Chapter Ten: Selective Amnesia
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This... Is chapter ten. And no one really cares. But I am glad that no one has flamed me. ^_^ Thanks, guys!
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"We caught one, sir!" Sunnie announced proudly as she and Starrie drug Anya's unconscious body in to the throne room.
"We shot her with the potato launcher!" Starrie chimed gleefully. Magneto looked up from his book again, and was struck with a concerned expression. Anya was not nearly as glorious as she had expected to be when she met her father again.
In the process of bringing Anya up from the ocean, the Sea Blobs had not been entirely careful with their guest. Her clothing had nearly been torn to shreds, her entire being was pattered with an interesting mixture of sand and dirt, there were strands of seaweed tangled in her hair, and there was blood slowly oozing from her left temple.
The Sea Blobs laid Anya out on the floor in front of Magneto's throne.
"See, see, see? We got one!" Starrie grinned, barely able to contain herself. Then she leaned forward and whispered, "Do you have any more assignments for us, sir?"
Magneto was caught quite off guard by this development. But nevertheless, he knew he must give the Sea Blobs something to occupy themselves with.
"Go and prepare a chamber for our guest." He said in a calm voice. The Sea Blobs bowed respectfully and shot out of the room, ready to do their best.
Once they had left, Magneto curiously kneeled beside the girl.
"Who are you, young one?" He asked in a still murmur, brushing a strand of seaweed out of Anya's face. "Are you Anya?"
There was a long pause during which Anya neither replied nor awoke.
"I can see Magda in you. Your faces--" He brushed his hand slowly down her face. "--are so much alike."
As she moaned softly, Magneto swiftly removed his hand. A moment later, her eyes fluttered open. They were blue eyes, a piercing blue like the sky nearest to the horizon on a warm afternoon. These eyes struggled to focus as she sat up slowly, moaning once again and bringing a hand to the blood on her forehead.
"Where am I?" She asked quietly, then took a sharp breath of pain. She brought her hand down, her fingertips graced by the blood. She looked at him. "What happened?"
Her eyes held an expression that clearly stated he should have the answers for her.
As he opened his mouth to answer her, Starrie burst in to the room. "Sir, I have secured a chamber for the guest. Sunnie is finding nice stuff like furniture! What should I do now?" She asked in a hyperactive manner.
There was a momentary pause, before Magneto decided what would keep Starrie out of the way for a long time.
"Go in to the kitchen and open the freezer. Get in to the freezer and shut the door. Stay there for at least two hours." He said, being very specific with the orders so there would be no room for misunderstanding.
"Yes sir!" She bowed repeatedly and dashed out of the room. Magneto pondered the loyalty of the sea blobs for a moment, wondering for the hundredth time why they were loyal to him. Even with his order being to go sit in the freezer, they would dash to carry out his orders willingly. Of course, their loyalty was outmatched only by their annoyance. Because they were always trying to please him, they were always pestering his for a new assignment. He had discovered that the only way for there to be peace in his fortress was to send the sea blobs in to the freezer, where they would freeze over and be in stasis until someone let them out to thaw.
"Father, you have the most interesting minions..." Anya sighed, bringing his attention back to her.
He was startled for a moment, then he managed to formulate a question for her.
"Are you Anya?"
She blinked in surprise.
"Of course I am. Honestly, Father, are you telling me that you forgot me?" She rolled her eyes, then smiled.
There was yet another moment of awkward silence, before Anya began to glance around the room.
"Where are we? Where is Mother?" She bit her lip, frowning. "I don't remember ever bring here before."
"Selective memory loss, sir." Sunnie piped from the doorway. They both turned to face her. Anya frowned in a troubled manner at Sunnie.
"I did not hear your approach." She stated.
"Of course not." Sunnie said with a kind of smug smile. She then turned to Magneto. "Sir, the room is complete and furnished. I recommend sending Lady Anya there to rest as soon as possible."
Magneto glanced at Sunnie suspiciously.
"How did you come about the knowledge that she is Anya?" He asked.
"Oh, that?" Sunnie smiled again, this time showing a full mouthful of pointed teeth. "I overheard you from down the hall."
Magneto was not at ease with this, but decided to let it pass. He looked at Anya, about to ask her if she would like to go to her room to recover.
"Yes, if it not a terrible trouble." She smiled apologetically. Thus, Sunnie was told to guide Anya to the room the Sea Blobs had prepared.
That was only the beginning of Magneto's very long headache that day.
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Orana had been meditating on the roof of the Xavier mansion when the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. Her long ears twitched as she heard someone else come out on to the roof. She didn't even need to open her eyes to tell that it was Wolverine, otherwise known as Logan, dressed in a white karate uniform.
"Oh. I didn't know you were here." He stated, sitting down to begin his own meditation.
She rose to her feet slowly, opening her eyes as well.
"Logan, there is a storm approaching." She stated.
"Not Ororo?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to decide if she was joking or not. She was known to be a serious person, and it would be entirely out of character to joke.
True to form, she was not joking. She shook her head slowly.
"In my meditation, I saw a woman. I do not know her, yet she is bringing a devastating trouble to this world." She explained slowly. "Please watch out for her." Orana warned seriously, then moved toward the window that Wolverine had come out of. He watched her leave for a moment, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes to begin his meditation as well.
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Xavier did not look amused with the... Gift that Mouse had sent up from her lab.
"Shall I remove it, sir?" Orana asked, appearing beside him in his study. There was a meteor that nearly filled the room resting on the remains of his desk. Orana assumed that the desk had collapsed when the meteor was teleported in.
"Please." He answered.
"If I may venture a suggestion, sir..." Orana paused, walking over to the meteor.
"Yes?" Xavier asked, contemplating how he should react when Mouse would ask him what he thought of the gift.
"It's obvious that you won't get any work done for a while sir. It will take me at least an hour to move this space rock." She paused again, continuing to evaluate the meteor. "I recommend that you take the day off, so that I may have time to clean your study and repair your desk."
The idea sounded quite appealing to Xavier. After all, if he were gone today, perhaps Mouse would forget to ask him what he thought of the gift.
"Yes, I believe I shall." He mused, debating the possibilities.
"Personally, I recommend having Logan take you to a museum or something."
"Logan?" Xavier was a bit surprised. After all, Logan wasn't exactly the artsy type.
"Sir, if I am going to be here, I wish you to have adequate protection should anything occur." She looked at him seriously. "And Logan is the best fighter on the team."
When explained that way, the comment made sense.
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And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the prelude of the entrance of the seventh and final OC, {though I still wonder how much they're OC's and how much they're their own people} who doesn't count as on OC at all: Magda!
Yes, Chidori, I know you hate me now. ^_^;