Magneto informed her warningly, "This won't be like counseling or training,
Angela. This is going to be worse than West Point Academy. Are you
prepared for this?"
Angela gulped and nodded jerkily.
Mystique inclined her head at the Brotherhood, and they exited again.
"Once again, Mystique will be your supervisor. This won't be like girl scout camp. She is going to run you until you collapse. You will be belittled, insulted, run ragged, and on your last nerve before we are through with you."
Magneto continued coolly, "You will awake promptly at 6 a.m. You will have precisely 20 minutes to be dressed and ready for your morning assignment. At 7:45, you will eat breakfast and then complete the morning's chores. Then, at 12 o'clock noon, you will have one half hour for lunch and free time."
Angela's jaw was starting to drop at these ridiculous requirements.
He seemed to be enjoying her discomfort, "You will run at least 1 hour a day, following your stretch routine. Your afternoon chores will include: scrubbing everything from toilets to dishes, cleaning the floors, and running errands for your superiors. At the moment, your superiors include everyone-including your brother."
"What?!?! This is crazy! You can't be serious!"
"It was your choice, " he reminded her, "6 p.m. is the time you will eat supper, you will be allotted one hour for whatever you choose to do. 7-9 will be your target practice and self discipline classes. Got it?"
Her eyes blazed passionately, "You can take your schedules and stuff 'em up your--"
Mystique interrupted, "He asked you if you got it? You could always choose to be exiled from our group. . ."
Angela replied through clenched teeth, "Yeah, I got it."
"Good. Your isolation begins tomorrow."
"Wait! How long does this 'isolation' last?"
Magneto sneered, "However long it takes you to straighten your pathetic life out."
With that, he left the room, leaving her and Mystique alone.
Angela leaned forward confidentially, even though there was no one else in the room, "Mystique? It's not going to be that bad is it?"
Mystique shifted into an Army Officer and promptly yelled into her face, "YOU ARE NO LONGER IN KINDERGARDEN ANYMORE, MORON! YOU WILL ADDRESS ALL SUPERIORS AS SIR OR MA'AM. YOU HAVE FOUR RESPONSES, AND FOUR RESPONSES ONLY: YES MA'AM, NO MA'AM, MA'AM I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, AND NO EXCUSE MA'AM! NOW, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Angela flinched, but bellowed back just as fiercely, "YES MA'AM!"
Mystique leaned back appreciatively, "Good. Now go to your quarters and don't come out until 6 a.m. sharp. Got it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Mystique started yelling again, "I DIDN'T HEAR YOU!"
Angela drew in a deep breath, "YES MA'AM!"
~ Well ~ she thought wryly ~ It could have been worse. . .~
Angela gulped and nodded jerkily.
Mystique inclined her head at the Brotherhood, and they exited again.
"Once again, Mystique will be your supervisor. This won't be like girl scout camp. She is going to run you until you collapse. You will be belittled, insulted, run ragged, and on your last nerve before we are through with you."
Magneto continued coolly, "You will awake promptly at 6 a.m. You will have precisely 20 minutes to be dressed and ready for your morning assignment. At 7:45, you will eat breakfast and then complete the morning's chores. Then, at 12 o'clock noon, you will have one half hour for lunch and free time."
Angela's jaw was starting to drop at these ridiculous requirements.
He seemed to be enjoying her discomfort, "You will run at least 1 hour a day, following your stretch routine. Your afternoon chores will include: scrubbing everything from toilets to dishes, cleaning the floors, and running errands for your superiors. At the moment, your superiors include everyone-including your brother."
"What?!?! This is crazy! You can't be serious!"
"It was your choice, " he reminded her, "6 p.m. is the time you will eat supper, you will be allotted one hour for whatever you choose to do. 7-9 will be your target practice and self discipline classes. Got it?"
Her eyes blazed passionately, "You can take your schedules and stuff 'em up your--"
Mystique interrupted, "He asked you if you got it? You could always choose to be exiled from our group. . ."
Angela replied through clenched teeth, "Yeah, I got it."
"Good. Your isolation begins tomorrow."
"Wait! How long does this 'isolation' last?"
Magneto sneered, "However long it takes you to straighten your pathetic life out."
With that, he left the room, leaving her and Mystique alone.
Angela leaned forward confidentially, even though there was no one else in the room, "Mystique? It's not going to be that bad is it?"
Mystique shifted into an Army Officer and promptly yelled into her face, "YOU ARE NO LONGER IN KINDERGARDEN ANYMORE, MORON! YOU WILL ADDRESS ALL SUPERIORS AS SIR OR MA'AM. YOU HAVE FOUR RESPONSES, AND FOUR RESPONSES ONLY: YES MA'AM, NO MA'AM, MA'AM I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, AND NO EXCUSE MA'AM! NOW, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Angela flinched, but bellowed back just as fiercely, "YES MA'AM!"
Mystique leaned back appreciatively, "Good. Now go to your quarters and don't come out until 6 a.m. sharp. Got it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Mystique started yelling again, "I DIDN'T HEAR YOU!"
Angela drew in a deep breath, "YES MA'AM!"
~ Well ~ she thought wryly ~ It could have been worse. . .~