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Another figure walked up to the mansion, long hair flowing behind her.
"What's going on?"
"A lot."
"Specify."
"One guy is trying to take over the world, I need your help, to stop him."
"Why me? I'm a."
"Freak? Join the club, girl."
"You're one, too?"
"If you mean mutant, then yeah."
"Who are you?"
"Name's Rachael. But call me Rac. Codename: Creator. You?"
"Elizabeth. Call me Betsy. Codename Pyock. Why can't I read your mind?"
"Seriously strong mental barrier. What do you do?"
"Mind reading, mind finding, mind scanning."
"What's mind scanning?"
"Mind scanning means I scan an area, and find out how many people are in it. And you?"
"Shape shifting, control of illusions and creation, but I'm working on that one."
"Useful. I like you, kid."
"Same here."
"If you ever need me again, here's my number's 01843 839240. Now what do I do?"
"Go down the drive and talk to the weirdoes down there. They should know. Oh, you're British aren't you?" Rac was programming in the number, as she spoke.
"Yeah."
"Just to warn you, you're in America."
"What?!"
"You came here."
"I'm going to need more details."
"Ask for Professor Charles Xavier. He'll fill you in." Rac was getting bored of answering how people got there. He could sort it out himself.
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More and more mutants passed Rac, with each person she got more bored and started saying less and less. Soon all the mutants in the world had passed her, or at least the ones who hadn't already joined Apocalypse (only Helen had wanted to join Apocalypse) with abilities ranging from wings to absorbing books (that guy was weird, no two ways about it).
Down at the mansion, chaos was happening. Bobby had decided that it would be a good idea to create an ice slide from his window, and all the Newbies were sliding down the slide.
It was Bobby's turn again, but as he was sliding down, he realized that Scott had blasted the slide, to prevent more sliders. Quickly he repaired it. Once on the ground he took up his ice form, and started to chase Scott.
"Get Scott!" he yelled. Months of Danger Room practise kicked in, Bobby was the leader, what he said went. So immediately all the Newbies started to chase Scott.
Scott started running, but the Newbies were gaining on him. He tried to turn to his right, but a flurry of fireworks caused him to scratch that idea. A left turn was his next plan, but a burning figure prevented him. Over twenty pairs of feet were pounding behind him; so turning around was not an option.
Scott ran on, trying to lose his chasers. Again he headed right, but an eclipse like figure stood in his path; Roberto's smile was victorious. Another attempt to turn left was blocked by a fearsome wolf creature.
Scott was getting tired, and tried to head left, but an electric crackling figure bared his path. His attempt to turn right was blocked by a similar electric figure, female this time.
Scott was suddenly swept up in a whirlwind, which crackled and set off sparks. He landed hard on his back, and found himself surrounded by the Newbies, about twenty of them, as Jamie had slipped. Bobby was on top of him, having discarded his ice form, was shoving handfuls of snow in Scott's face.
"J.JEAN!" Scott spluttered.
"Shut him up! You know Jean will come!" Jamie yelled, ever cautious.
"And you are right!" Jean hovered over the huddle. She stretched out towards Scott and Bobby; Bobby was sent to hover about 50 metres in the air, while Scott was swept up to join Jean.
"Thanks Jean." Scott murmured.
"He'll have to change his clothes, again." Jubes giggled to Amara.
"And get warm." Amara smiled.
"I doubt that'll be a problem." Roberto whispered, ever the lady charmer.
"Good point." Sam put in.
The Newbies watched as Scott and Jean flew back to the mansion.
"Bobby, will you stop winding Scott up? Ever?" Rac's voice came, from the snow covered branches.
"Doubt it, Rac." Bobby answered, as he was lowered to the ground, not even thinking about whom he was talking to.
"Rac!" Jubes yelled
"All done at the gate?" Sam asked, as Rac dropped out of the branches.
"Yep!"
"How did you find us?"
"Scott, he was making enough noise to raise the dead!"
"Didn't sound that loud."
"Not to you. But to telepathists, he was screaming, into to megaphone."
"So that's how Jean found him."
"Yeah, that's how."
"Great!"
"How many mutants?"
"It took you so long to ask, I'm surprised your curiosity didn't kick in sooner."
"Just answer the question."
"Not counting us, and the Brotherhood, about 20."
"So, we've got about 47."
"Think it'll be enough?"
"It had better be."
"Wonder what the most common talent is?"
"Telepathy, there's 8 of them."
"How do you know?"
"I met them all, remember?"
"Good point!"
"I can't wait; we're going on a mission!"
"Finally!"
"Sorry, kids. You're staying right here!" Hank swung down from the branches, brushing snow off his fur.
"Aw, please Hank!"
"It's not fair!"
"Hey! Don't shoot the messenger!"
"You going, too?"
"Yeah, so you lot are on your honour to behave, while you're here alone."
"When you going?"
"Soon, Charles is just working out where we've got to go."
"I'm going to my room. Coming Henry?" Rac headed towards the mansion.
"Yeah!" both slipped between the trees and vanished.
"I've got to go, too. Behave, you lot!" Hank swooped off, leaving 8 dejected teenagers, scuffing their feet in the snow.
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Another figure walked up to the mansion, long hair flowing behind her.
"What's going on?"
"A lot."
"Specify."
"One guy is trying to take over the world, I need your help, to stop him."
"Why me? I'm a."
"Freak? Join the club, girl."
"You're one, too?"
"If you mean mutant, then yeah."
"Who are you?"
"Name's Rachael. But call me Rac. Codename: Creator. You?"
"Elizabeth. Call me Betsy. Codename Pyock. Why can't I read your mind?"
"Seriously strong mental barrier. What do you do?"
"Mind reading, mind finding, mind scanning."
"What's mind scanning?"
"Mind scanning means I scan an area, and find out how many people are in it. And you?"
"Shape shifting, control of illusions and creation, but I'm working on that one."
"Useful. I like you, kid."
"Same here."
"If you ever need me again, here's my number's 01843 839240. Now what do I do?"
"Go down the drive and talk to the weirdoes down there. They should know. Oh, you're British aren't you?" Rac was programming in the number, as she spoke.
"Yeah."
"Just to warn you, you're in America."
"What?!"
"You came here."
"I'm going to need more details."
"Ask for Professor Charles Xavier. He'll fill you in." Rac was getting bored of answering how people got there. He could sort it out himself.
***
More and more mutants passed Rac, with each person she got more bored and started saying less and less. Soon all the mutants in the world had passed her, or at least the ones who hadn't already joined Apocalypse (only Helen had wanted to join Apocalypse) with abilities ranging from wings to absorbing books (that guy was weird, no two ways about it).
Down at the mansion, chaos was happening. Bobby had decided that it would be a good idea to create an ice slide from his window, and all the Newbies were sliding down the slide.
It was Bobby's turn again, but as he was sliding down, he realized that Scott had blasted the slide, to prevent more sliders. Quickly he repaired it. Once on the ground he took up his ice form, and started to chase Scott.
"Get Scott!" he yelled. Months of Danger Room practise kicked in, Bobby was the leader, what he said went. So immediately all the Newbies started to chase Scott.
Scott started running, but the Newbies were gaining on him. He tried to turn to his right, but a flurry of fireworks caused him to scratch that idea. A left turn was his next plan, but a burning figure prevented him. Over twenty pairs of feet were pounding behind him; so turning around was not an option.
Scott ran on, trying to lose his chasers. Again he headed right, but an eclipse like figure stood in his path; Roberto's smile was victorious. Another attempt to turn left was blocked by a fearsome wolf creature.
Scott was getting tired, and tried to head left, but an electric crackling figure bared his path. His attempt to turn right was blocked by a similar electric figure, female this time.
Scott was suddenly swept up in a whirlwind, which crackled and set off sparks. He landed hard on his back, and found himself surrounded by the Newbies, about twenty of them, as Jamie had slipped. Bobby was on top of him, having discarded his ice form, was shoving handfuls of snow in Scott's face.
"J.JEAN!" Scott spluttered.
"Shut him up! You know Jean will come!" Jamie yelled, ever cautious.
"And you are right!" Jean hovered over the huddle. She stretched out towards Scott and Bobby; Bobby was sent to hover about 50 metres in the air, while Scott was swept up to join Jean.
"Thanks Jean." Scott murmured.
"He'll have to change his clothes, again." Jubes giggled to Amara.
"And get warm." Amara smiled.
"I doubt that'll be a problem." Roberto whispered, ever the lady charmer.
"Good point." Sam put in.
The Newbies watched as Scott and Jean flew back to the mansion.
"Bobby, will you stop winding Scott up? Ever?" Rac's voice came, from the snow covered branches.
"Doubt it, Rac." Bobby answered, as he was lowered to the ground, not even thinking about whom he was talking to.
"Rac!" Jubes yelled
"All done at the gate?" Sam asked, as Rac dropped out of the branches.
"Yep!"
"How did you find us?"
"Scott, he was making enough noise to raise the dead!"
"Didn't sound that loud."
"Not to you. But to telepathists, he was screaming, into to megaphone."
"So that's how Jean found him."
"Yeah, that's how."
"Great!"
"How many mutants?"
"It took you so long to ask, I'm surprised your curiosity didn't kick in sooner."
"Just answer the question."
"Not counting us, and the Brotherhood, about 20."
"So, we've got about 47."
"Think it'll be enough?"
"It had better be."
"Wonder what the most common talent is?"
"Telepathy, there's 8 of them."
"How do you know?"
"I met them all, remember?"
"Good point!"
"I can't wait; we're going on a mission!"
"Finally!"
"Sorry, kids. You're staying right here!" Hank swung down from the branches, brushing snow off his fur.
"Aw, please Hank!"
"It's not fair!"
"Hey! Don't shoot the messenger!"
"You going, too?"
"Yeah, so you lot are on your honour to behave, while you're here alone."
"When you going?"
"Soon, Charles is just working out where we've got to go."
"I'm going to my room. Coming Henry?" Rac headed towards the mansion.
"Yeah!" both slipped between the trees and vanished.
"I've got to go, too. Behave, you lot!" Hank swooped off, leaving 8 dejected teenagers, scuffing their feet in the snow.
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