"I can't believe zhat's your plan." Kurt said, his eyes lowering
slightly in irritation. He was sitting at a table with his mother, Hank,
Logan, Peter Wisdom and Piotr Rasputin, Kitty, Scott, Warren, and Bobby.
"It's a perfectly good plan." Raven insisted, crossing her arms across her chest.
"All we do is wait in the woods for a royal caravan to come by, and then take over it? That's hardly a plan." Scott pointed out.
"It will all be clear after we get in the woods and wait out a bit." Raven insisted. "All we have to do is wait for one to come, and then we'll take it over. Once we have that caravan, we can use it as a disguise and ride it to the castle."
"Of course the guards won't be armed and ready for attacks." Peter muttered. Raven glared at him, grinding her teeth slightly.
"I can do worse to you then Logan can ever do." She warned him softly.
"Mutter, ve did not come here to make threats to zhose who vould help us." Kurt said softly.
"Man, that plan has way too many holes in it to possibly work." Bobby said, shaking his head.
"Actually, I think it is quite appropriate for our needs." Hank said. "Since we need to not only enter Graydon's castle, but find the other captives and find out what he plans on doing with them, taking the guise of a royal caravan would be helpful."
"But how vould ve be able to sneak you in, Herr McCoy? No offense, but I can at least hide mein demonic looks. You on zhe other hand, cannot." Kurt said. Hank smiled and shook his head almost sadly.
"Have you not figured it out yet, my fellow blue furred friend?" he asked. "I am also one of the people Graydon is looking for. All you would have to do is pretend to be soldiers who have taken me captive. This will help in two ways. One, I will also be able to get in and see what is the matter and two, it will get rid of any further doubt that you are indeed royal soldiers." Hank explained, cleaning his glasses on his arm calmly. "It's all quite logical." Cocking an eyebrow, Kurt thought it over and he shrugged a bit.
"Actually it does sound logical vhen you put et zhat vay." He admitted. Smiling, Hank got up and clapped his massive paws together.
"You see? If there are any other problems speak up, or else go and get ready. We are going as soon as possible." He said. He waited for a moment before he left with a nod to get his things ready. Logan cracked his knuckles, smirking a bit.
"It's about time we got back into the saddle and busted some heads. I was getting tired of that Wisdom prick." He said. Kitty rolled her eyes.
"You broke the poor guy's nose! He can barely breathe unless you stick a tube up his nose." She pointed out.
"Hey, I told him not to mess with me. It's his own fault if he didn't listen to reason." Logan said.
Snickering, Kurt shook his head, placing a hand over his eyes.
Two hours later found Hank, Scott, Logan, Kurt, Warren, Raven, Piotr, Kitty, and Bobby waiting in the dense trees of the forest. Warren was soaring overhead at a safe distance, while Kurt stayed perched up in the highest tree.
Logan, figuring that if they were going to try this they might as well try it right, stood on the side of the road in clear view, wearing a wide brimmed straw hat pulled over his eyes. Lifting his head a few times, he scanned down the road, waiting patiently for something or someone to show up. He tilted his head to one side as he watched a lone figure walking up, and he whistled sharply.
Everyone stayed silent and hidden as the figure came closer. Raven smiled, seeing the uniform of the royal army. Changing her voice, she took a deep breath. "Halt!" a gruff voice ordered. Instinctively, the soldier stopped. Blinking, he looked around in confusion, drawing his sword swiftly.
"Who's there?" he demanded, trying to see through the trees. He spun around when he heard some bushes rustling but he relaxed when he saw the lord whom King Graydon had sent out a few days ago.
"What are you doing out here alone, soldier? You wouldn't be planning on deserting would you?!" the lord demanded, narrowing his eyes. The soldier quailed under his gaze, sheathing his blade swiftly.
"No sir!" he said.
"Speak up, soldier! What were you doing?" the lord demanded.
"I was just patrolling this area." He said weakly.
"Why are you patrolling this area?" he asked.
"A caravan is going to be coming in an hour. I was sent a head to clear the path of rabble, sir." He explained. "Have I done something wrong?" Smiling, the lord placed an arm around his shoulders.
"Of course not, soldier. In fact, I'm relieving you of your duties as of right now." Before the soldier could ask why, Raven snapped his neck and let his body slump to the ground. Frowning slightly, she stepped back and wiped her hands on her dress as the others ran up.
"Kurt, wash my hands!" she said, holding them out. As Kurt washed them, she looked down at the body and sized it up. "Bobby could fit in this." She said.
"What?! I'm not putting that thing on! It reeks from all the way over here!" Bobby protested.
"No one else will fit in this uniform but you, Bobby." Hank said. "You have to."
"I'm not doing it! Why can't Kurt give it a try! He's skinny enough." Bobby tried. Kurt snorted, drying his mother's hands.
"I am too tall for zhat uniform." He said.
"Well you know what? Tough, I'm not putting that on? You hear me? There is no way in hell you're going to get me to wear that!"
***
"I can't believe I'm wearing this." Bobby growled, looking down at himself.
"Quit yer complaining an' put the helmet on." Logan snapped, holding it out.
"It reeks!" Bobby protested.
SNIKT!
"Give me the damned thing." Bobby sighed, holding out a hand. Slipping on the helmet, he placed his hands on his hips. "Satisfied?"
"Very. Now don't forget your lines or screw this up. We can't afford any mishaps." Logan directed.
"I got it I got it! Jeez, you act like I'm immature or something." Kurt couldn't help but burst into laughter, making Bobby's cheeks burn bright red.
"You should start walking before they get suspicious." Piotr said.
"You guys owe me so much when this is done." Bobby muttered as he walked off.
"Now when Bobby returns with the rest of the caravan, we wait until he gives the signal and then attack. Remember, we don't want to kill any of them or else we'll get blood on the uniforms." Hank said, watching after Bobby.
"Zhen vhat are ve going to do vith zhem?" Kurt asked, cocking his head to one side.
"We shall simply tie them up and dump them in a ditch after we take their uniforms. The animals shall deal with them afterwards." Hank answered simply. "Now come, we had better get to our positions before anyone sees us just standing around here."
***
When Bobby found the caravan, he pushed the visor on his helmet down over his eyes and he headed over to the one he figured was the head of the group.
"Excuse me?" he asked, trying to sound older than he was.
"What did you see up a head?" the leader asked, placing his hands on his hips.
"Uhhh." Bobby cursed softly in his mind, having forgotten his lines completely. "Um well, you see, sir."
"Speak up!"
"I saw a group of Gifted in the middle of the road?" he guessed, unable to hide the squeak in his voice.
"Gifted? What did they look like?" the leader asked, becoming more interested suddenly.
"Well, one of them was the doctor and those three thieves were also there." Bobby said, growing confident that he was doing all right for someone simply winging it. "They didn't see me so we could just sneak up on them and take them out with no problem, sir!" he said. The leader thought this over and he nodded.
"Get ready to march!" he ordered.
Bobby smiled; he had actually pulled it off!
***
"Oh my God. Bobby actually pulled it off." Scott said, raising his eyebrows as the caravan came into view. Logan nodded, releasing his claws now.
"Get ready to shoot down those two trees to block their path." He said, watching their progress. He looked up to where Warren was soaring overhead and he tilted his claws in the light to reflect it sharply. Warren did a swift barrel roll to show he had seen the message.
"This is going to be a piece of cake." Scott said with a smile.
Everyone was ready to strike, waiting for Bobby to give the signal.
Of course, Bobby screwed up.
"It's a perfectly good plan." Raven insisted, crossing her arms across her chest.
"All we do is wait in the woods for a royal caravan to come by, and then take over it? That's hardly a plan." Scott pointed out.
"It will all be clear after we get in the woods and wait out a bit." Raven insisted. "All we have to do is wait for one to come, and then we'll take it over. Once we have that caravan, we can use it as a disguise and ride it to the castle."
"Of course the guards won't be armed and ready for attacks." Peter muttered. Raven glared at him, grinding her teeth slightly.
"I can do worse to you then Logan can ever do." She warned him softly.
"Mutter, ve did not come here to make threats to zhose who vould help us." Kurt said softly.
"Man, that plan has way too many holes in it to possibly work." Bobby said, shaking his head.
"Actually, I think it is quite appropriate for our needs." Hank said. "Since we need to not only enter Graydon's castle, but find the other captives and find out what he plans on doing with them, taking the guise of a royal caravan would be helpful."
"But how vould ve be able to sneak you in, Herr McCoy? No offense, but I can at least hide mein demonic looks. You on zhe other hand, cannot." Kurt said. Hank smiled and shook his head almost sadly.
"Have you not figured it out yet, my fellow blue furred friend?" he asked. "I am also one of the people Graydon is looking for. All you would have to do is pretend to be soldiers who have taken me captive. This will help in two ways. One, I will also be able to get in and see what is the matter and two, it will get rid of any further doubt that you are indeed royal soldiers." Hank explained, cleaning his glasses on his arm calmly. "It's all quite logical." Cocking an eyebrow, Kurt thought it over and he shrugged a bit.
"Actually it does sound logical vhen you put et zhat vay." He admitted. Smiling, Hank got up and clapped his massive paws together.
"You see? If there are any other problems speak up, or else go and get ready. We are going as soon as possible." He said. He waited for a moment before he left with a nod to get his things ready. Logan cracked his knuckles, smirking a bit.
"It's about time we got back into the saddle and busted some heads. I was getting tired of that Wisdom prick." He said. Kitty rolled her eyes.
"You broke the poor guy's nose! He can barely breathe unless you stick a tube up his nose." She pointed out.
"Hey, I told him not to mess with me. It's his own fault if he didn't listen to reason." Logan said.
Snickering, Kurt shook his head, placing a hand over his eyes.
Two hours later found Hank, Scott, Logan, Kurt, Warren, Raven, Piotr, Kitty, and Bobby waiting in the dense trees of the forest. Warren was soaring overhead at a safe distance, while Kurt stayed perched up in the highest tree.
Logan, figuring that if they were going to try this they might as well try it right, stood on the side of the road in clear view, wearing a wide brimmed straw hat pulled over his eyes. Lifting his head a few times, he scanned down the road, waiting patiently for something or someone to show up. He tilted his head to one side as he watched a lone figure walking up, and he whistled sharply.
Everyone stayed silent and hidden as the figure came closer. Raven smiled, seeing the uniform of the royal army. Changing her voice, she took a deep breath. "Halt!" a gruff voice ordered. Instinctively, the soldier stopped. Blinking, he looked around in confusion, drawing his sword swiftly.
"Who's there?" he demanded, trying to see through the trees. He spun around when he heard some bushes rustling but he relaxed when he saw the lord whom King Graydon had sent out a few days ago.
"What are you doing out here alone, soldier? You wouldn't be planning on deserting would you?!" the lord demanded, narrowing his eyes. The soldier quailed under his gaze, sheathing his blade swiftly.
"No sir!" he said.
"Speak up, soldier! What were you doing?" the lord demanded.
"I was just patrolling this area." He said weakly.
"Why are you patrolling this area?" he asked.
"A caravan is going to be coming in an hour. I was sent a head to clear the path of rabble, sir." He explained. "Have I done something wrong?" Smiling, the lord placed an arm around his shoulders.
"Of course not, soldier. In fact, I'm relieving you of your duties as of right now." Before the soldier could ask why, Raven snapped his neck and let his body slump to the ground. Frowning slightly, she stepped back and wiped her hands on her dress as the others ran up.
"Kurt, wash my hands!" she said, holding them out. As Kurt washed them, she looked down at the body and sized it up. "Bobby could fit in this." She said.
"What?! I'm not putting that thing on! It reeks from all the way over here!" Bobby protested.
"No one else will fit in this uniform but you, Bobby." Hank said. "You have to."
"I'm not doing it! Why can't Kurt give it a try! He's skinny enough." Bobby tried. Kurt snorted, drying his mother's hands.
"I am too tall for zhat uniform." He said.
"Well you know what? Tough, I'm not putting that on? You hear me? There is no way in hell you're going to get me to wear that!"
***
"I can't believe I'm wearing this." Bobby growled, looking down at himself.
"Quit yer complaining an' put the helmet on." Logan snapped, holding it out.
"It reeks!" Bobby protested.
SNIKT!
"Give me the damned thing." Bobby sighed, holding out a hand. Slipping on the helmet, he placed his hands on his hips. "Satisfied?"
"Very. Now don't forget your lines or screw this up. We can't afford any mishaps." Logan directed.
"I got it I got it! Jeez, you act like I'm immature or something." Kurt couldn't help but burst into laughter, making Bobby's cheeks burn bright red.
"You should start walking before they get suspicious." Piotr said.
"You guys owe me so much when this is done." Bobby muttered as he walked off.
"Now when Bobby returns with the rest of the caravan, we wait until he gives the signal and then attack. Remember, we don't want to kill any of them or else we'll get blood on the uniforms." Hank said, watching after Bobby.
"Zhen vhat are ve going to do vith zhem?" Kurt asked, cocking his head to one side.
"We shall simply tie them up and dump them in a ditch after we take their uniforms. The animals shall deal with them afterwards." Hank answered simply. "Now come, we had better get to our positions before anyone sees us just standing around here."
***
When Bobby found the caravan, he pushed the visor on his helmet down over his eyes and he headed over to the one he figured was the head of the group.
"Excuse me?" he asked, trying to sound older than he was.
"What did you see up a head?" the leader asked, placing his hands on his hips.
"Uhhh." Bobby cursed softly in his mind, having forgotten his lines completely. "Um well, you see, sir."
"Speak up!"
"I saw a group of Gifted in the middle of the road?" he guessed, unable to hide the squeak in his voice.
"Gifted? What did they look like?" the leader asked, becoming more interested suddenly.
"Well, one of them was the doctor and those three thieves were also there." Bobby said, growing confident that he was doing all right for someone simply winging it. "They didn't see me so we could just sneak up on them and take them out with no problem, sir!" he said. The leader thought this over and he nodded.
"Get ready to march!" he ordered.
Bobby smiled; he had actually pulled it off!
***
"Oh my God. Bobby actually pulled it off." Scott said, raising his eyebrows as the caravan came into view. Logan nodded, releasing his claws now.
"Get ready to shoot down those two trees to block their path." He said, watching their progress. He looked up to where Warren was soaring overhead and he tilted his claws in the light to reflect it sharply. Warren did a swift barrel roll to show he had seen the message.
"This is going to be a piece of cake." Scott said with a smile.
Everyone was ready to strike, waiting for Bobby to give the signal.
Of course, Bobby screwed up.