~A/N: All French translations have been winged. I take Spanish.
DON'T HURT ME! ~
"Hey what the hell are you doing running around looking like me?" spat Jubilee. The girl was wearing the worn black boots that she had been following and a long green dress that was dirty and old. She didn't speak at all but signaled for Jubilee to follow.
"What cat got your tongue you weirdo clone child?"
"Suivre?" asked the girl. There was a difference between Jubilation and the stranger: Jubilee was Asian, Japanese specifically, and this girl didn't seem to be. Also her hair was longer like Jubilee's had been when she was younger.
"Huh? What did you say, souvenir? HELLO? Can you hear me?" The girl disappeared running all out down the hall. Jubilation Lee followed skating quickly after the girl.
If Jubilee hadn't been so concentrated on following her near double then she would have noticed the scene melting away in back of her. It was like the museum was like sidewalk chalk when rain comes. But what was left was not the gray asphalt of a sidewalk but something very very different. Three story buildings towered over the still marble hall. They shadowed the sun as the wooden structures nearly met in the middle. Shops lined the bottom and venders came in like blurry old pictures flickering like a black and white TV for a few seconds before becoming real. Cats and dogs and pigs ran rampant around but Jubilation still seemed totally unaware until the street turned to cobblestone.
There was a click as the wheel hit the stones that had grown like dandelions out of the ground. There was a loud whump as she collided with the ground. Her lips split slightly and she tasted blood. Jubilee looked up shaking her head from side to side her mane of twisted black hair followed her head movements. Standing in front of her was the girl.
"Alright you.freaky identity stealer who uses words I don't know, don't move!"
"Au revoir." She said waving. Slowly she faded. Ghostly white then gone. Crowds of people in similar attire passed where the girl had been standing. Jubilee pulled herself to her feet confusedly. "What the hell is going on here?" she said but that's not what came out it was along the lines of "Que l'enfer continue-t-il ici?" She crinkled her noise and tried to figure out what just came out of her mouth. "Français frais. Je sens et A." She went to brush herself off and let out a little squeak when she realized that the clothes that had once been on the girl were now on her.
She was hustled and pushed along by random passing people. The random French words that had before bounced off of her without any meaning began to mold into English words and she was beginning to pick up bits and pieces of conversations.
"Two pieces for this? I cannot afford that!"
"Impossible I just saw her healthy and fine when did she pass on?"
But one sparked her interest. "Can you believe it? He got himself caught." It wasn't the content of the conversation but the voice that had said it. It was just the right pitch. Just the right tone. It was a deep and informal voice she heard it almost every day. "I know father. I know. It's unbelievable. My poor Pierre." The other voice was much younger and female. It had a hint of teenager to it, but was marked with intelligence. "Kat? Logan?" Asked Jubilee spinning to where the voices were coming from. Two people stood in toward the side of the street reading a sign that on a nearby building accept it didn't look like they were reading it at all, simply looking at it. "Shadowcat! Wolverine! Come on you guys whatsamatter with you got potatoes lodged in your ears?"
The two served around. They too were a bit off. Like Jubilee was feeling with hair down to her ass. Kat was shorter then usual, and her hair seemed unusually out of place. Her huge blue eyes were still the same, oceanic and wet. They revealed inner warmth that was lost in the lines of the young girl's face. She seemed to be about 16. That was wrong. Kat had gone by Kitty when she was with the X-men and at the present moment should have been in Texas where she worked for NASA's Mission Control.
The other, Wolverine, was still a hairy midget. But a long scar caressed his face and one of his eyes was cataract white and dull. His dark hair lay against his shoulders greasy and tangled and his teeth were a gross yellow.
"Ew Logan ever heard of hygiene?" asked Jubilee approaching them.
"Who is this Logan of which you speak?" asked Wolverine backing away from her, "Who are you? What do you want? Who sent you?"
"Its me Renatte. I mean Renatte. No Renatte." No matter how many times she tried the name always came out Renatte, which Jubilee knew was not her name.
"I think you are confused and new to this place." Said the girl who looked like Kat stepping forward, "I am Lachat. And this is my father Talen. Where do you come from Renatte?"
'Just go with it,' thought Jubilee 'you'll probably wake up in the MET and realize you fell asleep in front of some weird painting that Monet thinks is about death, Jono thinks is about peace and god only know what Husk thinks.' "I just flew.err.I mean came in from.Paris." She said questioningly.
"Paris? That is a long hard walk from here. You must have been to the point of death, young one." Said Lachat, brushing a slightly curly hair from her face. "If you need a place to."
"Quiet woman!" scowled Talen putting a large hand over his daughter's mouth, "we do not know where her loyalties lie, we just lost Pierre you want to loss another?" He gestured toward the sign that was secured to the building. Jubilee looked at it attempting to read it. But the words made no sense. It was as if she had lost her ability to read. But she could make out the skull and cross bones above a well-drawn picture of a huge muscular man with a square head who resembled Colossus perfectly. "What's.who.?" She asked turning to face the two, but they were long gone.
"Hey what the hell are you doing running around looking like me?" spat Jubilee. The girl was wearing the worn black boots that she had been following and a long green dress that was dirty and old. She didn't speak at all but signaled for Jubilee to follow.
"What cat got your tongue you weirdo clone child?"
"Suivre?" asked the girl. There was a difference between Jubilation and the stranger: Jubilee was Asian, Japanese specifically, and this girl didn't seem to be. Also her hair was longer like Jubilee's had been when she was younger.
"Huh? What did you say, souvenir? HELLO? Can you hear me?" The girl disappeared running all out down the hall. Jubilation Lee followed skating quickly after the girl.
If Jubilee hadn't been so concentrated on following her near double then she would have noticed the scene melting away in back of her. It was like the museum was like sidewalk chalk when rain comes. But what was left was not the gray asphalt of a sidewalk but something very very different. Three story buildings towered over the still marble hall. They shadowed the sun as the wooden structures nearly met in the middle. Shops lined the bottom and venders came in like blurry old pictures flickering like a black and white TV for a few seconds before becoming real. Cats and dogs and pigs ran rampant around but Jubilation still seemed totally unaware until the street turned to cobblestone.
There was a click as the wheel hit the stones that had grown like dandelions out of the ground. There was a loud whump as she collided with the ground. Her lips split slightly and she tasted blood. Jubilee looked up shaking her head from side to side her mane of twisted black hair followed her head movements. Standing in front of her was the girl.
"Alright you.freaky identity stealer who uses words I don't know, don't move!"
"Au revoir." She said waving. Slowly she faded. Ghostly white then gone. Crowds of people in similar attire passed where the girl had been standing. Jubilee pulled herself to her feet confusedly. "What the hell is going on here?" she said but that's not what came out it was along the lines of "Que l'enfer continue-t-il ici?" She crinkled her noise and tried to figure out what just came out of her mouth. "Français frais. Je sens et A." She went to brush herself off and let out a little squeak when she realized that the clothes that had once been on the girl were now on her.
She was hustled and pushed along by random passing people. The random French words that had before bounced off of her without any meaning began to mold into English words and she was beginning to pick up bits and pieces of conversations.
"Two pieces for this? I cannot afford that!"
"Impossible I just saw her healthy and fine when did she pass on?"
But one sparked her interest. "Can you believe it? He got himself caught." It wasn't the content of the conversation but the voice that had said it. It was just the right pitch. Just the right tone. It was a deep and informal voice she heard it almost every day. "I know father. I know. It's unbelievable. My poor Pierre." The other voice was much younger and female. It had a hint of teenager to it, but was marked with intelligence. "Kat? Logan?" Asked Jubilee spinning to where the voices were coming from. Two people stood in toward the side of the street reading a sign that on a nearby building accept it didn't look like they were reading it at all, simply looking at it. "Shadowcat! Wolverine! Come on you guys whatsamatter with you got potatoes lodged in your ears?"
The two served around. They too were a bit off. Like Jubilee was feeling with hair down to her ass. Kat was shorter then usual, and her hair seemed unusually out of place. Her huge blue eyes were still the same, oceanic and wet. They revealed inner warmth that was lost in the lines of the young girl's face. She seemed to be about 16. That was wrong. Kat had gone by Kitty when she was with the X-men and at the present moment should have been in Texas where she worked for NASA's Mission Control.
The other, Wolverine, was still a hairy midget. But a long scar caressed his face and one of his eyes was cataract white and dull. His dark hair lay against his shoulders greasy and tangled and his teeth were a gross yellow.
"Ew Logan ever heard of hygiene?" asked Jubilee approaching them.
"Who is this Logan of which you speak?" asked Wolverine backing away from her, "Who are you? What do you want? Who sent you?"
"Its me Renatte. I mean Renatte. No Renatte." No matter how many times she tried the name always came out Renatte, which Jubilee knew was not her name.
"I think you are confused and new to this place." Said the girl who looked like Kat stepping forward, "I am Lachat. And this is my father Talen. Where do you come from Renatte?"
'Just go with it,' thought Jubilee 'you'll probably wake up in the MET and realize you fell asleep in front of some weird painting that Monet thinks is about death, Jono thinks is about peace and god only know what Husk thinks.' "I just flew.err.I mean came in from.Paris." She said questioningly.
"Paris? That is a long hard walk from here. You must have been to the point of death, young one." Said Lachat, brushing a slightly curly hair from her face. "If you need a place to."
"Quiet woman!" scowled Talen putting a large hand over his daughter's mouth, "we do not know where her loyalties lie, we just lost Pierre you want to loss another?" He gestured toward the sign that was secured to the building. Jubilee looked at it attempting to read it. But the words made no sense. It was as if she had lost her ability to read. But she could make out the skull and cross bones above a well-drawn picture of a huge muscular man with a square head who resembled Colossus perfectly. "What's.who.?" She asked turning to face the two, but they were long gone.