Bit by bit Tora takes herself into the kitchen-sleepy and hating the mornings-Koneko bouncing behind her wanting his usual three strips of bacon. She picks up the tiger cub, scratching his head idly and approaching the kitchen. Koneko rubbed his face on her red dress, growing in pleasure, for he indeed loved mornings.
Now within the walls of the kitchen, she notes all her allies stuffing their faces, the younger ones in a bit of a hurry so as not to beat a Monday school day. Her eyes scanned, needing to have a small chat with a certain blue-boy…
"Kurt…" Tora's hand upon his bare should came as a surprise to him, a few fruit loops from his breakfast flung into the air and landed on his wifebeater, "Kurt… we must talk."
"Oh?" His chair scooted out and as he stood, flinging his tail at the fruit-loops, the sugary wheat bit falling to the ground, "What is it Tora?"
"Out here…" She wandered outside the white kitchen, her voice a bit monotone… which it never was to Kurt, so something had to be wrong.
Cautiously, he walks quietly behind Tora, letting her lead on into the hallways of the student rooms. From behind the corner, she made sure no one got too curious to why she took Kurt and disappeared, but no one seemed to care that much, so Tora was comforted.
"Kurt…" His name came out in a sigh, though she was still turned around… he expected a nasty face he'd find her to give Logan, of course, it wasn't the case: she was actually a bit confused once spun around, "Why act like so last night?"
"Oh that… oh… I thought I did something bad…" The nervous squiggling line that was his mouth had blossomed into a relieved smile… of course, Tora was still a bit more concerned.
"Well… why did you do it?"
Kurt's smile is wiped off a bit by her persistence, but it was only to come back ten-fold once he remembered why he did do it, "Oh! Remember vhen you vhanted me to prove that Logan's got a thing for you? I did it!"
"Only thing you proved to me is that you piss him off as easily as I do…" Her head falls over to one side slightly, a brow raised and her arms began to fold together.
"Think about it, Tora. He didn't really say anything until I kissed you, then he got really mad!" he practically jumps up and down saying this, praying Tora will see the situation as he did.
"Kurt, he just an idiot and get pissed off at everything… but now I know your reason behind it so… let's eat." With a smile and the toss of her hair, she flips around and dashes herself back towards the kitchen, and, even though left in the dust, Kurt shakes his head with a grin and follow at his on pace.
Sitting back down to his chair at the long table, Kurt looks up and snatches the plate of bacon from Tora, whom sat directly across from him. Tora, in turn, snatches the gravy boat from Oasis and smothers her golden biscuits in the lumpy liquid. Oasis smiles and skims her eyes at random allies of the table, swiping a strand of her long hazel hair from his dazzling yellow eyes. Her gaze first centered on the new girl Fyer, the Dragon half-Breed that, unlike Tora, could not morph from human to animal. She would always keep the same looks, in fact, Oasis would as well, her tail looping around a chair leg and her wings tucked to her backside.
Next to be watched was Kurt, happily flicking hash-brown bit's Tora's way, who purely snickered and put and arm over her face as a guard. This act, however, did not please Logan, who sat next to, and unhappily, Tora. He was subjected to the ricocheted food bits and didn't like it bit. Remy was swiftly eating and glancing at the clock uneasily, eyes darting back and forth from food to time… his problem was uncared, the eyes of Oasis Kaysa shifted to Scott. He ate across from a ranting Logan, trying not to get hit by the hash-brown bits as well.
Finally, she set her sights on Xavier, the only peaceful looking one at this whole table. Out of Scott, Tora, Kurt… and all the other X-Men and students, he was the most tranquil, as if he didn't see or hear any of the events happening around him. That man was one in a million… Oasis could safely say.
"Tora! If you don't stop flinging those damned potatoes I swear to God-"
"Oh shut up Logan…" With a sneer and a snicker, Tora leans over the table and collected a handful of hash-browns, dumping them on Logan's head, "Get sense of humor…"
"Get an English dictionary… stupid cat…" his hand scoops up most of the bits, shaking off the rest, and tossing it to Tora who simply snickered and gathered what she could to toss at Kurt. Cleaning his oiled palm with a creatively decorated cloth napkin, Logan picks up the newspaper set before him, jerking it open and soaking up the world's news.
Remy… was quite done eating, finished so much earlier than the others… which was very out-of-character for a goof-ball such as himself. No one looked as if they cared, at least, none other than Oasis, and even then she wasn't that particularly concerned. What, at last, drew attention to him was the fact to tried to escape the kitchen in a hurry, and tripped over the chair with a deafening crash.
Many stood up, a few rushed to him-Oasis for one, Tora for another.
"Oh hell, that had to hurt…" Oasis was kneeling at his side in a heartbeat, her eyes flowing from gold to a dark green.
"I… I need tah ge' aw'y from h're…" he knocked his head quite hard on the tilted floor, his dazed expression proof enough.
Xavier came rolling up to the side opposite of Oasis, giving his hand out to help Remy sit upright and run his pounding head, "What do you mean Remy…?"
"I need… tah…" the sentence ending in a painful groan, the only reason his head was up was from his hand supporting it.
Xavier checks sight with Oasis, who plainly shrugs, mouthing the words 'I don't know'. Charles reaches and arm out to assist Remy once more to his feet, but a thunderous hammering halfway across the building took all their attention away, Remy having the last few words before many of the allies dash off to see what on Earth was happening, "Oh shit…"
Kurt disappeared in a flash of indigo mist, Logan leaped right onto the table, plates clattering and food flying as he rushed to defense. Slipping on his crimson visors, Scott headed after the two already before him. The others stay back for now, but figure if it's anything nasty, they'll be needed.
"Logan!" Kurt shouts looking out one of the colossal front-windows, "your best buddy is out there, and he brought friends…"
"Oh really…" slightly shoving his way beside Kurt to peer through the glass, he first notes that exceedingly obnoxious dumbass, Sabretooth… so Kurt was right… aside now from the urge within him to kill that fucker awakened, he spotted the 'buddies', as blue-boy so bluntly put it. Pyro and that weird-o Magneto. What the hell where they doing here? No… a better query would be what the hell did the X-Men do to them for them to attack?
"Get out here, ass hole!" Creed growls, finding Logan's frowning face peeking through the towering window, "I'll bust through that window and kick your ass!"
"Right…" Logan snickers to himself and pushes Nightcrawler from the window and, though he fell to his hind, it would soon prove his intentions meant well, "Fuck you Creed!"
This was trailed by his middle finger pointing high above the other curled fingers and a wicked grin carved to his lips. Logan took a step back, arms falling straight to their sides, the blades bursting from their sleep within his skin… his eyes didn't move from the window… which the question 'why' was answered upon the next heartbeat as blond half-man shattered the glass.
"Holy hell!" Kurt struggled to crawl backwards, away from flying glass and the beast breaking in.
"No kidding…" Logan dashed backwards, his back curling over and his arms out with the blades pointing to the ceiling, "What the hell are you and your fuck-o squad doing here?"
"I didn't come for you, stupid ass…" the words were a mixture of snarls and grunts and the flow of human tongue.
"Oh that's a first… doesn't mean I'm not going to rip you a new hole, however…" the Wolverine charges at the blond beast, the silver talons pointed directly at his heart.
"Fuck off, I ain't here for your sorry ass!" Sabre drops to the floor, laying on flat on his stomach to dodge the ignorant and unplanned attacking of Logan.
"Shit! I'm out of here!" Kurt just barely blurts out the words without stuttering and makes his power reasonably useful, and disappearing from the room, only to shock everyone in the kitchen by reappearing on the dinning table, "Professor! Sabretooth is out there and he's not here to kill Logan! Oh God, and Magneto and Pyro are out there too! This sucks!"
This came as horrid news for most, but others, such as Tora, Oasis, and Fyer had no idea what trouble they'd fallen into. Obviously, for Kurt, it's nothing but a fling of shit a fan, as he freaks out and ran about frantically on the table.
"Kurt, calm down! I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle," The professor did his very best to calm Kurt, who was hanging from the ceiling chandelier and shaking his head.
"Exactly Kurt, we've been through worse…" Scott added himself in, but for a good reason.
"Yea… like a big'ol flame!" Echoes of immoral laugher ringing throughout the kitchen walls, another foe stepping into the scene and pointing his flame-finger right in Kurt's fuzzy face.
"Ack! Pyro!" Kurt disappeared from his hanging position and was found standing next to Tora, growling suddenly, as if gathering Tora's anger.
"G'dai… I'm sure you people know who I am… I'm 'ere for the head of a certain…vision-impaired freak, eh?" Extended index finger in crimson gloves points to Scott, a menacing grin curling on his face following it.
Membrane wings of jade sprout from the backside of Pyro, a tail matching the same emerald scales whipped around wildly… Pyro, a Dragon? A fire-breathing beast had he become? Surprise would soon prove them wrong, as Fyer showed herself coming to the rescue, her balled fist jabbing swiftly into the back-neck of Pyro, "Not my allies…"
"Kick his ass, Fyer!" Kurt cheers, clearly over-stimulated by the situation, jumping from one emotion to the next like bold lightning.
Fyer did just that, because her first punching came as a rapid shock, it gave her the upper-hand in the small battle. Stumbling, Pyro, once regaining balance, whips around and threatens the Dragon by pointing his flame finger in her face, not once did Fyer flinch.
"Oh… so you're a fire-freak, huh… I can deal with that…" a smile tugged at the side of her cheek, a deliciously evil smile that, though it took the Pyro by surprise, didn't seem to bother him too much.
"And what does a Dragon plan to do about it?" Not one to back down, the man call Fyer's 'bet' by slapping a smirk to his own face, ready to turn her fire-breath right back at her… hell… was he in for a shock.
Indeed, for when Fyer lifted her wings high, small flashes of energy in lightning-form zipped between them, her claw-molded hand reaching out for the face of the fire-man, and the last thing he heard was her smooth voice, "Now feel the force of energy…"
Sprung from the table and locked onto the wall with immense power, Fyer, grinning, shocked him with a thunderous element letting him fall to his fate to pass out. Fyer had many tricks up her sleeve… fire-breather, icicle-spitting, electro-shooter… a Dragon of many talents.
She offhandedly walks across the table and flutters down from it, her shadow looming over a fainted Pyro, "Don't fuck with the Dragon…"
Cheers, hoots and hollers roared in the kitchen, everyone clapping for Fyer's great ass-stomping and for her hidden abilities of electro-shock.
"Don't fuck with the Dragon eh… well don't fuck with the Saber-toothed Cat!" Besides is booming voice, Sabre was able to snatch the room's attention by slamming a bloody and fainted Logan on the table.
"When will it end!?" Oasis keeps one hand on Remy, who portrays to be knocked out for reasons soon to be known, her other hand rubbing her forehead in annoyance.
To be concluded…