Anything but Ordinary3: Don't hail me. That's weird and scary. Time to release the slaves *takes down giant ring of keys and begins unlocking cages with electronic bug zapper, waves the zapper around*
VA-river-girl: There will be plenty of Summers torture once I get up to the "reflection" chapter and a few others. Don't worry about the brotherhood either...they're not completly gone *releases the brotherhood and smacks sabertooth for growling*
Takamo: Yes, I am very aware normally they're nowhere near this bad...they weren't even that bad as five-year-olds...just close. This is parody so I'm exaggarating every detail especially the behavior problems of everyone's favorite once five, now fourteen-year-old children.
Other: Later on when Angel and Gambit are arguing-he's speaking french and she's speaking in spanish. The parentheses are the translations.
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Logan cups his hands over his ears and walks into the mansion. The usual sound of drums echoes but now is accompanied by what sounds very much like the squeal of a dying cow. "What are those two doing now?"he demands, stomping upstairs and banging his fist against the door. One final note comes from the dying cow and the banging drums come to a stop with a final crash; the door creaks open a little. Angel answers,"Yes, Logan?" "What are you two doing and who's cow are you killing?" "Not a cow. It's my trumpet,"she replies as the door opens wider, revealing half a tornado and half a windstorm; he didn't bother guessing who's side was which. A long silver trumpet hangs down from her hand, one finger curls around the slide and her thumb points across the room at Tara who's busy trying to fix something else attached to the drums. Logan stares at Angel a moment. "Trumpet? When did you get a trumpet, kid?" She thinks a moment and holds up three fingers. "Mr. Lewis ordered it two weeks ago, but I just got it at the end of class today. So I'd say about two and a half hours....Tara, when did I get it?" "Exactly two hours, twenty-six minutes, fifty-two seconds, Angel. I think she just figured out how to play a right note...show him." Angel raises the trumpet to her mouth and places his lips against the mouth piece, creating a high-pitch buzzing sound. Logan removes his hands to swipe the trumpet from her, but she ducks under his arm and runs into the hall without breaking off the sound, just making it sound worse.
"Your ears are bleeding, Logan,"Tara points out, helpfully as she stands and makes her way over to him. He growls in response. "That's your little friend's excellent playing. Why wasn't I informed she had a trumpet?" "Because you'd either a. Kill her b. Kill our band director c. kill me for not telling or d. Kill all the above. Good reason?" "Very good,"he replies, wiping blood from his ears and onto his shirt; Tara cringes slightly away and leans against the door a move that reminded him slightly of her brother, Toad. Her image had shifted slightly to match his except that she didn't have the forty-foot tongue, didn't eat bugs, and didn't hop around. Logan shakes his head. He had to be imaginging the greenish tint to her skin. Tara looks up at him as if waiting for something. "Anything new with school? You'd better not be suspended or even flunking something....." Tara shrugs. "I'm a genius. Open house is in two nights. Angel has to bring Remy and Rogue since she's failing English." "How do you fail English?" Logan scratches his head, thinking. "Don't ask me. She's passing Spanish, though...." "Why would she take Spanish? She can get French from Gumbo without having to spend an hour listening.." "Don't ask me. I don't try to understand her mind. That's like....Godzilla on prozac or steroids."
"Godzilla? What's Godzilla, Aunt Tara?" David runs up to her and throws his arms around her legs, hugging her. Tara groans, identical to the way Logan did when he was annoyed. "David, why are you even here? Isn't it past your bedtime?" "Nope, it's only a little after seven! Mommy said I get to stay with you and Auntie Angel for the night,"he announces with a smile that shows his missing front tooth and also the one missing two to the left. Logan smirks,"Have fun, kid. I hope you enjoy baby-sitting." "Logan!" He ignores Tara's pleas and walks off downstairs, leaving her alone.
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Vous plairiez parlez une langue que je comprends!"(Would you please speak a language I understand!) ""No habla usted español?"(You don't speak Spanish?) Gambit glowers at the teenager standing on the opposite side of the room from him, speaking in some language he didn't understand. "Ne parler pas dans l'Allemand, mon ange. Remy ne parle pas cela.."(Do not speak in German, my angel. Remy do not speak that.) "Esto no es alemán, estimado. ¿Jugar la necesidad la adivinación el idioma?" (This isn't German, dear. Want to play guess the language?)Angel replies with a smirk as she taps a pen against the table where her Algebra book and binder rest. "Parler une langue je comprends ou vous êtes mis à terre. .." (Speak a language I understand or you're grounded.) "La promesse?" (Promise?) "Angel, stop speaking that language...KURT!" "Denomina el idioma y yo pararé."(Name the language and I'll stop.) The smell of brimstone and a telltale *BAMPF* announce the arrival of everyone's favorite small blue ex-circus mutant. "Yes, Remy?" "Remy would like to ask you to please not speak German around de petite. She seems to pick it up easily....." Gambit glowers at Angel who simply rolls her eyes.
¡ "Esto no es alemán, Remy! ¡Yo no hablo alemán!"(This is not German, Remy!! I don't speak German!) Kurt shakes his head. "Ze child is not speaking ze language of my beloved Germany..I must mourn now...." A second *BAMPF* and the smell of brimstone later he's gone and the two are alone."Condamner l'enfant! Toujours doit faire des choses difficiles pour Remy! Le fils d'une chienne!" (Damn child! Always have to make things difficult for Remy! Son of a bitch!)Gambit fumes, watching his ward simply return to her homework. "Angel, what language are you speaking?"he asks with as calm a voice as he can since he was almost ready to throw a card at her. "Uno usted no habla. Tengo los deberes para hacer." (One you don't speak. I have homework to do.) For the next several moments the only sound is of Angel's pencil scratching against the paper as she works out her homework. Gambit walks over and reads the work over her shoulder before speaking. "Remy say you're grounded to your room for the rest of the night and no trumpet." "Swamp Rat, you have some explaining to do!"Rogue's voice echoes throughout the mansion. "Va ve lo que mi madre respectiva quiere." (Go see what my respective mother wants.) "Upstairs, your room. now."
Angel gathers up her stuff, shoving all of it into her bag before running up the stairs with the loud clomp of footsteps. Gambit listens to her footsteps fade up the stairs before making his way into the kitchen and the smell of Rogue's southern cooking. It was her night to make dinner. "Yes, mon chere?"he questions coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She turns around to face him and puts her fully covered arms around his neck, giving him a look. "What were you and Angel yelling about? She wasn't speaking french..." "Non, she wasn't, chere. Remy doesn't know what she was yelling about, but I was yelling because she's flunking English.....de English is her natural language!!" Rogue's hand curls into the muscles of his arms as she tries not to laugh. "Have you ever listened to your own English before, sugar? You're her role model....not the best thing in the world." "Remy's English is fine and he would thank his chere not to mention it again,"Gambit huffs as he backs her up against the counter for no reason, except to irritate her; she pushes against his chest, slightly. "Get off, Remy..." ~No hanky panky in the kitchen.~ Rogue blushes, but sends what is most likely the same response as him. ~Shut up, Jean.~ "Remy, do you have any idea what language she's speaking, sugar?" He shrugs. "It not German." "Right because Kurt speaks German, but.....that isn't his language...we have to attend open house at her school in two nights. No cards, no charging, no threatening, and no third person, got it?" Gambit smiles, cockily and bends his head enough to leave their lips barely a breathe apart. "Bien sûr, mon coeur."(Of course, my heart.) Rogue doesn't move back for once. "No third person and no charging....Go get the others for dinner." "Anyt'ing for you, chere....." He walks out of the kitchen, whistling something under his breathe that sounds like an off key version of the I LOVE LUCY theme song. "ROGUEY SAY FOR REMY TO TELL EV ERYONE THAT DINNER IS READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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This chapter is leadnig up to baby-sitting for the summers' demon spawn *locks his back in a cage.....er pretty, comfy hotel room* There will also be a two part open house chapter...Part one is Angel's teachers and part two and Tara's teachers or maybe the other way around..you'll have to see and plenty more torture coming up for everyone. Thanks for revieiwng again. *locks other characters up in their......um white walled hotel rooms with blood stains*
VA-river-girl: There will be plenty of Summers torture once I get up to the "reflection" chapter and a few others. Don't worry about the brotherhood either...they're not completly gone *releases the brotherhood and smacks sabertooth for growling*
Takamo: Yes, I am very aware normally they're nowhere near this bad...they weren't even that bad as five-year-olds...just close. This is parody so I'm exaggarating every detail especially the behavior problems of everyone's favorite once five, now fourteen-year-old children.
Other: Later on when Angel and Gambit are arguing-he's speaking french and she's speaking in spanish. The parentheses are the translations.
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Logan cups his hands over his ears and walks into the mansion. The usual sound of drums echoes but now is accompanied by what sounds very much like the squeal of a dying cow. "What are those two doing now?"he demands, stomping upstairs and banging his fist against the door. One final note comes from the dying cow and the banging drums come to a stop with a final crash; the door creaks open a little. Angel answers,"Yes, Logan?" "What are you two doing and who's cow are you killing?" "Not a cow. It's my trumpet,"she replies as the door opens wider, revealing half a tornado and half a windstorm; he didn't bother guessing who's side was which. A long silver trumpet hangs down from her hand, one finger curls around the slide and her thumb points across the room at Tara who's busy trying to fix something else attached to the drums. Logan stares at Angel a moment. "Trumpet? When did you get a trumpet, kid?" She thinks a moment and holds up three fingers. "Mr. Lewis ordered it two weeks ago, but I just got it at the end of class today. So I'd say about two and a half hours....Tara, when did I get it?" "Exactly two hours, twenty-six minutes, fifty-two seconds, Angel. I think she just figured out how to play a right note...show him." Angel raises the trumpet to her mouth and places his lips against the mouth piece, creating a high-pitch buzzing sound. Logan removes his hands to swipe the trumpet from her, but she ducks under his arm and runs into the hall without breaking off the sound, just making it sound worse.
"Your ears are bleeding, Logan,"Tara points out, helpfully as she stands and makes her way over to him. He growls in response. "That's your little friend's excellent playing. Why wasn't I informed she had a trumpet?" "Because you'd either a. Kill her b. Kill our band director c. kill me for not telling or d. Kill all the above. Good reason?" "Very good,"he replies, wiping blood from his ears and onto his shirt; Tara cringes slightly away and leans against the door a move that reminded him slightly of her brother, Toad. Her image had shifted slightly to match his except that she didn't have the forty-foot tongue, didn't eat bugs, and didn't hop around. Logan shakes his head. He had to be imaginging the greenish tint to her skin. Tara looks up at him as if waiting for something. "Anything new with school? You'd better not be suspended or even flunking something....." Tara shrugs. "I'm a genius. Open house is in two nights. Angel has to bring Remy and Rogue since she's failing English." "How do you fail English?" Logan scratches his head, thinking. "Don't ask me. She's passing Spanish, though...." "Why would she take Spanish? She can get French from Gumbo without having to spend an hour listening.." "Don't ask me. I don't try to understand her mind. That's like....Godzilla on prozac or steroids."
"Godzilla? What's Godzilla, Aunt Tara?" David runs up to her and throws his arms around her legs, hugging her. Tara groans, identical to the way Logan did when he was annoyed. "David, why are you even here? Isn't it past your bedtime?" "Nope, it's only a little after seven! Mommy said I get to stay with you and Auntie Angel for the night,"he announces with a smile that shows his missing front tooth and also the one missing two to the left. Logan smirks,"Have fun, kid. I hope you enjoy baby-sitting." "Logan!" He ignores Tara's pleas and walks off downstairs, leaving her alone.
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Vous plairiez parlez une langue que je comprends!"(Would you please speak a language I understand!) ""No habla usted español?"(You don't speak Spanish?) Gambit glowers at the teenager standing on the opposite side of the room from him, speaking in some language he didn't understand. "Ne parler pas dans l'Allemand, mon ange. Remy ne parle pas cela.."(Do not speak in German, my angel. Remy do not speak that.) "Esto no es alemán, estimado. ¿Jugar la necesidad la adivinación el idioma?" (This isn't German, dear. Want to play guess the language?)Angel replies with a smirk as she taps a pen against the table where her Algebra book and binder rest. "Parler une langue je comprends ou vous êtes mis à terre. .." (Speak a language I understand or you're grounded.) "La promesse?" (Promise?) "Angel, stop speaking that language...KURT!" "Denomina el idioma y yo pararé."(Name the language and I'll stop.) The smell of brimstone and a telltale *BAMPF* announce the arrival of everyone's favorite small blue ex-circus mutant. "Yes, Remy?" "Remy would like to ask you to please not speak German around de petite. She seems to pick it up easily....." Gambit glowers at Angel who simply rolls her eyes.
¡ "Esto no es alemán, Remy! ¡Yo no hablo alemán!"(This is not German, Remy!! I don't speak German!) Kurt shakes his head. "Ze child is not speaking ze language of my beloved Germany..I must mourn now...." A second *BAMPF* and the smell of brimstone later he's gone and the two are alone."Condamner l'enfant! Toujours doit faire des choses difficiles pour Remy! Le fils d'une chienne!" (Damn child! Always have to make things difficult for Remy! Son of a bitch!)Gambit fumes, watching his ward simply return to her homework. "Angel, what language are you speaking?"he asks with as calm a voice as he can since he was almost ready to throw a card at her. "Uno usted no habla. Tengo los deberes para hacer." (One you don't speak. I have homework to do.) For the next several moments the only sound is of Angel's pencil scratching against the paper as she works out her homework. Gambit walks over and reads the work over her shoulder before speaking. "Remy say you're grounded to your room for the rest of the night and no trumpet." "Swamp Rat, you have some explaining to do!"Rogue's voice echoes throughout the mansion. "Va ve lo que mi madre respectiva quiere." (Go see what my respective mother wants.) "Upstairs, your room. now."
Angel gathers up her stuff, shoving all of it into her bag before running up the stairs with the loud clomp of footsteps. Gambit listens to her footsteps fade up the stairs before making his way into the kitchen and the smell of Rogue's southern cooking. It was her night to make dinner. "Yes, mon chere?"he questions coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She turns around to face him and puts her fully covered arms around his neck, giving him a look. "What were you and Angel yelling about? She wasn't speaking french..." "Non, she wasn't, chere. Remy doesn't know what she was yelling about, but I was yelling because she's flunking English.....de English is her natural language!!" Rogue's hand curls into the muscles of his arms as she tries not to laugh. "Have you ever listened to your own English before, sugar? You're her role model....not the best thing in the world." "Remy's English is fine and he would thank his chere not to mention it again,"Gambit huffs as he backs her up against the counter for no reason, except to irritate her; she pushes against his chest, slightly. "Get off, Remy..." ~No hanky panky in the kitchen.~ Rogue blushes, but sends what is most likely the same response as him. ~Shut up, Jean.~ "Remy, do you have any idea what language she's speaking, sugar?" He shrugs. "It not German." "Right because Kurt speaks German, but.....that isn't his language...we have to attend open house at her school in two nights. No cards, no charging, no threatening, and no third person, got it?" Gambit smiles, cockily and bends his head enough to leave their lips barely a breathe apart. "Bien sûr, mon coeur."(Of course, my heart.) Rogue doesn't move back for once. "No third person and no charging....Go get the others for dinner." "Anyt'ing for you, chere....." He walks out of the kitchen, whistling something under his breathe that sounds like an off key version of the I LOVE LUCY theme song. "ROGUEY SAY FOR REMY TO TELL EV ERYONE THAT DINNER IS READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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This chapter is leadnig up to baby-sitting for the summers' demon spawn *locks his back in a cage.....er pretty, comfy hotel room* There will also be a two part open house chapter...Part one is Angel's teachers and part two and Tara's teachers or maybe the other way around..you'll have to see and plenty more torture coming up for everyone. Thanks for revieiwng again. *locks other characters up in their......um white walled hotel rooms with blood stains*