I'm starting to get bored, so we're going to speed time up a little bit. I'm not missing a chapter or anything, so don't worry.
"So here's the situation," I had begun breifing my team. We'd been training for weeks and it was about to have to pay off. "There's a rogue group of mutants terrorizing people at night. We need to find them and stop them."
"Gotcha boss." Leatta cracked her knuckles ominously.
"Stop, not kill Leatta." I said. She shrugged.
"All the same to me." she replied.
"Kill anyone of them and you'll be up on murder." I warned.
"Okay you two. Enough of the morals. We know not to kill anybody." August said. She came all the way from Montreal and had real fun teasing the rest of us about being American.
"I believe it is most advisable to make our way to our destination." Klara said. Her powers were anything she could understand how to work, and that meant just about everything.
June edged her way towards the door giving us the idea. PLATO* unlatched our respective uniform cases except Marie's because she was still moping, and we were on our way.
*A/N: X-Factor is operating from a place called the Works. PLATO stands for Peizo Logistic Analytic Tactical Operator. The Works is a sibling of the one in Ventura California. (for more info see Marvel's Force Works)
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"This is nasty!" Skywalker** said. She was complaining like usual. She even had a kind of nasal voice, augmented by the fact that she was plugging her nose.
**A/N: Forgive George Lucas, for we have again been blasphemous and soiled your great trilogy...
"Shut up." Vengance voiced what we all wanted to say. Skywalker glared but was quiet anyway.
"Well, I would say that we don't have this at home, but contrary to popular belief, we have running water in Toronto." Spirit said. She'd been poking fun at Mockingbird for not knowing what the capital of Canada was.
"It's the only Candian city I know!" She exclaimed in a rare burst of normal English.
"Want to know what the capital is?" Spirit asked.
"I'll never tell!" Mimic quoted. She got her point across.
"That's right. Only I may know. And Tom." Spirit said. It was true that I did know. That was about all I knew though.
"What is it?" Mockingbird finally broke down.
"Ottawa." She replied as a we descended a ladder in our own fashions. I lowered myself with TK, Mimic copied me, Skywalker bounced down using a form of martial arts, Mockingbird stuck to the wall, Spirit lowered herself on the wings she'd absorbed from a dying Fay and Vengance plain jumped.
We heard a cry from bellow and I decided to drop a little faster. Vengance had landed directly on top of a young boy. He was maybe twelve. Electricity crackled around him, which was no problem for Vengance who absorbed anything that was thrown at her anyway.
"Get off!" He cried thrashing.
"Why? I like it here. Now tell me why you've been messing with all those people up there." She ordered. He kept silent and so she pulled his chin back putting his neck at an odd angle, but not breaking it. He cried out and then shut up.
"Vengance let go!" I ordered. She did so grudgingly. The boy dusted himself off.
"You're gonna really wish you hadn'ta done that." His accent was thick Bronx and he ran off down the tunnel.
Neep! Okay, I know I said it would get better, but I must of lied at some point.
"So here's the situation," I had begun breifing my team. We'd been training for weeks and it was about to have to pay off. "There's a rogue group of mutants terrorizing people at night. We need to find them and stop them."
"Gotcha boss." Leatta cracked her knuckles ominously.
"Stop, not kill Leatta." I said. She shrugged.
"All the same to me." she replied.
"Kill anyone of them and you'll be up on murder." I warned.
"Okay you two. Enough of the morals. We know not to kill anybody." August said. She came all the way from Montreal and had real fun teasing the rest of us about being American.
"I believe it is most advisable to make our way to our destination." Klara said. Her powers were anything she could understand how to work, and that meant just about everything.
June edged her way towards the door giving us the idea. PLATO* unlatched our respective uniform cases except Marie's because she was still moping, and we were on our way.
*A/N: X-Factor is operating from a place called the Works. PLATO stands for Peizo Logistic Analytic Tactical Operator. The Works is a sibling of the one in Ventura California. (for more info see Marvel's Force Works)
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"This is nasty!" Skywalker** said. She was complaining like usual. She even had a kind of nasal voice, augmented by the fact that she was plugging her nose.
**A/N: Forgive George Lucas, for we have again been blasphemous and soiled your great trilogy...
"Shut up." Vengance voiced what we all wanted to say. Skywalker glared but was quiet anyway.
"Well, I would say that we don't have this at home, but contrary to popular belief, we have running water in Toronto." Spirit said. She'd been poking fun at Mockingbird for not knowing what the capital of Canada was.
"It's the only Candian city I know!" She exclaimed in a rare burst of normal English.
"Want to know what the capital is?" Spirit asked.
"I'll never tell!" Mimic quoted. She got her point across.
"That's right. Only I may know. And Tom." Spirit said. It was true that I did know. That was about all I knew though.
"What is it?" Mockingbird finally broke down.
"Ottawa." She replied as a we descended a ladder in our own fashions. I lowered myself with TK, Mimic copied me, Skywalker bounced down using a form of martial arts, Mockingbird stuck to the wall, Spirit lowered herself on the wings she'd absorbed from a dying Fay and Vengance plain jumped.
We heard a cry from bellow and I decided to drop a little faster. Vengance had landed directly on top of a young boy. He was maybe twelve. Electricity crackled around him, which was no problem for Vengance who absorbed anything that was thrown at her anyway.
"Get off!" He cried thrashing.
"Why? I like it here. Now tell me why you've been messing with all those people up there." She ordered. He kept silent and so she pulled his chin back putting his neck at an odd angle, but not breaking it. He cried out and then shut up.
"Vengance let go!" I ordered. She did so grudgingly. The boy dusted himself off.
"You're gonna really wish you hadn'ta done that." His accent was thick Bronx and he ran off down the tunnel.
Neep! Okay, I know I said it would get better, but I must of lied at some point.