Chapter 4
Another Day In Paradise
Part 7
Classic Tinker
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"So, like yo, where are you from? Like from America or does that even exisit, yo?" Todd's Yorker accent cut through the silence, finally and much to the relief of many present.
CM chuckled at that one. "Of course America exisits in our dimension. From what I gather, though I haven't seen, our Earths are pretty much the same. The only thing that is different, really, is the social structure. Our dimension is united into a collective but we still have our individual areas. Now onto the original question. I'm an American Indian, born and raised on a small reservation in Alabama, USA. It's one of the last Asónü tribes actually."
"Ain't indians suppose to be bronzy and have black hair, yo?" he asked with confusion lacing his voice.
"Erm...well. That's steroetyping actually. But most indians do have bronze skin and very dark hair. I'm an execption. Call it a westernized domination in my genes. I retain the lovely, " she winks towards the group as she pats her right cheek. "features that abound in the indian species but thats about it. Where in the world I grabbed these blonde locks and pale skin is anyone's guess. Both my parents where pure-bred Asónü. The Shaman thought I was an albino when I was born. The powers that be love enigmas I guess."
John smiled tilting his head close to Remy's ear. "Mailman, ya think there mate?"
Remy only shrugged, there was no way in hell he'd voice his opinion outloud at the moment. Pietro would most assuradly pick that time to listen in on their conversation and make it more of a point to let everyone know what they were talking about. He had a gut feeling he didnt want this particular femme upset with him. It didn't take a genius to know that she'd probably hand feed him his own tongue once she ripped it out from his throat. *Not a pleasent t'ought.*
She heard every word he said. It took all the Sergeant had not to jump off her chair and straddle that arrogant Austrailian jerk. How many times had she cried herself to sleep as a child because of people like him in her tribe? How she tried to ignore the whispers and snickers from her schoolmates and their parents. She wasn't ashamed that she looked different but sometimes she wished she was same color as her parents. Would of made things a whole hell of a lot easier growing up. But no matter, she shrugged it off as she shifted slightly in her seat.
Xavier knew that last question caused her some discomfort and had a feeling he knew why. To be different wasn't easy; he knew. Of course they all did. To be different from the norm was always cause for fear, speculation, and most times riddicule. It was at this point he decided to speak up.
"Would you like to ask any questions yourself Ms. Moon? It would only be fair to learn something about us as we have about you."
She could of kissed him at that point and sent a brilliant smile towards the older man. She sure as hell didn't feel like answering any more question like the last one any time soon. "What exactly is this place? I mean this a boarding school or something? All these kids around ya know." she asked, directing the question to the Professor himself.
"Yes and no. This is a school for mutants. Here we teach young mutants to control their emerging powers, reponsibility of these powers, and how to function in the ever changing world we live in. Recently its become more of a haven for my students as well as our guests."
"Oh...I kinda get it. Its sort of like Psychological Operations in a way. They take in the psyces and teach them to hone their talents?"
"I suppose in a way your comparison is close enough." He replied giving her a slight crocked smile.
"Well...I guess the next thing I would like to know is what's going on thats got obvious rivals coming together?" She ask but by the looks she was getting from most of the kids infront of her, plus the darkened expressions of the adults made her regret the question.
"Perhaps that question can be answered later," the Professor answered, breaking the tense silence.
"Sure...I didnt mean to bring up anything so delicate." She added quickly. "Maybe it'd be best to start the questions up again. It'd keep me from saying something stupid."
"Too late for that," came a cocky laugh from near the back of the group.
"Pietro! Shutup you loudmouthed jackass!" a southern drawl growled from the couch before the tone switched turning back to the center. "So...yall look abit to young to be joining that army you talking 'bout, aint ya?"
A look of pure distress crossed the blonde's features. She deperatly searched for Henry's face among the crowd and once she held his gaze, silently pleaded for help on this question. With a vidable sigh of relief she started to answer. "That's gonna have to be answered in two parts. Apparently our looks can be decieving here. See I joined up to do my part in the war fresh outta high school. There was no waiting for me or most the others in the Pack.....I was seventeen. I spent two years and some odd months in the war before we eneded up getting shot through that wormhole to this place.....and this is where it gets weird, or atleast more so. Dr. McCoy...will you help me explain please?"
The large man known as Beast, Dr McCoy, had been leaning against the wall in the back of the room during the entire exchange removed himself and strode to stand beside CM. He returned her smile and then faced the group. "Yes, as Ms. Moon said this is where it not only gets 'weird' but facinating! Leona, Katlyn, Moulay, Tagawa, Charlemange, and Brandon have regressed in age somewhere along their travels through the wormhole to our dimension. From what I understand from my studies as well as from reading other's work, the wormhole is close kin to a blackhole. Though blackholes suck everything into them, the wormhole is believed to have the same general makeup and idea behind them. It is believed that once something enteres a wormhole, taken from a theory study of wormholes in close relation to blackholes, it is propelled forward through an energy stream at approximatly five times the speed of light bending the object into the very fabric of space itself. Now many are in agreement that along this stream the object is subject to various chemical and molecular changes; changing, in effect, the object itself. Though one can only speculate at these changes but there again many believe that if living matter was subjected the effects of a wormhole it is possible that a regression of sorts would take place changing not only the appearance of the matter but the molecular makeup as well. I believe that is what happened to the crew of the Tears. When they were projected through the wormhole their living matter was regressed making them not only appear more youthful but also, in fact, be younger. A true marvel in itself....a veritable fountain of youth via dimensional convergance! I would like to conduct more tests and compare if with the data they carry on their ships logs, but I will discuss that with Lt. Leona."
The look of confusion was wide spread throughout the room but apparently they got the main idea of it. She, as well as the crew, were all younger than what they truely were in their own dimension. But that still left the question unanswered, in a way. So Rogue once again took it upon herself to ask again.
"Okay. So how old are you in our time then, sugar? Well all yall..."
"Ah well. From what Dr. McCoy told us.....Charlie, Moose, and myself all regressed two years leaving us 16, 17, and 17 respectively. As for Tagawa, Brandon, and Leona they have regressed three years leaving them 18, 19, and 21. Kind of freak us all out a bit, course Moose doesn't mind one bit, but personally I think it bites." Her laughter filled the small area around her a moment before she continued. "Two years away from being legal and BAM a wormhole sets me back at go. Bum deal if you ask me."
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Though most of the adults, including Xavier, had decided to excuse themselves the children wanted to talk more with the Sergeant. Also the three others, Chalie, Moose, and Tag had joined them so there were more questions that both sides wanted answered; so this one instance the Professor decided that curfew could be wavered to let them get to know each other. Atleast this way the tension, suspicion, and worry would be quelled even if only slightly.
On his way to his study, he noted Warren lounging on one of the overstuffed chairs. He smiled briefly and called for Logan.
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~~~~~~~We that took forever! I'm beginning to think ff.net didnt want anyone to upload anything there for awhile. It shut me out for about two or three days then wouldnt let me upload anything. *shrugs*
Anyhoo here is the last part of Chapter 4. *hears cheers* Yes I know...finally. ;D
It more than likely sucks big time but oh well. It's what I wrote.
See you next chapter!!~~~~~~~~
***********By now if you don't know this is an AU....there is something very wrong with you! =P************
Another Day In Paradise
Part 7
Classic Tinker
___________________________________________
"So, like yo, where are you from? Like from America or does that even exisit, yo?" Todd's Yorker accent cut through the silence, finally and much to the relief of many present.
CM chuckled at that one. "Of course America exisits in our dimension. From what I gather, though I haven't seen, our Earths are pretty much the same. The only thing that is different, really, is the social structure. Our dimension is united into a collective but we still have our individual areas. Now onto the original question. I'm an American Indian, born and raised on a small reservation in Alabama, USA. It's one of the last Asónü tribes actually."
"Ain't indians suppose to be bronzy and have black hair, yo?" he asked with confusion lacing his voice.
"Erm...well. That's steroetyping actually. But most indians do have bronze skin and very dark hair. I'm an execption. Call it a westernized domination in my genes. I retain the lovely, " she winks towards the group as she pats her right cheek. "features that abound in the indian species but thats about it. Where in the world I grabbed these blonde locks and pale skin is anyone's guess. Both my parents where pure-bred Asónü. The Shaman thought I was an albino when I was born. The powers that be love enigmas I guess."
John smiled tilting his head close to Remy's ear. "Mailman, ya think there mate?"
Remy only shrugged, there was no way in hell he'd voice his opinion outloud at the moment. Pietro would most assuradly pick that time to listen in on their conversation and make it more of a point to let everyone know what they were talking about. He had a gut feeling he didnt want this particular femme upset with him. It didn't take a genius to know that she'd probably hand feed him his own tongue once she ripped it out from his throat. *Not a pleasent t'ought.*
She heard every word he said. It took all the Sergeant had not to jump off her chair and straddle that arrogant Austrailian jerk. How many times had she cried herself to sleep as a child because of people like him in her tribe? How she tried to ignore the whispers and snickers from her schoolmates and their parents. She wasn't ashamed that she looked different but sometimes she wished she was same color as her parents. Would of made things a whole hell of a lot easier growing up. But no matter, she shrugged it off as she shifted slightly in her seat.
Xavier knew that last question caused her some discomfort and had a feeling he knew why. To be different wasn't easy; he knew. Of course they all did. To be different from the norm was always cause for fear, speculation, and most times riddicule. It was at this point he decided to speak up.
"Would you like to ask any questions yourself Ms. Moon? It would only be fair to learn something about us as we have about you."
She could of kissed him at that point and sent a brilliant smile towards the older man. She sure as hell didn't feel like answering any more question like the last one any time soon. "What exactly is this place? I mean this a boarding school or something? All these kids around ya know." she asked, directing the question to the Professor himself.
"Yes and no. This is a school for mutants. Here we teach young mutants to control their emerging powers, reponsibility of these powers, and how to function in the ever changing world we live in. Recently its become more of a haven for my students as well as our guests."
"Oh...I kinda get it. Its sort of like Psychological Operations in a way. They take in the psyces and teach them to hone their talents?"
"I suppose in a way your comparison is close enough." He replied giving her a slight crocked smile.
"Well...I guess the next thing I would like to know is what's going on thats got obvious rivals coming together?" She ask but by the looks she was getting from most of the kids infront of her, plus the darkened expressions of the adults made her regret the question.
"Perhaps that question can be answered later," the Professor answered, breaking the tense silence.
"Sure...I didnt mean to bring up anything so delicate." She added quickly. "Maybe it'd be best to start the questions up again. It'd keep me from saying something stupid."
"Too late for that," came a cocky laugh from near the back of the group.
"Pietro! Shutup you loudmouthed jackass!" a southern drawl growled from the couch before the tone switched turning back to the center. "So...yall look abit to young to be joining that army you talking 'bout, aint ya?"
A look of pure distress crossed the blonde's features. She deperatly searched for Henry's face among the crowd and once she held his gaze, silently pleaded for help on this question. With a vidable sigh of relief she started to answer. "That's gonna have to be answered in two parts. Apparently our looks can be decieving here. See I joined up to do my part in the war fresh outta high school. There was no waiting for me or most the others in the Pack.....I was seventeen. I spent two years and some odd months in the war before we eneded up getting shot through that wormhole to this place.....and this is where it gets weird, or atleast more so. Dr. McCoy...will you help me explain please?"
The large man known as Beast, Dr McCoy, had been leaning against the wall in the back of the room during the entire exchange removed himself and strode to stand beside CM. He returned her smile and then faced the group. "Yes, as Ms. Moon said this is where it not only gets 'weird' but facinating! Leona, Katlyn, Moulay, Tagawa, Charlemange, and Brandon have regressed in age somewhere along their travels through the wormhole to our dimension. From what I understand from my studies as well as from reading other's work, the wormhole is close kin to a blackhole. Though blackholes suck everything into them, the wormhole is believed to have the same general makeup and idea behind them. It is believed that once something enteres a wormhole, taken from a theory study of wormholes in close relation to blackholes, it is propelled forward through an energy stream at approximatly five times the speed of light bending the object into the very fabric of space itself. Now many are in agreement that along this stream the object is subject to various chemical and molecular changes; changing, in effect, the object itself. Though one can only speculate at these changes but there again many believe that if living matter was subjected the effects of a wormhole it is possible that a regression of sorts would take place changing not only the appearance of the matter but the molecular makeup as well. I believe that is what happened to the crew of the Tears. When they were projected through the wormhole their living matter was regressed making them not only appear more youthful but also, in fact, be younger. A true marvel in itself....a veritable fountain of youth via dimensional convergance! I would like to conduct more tests and compare if with the data they carry on their ships logs, but I will discuss that with Lt. Leona."
The look of confusion was wide spread throughout the room but apparently they got the main idea of it. She, as well as the crew, were all younger than what they truely were in their own dimension. But that still left the question unanswered, in a way. So Rogue once again took it upon herself to ask again.
"Okay. So how old are you in our time then, sugar? Well all yall..."
"Ah well. From what Dr. McCoy told us.....Charlie, Moose, and myself all regressed two years leaving us 16, 17, and 17 respectively. As for Tagawa, Brandon, and Leona they have regressed three years leaving them 18, 19, and 21. Kind of freak us all out a bit, course Moose doesn't mind one bit, but personally I think it bites." Her laughter filled the small area around her a moment before she continued. "Two years away from being legal and BAM a wormhole sets me back at go. Bum deal if you ask me."
________________________________________________________________________
Though most of the adults, including Xavier, had decided to excuse themselves the children wanted to talk more with the Sergeant. Also the three others, Chalie, Moose, and Tag had joined them so there were more questions that both sides wanted answered; so this one instance the Professor decided that curfew could be wavered to let them get to know each other. Atleast this way the tension, suspicion, and worry would be quelled even if only slightly.
On his way to his study, he noted Warren lounging on one of the overstuffed chairs. He smiled briefly and called for Logan.
_________________________________________________________________________
~~~~~~~We that took forever! I'm beginning to think ff.net didnt want anyone to upload anything there for awhile. It shut me out for about two or three days then wouldnt let me upload anything. *shrugs*
Anyhoo here is the last part of Chapter 4. *hears cheers* Yes I know...finally. ;D
It more than likely sucks big time but oh well. It's what I wrote.
See you next chapter!!~~~~~~~~
***********By now if you don't know this is an AU....there is something very wrong with you! =P************