And yet another chapter for all you faithful fans out there!! ^.^
MetaChi, I actually wrote something sappy? Wiggy. Don' think I've done that before, but I agree with you! Wow. Am I really your only TMNT/Zimmy/LotR/X-Men/Paranormal/dinosaur friend? That's so cool!!! I don't know…they're very u7ndecided about this fic. Stupid muses…
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"Ow! Don't touch it there! It's still sore!"
"Voops. Sorry!" Nightcrawler pulled his hand back quickly, smiling ashamedly. Mythos flicked her fingers dismissively at him.
"It's alright, Nightcrawler," she said, carefully folding the wing back against her spine. Though it had seemed like an intolerably long time, the healing of Mythos' wing had actually not taken that long. She was young and the bones were thin; she healed fast. She was no longer confined to the bed in the infirmary room, but she still was not fully healed. Her wing moved as it did before, but could not support her weight in flight. As a result, she was having to rely entirely on her own reflexes and prior training with her more than able step-mothers, and a gift which had arrived in the mail the day she was released from the infirmary.
She was leaning on it now, as Cyclops went over the high and low points of the teamwork training sessions they had just completed. He turned to her, obviously planning to deride her on an apparent show of extreme clumsiness, tripping over her own feet on a flat stretch of ground. She snorted.
"Come off it Cyclops," she snapped, tail tip flicking behind her. "Didn't you see what happened after I went down?" Without waiting for an answer, she pantomimed dropping to her knees, pivoting on them, and swinging her staff, for a staff it was, into the center of an imaginary enemy from behind. The other X-Men drew away to avoid being impaled.
"Yeah Cyclops," piped up Shadowcat. "I saw her, and, like, that orb didn't stand a chance!" Mythos hauled herself upright on her staff and sent a grateful look Shadowcat's way. She ran a hand appreciatively down the finely polished wood of the staff.
It was called a Batik staff, and though she had passed it off to the others as an object from Australia, it was really from Irk, ZaiFae's home planet. It was an ancient weapon that the Irken had taken a liking to using, not to mention showing great skill with it. She liked it so much she even taught the skills required to use it properly to her children; birth and adopted. It was used in much the same way as a Bo staff, but the Batik was a bit more dangerous. Mythos fingers lazed up the wood and caressed the base of the blade, which protruded from the wood maybe an inch from the end of it. As she listened to Cyclops' talking, she ran one gloved finger over the razor sharp edge of the twelve-inch, slightly curving blade, going from base to point and back again, before entwining her fingers in the pair of long streamers tied at the base of the blade.
She glanced over at Nightcrawler, managing to convey a request for his company later that day in that brief moment their eyes met. He shook his head slightly and the faintest trace of a pout crossed her face before she turned back to Cyclops.
When the older boy dismissed them, Mythos jogged to catch up with Nightcrawler, ducking between Spyke and Jean as they all scattered off, to their rooms or the showers or who knows where else. She tapped him on the shoulder.
"Okay, what's going down this afternoon?" she asked, darting around in front of him and planting her staff.
"'Going down'? Vhy, nothing's 'going down,'" he said, attempting to sound convincing and failing.
"Right," she said, crossing her arms. "And I'm going to be flying to the moon tonight." She had to admit he was smart; he knew when he was caught.
"All right, me and a couple of ze others are going to see a movie zis afternoon," he said reluctantly. Her face fell.
"Oh." Until her wing was deemed fully healed, Janella was not allowed to shift back into her birth form, and as a result barred from leaving the mansion. She sighed and looked away. "Well, have a good time!" she said, forcing happiness into her voice. She whirled and was gone.
Janella paused in the front foyer, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. She had no right to be short with Kurt just because he got to go out on the town and she was stuck in the mansion. If she was snappish to him, she would have to be snappish to everyone else, and that would take too much energy, not to mention bomb any strengthening friendships she had with the other X-Men. She made a promise to herself to apologize to him next time she saw him.
She looked around and shrugging, wandered upstairs. She pushed open the door to her room and collapsed on her bed, nearly missing it. With a groan she got back up and pushed the door closed, locking it with her tail. She crossed the room and pulled closed the blinds, before turning and carefully stripping off her uniform. She began to hum mournfully as she rooted out some loose clothing and pulled it on. Then she flopped back onto her bed, carefully avoiding her bad wing. She sighed, but sat up, folding her legs underneath her and pulling a book off her bedside table. She let it fall open on her lap and began to read, absently propping a pillow behind her.
She had barely finished two pages when the sound of air being displaced and the smell of brimstone interrupted her. She looked up to see Kurt standing at the foot of her bed, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, and holding a large, brown-wrapped block in his hands.
"Um…zis came in ze mail…I offered to bring it to you before ve left," he said, holding it out. She took it and looked it over. It was from her stepmothers, ZaiFae in particular. She could tell by the harsh, angular script. As she tore it open, she glanced up at Kurt, who was still standing there.
"Ah-hey, Kurt?" she started. "I'm-ah-sorry for snapping at you today. It was totally unfair of me."
"Oh. Um, it's all right, really. You have ze right, was vith being stuck in ze mansion and all." Janella didn't answer; she was too busy staring at the book in her hands. She cracked a small smile. "Was ist das?" Kurt asked, staring at it. She chuckled.
"Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," she said with a crooked smile. She looked up. "Go see your movie, Kurt. Tell me about it when you get back, okay?" She grinned, opened her book, and was, for all practical purposes, gone. Kurt regarded her for a moment before an irritable honk from outside reminded him he was supposed to be going somewhere. He shook his head, glanced at her again, and teleported away.
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Aww, Mythos is feelin' left out. Poor kid. *Sniff* On the plus side, she gets to read OTP!! Go her! It's really, really, good, for anyone who cares.
And now, a bit of bad news. I'm going on vacation. Again. To Montana. I won't say I'm not looking forward to it, cuz I am, but I will regret the absence of the Internet, AND am not pleased with the fact that I can bring my laptop along and all, what with this bein' a school-based trip. So, look for an update around the fifteenth. That's when I get back! Later!
Disclaimer: If you still persist in the delusion that I own X-Men: Evolution or any of the other things used in this fic and you decide to sue me, you won't end up with much to show for you effort. You'll get my fly rod. That's all. Sorry! *Waves and skips off*