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------o(O)o-----
"Salla?" Siannagh called as she entered the mansion through the large front doors.
There was no answer. It had taken her a good half hour to get back wit Remy still
following her and keeping her entertained with some of the most awful, groansome
jokes she had ever heard. "Salla, where are you?"
"Salla?" something said, and she recognised it as her own voice. At first she
dismissed it as an echo, but it was too delayed. She glanced nervously at Remy,
who shrugged. "Where are you? Salla? Salla?"
"Remy t'ink y' learnt t' project y' voice," he laughed. "Who's makin' dat noise?"
"I … I don't know," she admitted, and began to follow the sound. "It's very
strange."
They trailed the noises until they pushed a door open to find Jean and Logan sat
apart from each other in a room.
"So she decided to start a war," the voice said, and both Remy and Siannagh
looked down to see Salla wobbling at their ankles, quoting from Logan's less-than-
orthodox bedtime story. She had slept for an hour or two while Logan watched the
telly, but a particularly loud screech from someone in the mansion she had awoken.
"And spend too much on food."
"How did you do that?" she asked Logan, for she heard it as Logan's voice. Logan
shrugged, still slightly huffy with her for general reasons. "Salla, how do you do
that?"
"Scott is sooo cute," she repeated, with a cheeky giggle in Jean's voice. Jean's face
reddened deeply.
"Seems her power has shown a bit early," he said with a grim smile. "She's a
mimic. Takes after her deep old mother…One of them, at least."
"Any luck?" asked Jean, having annoyed Logan until he had told her the entire
story. "Did you find her? Who is that?"
"Some luck, not necessarily good," she started. "Yes, I found her, and this is
Remy."
Remy had his glasses on, so to all appearances he seemed a completely normal
human. Logan sniffed, a subconscious nervous habit, and silently hoping Kurt
didn't walk in, just in case.
Of course, luck is not something too common in the world of mutants. At the exact
time Logan thought this, the blue mutant bamfed merrily into the room with his
holowatch most definitely not turned on.
Remy gaped at him. Kurt didn't see the stranger at first and crouched beside his
new baby half-sister.
Siannagh noticed the surprised expression on Remy's face, and quickly turned to
Remy. "Oh, Kurt…"
"Scheisse," he muttered, and with a flicker of his watch, the pale faced young boy
appeared where the blue boy had been sat. "Scheisse, Scheisse. Sorry, Professor, I
didn't see him."
"Siannagh," chastised the Professor. His strange eyebrows were twisted low on his
forehead. "I have not told you this before, but for obvious reasons, we must be
warned in advance of visitors."
Remy was still focused on Kurt, who was shifting uncomfortably where he was
squatted. He was frowning almost as much as the Professor; he had never seen a
mutant more, well, mutated than himself.
Siannagh looked flustered, and took a seat so as not to keel over.
"Remy don' know what y' all lookin' so worried for," he said eventually, having
finally taken his shock and buried it deep down. He pushed his glasses down
slightly, revealing less than half of his black and red eyes. "I t'ink y'all frettin'
over silly t'ings. Remy's a mutant too."
"Great, even another mutant is afraid of me," Kurt mutters under his breath. No
one but Remy hears, and the stranger quickly shook his head to let Kurt know he
was not afraid without embarrassing him. Kurt stared, then stood up. "Professor,
I'll be back in a minute," he announced, and with a burst of bluish smoke he
teleported away. For a minute or two, no one spoke and Remy felt as though the
whole room was studying him intensely. Of course, they probably were.
"Remy is sorry if he offended him," he said, feeling instantly guilty. "I just never
seen a mutant like dat."
Again, no one spoke until eventually Siannagh cracked and felt she had to break
the heavy silence before it crushed her. "Everyone, this is Remy, he helped me find
Mystique."
"Remy is pleased t' meet y'," he said with a polite inclination of his head. "I can
go, if y' wan'."
"No, no," the Professor said before anyone else could says anything. "You are
most welcome here. Are you in need of a place to stay?"
Remy looked timorous and embarrassed as they focused their attention on him. He
shrugged, shook his head, then nodded immediately after. "Oui, if dat woul'n' be
too much trouble."
"Never trouble to help a mutant in need," he smiled. He had questions for
Siannagh about her encounter with Mystique, but knew it was best to ask in
private.
------o(O)o-----
The next day, Remy awoke in his room more than a bit bewildered. He was in one
of the few remaining spare rooms, his entire belongings on the desk; five packs of
playing cards, a silver pen, an unmarked envelope, a packet of half crumbled mints
and his trenchcoat. His clothes were hung up in the wardrobe, with a wallet full of
money in the pocket of his jeans that he planned to buy some new clothes with as
soon as possible.
He heard a baby wailing somewhere in the building, and grinned into his pillow as
he remembered everything that happened yesterday. One day he was staying in the
cheapest motel in town, the next he was living in a mansion full of people like him
in a room of his own. Well, that was unexpected.
He wasn't that much of a people person, so when Siannagh poked her head in to
tell him it was time for breakfast, he said he'd get some later. Besides, he didn't
want to see that Kurt person again; he felt extremely guilty for staring, and deep
pity. Suddenly the meagreness of his eye colours seemed insane to be worrying
over. Of course, it wasn't as simple as that. No matter how small the difference
from a person and the rest of the world, it is picked up on. Once, Remy had met a
girl with black hair and white eyelashes; she wasn't a mutant, yet she got beat up
after school almost every day. Eventually, the little girl had killed herself by
jumping in the enormous river that flowed near her house. It was Remy who found
the body and took it back to the parents; it was the most awful thing he had ever
had to do.
Eventually, he dressed and made his excuses before taking his wallet and starting
out for the town. Siannagh suggested going and despite his resolve to go on his
own, he agreed.
"Logan, will you look after Salla?" Siannagh had asked. Logan had scowled, but
nodded. "Thank you, bye!"
reviewed.
------o(O)o-----
"Salla?" Siannagh called as she entered the mansion through the large front doors.
There was no answer. It had taken her a good half hour to get back wit Remy still
following her and keeping her entertained with some of the most awful, groansome
jokes she had ever heard. "Salla, where are you?"
"Salla?" something said, and she recognised it as her own voice. At first she
dismissed it as an echo, but it was too delayed. She glanced nervously at Remy,
who shrugged. "Where are you? Salla? Salla?"
"Remy t'ink y' learnt t' project y' voice," he laughed. "Who's makin' dat noise?"
"I … I don't know," she admitted, and began to follow the sound. "It's very
strange."
They trailed the noises until they pushed a door open to find Jean and Logan sat
apart from each other in a room.
"So she decided to start a war," the voice said, and both Remy and Siannagh
looked down to see Salla wobbling at their ankles, quoting from Logan's less-than-
orthodox bedtime story. She had slept for an hour or two while Logan watched the
telly, but a particularly loud screech from someone in the mansion she had awoken.
"And spend too much on food."
"How did you do that?" she asked Logan, for she heard it as Logan's voice. Logan
shrugged, still slightly huffy with her for general reasons. "Salla, how do you do
that?"
"Scott is sooo cute," she repeated, with a cheeky giggle in Jean's voice. Jean's face
reddened deeply.
"Seems her power has shown a bit early," he said with a grim smile. "She's a
mimic. Takes after her deep old mother…One of them, at least."
"Any luck?" asked Jean, having annoyed Logan until he had told her the entire
story. "Did you find her? Who is that?"
"Some luck, not necessarily good," she started. "Yes, I found her, and this is
Remy."
Remy had his glasses on, so to all appearances he seemed a completely normal
human. Logan sniffed, a subconscious nervous habit, and silently hoping Kurt
didn't walk in, just in case.
Of course, luck is not something too common in the world of mutants. At the exact
time Logan thought this, the blue mutant bamfed merrily into the room with his
holowatch most definitely not turned on.
Remy gaped at him. Kurt didn't see the stranger at first and crouched beside his
new baby half-sister.
Siannagh noticed the surprised expression on Remy's face, and quickly turned to
Remy. "Oh, Kurt…"
"Scheisse," he muttered, and with a flicker of his watch, the pale faced young boy
appeared where the blue boy had been sat. "Scheisse, Scheisse. Sorry, Professor, I
didn't see him."
"Siannagh," chastised the Professor. His strange eyebrows were twisted low on his
forehead. "I have not told you this before, but for obvious reasons, we must be
warned in advance of visitors."
Remy was still focused on Kurt, who was shifting uncomfortably where he was
squatted. He was frowning almost as much as the Professor; he had never seen a
mutant more, well, mutated than himself.
Siannagh looked flustered, and took a seat so as not to keel over.
"Remy don' know what y' all lookin' so worried for," he said eventually, having
finally taken his shock and buried it deep down. He pushed his glasses down
slightly, revealing less than half of his black and red eyes. "I t'ink y'all frettin'
over silly t'ings. Remy's a mutant too."
"Great, even another mutant is afraid of me," Kurt mutters under his breath. No
one but Remy hears, and the stranger quickly shook his head to let Kurt know he
was not afraid without embarrassing him. Kurt stared, then stood up. "Professor,
I'll be back in a minute," he announced, and with a burst of bluish smoke he
teleported away. For a minute or two, no one spoke and Remy felt as though the
whole room was studying him intensely. Of course, they probably were.
"Remy is sorry if he offended him," he said, feeling instantly guilty. "I just never
seen a mutant like dat."
Again, no one spoke until eventually Siannagh cracked and felt she had to break
the heavy silence before it crushed her. "Everyone, this is Remy, he helped me find
Mystique."
"Remy is pleased t' meet y'," he said with a polite inclination of his head. "I can
go, if y' wan'."
"No, no," the Professor said before anyone else could says anything. "You are
most welcome here. Are you in need of a place to stay?"
Remy looked timorous and embarrassed as they focused their attention on him. He
shrugged, shook his head, then nodded immediately after. "Oui, if dat woul'n' be
too much trouble."
"Never trouble to help a mutant in need," he smiled. He had questions for
Siannagh about her encounter with Mystique, but knew it was best to ask in
private.
------o(O)o-----
The next day, Remy awoke in his room more than a bit bewildered. He was in one
of the few remaining spare rooms, his entire belongings on the desk; five packs of
playing cards, a silver pen, an unmarked envelope, a packet of half crumbled mints
and his trenchcoat. His clothes were hung up in the wardrobe, with a wallet full of
money in the pocket of his jeans that he planned to buy some new clothes with as
soon as possible.
He heard a baby wailing somewhere in the building, and grinned into his pillow as
he remembered everything that happened yesterday. One day he was staying in the
cheapest motel in town, the next he was living in a mansion full of people like him
in a room of his own. Well, that was unexpected.
He wasn't that much of a people person, so when Siannagh poked her head in to
tell him it was time for breakfast, he said he'd get some later. Besides, he didn't
want to see that Kurt person again; he felt extremely guilty for staring, and deep
pity. Suddenly the meagreness of his eye colours seemed insane to be worrying
over. Of course, it wasn't as simple as that. No matter how small the difference
from a person and the rest of the world, it is picked up on. Once, Remy had met a
girl with black hair and white eyelashes; she wasn't a mutant, yet she got beat up
after school almost every day. Eventually, the little girl had killed herself by
jumping in the enormous river that flowed near her house. It was Remy who found
the body and took it back to the parents; it was the most awful thing he had ever
had to do.
Eventually, he dressed and made his excuses before taking his wallet and starting
out for the town. Siannagh suggested going and despite his resolve to go on his
own, he agreed.
"Logan, will you look after Salla?" Siannagh had asked. Logan had scowled, but
nodded. "Thank you, bye!"
