I've decided to take a little time here to blab to y'all out there.
Deal with it; cause if I don't blab, the story isn't written.
Joy.
Anyway, I've loved the X-men since before I can remember. I think it started with some obscure TV show that was based strictly on the comic books. I'm not quite sure, but I do have a vague recollection of thinking that Rouge's name was pronounced like the color for a while.
From there, I've read ever X-men comic I could get my hands on (not very many, sadly), and I currently own two chapter books and a Jubes-oriented little kid comic book. Not to mention the fact that I've seen both movies more than once, cutting off the circulation of anyone I happen to be hanging onto every time Nightcrawler appears.
No matter which story I read, Kurt is still my fav. Gambit's a close second, and (surprisingly) Pietro has recently gained my special interest.
Anyway, my point is that through all this obsessive fandom, I have formulated just two questions.
1) Why is Kurt named after a worm?
2) Is it just me, or does everyone get Rouge's powers wrong? Doesn't she have flight and super-strength? Or am I just imagining things again?
Any help answering these questions would be appreciated!
Oh, and I do not own X-men.
~**~Daybreak-chan~**~
Building Families
It took Kurt a total of one year, three months, and twenty-one days to figure out everything about DPS, as Die Passenden Stücke was nicknamed. The reason for his confusion mostly stemmed from the fact that no one stayed in place very long, the adults (Älteste, Ghost called them) drifted in and out of town without any strict schedule.
They didn't like the kids, anyway. Unfortunately, the only occupants that fell into that category were Angel, Fever, Ghost, and himself. This left him with two people to satisfy his immense curiosity.
The two mutants willing to communicate quickly got tired of the younger boy.
But after a long time of poking and prodding for answers, Kurt Wagner emerged victorious with the complete, intact history of his new home.
It began when a group of first generation mutants, on the run from normally peaceful townsfolk, found refuge in the abandoned village. A decision to set up 'camp' in the ruins led to taking in stray mutants, and that was that.
Eventually one of the 'normal' looking men gained enough control over his powers to take a little trip to a nearby town. He never came back, and was currently working at a ship port where he smuggled every wayward mutant he could find to the village.
Apparently, Fever had been brought along on a trip as the prized pet of a wealthy, cruel, man from Britain. According to him, he had been no older than Kurt had when this happened.
Angel had been a stowaway, and the man took pity on her even though no one knew whether she was actually a mutant. Ghost said that she had gotten lost and ended up on the boat accidentally when her orphanage burned down. She had been very young then, barely four.
Ironically, she was a year older than the elf, instead of the estimated year younger he had thought her to be when they met.
It took the longest to get Ghost to talk, but she eventually admitted that her power was the ability to see events that took place in a person's life in increments of 365 days. In other words, she could see what happened any number of years ago today in a person's life.
Then she told him that her father had beat her and left her to die in the woods. Kurt was beginning to understand why so many of the DPS were cynical.
So Kurt accepted his new life, and settled down to grow up, swearing a secret oath that he would show his new family how to have a bit of fun along the way.
**~**
And grow he did. By the time he was ten he had gained a foot and a half, rivaling Fever in height. At twelve he was five-foot and slowing down. Thankfully, considering the difficulty in getting clothes that fit an elf who managed to grow seemingly overnight.
It was then that he found himself lying in a tree that grew precariously from the edge of a cliff and overlooked a small human village. The people surried back and forth in a mindless pattern. So much like ants, Kut thought. They all seemed so busy all the time. What could they be doing that was so important?
...
Kurt looked down, only mildly surprised to find the thirteen-year-old girl leaning on the tree. He smiled, knowing well that Marie liked to hang around people only when they were being quiet. Usually he was avoided like the plauge, being one of the most hyperactive mutants on the face of the planet. Or at least in Germany. It was a gift.
"Hey, Marie." The older girl glared at him. "They're strange, aren't they."
"Wha...?" Marie looked up, surprised. Kurt ignored the fact that she had nearly said an entire word.
"All bottled up in their own little world, so convinced that they're right about everything," he reached up to the place a gold cross had once hung, "all that 'love thy neighbor' stuff. So devoted. Then something unexpected shows up, and all that gets thrown out the window."
"They're scared."
This time he did look down at her. "That has to be the most I've ever heard you say. You feeling all right, meine Freundin?"
"Ah'm fine."
"Did I know you had a southern-American accent? Or could speak German at all, for that matter?"
"Doubt it."
"Ah."
The silence hung for a few more seconds before the blue mutant spoke again. "I suppose, when it comes to us, they're scared. People do funny things when they're frightened."
"Lihke burning down their own home?" Kurt turned red under his fur.
"It was a bit extreme, but it seemed reasonable at the time...."
"It always does."
Kurt flipped gracefully on the tree branch, hanging upside down from his tail to examine the girl closely. "You're pretty cool, for a girl."
She smiled at the younger mutant, a rare treat. "An' you're not half bahd for an annoying preteen."
"I'll take that as a complement"
They stared at eachother for a whole minute. Then they broke down laughing. Kurt laughed hard enough that he forgot he was holding onto the tree with just his tail and landed gracelessly on his head, sending Marie the Angel to the verge of hysterics.
When it finally stopped, Kurt smiled mistivously and pounced, tickling her with all for limbs and his tail.
The all-out tickle war lasted until dawn, and by then they solomly declared themselves honerary siblings.
It was the first time either of the had been ernestly happy since they had joined their new family.
Deal with it; cause if I don't blab, the story isn't written.
Joy.
Anyway, I've loved the X-men since before I can remember. I think it started with some obscure TV show that was based strictly on the comic books. I'm not quite sure, but I do have a vague recollection of thinking that Rouge's name was pronounced like the color for a while.
From there, I've read ever X-men comic I could get my hands on (not very many, sadly), and I currently own two chapter books and a Jubes-oriented little kid comic book. Not to mention the fact that I've seen both movies more than once, cutting off the circulation of anyone I happen to be hanging onto every time Nightcrawler appears.
No matter which story I read, Kurt is still my fav. Gambit's a close second, and (surprisingly) Pietro has recently gained my special interest.
Anyway, my point is that through all this obsessive fandom, I have formulated just two questions.
1) Why is Kurt named after a worm?
2) Is it just me, or does everyone get Rouge's powers wrong? Doesn't she have flight and super-strength? Or am I just imagining things again?
Any help answering these questions would be appreciated!
Oh, and I do not own X-men.
~**~Daybreak-chan~**~
Building Families
It took Kurt a total of one year, three months, and twenty-one days to figure out everything about DPS, as Die Passenden Stücke was nicknamed. The reason for his confusion mostly stemmed from the fact that no one stayed in place very long, the adults (Älteste, Ghost called them) drifted in and out of town without any strict schedule.
They didn't like the kids, anyway. Unfortunately, the only occupants that fell into that category were Angel, Fever, Ghost, and himself. This left him with two people to satisfy his immense curiosity.
The two mutants willing to communicate quickly got tired of the younger boy.
But after a long time of poking and prodding for answers, Kurt Wagner emerged victorious with the complete, intact history of his new home.
It began when a group of first generation mutants, on the run from normally peaceful townsfolk, found refuge in the abandoned village. A decision to set up 'camp' in the ruins led to taking in stray mutants, and that was that.
Eventually one of the 'normal' looking men gained enough control over his powers to take a little trip to a nearby town. He never came back, and was currently working at a ship port where he smuggled every wayward mutant he could find to the village.
Apparently, Fever had been brought along on a trip as the prized pet of a wealthy, cruel, man from Britain. According to him, he had been no older than Kurt had when this happened.
Angel had been a stowaway, and the man took pity on her even though no one knew whether she was actually a mutant. Ghost said that she had gotten lost and ended up on the boat accidentally when her orphanage burned down. She had been very young then, barely four.
Ironically, she was a year older than the elf, instead of the estimated year younger he had thought her to be when they met.
It took the longest to get Ghost to talk, but she eventually admitted that her power was the ability to see events that took place in a person's life in increments of 365 days. In other words, she could see what happened any number of years ago today in a person's life.
Then she told him that her father had beat her and left her to die in the woods. Kurt was beginning to understand why so many of the DPS were cynical.
So Kurt accepted his new life, and settled down to grow up, swearing a secret oath that he would show his new family how to have a bit of fun along the way.
**~**
And grow he did. By the time he was ten he had gained a foot and a half, rivaling Fever in height. At twelve he was five-foot and slowing down. Thankfully, considering the difficulty in getting clothes that fit an elf who managed to grow seemingly overnight.
It was then that he found himself lying in a tree that grew precariously from the edge of a cliff and overlooked a small human village. The people surried back and forth in a mindless pattern. So much like ants, Kut thought. They all seemed so busy all the time. What could they be doing that was so important?
...
Kurt looked down, only mildly surprised to find the thirteen-year-old girl leaning on the tree. He smiled, knowing well that Marie liked to hang around people only when they were being quiet. Usually he was avoided like the plauge, being one of the most hyperactive mutants on the face of the planet. Or at least in Germany. It was a gift.
"Hey, Marie." The older girl glared at him. "They're strange, aren't they."
"Wha...?" Marie looked up, surprised. Kurt ignored the fact that she had nearly said an entire word.
"All bottled up in their own little world, so convinced that they're right about everything," he reached up to the place a gold cross had once hung, "all that 'love thy neighbor' stuff. So devoted. Then something unexpected shows up, and all that gets thrown out the window."
"They're scared."
This time he did look down at her. "That has to be the most I've ever heard you say. You feeling all right, meine Freundin?"
"Ah'm fine."
"Did I know you had a southern-American accent? Or could speak German at all, for that matter?"
"Doubt it."
"Ah."
The silence hung for a few more seconds before the blue mutant spoke again. "I suppose, when it comes to us, they're scared. People do funny things when they're frightened."
"Lihke burning down their own home?" Kurt turned red under his fur.
"It was a bit extreme, but it seemed reasonable at the time...."
"It always does."
Kurt flipped gracefully on the tree branch, hanging upside down from his tail to examine the girl closely. "You're pretty cool, for a girl."
She smiled at the younger mutant, a rare treat. "An' you're not half bahd for an annoying preteen."
"I'll take that as a complement"
They stared at eachother for a whole minute. Then they broke down laughing. Kurt laughed hard enough that he forgot he was holding onto the tree with just his tail and landed gracelessly on his head, sending Marie the Angel to the verge of hysterics.
When it finally stopped, Kurt smiled mistivously and pounced, tickling her with all for limbs and his tail.
The all-out tickle war lasted until dawn, and by then they solomly declared themselves honerary siblings.
It was the first time either of the had been ernestly happy since they had joined their new family.