~A/N: WEEEEE! Time for me to be randomly random. Anyway. I got this idea
last year when we were studying the latter part of the middle ages, then it
expanded over the summer when my camp visited a medieval castle (okay an
exact replica.) and we learned even more about medieval life. And of
course being an obsessive X-men nut I just HAD to relate it to them
somehow. Oh and as usual time lines and such are mixed-up and not all
facts from the comics remain true. Peace in the Middle East and a tub of
chicken grease~
~Stan Lee( Marvel ( X-men. I don't own it I just write about it.YAY~
Jubilee was bored. That happened a lot. She was boredity bored bored. And the museum was just getting more and more boring. She yawned loudly throwing her arm up into Paige's face. The blond mutant shot her a sour expression and pushed her hyperactive, sarcastic, and extremely irritating friends arm out of her view of the painting set before them. Jubilee smiled evilly sticking her tongue out. Paige rolled her eyes and held up one finger to signal she'd be right back to Chamber and her discussion about the painting and turned back to Jubilee.
"What is it?" muttered Paige in her soft Alabaman accent.
"How can you stare at that stupid piece of canvas?" asked Jubilation a little too loud for the Metrapolation Museum of Art's other patrons.
"Every painting tells a story," said Husk, her gentle brown eyes looking all over the room almost whimsically, "I never really got to go to museums back home."
"Lucky you. All I knows is some dead dude painted it, and weird people like you spend hours looking at 'em." Jubilee yawned stretching her arms over her head scratching underneath her black curly hair.
"Yer just like my brother," Husk shook her head in disbelief, "you an' Sam, no respect for the finer things in life."
"Oh yeah.well.nuh!" retorted Jubilee, that is if you can call sticking one's tongue out and making a noise a retort. Husk had gone back to her explosive boyfriend. Jubilee looked up at the painting they found so interesting. It was some square guy.at least she thought it was a guy she cocked her head to the side trying to make it out.
Only one other person seemed as bored as Jubilee was. Gambit AKA Remy LeBeau taught French at the Xavier institute and had been dragged to the museum as a chaperon. Jubilee watched him as he stared blankly at the wall, his mouth ajar and although a pair of jet-black sunglasses was hiding his mutant eyes it was obvious that if they were not totally closed they were at least partially shut. Jubilee slid on over to him on her roller- blade sneakers. She let snapped them back into place when passing Xavier and Vice-principal Scott Summers.
"Hey Prof L," she waved taking a seat on the bench.
"O my go' why do people t' dese damn places?" he said in the same tone Husk had used when telling Jubilee she was uncultured.
"I've been askin' myself the same question for the past hour and a half." Said Jubilee shaking her head, "these poor uninformed cultured people."
Her teacher chuckled a little his hands had been busy the whole time shuffling a deck of red backed cards. They flew between his hands as if magnetically pulled. The mix of red and black always mystified Jubilation Lee and most others at the school.
She tore her eyes away from the gently moving cards to the painting on the wall. For some random reason the painting pulled both teacher and student. It was of some woman from the renaissance. She had long brown hair and gleaming green eyes.
"I almos' t'ink it look' like Rogue," muttered Gambit, "but I got dese glass' on so ya never know."
"Yeah, I guess, kinda, 'cept this chick looks like royalty check out the poofy dress and BTW that painting is very old and Rogue ain't."
"I jus' t'outght it look' kinda like 'er dat's all." He continued to shuffle.
Jubilee looked up suddenly and saw the back of the old black boot that Jonathon was wearing disappear around the corner.
"Oops, come on we have to catch up with the others!" Jubilee jumped to her feet popping out the wheels on her shoes.
"You go ahead I' be right wit' 'chu." Said her teacher his thick Cajun accent rolled out of his mouth like a wave.
"'Kay don't get lost." She called already half way down the marble hall.
The sound of the card shuffling became quieter as she flew gently down the hall. She spun down into the hall where she had seen the boot disappear down. Nothing. The hall was empty.except of course for the weird kid that looked exactly like her.
~Stan Lee( Marvel ( X-men. I don't own it I just write about it.YAY~
Jubilee was bored. That happened a lot. She was boredity bored bored. And the museum was just getting more and more boring. She yawned loudly throwing her arm up into Paige's face. The blond mutant shot her a sour expression and pushed her hyperactive, sarcastic, and extremely irritating friends arm out of her view of the painting set before them. Jubilee smiled evilly sticking her tongue out. Paige rolled her eyes and held up one finger to signal she'd be right back to Chamber and her discussion about the painting and turned back to Jubilee.
"What is it?" muttered Paige in her soft Alabaman accent.
"How can you stare at that stupid piece of canvas?" asked Jubilation a little too loud for the Metrapolation Museum of Art's other patrons.
"Every painting tells a story," said Husk, her gentle brown eyes looking all over the room almost whimsically, "I never really got to go to museums back home."
"Lucky you. All I knows is some dead dude painted it, and weird people like you spend hours looking at 'em." Jubilee yawned stretching her arms over her head scratching underneath her black curly hair.
"Yer just like my brother," Husk shook her head in disbelief, "you an' Sam, no respect for the finer things in life."
"Oh yeah.well.nuh!" retorted Jubilee, that is if you can call sticking one's tongue out and making a noise a retort. Husk had gone back to her explosive boyfriend. Jubilee looked up at the painting they found so interesting. It was some square guy.at least she thought it was a guy she cocked her head to the side trying to make it out.
Only one other person seemed as bored as Jubilee was. Gambit AKA Remy LeBeau taught French at the Xavier institute and had been dragged to the museum as a chaperon. Jubilee watched him as he stared blankly at the wall, his mouth ajar and although a pair of jet-black sunglasses was hiding his mutant eyes it was obvious that if they were not totally closed they were at least partially shut. Jubilee slid on over to him on her roller- blade sneakers. She let snapped them back into place when passing Xavier and Vice-principal Scott Summers.
"Hey Prof L," she waved taking a seat on the bench.
"O my go' why do people t' dese damn places?" he said in the same tone Husk had used when telling Jubilee she was uncultured.
"I've been askin' myself the same question for the past hour and a half." Said Jubilee shaking her head, "these poor uninformed cultured people."
Her teacher chuckled a little his hands had been busy the whole time shuffling a deck of red backed cards. They flew between his hands as if magnetically pulled. The mix of red and black always mystified Jubilation Lee and most others at the school.
She tore her eyes away from the gently moving cards to the painting on the wall. For some random reason the painting pulled both teacher and student. It was of some woman from the renaissance. She had long brown hair and gleaming green eyes.
"I almos' t'ink it look' like Rogue," muttered Gambit, "but I got dese glass' on so ya never know."
"Yeah, I guess, kinda, 'cept this chick looks like royalty check out the poofy dress and BTW that painting is very old and Rogue ain't."
"I jus' t'outght it look' kinda like 'er dat's all." He continued to shuffle.
Jubilee looked up suddenly and saw the back of the old black boot that Jonathon was wearing disappear around the corner.
"Oops, come on we have to catch up with the others!" Jubilee jumped to her feet popping out the wheels on her shoes.
"You go ahead I' be right wit' 'chu." Said her teacher his thick Cajun accent rolled out of his mouth like a wave.
"'Kay don't get lost." She called already half way down the marble hall.
The sound of the card shuffling became quieter as she flew gently down the hall. She spun down into the hall where she had seen the boot disappear down. Nothing. The hall was empty.except of course for the weird kid that looked exactly like her.