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Storm studied the dark-haired woman they'd rescued from ATLANTIS, one of the two they'd managed to save, out of the hundred-some mutants that had been there. The other one was a red-headed girl, barely over fifteen. They were both in pretty bad shape, so malnourished the first few hours had bent precariously towards death, but the beeps on the monitors were steady now, IV's feeding them life-giving nutrients in liquid form.
The bars on the cells had been adamantine, so Kurt had had to teleport them out. Logan had frozen up in front of this one's cell, and had been silent the rest of the trip, hovering around the whole time and nearly worrying himself sick, only going to bed after Storm had promised to alert him of any change. She must be important, so Storm studied her closely.
As anoretic as she looked, Storm could tell that the woman on the table in front of her must have been a beauty, and would be again, with a little meat on her bones. She had good facial structure and lovely, long eyelashes, and her short black curls framed her face nicely. Even though she hadn't seen the sun in who-knows-how-long, her skin retained a dusky golden hue, indicating some Middle-eastern blood, probably Egyptian. About five six, her eyes would almost be on level with Logan's when she stood, and that thought gave her an instant's amusement. What was tall for a woman was considered short for a man. In her homeland, most of the people were tall and wiry. This woman was built much the same way.
The only outward signs of her mutation were her eyes, which had no iris and an enlarged pupil, as though the pupil had swallowed the iris. The effect was eeire, but the Professor said that her vision was nearly tripled, so it must have been worth it. Her muscles were structured slightly differently, to what end Storm couldn't guess, and her knees had evolved into something that worked a little bit like a ball-and-socket joint, which minimized the risk of a knee hyper-extending, though only upon close inspection was this noticeable.
The most interesting thing was that this woman was wearing dog tags exactly like Logan's, adamantine, with her first name, a serial number, and a nickname. This woman's name was Riley, she was Mutant Number 132, and her nickname was the Spider. Enhancing the military feel of the dog tags was her attire: a pair of fatigue pants, a form-fitting black t-shirt, and a pair of fingerless gloves. While she was barefoot, the red-head (whose dog tags said was Shay, a.k.a. Flash) had had on military combat boots, black ones. They both had the word ATLANTIS tattooed on their right bicep, though Riley had somehow managed to tattoo a spiderweb over her's, which actually was kind of cool.
A slight motion interrupted her careful scrutiny, and she looked up to see black eyes slowly blink open. She moved so that the woman could see her. "Good morning," she said pleasantly, with a smile.
The woman swallowed hard and then offered a half-smile. "Where's Logan?" she asked, voice low-pitched and pleasant.
Storm smiled with amusement, having expected the woman to know Logan, since he obviously knew her. "I sent him away. He was driving me crazy, pacing."
She chuckled. "Can I sit up?"
"I suppose," Storm replied slowly, and helped her up.
The woman's eyes roamed the room, taking in every detail, until they returned to Storm. "I'm Riley," she offered, holding out a hand.
Storm took it gently, afraid to crush the brittle-feeling appendage. "I'm Ororo, but everyone calls me Storm. I was one of the ones that found you."
Riley acknowledged that with a grateful nod, then saddened. "Did anyone else make it?"
"One, a girl. Her tags say her name is Shay?"
She brightened considerably, flashing startlingly white teeth in a delighted grin. "Flash!" She brought both hands together joyfully, though not in a reverental way, almost like a half clap. "Thank the heavens for that. She's only fifteen, you know. She doesn't deserve to die."
"None of them deserved to die," Storm said quietly, remembering those rows of bodies.
"But least of all the youngest ones," she said just as quietly, fixing Storm with a penetrating gaze. Then, abruptly, she changed the subject. "So, where am I?"
"Oh!" Storm was embarassed for not explaining before. "You're in New York, Westchester. Underneath the school."
Riley raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, instead asking if she could see the girl called Flash.
"She's still unconcious, and I don't think you should be walking around just yet. Maybe tomorrow," Storm said, picking up a syringe containing a mild sedative and expecting her to put up a fight.
Instead, Riley rolled up her sleeve and held out her arm. "The vein is in the middle of the second A," she said, pointing to her tattoo, apparently used to injections. "Will that help me sleep?"
She assured her that it would, and she settled down neatly, hands folded over her chest, ankles crossed, which Storm found disturbingly corpse-like, like a body in a funeral home, but the woman was soon asleep. After a moment's contemplation, she headed over to check on Flash.
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FYI, Dr Pepper and X-men did some promotional stuff for X2, including putting the characters on cans of DP. I have Cyclops, Rogue, Professor X, and one with Cyclops, Storm and Jean Grey.
As always, review!
Thanks for all the reviews! Post more! To Pendragon: I totally understand about muses not cooperating... my muse must be german, it takes so much vacation time.
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Storm studied the dark-haired woman they'd rescued from ATLANTIS, one of the two they'd managed to save, out of the hundred-some mutants that had been there. The other one was a red-headed girl, barely over fifteen. They were both in pretty bad shape, so malnourished the first few hours had bent precariously towards death, but the beeps on the monitors were steady now, IV's feeding them life-giving nutrients in liquid form.
The bars on the cells had been adamantine, so Kurt had had to teleport them out. Logan had frozen up in front of this one's cell, and had been silent the rest of the trip, hovering around the whole time and nearly worrying himself sick, only going to bed after Storm had promised to alert him of any change. She must be important, so Storm studied her closely.
As anoretic as she looked, Storm could tell that the woman on the table in front of her must have been a beauty, and would be again, with a little meat on her bones. She had good facial structure and lovely, long eyelashes, and her short black curls framed her face nicely. Even though she hadn't seen the sun in who-knows-how-long, her skin retained a dusky golden hue, indicating some Middle-eastern blood, probably Egyptian. About five six, her eyes would almost be on level with Logan's when she stood, and that thought gave her an instant's amusement. What was tall for a woman was considered short for a man. In her homeland, most of the people were tall and wiry. This woman was built much the same way.
The only outward signs of her mutation were her eyes, which had no iris and an enlarged pupil, as though the pupil had swallowed the iris. The effect was eeire, but the Professor said that her vision was nearly tripled, so it must have been worth it. Her muscles were structured slightly differently, to what end Storm couldn't guess, and her knees had evolved into something that worked a little bit like a ball-and-socket joint, which minimized the risk of a knee hyper-extending, though only upon close inspection was this noticeable.
The most interesting thing was that this woman was wearing dog tags exactly like Logan's, adamantine, with her first name, a serial number, and a nickname. This woman's name was Riley, she was Mutant Number 132, and her nickname was the Spider. Enhancing the military feel of the dog tags was her attire: a pair of fatigue pants, a form-fitting black t-shirt, and a pair of fingerless gloves. While she was barefoot, the red-head (whose dog tags said was Shay, a.k.a. Flash) had had on military combat boots, black ones. They both had the word ATLANTIS tattooed on their right bicep, though Riley had somehow managed to tattoo a spiderweb over her's, which actually was kind of cool.
A slight motion interrupted her careful scrutiny, and she looked up to see black eyes slowly blink open. She moved so that the woman could see her. "Good morning," she said pleasantly, with a smile.
The woman swallowed hard and then offered a half-smile. "Where's Logan?" she asked, voice low-pitched and pleasant.
Storm smiled with amusement, having expected the woman to know Logan, since he obviously knew her. "I sent him away. He was driving me crazy, pacing."
She chuckled. "Can I sit up?"
"I suppose," Storm replied slowly, and helped her up.
The woman's eyes roamed the room, taking in every detail, until they returned to Storm. "I'm Riley," she offered, holding out a hand.
Storm took it gently, afraid to crush the brittle-feeling appendage. "I'm Ororo, but everyone calls me Storm. I was one of the ones that found you."
Riley acknowledged that with a grateful nod, then saddened. "Did anyone else make it?"
"One, a girl. Her tags say her name is Shay?"
She brightened considerably, flashing startlingly white teeth in a delighted grin. "Flash!" She brought both hands together joyfully, though not in a reverental way, almost like a half clap. "Thank the heavens for that. She's only fifteen, you know. She doesn't deserve to die."
"None of them deserved to die," Storm said quietly, remembering those rows of bodies.
"But least of all the youngest ones," she said just as quietly, fixing Storm with a penetrating gaze. Then, abruptly, she changed the subject. "So, where am I?"
"Oh!" Storm was embarassed for not explaining before. "You're in New York, Westchester. Underneath the school."
Riley raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, instead asking if she could see the girl called Flash.
"She's still unconcious, and I don't think you should be walking around just yet. Maybe tomorrow," Storm said, picking up a syringe containing a mild sedative and expecting her to put up a fight.
Instead, Riley rolled up her sleeve and held out her arm. "The vein is in the middle of the second A," she said, pointing to her tattoo, apparently used to injections. "Will that help me sleep?"
She assured her that it would, and she settled down neatly, hands folded over her chest, ankles crossed, which Storm found disturbingly corpse-like, like a body in a funeral home, but the woman was soon asleep. After a moment's contemplation, she headed over to check on Flash.
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FYI, Dr Pepper and X-men did some promotional stuff for X2, including putting the characters on cans of DP. I have Cyclops, Rogue, Professor X, and one with Cyclops, Storm and Jean Grey.
As always, review!
