Anything but Ordinary3: Yes, Tara seems to have the ugly mutation but I'm not her creator-Takamo.Blame her. Tara has something that will keep her from feeling left out-Mortimer/Toad.He will become important, really important.Hank and Jean try to explain about 'the x-gene' and 'why mutations happen' this chapter.Another character may possibly come along to help Tara but I'm not sure if I should add him.
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"Tara, Angel, pay attention!" Jean glares at the teenager who guiltily jerks her hand away, leaving a long crooked X on the foggy glass. "Stop playing tic tac toe and listen. This is for your benefit, Tara." "Angel wanted to play, Jean! She gets bored in that big cardboard box of a room..."Tara replies, opening her notebook and copying Jean's notes off the board. Tapping like fingers against glass draws their attention; where Angel had been was now a yellow IT'S BORING! sign. Tara begins to laugh but stops as a growl comes from the doorway. The sign vanishes and Tara tries to rub away the makeshift tic tac toe board made from breathing on the glass from either side. "Logan, they won't learn! Hank's test is in two days!" Jean's hysteria is evident in her voice and the tears rolling down her cheeks. Logan nods, slowly. "Take a break. Lunch is ready. Tara, he's here,"he muttesr, looking in on the quarantine room where Angel was sitting on the floor coloring in an almost empty coloring book; she's been there almost a week now. "Cajun's on his way to talk to Angel. His shields are strong enough and she likes him." Tara brightens. "Morty's here?" She hopped up and onto the ceiling. "Yeah, him...get off the ceiling, kid." She crawls over to the door and stops, looking back. Jean's I-hate-kids-Don't-Talk-to-me pout was returning; she stalks out of the makeshift classroom. Logan sighs,"Kitchen." "Thanks, Logan."
Tara drops to the floor behind her brother but ends up landing on her back. "Hello, Tadpole. Still can't land decent?" Toad loks down still in the process of crunching on a fly; she shudders. "That's gross. Kitty let you come see me?" "Not really. How's Angel?" Tara shrugs, picking up a chicken sandwich and taking a bite. "Great." "How are you?" "Great." "Why don't I believe you?" "You're getting old?" "Funny...what's going on with you two, Tadpole?" She takes another bite and plays with the remainder of it; she sticks a fork through the leftovers. "I don't know, Morty. It just seesm unfair..the diffrence in our mutations." "Would you like to switch with her? I don't think she likes the diffrence either,"Toad replies before eating another fly,"Explain the unfair part." Tara frowans,"Angel looks exacetly the same unless you go to mental but she ain't ever been completely normal. Me, I'm another story...I look like a-a-a....a frog!" "Well, yes....that is our mutation. Something else bothering you?"he questions, taking a bite out a sandwich. "No, everyone's trying so hard to help her control it but I don't want to her. Angel learns control, reutrns to school, I'm left behind to home school with Red...it sucks, Morty, it really sucks. I want her to get out of that cardboard box but I don't want her to leave me." Toad nods. "I hear you, kid. Isn't there a test in a few days?" She nods, slowly. "I'll make a deal with you, Tara. If you behave, pass your test, and be civil with Angel....I'll take you to the zoo." "The zoo?" "Yeah, don't all teenagers like zoos?" "Uh....no, Morty." "Oh." "But I do, Mort...I should get back to the medlab. I'll behave,"Tara says, giving him a hug before walking out, sandwich in hand,"Logan, where's my drums? Band practice will start soon."
"Get out!" Jean ducks out of the doorway just a plate shatters against it. She presses a button beside the door, watching as Angel proceeds to toss several items around the room, telekenetically. "Remy, I think there's a problem,"she calls back toward the other part of the lab,"She's doing it again." A chair slams into the glass but doesn't break through. Hank hurries in, holding a syring with Gambit following. Hank moves into the quarantine room only to be throw back. Gambit moves forward. "Petite, stop,"he pleads, opening the door only be thrown back and pinned by a table,"Angel." "We need help in here. Logan, Professor." It takes a few moments to get both in there with Tara following. She puts her drums down and looks aorund. "What's wrong?" A thick book slams into the wall near her head; she ducks. Logan scowls. "Let me guess I get to talk the kid down...why not Gumbo over there?" "They're not talking,"Jean announces, looking on the verge of tears again,"I kind of upset her." "What is new, drama queen?" Tara stuffs the rest of her sandwich into her mouth, chewing. "Shields again, Jeannie?" "They'll help." Logan draws their attention away. "Problem here. What the hell's in that thing, Hank?" Gambit and Hank move to help him or just keep the syring from sticking into his skin. Xavier holds up one hand. "Don't. Go ahead, Tara..." "Are you sure?" She hesitates. "Go ahead." "Angel, you wanna play?"Tara questions, hesitantly, moving her drums into the room; she sits down, picking up her drumsticks. "Why?" Angel tursn to her, hesitantly as if unsure; several items drop to the floor. "We haven't practice in awhile. Come on." Tara begins to play some beat oddly familiar to 'Tequila'. Angel looks unsure for a moment. The emotion was probaly sensed from Tara, Jean guesses, watching as she slowly retrieves her insturment. She places it to her mouth and begins to play along with Tara. The remaining items drop to the floor; some shatter.
"Well, Remy be a fish out de water. How you know dis, Professor?" Xavier shakes his head. "Tara's clam. The rest of my pupiles worry, freak out,or get annoyed...Your emotions fuel her pain. Without realizing it you caused most of this,"he explains in a calm voice, watching the new mutants end that song. "Tequila!" "Magnify any emotions you feel seven times and it still won't equal how she feels it."
TWO HOURS LATER
"The reason an x-gene forms is either of a certain injection or as most mutants a gene breaks off leaving one imcomplete. Most owers manifest with time but traumatic events can bring them on...Mutants can use their powers for bad or good. As X-Men we only use them good." Snores greet this statement. Jean notices the head bent over Tara's desk, sound asleep. Angel lays on her bed, in the quarantine room, zonked out. Why do I get stuck with teaching them?Jean wonders, walking over and shking Tara awake before taping on the glass to wake Angel. "Heard everything you said,"Tara mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Angel, finish this statement. We only use our powers..." "Once a month." "Wrong. For good only." Tara snickers, Angel shrugs. "She was close, Jeannie. Wasn't Hank suppoused to show us a slide show?" "He will be but you can't even stay awake through my voice.." "Do we have to?" "You must pass this test to become registered mutants, also X-Men....this is required." Angel taps on the glass and writes- Why register? "The slide show projector is here!"Hank announces, wheeling the large black machine in,"Well, hello, kiddies." Both wave. "Ready for the slide show?" Two enthusiastic nods. Jean sighs. "Hank..." "The slide show begins." The lights dim slowly as the projector begins a narrative about mutants, complete with histories, fight scenes, and other interesting descriptions.
"Ohh." and "ahh" echo throughout the entire presentation from Angel and Tara. Jean sulks at what was meant to be her desk. Hank continues the slide show, stopping it briefly to explain a particular moment when mutants were forced to register as a way to keep track of them. "...most mutants are registered under this act while a few chose not to register. These are often the ones that end up dead or killed by mutant riots. Registered mutants are mostly safe." "That explains registration. Thanks, Hank." Angel smiles and nods to show she agress with her counter part. "Thus ends the slide show of 'Mutant Theology 101'. Have either of you learned anything?" Tara nods. "The Mutant Registration Act was passed as a way to keep mutants from dominating the population This act failed when a good amount refused to be registered." "Angel?" "Not all mutant gifts are random. Some are based off of something in a person's genes such as an emotion...this can cause either a good mutation or in some cases like Rogue's and maybe mine an emotional detachment mutation." Hank applauds. "My star pupils, you learned well." "I should be the one helping them,"Jean mutters, darkly from her desk,"I should be helping them." A thud comes as another sign appears at Angel's glass, seperating her from the others. GET-GET-GET-GET-GET OVER IT! (xRDx: this is a song. Millions of people sing it. My brother-in-law has a habit of singing it.)
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"Tara, Angel, pay attention!" Jean glares at the teenager who guiltily jerks her hand away, leaving a long crooked X on the foggy glass. "Stop playing tic tac toe and listen. This is for your benefit, Tara." "Angel wanted to play, Jean! She gets bored in that big cardboard box of a room..."Tara replies, opening her notebook and copying Jean's notes off the board. Tapping like fingers against glass draws their attention; where Angel had been was now a yellow IT'S BORING! sign. Tara begins to laugh but stops as a growl comes from the doorway. The sign vanishes and Tara tries to rub away the makeshift tic tac toe board made from breathing on the glass from either side. "Logan, they won't learn! Hank's test is in two days!" Jean's hysteria is evident in her voice and the tears rolling down her cheeks. Logan nods, slowly. "Take a break. Lunch is ready. Tara, he's here,"he muttesr, looking in on the quarantine room where Angel was sitting on the floor coloring in an almost empty coloring book; she's been there almost a week now. "Cajun's on his way to talk to Angel. His shields are strong enough and she likes him." Tara brightens. "Morty's here?" She hopped up and onto the ceiling. "Yeah, him...get off the ceiling, kid." She crawls over to the door and stops, looking back. Jean's I-hate-kids-Don't-Talk-to-me pout was returning; she stalks out of the makeshift classroom. Logan sighs,"Kitchen." "Thanks, Logan."
Tara drops to the floor behind her brother but ends up landing on her back. "Hello, Tadpole. Still can't land decent?" Toad loks down still in the process of crunching on a fly; she shudders. "That's gross. Kitty let you come see me?" "Not really. How's Angel?" Tara shrugs, picking up a chicken sandwich and taking a bite. "Great." "How are you?" "Great." "Why don't I believe you?" "You're getting old?" "Funny...what's going on with you two, Tadpole?" She takes another bite and plays with the remainder of it; she sticks a fork through the leftovers. "I don't know, Morty. It just seesm unfair..the diffrence in our mutations." "Would you like to switch with her? I don't think she likes the diffrence either,"Toad replies before eating another fly,"Explain the unfair part." Tara frowans,"Angel looks exacetly the same unless you go to mental but she ain't ever been completely normal. Me, I'm another story...I look like a-a-a....a frog!" "Well, yes....that is our mutation. Something else bothering you?"he questions, taking a bite out a sandwich. "No, everyone's trying so hard to help her control it but I don't want to her. Angel learns control, reutrns to school, I'm left behind to home school with Red...it sucks, Morty, it really sucks. I want her to get out of that cardboard box but I don't want her to leave me." Toad nods. "I hear you, kid. Isn't there a test in a few days?" She nods, slowly. "I'll make a deal with you, Tara. If you behave, pass your test, and be civil with Angel....I'll take you to the zoo." "The zoo?" "Yeah, don't all teenagers like zoos?" "Uh....no, Morty." "Oh." "But I do, Mort...I should get back to the medlab. I'll behave,"Tara says, giving him a hug before walking out, sandwich in hand,"Logan, where's my drums? Band practice will start soon."
"Get out!" Jean ducks out of the doorway just a plate shatters against it. She presses a button beside the door, watching as Angel proceeds to toss several items around the room, telekenetically. "Remy, I think there's a problem,"she calls back toward the other part of the lab,"She's doing it again." A chair slams into the glass but doesn't break through. Hank hurries in, holding a syring with Gambit following. Hank moves into the quarantine room only to be throw back. Gambit moves forward. "Petite, stop,"he pleads, opening the door only be thrown back and pinned by a table,"Angel." "We need help in here. Logan, Professor." It takes a few moments to get both in there with Tara following. She puts her drums down and looks aorund. "What's wrong?" A thick book slams into the wall near her head; she ducks. Logan scowls. "Let me guess I get to talk the kid down...why not Gumbo over there?" "They're not talking,"Jean announces, looking on the verge of tears again,"I kind of upset her." "What is new, drama queen?" Tara stuffs the rest of her sandwich into her mouth, chewing. "Shields again, Jeannie?" "They'll help." Logan draws their attention away. "Problem here. What the hell's in that thing, Hank?" Gambit and Hank move to help him or just keep the syring from sticking into his skin. Xavier holds up one hand. "Don't. Go ahead, Tara..." "Are you sure?" She hesitates. "Go ahead." "Angel, you wanna play?"Tara questions, hesitantly, moving her drums into the room; she sits down, picking up her drumsticks. "Why?" Angel tursn to her, hesitantly as if unsure; several items drop to the floor. "We haven't practice in awhile. Come on." Tara begins to play some beat oddly familiar to 'Tequila'. Angel looks unsure for a moment. The emotion was probaly sensed from Tara, Jean guesses, watching as she slowly retrieves her insturment. She places it to her mouth and begins to play along with Tara. The remaining items drop to the floor; some shatter.
"Well, Remy be a fish out de water. How you know dis, Professor?" Xavier shakes his head. "Tara's clam. The rest of my pupiles worry, freak out,or get annoyed...Your emotions fuel her pain. Without realizing it you caused most of this,"he explains in a calm voice, watching the new mutants end that song. "Tequila!" "Magnify any emotions you feel seven times and it still won't equal how she feels it."
TWO HOURS LATER
"The reason an x-gene forms is either of a certain injection or as most mutants a gene breaks off leaving one imcomplete. Most owers manifest with time but traumatic events can bring them on...Mutants can use their powers for bad or good. As X-Men we only use them good." Snores greet this statement. Jean notices the head bent over Tara's desk, sound asleep. Angel lays on her bed, in the quarantine room, zonked out. Why do I get stuck with teaching them?Jean wonders, walking over and shking Tara awake before taping on the glass to wake Angel. "Heard everything you said,"Tara mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Angel, finish this statement. We only use our powers..." "Once a month." "Wrong. For good only." Tara snickers, Angel shrugs. "She was close, Jeannie. Wasn't Hank suppoused to show us a slide show?" "He will be but you can't even stay awake through my voice.." "Do we have to?" "You must pass this test to become registered mutants, also X-Men....this is required." Angel taps on the glass and writes- Why register? "The slide show projector is here!"Hank announces, wheeling the large black machine in,"Well, hello, kiddies." Both wave. "Ready for the slide show?" Two enthusiastic nods. Jean sighs. "Hank..." "The slide show begins." The lights dim slowly as the projector begins a narrative about mutants, complete with histories, fight scenes, and other interesting descriptions.
"Ohh." and "ahh" echo throughout the entire presentation from Angel and Tara. Jean sulks at what was meant to be her desk. Hank continues the slide show, stopping it briefly to explain a particular moment when mutants were forced to register as a way to keep track of them. "...most mutants are registered under this act while a few chose not to register. These are often the ones that end up dead or killed by mutant riots. Registered mutants are mostly safe." "That explains registration. Thanks, Hank." Angel smiles and nods to show she agress with her counter part. "Thus ends the slide show of 'Mutant Theology 101'. Have either of you learned anything?" Tara nods. "The Mutant Registration Act was passed as a way to keep mutants from dominating the population This act failed when a good amount refused to be registered." "Angel?" "Not all mutant gifts are random. Some are based off of something in a person's genes such as an emotion...this can cause either a good mutation or in some cases like Rogue's and maybe mine an emotional detachment mutation." Hank applauds. "My star pupils, you learned well." "I should be the one helping them,"Jean mutters, darkly from her desk,"I should be helping them." A thud comes as another sign appears at Angel's glass, seperating her from the others. GET-GET-GET-GET-GET OVER IT! (xRDx: this is a song. Millions of people sing it. My brother-in-law has a habit of singing it.)