The next day, Angela woke up early and walked to the window, watching the
sun rise. She went downstairs and looked in the fridge.
"Hey! New girl! I do the cooking around here!"
"Sorry, Fred." She wandered out to the front room, listening to the painfully noisy snores of Speed, who was still upstairs. A sudden thud behind her turned her head.
It was Toad, "Hey, Angela! Mags told me to take you around, get you some more abilities before we have another showdown."
"Showdown?" "Yeah. Why else do you think the x-geeks would be so hostile toward us? They're the one's who insist on fighting us. They always find a way to get one of us mad, so we wouldn't want you to be left defenseless now would we?"
"Guess not. Whatcha got to show me?"
"Well, we'll start off with a few of our team members first, like, Fred for example. Observe. Fred! Lift up the kitchen table for a second woncha?"
He lifted it up with one hand, while still tending the eggs in the frying pan, and set it back down.
"Avalanche! Rock the world, man!"
"If I've told you once, " he yelled, "I've told you one-thousand times, my name is Lance!" Rocks came pouring down on their heads, jarred loose from the ceiling.
Toad peered outside, "Now if I could just find Mystique."
"Looking for me?"
Angela turned around to see a blue-skinned lady standing there, tapping her foot.
"Yeah. Do a little shapeshift, 'stique."
"I despise your little nicknames, Toad." She shifted into Senator Kelly, then Bobby, then Toad, and then, finally, to herself again.
He turned to her, "Alright, little miss Copycat. Do your thing."
Obediently, she imitated her new abilities in order of acquiring.
Mystique watched her, only mildly surprised, "Not bad. Just one problem with you, child. You are too soft. We need to toughen you up. You're like a creampuff compared to everyone else I know. Do you think that in a showdown, that the other side is gonna play nice?!? No, way. You need to learn how to enjoy fighting them and revel in the powers locked inside of you. You need to be cruel and like it! Only then, can you reach your true potential."
Angela was shocked at this sudden revelation. She turned to the others to see their response, and found them nodding, agreeing with Mystique.
"Think about it Angela. No limitations held in place by meaningless guilt and compassions for those who would kill you the first chance they got."
Angela nodded slowly, the message beginning to sink in.
"Do you understand me, Angela?"
"Yeah. I think I do."
Mystique finally relented in her tirade, "Good. Now lets see if you can handle it for real. Lets go to The Institute."
"Already?" Lance blanched.
"Yes. She needs to acquire their abilities as well."
"Hey! New girl! I do the cooking around here!"
"Sorry, Fred." She wandered out to the front room, listening to the painfully noisy snores of Speed, who was still upstairs. A sudden thud behind her turned her head.
It was Toad, "Hey, Angela! Mags told me to take you around, get you some more abilities before we have another showdown."
"Showdown?" "Yeah. Why else do you think the x-geeks would be so hostile toward us? They're the one's who insist on fighting us. They always find a way to get one of us mad, so we wouldn't want you to be left defenseless now would we?"
"Guess not. Whatcha got to show me?"
"Well, we'll start off with a few of our team members first, like, Fred for example. Observe. Fred! Lift up the kitchen table for a second woncha?"
He lifted it up with one hand, while still tending the eggs in the frying pan, and set it back down.
"Avalanche! Rock the world, man!"
"If I've told you once, " he yelled, "I've told you one-thousand times, my name is Lance!" Rocks came pouring down on their heads, jarred loose from the ceiling.
Toad peered outside, "Now if I could just find Mystique."
"Looking for me?"
Angela turned around to see a blue-skinned lady standing there, tapping her foot.
"Yeah. Do a little shapeshift, 'stique."
"I despise your little nicknames, Toad." She shifted into Senator Kelly, then Bobby, then Toad, and then, finally, to herself again.
He turned to her, "Alright, little miss Copycat. Do your thing."
Obediently, she imitated her new abilities in order of acquiring.
Mystique watched her, only mildly surprised, "Not bad. Just one problem with you, child. You are too soft. We need to toughen you up. You're like a creampuff compared to everyone else I know. Do you think that in a showdown, that the other side is gonna play nice?!? No, way. You need to learn how to enjoy fighting them and revel in the powers locked inside of you. You need to be cruel and like it! Only then, can you reach your true potential."
Angela was shocked at this sudden revelation. She turned to the others to see their response, and found them nodding, agreeing with Mystique.
"Think about it Angela. No limitations held in place by meaningless guilt and compassions for those who would kill you the first chance they got."
Angela nodded slowly, the message beginning to sink in.
"Do you understand me, Angela?"
"Yeah. I think I do."
Mystique finally relented in her tirade, "Good. Now lets see if you can handle it for real. Lets go to The Institute."
"Already?" Lance blanched.
"Yes. She needs to acquire their abilities as well."