"Suffice to say, it is one of the word the knights of Ni cannot hear!" But…he said it. Right there. O.O Anyway:
MetaChi: If you know what kind they are, why don't you tell me? *Winks* Noo! I won't share! Never! *Hugs figure tight* They need a Zim marathon. *Nods sagely*
Look people! This chapter's longer!! And a mission is started!! Woot!
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It was one of those summer days that made you want to lock yourself inside with a freezer full of ice cream, a million DVDs, and an A/C going on full blast. It was hot and humid, and a low bank of heavy clouds seemed to trap the air and suffocate all breezes. So that's what most of the students were doing: lounging in the rec room, watching Reign of Fire. Only Janella wasn't there. She was…she was…well, no one was exactly sure where she was, but it was too hot to care. In fact, a moment later, she walked in; laptop tucked unsurprisingly under one arm.
"Hey, Reign of Fire! I love this-" she started.
"Shh," Kitty said. "It's, like, way too hot!" Janella shrugged, and, crossing her legs underneath her, sat on the floor next to one of the couches. She opened her laptop on her lap, but set it to one side, watching the movie. There were a few moments of relative silence.
"You know, those dragons are so inaccurate," Janella remarked. "They're not even dragons! They're wyverns!!" Kurt, who was the only one close enough to hear her softly muttered comment, turned and quirked an eyebrow.
"Was are you talking about?" he asked, quietly so as not to disturb the others.
Janella gestured. "People always think that any creature with wings that breathes fire is a dragon, but that just isn't true," she said, also keeping her voice low but filling it with intensity. "A true dragon has four limbs, two forward and two back, and a pair of wings, which can, depending on breed and origin, can either be modified ribs or a third pair of limbs. A wyvern, however, only has two pairs. One pair remained hind legs, for standing and walking, and the other pair is what evolved into wings." The girl crossed her arms with a snort. "Other than that one gross inaccuracy, it's truly a good movie, and I love the way it's animated!" Kurt shook his head.
"I can't believe you know zat," he said, sitting back and watching the movie again. Janella shrugged and continued to watch also. A moment later, the rec room doors blew open and a chill breeze blew through the room, refreshing the people inside.
"Do that again, Auntie O," Evan said with a sigh, without looking up. Ororo stepped into the room, and the young X-Men looked up and saw se was in her uniform. Immediately, Scott was on his feet, followed by the other five older X-Men. The younger ones deliberately looked away. If it was a mission, they were unlikely to be allowed to come. They were right. Ororo gestured to the six older ones.
"Come, guys," she said. "The Professor needs to see you." They nodded and, one-by-one, filed out of the room. Ororo turned to go to, but stopped and glanced at Janella, almost as an afterthought. "Janella," she said. "You come too." Janella looked up incredulously.
"Really?" she asked. Ororo nodded, and by the time she was halfway through a gesture for her to get up, the girl was out the door and sprinting to catch up with the others. The older woman shook her head, smiling ruefully. She had only looked in on Janella's training in particular a few times, and only trained with her once, but from what the Professor and Logan said, she seemed a natural at what the X-Men did: protect the peace. She also knew that, in her short time here, the girl had yet to pick a codename. She hoped she had thought of one, she would need it now. The Weather Witch realized the younger X-Men were already out of sight, and hurried to catch up.
When she caught up with the others in the garage, they were all suited up. Janella's uniform was a metallic silver on the standard black, and resembled Kurt's, except that where he had a red 'V' across the chest, she had an inverted triangle. Her boots and gloves, which resembled something out of the medieval era, were also silver, and her belt was the standard red and black. Professor X was also there, and the X-Men gathered around him.
"One of the candidates for the upcoming election is passing through Bayville today," he said without preamble. "He's going to make an appearance at the mall, and supposedly give a short speech. I'd like all of you there as crowd control. I fear Mystique or Magneto may attempt something there." They nodded, and at his gesture, moved to board the plane. "Wait," he called, and as one they stopped. He looked at Janella. "You, if I remember right, have yet to get a codename. Have you managed to think of one yet?" Janella cocked her head to one side and pressed her fingers to her temples as if trying to draw out an elusive memory.
"I had one," she murmured. She snapped her fingers suddenly and looked up, a smile lighting her face. "Mythos," she stated. "I am Mythos!"
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I have a grave announcement to make: I bet you people all though Janella was an OC, yes? Well, she's not. She's an SI, I just didn't realize it. I swear! Anyway, Mythos-me is wittier, more physically able, a mutant (duh), and a bit less of a smart aleck, though she is just as obsessive and as heavily into the paranormal. She also tends to be a little less reserved. Thank you for your attention.
Disclaimer: You people don't know this by now? For shame, for shame! *Shakes finger* Just for the record, I own very little…mostly Janella.
Random fact: There is a Sharpie marker tattoo of a wyvern hugging my calf right now. *Pets it* Good wyvern!! ((Guess who's been watching 'Reign of Fire' a lot lately?? And I don't own it, either!! Though I do own the DVD…))