her french homework."
Remy started laughing himself sick, and all the french students, minus Rogue started to translate in their heads. Rogue can sense an insult, even an unintended one, in any language. Her thoughts were mostly 'Do I really want to rot in prison for just killing every one in this room right now?'
"Ah was readin' _Of Human Bondage_ for english class; an' you have no idea what you jus said, do you?"
"No, but it can't be too bad."
"Says a woman who fell asleep in the livin' room aftah watchin' five minutes of Moulin Rouge."
"Okay, fine. But why did you have to bum french help from Dr. McCoy?
"In the book Philip goes t' Paris, an' some of it was in french. Ah would not be Voulez-vous coucher avec moi-ing through any situation in mah life."
[Wench] (AN: not what she really said, but an apt translation.)
"I heard that Rogue. Anyway, Rogue was reading _Of Human Bondage_ and apparently needed the french phrases translated, because she came into the kitchen asking where Dr. McCoy was at the moment. I didn't know. This of course led to the question of why did she need him."
[Considrin' what she was supposedly sayin' in de study, I doan want dat question answered.]
"REMY!"
He looked up, and I realised I'd slipped, _again_. Now everyone was watching him, thinking along the lines of 'What did he do?' Except Sam. He was thinking 'Hail Mary fulla grace, hallowed be thy name. . .'
"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
It was Remy's turn to scowl, and Sam calmly traded seats with Roberto. Roberto didn't seem to want to go quietly though. He tried to stop Sam, the two got tangled up, and fell into Bobby, who tipped over, with the other two boy still on top of him into Rogue's lap. I don't know who was more surprised. I do know the guys were almost immediatly thinking of how to get out of the country with a new name and identity quickly. The rest of the auditiorium was in a stunned silence for about twelve seconds. The sniggering started at the far end of the war room, and progressed to about two people away from Rogue on all sides. This did not help ease the boy's fears.
[Okay, I just have to get to Canada. I'll be a lumberjack!] Bobby was the only one who could joke while having his head buried underneath Sam and Roberto.
[Oh crap. Rogue's gonna kill me. Ah am so dead. If she don't kill me Ah'll die a' humiliation.] Sam was mildly freaking out, but considering where his face was, it was understandable.
[Ow. Ow. Ow.] Roberto was concentrating on seeing how much he hurt.
[Ah will not kill the boys. Ah will not commit homicide. Sam you bettah move ya head _now_. Ah will not kill anyone.]
"Okay, um, anyway. . . Rogue was in the kitchen explaining to us that she needed Dr. McCoy to translate something for her."
Everyone in the room started to quiet down. Kurt helped Sam, Bobby and Roberto into seats _far_ away from Rogue. Sam was bright red. Roberto was trying to make himself invisible, and Bobby was laughing.
"Like I said, now that you've quieted down, Rogue was telling us she needed translations for her homework. Up until then I guess Remy had no idea she took french, and I guess she blames me for the fact that he knows now. I of course asked her if maybe someone else could help her with her french homework, and she immediatly yelled, mentally, for me to shut up. I looked up at her, since I had turned my attention back to my project after she'd walked in. Rogue was looking at me like she couldn't decide whether she should bother telling me off verbally.
"Remy, however, didn't seem to pick up on this. He stood up, and walked over to her. To say that he when he stopped walking he was in Rogue's aura space is an understatment. He was almost on top of her. The thing is, she didn't back up until he'd grabbed her hand and kissed it. She blushed, and I was expecting to have to pick up his teeth and skull. She however simply said, 'Don't' do that again' and went to the study, where he translated her homework, book, song lyrics, or whatever."
I was being thrown death glares. Rogue was wishing for a long and painful apocalypse, just so she would have the satisfaction of watching all her tormentors, and especially a few of us, suffer painful and unnessisarily complicated deaths before the world ended.
Remy was still mad about my slip, but he was begining to believe what we were telling him. He started to think of times that Rogue had maybe acted out of our character for her, and dismissing them by remembering her being cruel to him, or yelling at him, or hitting him with whatever she got her hands on first.
[We have a lot of work to do if those two are going to hook up.] This time Kitty was directing her thoughts toward me. I nodded, and stepped back intot he audience, telepathically announcing that Amara would be doing Tursday's inconsistency.
***
Voule-vou cocher etc. means I want you to sleep with me this evening, according to systranbox.co. I tried for more mushiness, I tried for more detail. Too bad I only have one telepathto work with. *sigh* Oh well, I guess I'll have to try harder next time.
Btw: Lady MR, If I had a pay roll you'd be on it. Make suggestions at will.
REVIEW! Please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
I've posted more! Let timley updates be my middle names from now on. You have to tell me what you think of this. I need your reactions, not just your opinions. Take notes on your reactions, I want full reports! That being said, I own nothing. (What a transition huh?)
Vagabond- Thanks! I've got a feeling you're only the first of many to demand quick updates.
Chaos- Wow, do you really like Wednesdays, or did I make you want to read more? I'll update as fast as I can
Lady MR- Sorry girl. I think I'll use your suggestion in this one though, I dunno. Yeah, It was definitly an evil mood enhancer. After that I started plotting to take over the teacher's lounge at school. I hope I live up to your expectations.
ishandahalf- I'll do more Rogue/Remy when the time comes! Beside update more that's my number one request, and I CAN'T DO IT YET! Be paitent please. (AN: I do have almost unprovoked flirting happening though. Does that count?)
Suakata- Wow, finally someone as violent as me. I can't let Rogue get into a cat fight, but she will definitly be decking someone before the fic is over. *evil grin* trust me.
Starlightz6- I felt like I owed it to you. You've all been such good readers, I couldn't leave ya hangin'. Beside, I did all that thinking for a plausible excuse, spammit I'm gonna use it.
Beth- Well, your first question will be answered in due time. As to the second, They either want to hook the two up, make Rogue admitt she's still human, or just embarrass the bejeesus out of her. It really is none of their buisness, but then I'd have to think of something else to write here, and beside these people are the X-men. A rumor gets around the institute before the truth has woken up.
xgirlrogue- Glad it was clearer to you. I felt better about it too. I can't work in any sort of mushiness yet, but I can update in a timely manner.
Side note: If jean is think what another person thought (confusing, I know), It will be in '' and not []. It just looks cleaner.
***
Jean:"Thank you Bobby. Rogue, I won't tell the proffesor about that if you promise to be quiet while I tell everyone what you and Remy did on Wednesday.
"I was sitting at the kitchen table, with every picture of the Seneca falls convention I could find spread out in front of me. I had Lucretia Mott, Susan B. Anthony, and anyone else I could think of. I was doing a history project. Remy was sitting playing solitaire across from me, and periodically looking up to flirt with me if I din't seem to busy. Rogue was in the study, Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir-ing her way through her french homework."
Remy started laughing himself sick, and all the french students, minus Rogue started to translate in their heads. Rogue can sense an insult, even an unintended one, in any language. Her thoughts were mostly 'Do I really want to rot in prison for just killing every one in this room right now?'
"Ah was readin' _Of Human Bondage_ for english class; an' you have no idea what you jus said, do you?"
"No, but it can't be too bad."
"Says a woman who fell asleep in the livin' room aftah watchin' five minutes of Moulin Rouge."
"Okay, fine. But why did you have to bum french help from Dr. McCoy?
"In the book Philip goes t' Paris, an' some of it was in french. Ah would not be Voulez-vous coucher avec moi-ing through any situation in mah life."
[Wench] (AN: not what she really said, but an apt translation.)
"I heard that Rogue. Anyway, Rogue was reading _Of Human Bondage_ and apparently needed the french phrases translated, because she came into the kitchen asking where Dr. McCoy was at the moment. I didn't know. This of course led to the question of why did she need him."
[Considrin' what she was supposedly sayin' in de study, I doan want dat question answered.]
"REMY!"
He looked up, and I realised I'd slipped, _again_. Now everyone was watching him, thinking along the lines of 'What did he do?' Except Sam. He was thinking 'Hail Mary fulla grace, hallowed be thy name. . .'
"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
It was Remy's turn to scowl, and Sam calmly traded seats with Roberto. Roberto didn't seem to want to go quietly though. He tried to stop Sam, the two got tangled up, and fell into Bobby, who tipped over, with the other two boy still on top of him into Rogue's lap. I don't know who was more surprised. I do know the guys were almost immediatly thinking of how to get out of the country with a new name and identity quickly. The rest of the auditiorium was in a stunned silence for about twelve seconds. The sniggering started at the far end of the war room, and progressed to about two people away from Rogue on all sides. This did not help ease the boy's fears.
[Okay, I just have to get to Canada. I'll be a lumberjack!] Bobby was the only one who could joke while having his head buried underneath Sam and Roberto.
[Oh crap. Rogue's gonna kill me. Ah am so dead. If she don't kill me Ah'll die a' humiliation.] Sam was mildly freaking out, but considering where his face was, it was understandable.
[Ow. Ow. Ow.] Roberto was concentrating on seeing how much he hurt.
[Ah will not kill the boys. Ah will not commit homicide. Sam you bettah move ya head _now_. Ah will not kill anyone.]
"Okay, um, anyway. . . Rogue was in the kitchen explaining to us that she needed Dr. McCoy to translate something for her."
Everyone in the room started to quiet down. Kurt helped Sam, Bobby and Roberto into seats _far_ away from Rogue. Sam was bright red. Roberto was trying to make himself invisible, and Bobby was laughing.
"Like I said, now that you've quieted down, Rogue was telling us she needed translations for her homework. Up until then I guess Remy had no idea she took french, and I guess she blames me for the fact that he knows now. I of course asked her if maybe someone else could help her with her french homework, and she immediatly yelled, mentally, for me to shut up. I looked up at her, since I had turned my attention back to my project after she'd walked in. Rogue was looking at me like she couldn't decide whether she should bother telling me off verbally.
"Remy, however, didn't seem to pick up on this. He stood up, and walked over to her. To say that he when he stopped walking he was in Rogue's aura space is an understatment. He was almost on top of her. The thing is, she didn't back up until he'd grabbed her hand and kissed it. She blushed, and I was expecting to have to pick up his teeth and skull. She however simply said, 'Don't' do that again' and went to the study, where he translated her homework, book, song lyrics, or whatever."
I was being thrown death glares. Rogue was wishing for a long and painful apocalypse, just so she would have the satisfaction of watching all her tormentors, and especially a few of us, suffer painful and unnessisarily complicated deaths before the world ended.
Remy was still mad about my slip, but he was begining to believe what we were telling him. He started to think of times that Rogue had maybe acted out of our character for her, and dismissing them by remembering her being cruel to him, or yelling at him, or hitting him with whatever she got her hands on first.
[We have a lot of work to do if those two are going to hook up.] This time Kitty was directing her thoughts toward me. I nodded, and stepped back intot he audience, telepathically announcing that Amara would be doing Tursday's inconsistency.
***
Voule-vou cocher etc. means I want you to sleep with me this evening, according to systranbox.co. I tried for more mushiness, I tried for more detail. Too bad I only have one telepathto work with. *sigh* Oh well, I guess I'll have to try harder next time.
Btw: Lady MR, If I had a pay roll you'd be on it. Make suggestions at will.
REVIEW! Please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith