"And where do you t'ink you be going, petites?" Gambit stares at the two children leaning calmly against the back of the couch. Angel shrugs. "It's the day we celebrate our birthday. We're just going out to celebrate with some friends, Remy...what's wrong with that?" "Dressed like that?"he questions, gesturing to their clothes. They both look down then at him, confused. Angel had changed into a blue jean skirt that ended just above her knees and a green button down shirt with ties at the elbows along with not quite knee high boots. Tara had also changed into black pants, an army green tank top, and a black sheer shirt over that along with her normal shoes. "What's wrong with their outfits, Gumbo?"Logan questions, not bothering to look away from his tv show about blood and violence. "Remy don't like dem. Dey too revealing..." "Not this again,"Angel moans, burying her head in her hands,"This don't show too much, Remy. Rogue worn skimpier. Jean and Ororo, too." "TMI."(Too Much Information) "Tara, Angel, are you ready to go?"Bobby questions coming downstairs with a paper wrapped box of some sort,"Hank's got the car waiting outside to take you to your friends. This is your present from us but you can't have it yet." "Who helped de petites pick out dere clothes?" The two trade looks. "Stormy." "STORMY!" Gambit takes off running up the stairs. Angel, Tara, and Bobby wait until he vanishes before looking at Logan for confirmation. "Go on." "Thanks!" The three smile before rushing out the door to where Hank is sitting behind Scott's car, eating a twinkie. "Where to, kiddies?"
"Ohhhhh alcohol! Thank you, Hank. Thank you, Bobby." Angel leans up and hugs them both while Tara simply continues going through the box. "Twinkies and alcohol. Nice." "Where do you want us to pick you up at?"Hank questions, stopping the car at the downtown square where they were suppoused to meet their friends. "Uh.....we'll get someone else to take us home. We'd hate to take time away from your experiments,"Tara says, gathering up their 'presents' and getting out of the car; Angel follows. "Thanks again, Hank!" "Who was that? They were kind of blue and fuzzy....." Both jump visibly as Ryan, Luke, and another friend of theirs-Rachel comes up to them. "Uh....that would be our Uncle Hank. He's kind of a mutant,"Angel mumbles, knowing the news would thrill their friends. So far their friends thought the idea of having mutant friends was awesome; Tara wasn't sure how long it would last. "That's cool....what do you have?"Rachel asks while studying the bottle that Angel holds so tightly,"Alcohol? Oh, lord, so what are we going to do?" Ryan speaks up. "Didn't you say you wanted a tattoo, Angel? I can take you to a place where you can get one at your age if you have the money.." Angel smiles but Tara shakes her head. "Angel, no. You do not need a tattoo.....Rems would hit the roof!" "Good." Luke comes up beside Tara. "Well what do you want to do? Anything you want we can do....how often do you turn fifteen?" Silence for a moment. "Twice if you're reincardnated." "Right...." "What are we waiting for I want a tattoo.." "I want to go walking and get hit by a car..." "That's not funny, Tara." "Am I laughing?" "You scare me......."
"It wasn't even painful...well wait it was not it wasn't nah, it was but I searched for someone calm and used their emotion to get the tattoo,"Angel explains, taking another drink from her glass,"It hurt but I mean stealing others emotions of calm helps, right?" Luke, Ryan, Rachel, and Tara stare at her. "Huh?" "I jus thought about something. People say it's cold as hell. Hell's not cold so why do they say it? They should say it's cold as hell when it's hot, right?" Tara stares at the open notebook before her where she'd been scribbling something down. Luke stares at her. "Honey, how much have you drank?" She tilts the bottle up and looks well it was full and now there's nothing in it....Angel only drank a little because Ryan gave her vodka and she found orange juice. Most of the bottle?" "No more karaoke for you two or alcohol..." Tara hiccups. "Good. I was starting to feel sick anyway. I want to go see Uncle Kitty!" "Uncle Kitty?" "Yeah.....Angel help me draw a map to find Uncle Kitty's house,"Tara announces, beginning to scribble once more in the notebook. Angel gives no answer as she was busy with other matters. "But Angel you don't kiss that good for having kissed as many people as you claim, Ryan. Why not?" "You said you liked to kiss me, Angel." "Angel do..but you don't kiss that well. Angel wants to know why not?" The rustling then ripping of paper draws their attention away from the kissing conversation. "What are those?"Rachel questions, taking the poorly drawn scribbled might be a map page. "Directions." Tara drinks the rest of her glass then drinks the last of Angel's. "To what?" The answer is spoken by both Tara and Angel this time. "Uncle Kitty!"
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"Uncle Kitty! Uncle Kitty! Uncle Kitty!" Victor Creed opens the door and stares at the two teenagers standing on the other side, soaking wet. Tara and Angel look up at him. Crickets chirp in the background; a frog croaks. "Uncle Kitty!" Sabertooth backs away from the door but doesn't remember to shut the door. "Who at the door, Vicky?"Toad questions, hopping over to the door and peering out at the two. Tara's smile brightens and she throws her arms tightly around him, hugging him. "Hello, Morty! Guess what event happens on this glorian day?" "What? Get off me....you're wet and smell like alcohol." Toad pushes her away, then closes the door behind the two of them. There was no way he was letting his little sister and her friend walk around in the rain, especially not if they were drunk. "I'm fifteen now. Aren't you glad?" "Elastic....did you come here just to tell me that?" Toad stares at her as Victor moves off to finish eating his ice cream, sardine, and tuna fish sandwich. "Well, yes....but no and maybe, too."
Angel had now moved to the kitchen and was watching John, Pietro, and Piotr play cards. Her eyes stay glued to John a.k.a. Pyro's cards; he trades inn two cards. "You have a bad hand,"she points out,"Tens aren't good." John look at her for a moment then back to his cards. "You only have one shoe on..." Angel looks down at her feet, one bare, one covered with her boot. "I know. The other got lost in the snow." "It's now snowing." "Yet." "I could just melt the snow..." He continues playing cards throughout the conversation. Angel nods. "Angel say true. Bobby could bring it back, though." "Right again. Name's John, people call me Pyro,"he replies as all the carsd are laid down. "Angel, people call me Angel." Pietro stares at her a moment, transfixed. "Why?" "Dunno...it's my name? The big guy wins. Can I play?" "This isn't Go Fish, kid,"Piotr announces as the cards are being shuffled by Pietro, incredibly fast. "Non, really? It's Poker...Angel say Remy says Angel's bad at playing. Are we playing for money?" The three brotherhood members trade looks before Pietro pushes a chair between him and Pyro out with one foot. "Aces are wild." Angel closes the short distance and tries to sit but misses the chair and lands on the floor, hard. "Ow..." "Brilliant move, mate." John gives her his hand nad helps her up as the cards are dealt. "Thank you, Johnny."
"You aren't happy that I turned fifteen, big brother? That movie's not good for you to watch..." Tara stops the VCR and removes the tape, staring at it. Toad snatches the tape from her hand and tosses it on the table. "Do you want something specific, Tara? Or just to drive me crazy? You really shouldn't be here....Angel, either." "Yes, I want something. My birthday present. Where is it? Under the couch? The table? your room? Kitty's room?" She takes off down the hall followed by a "hopping-mad" Toad. "Tara Toynbee! Get your ass bck here!!" "Where's my present?" Tara goes through all the drawers and the closet before beginning to jump on the bed. "Get down, Tadpole...Get off my bed and stand still if you want a present." No sooner then he finishes the words she falls off the bed to the floor, laying sitll. Toad blinks. "Not what I meant. Okay, um....present, present, present for a fifteen-year-old..." He looks around the room then walks to the closet, removing a box of tools. He gives it to her. "Happy Birthday." "Tools. Neat. Goooood murder weapons. Thank you ,Mortimer." Tara syas as she gets up and hugs him. Toad hugs her back then points to the door. "Now out of my room. "Okay, Morty!" *CRASH*
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"I'm Henry the eight, I am, I am. I got married to the widow next door. She's been married seven times and everyone was a widower. Second verse same as the first." Hank pouts some chemicals into a glass beaker and stares at it, singing. He remains like this for a few moments, then begins writing. "Three a.m. Singing does not affect the green liquid but hte purple moves. Combined they do nothing...Green is stronger then purple. I always knew it! They said I was crazy but I'll show them all---" His demonic laughter is cut off by the ringing of the phone. Hank clears his throat and answers calmly. "Charles Xavier's. Dr. Hank McCoy speaking..." "Beast, come get these children. Logan and the Cajun promised we'd never see them again!" "See who again?" Hank unwraps a twinkie, dips it in a beaker of liquid, and takes a bite. "The demon spawn. Those demon children are here.....and drunk. I demand that you come and get them. It's two in the friggin' morning!" Saber's voice is almost hysterical. "And what would the two angelic children be doing?" "Tara's passed out sleeping on the couch while Toad watches a movie and Angel's playing Poker with some 'friends'." In the background Pyro is heard. "I thought you were bad at Poker?" "I am. Bad Sober....no one will play me after alcohol, Johnny." Hank eats the rest of his twinkie and speaks with his mouth full. "I'll send Mogas and Demney to drab de kiddies...." He hands up the phone and drinks the mutated liquid. "Ah, kool-aid, my friend."
"Ohhhhh alcohol! Thank you, Hank. Thank you, Bobby." Angel leans up and hugs them both while Tara simply continues going through the box. "Twinkies and alcohol. Nice." "Where do you want us to pick you up at?"Hank questions, stopping the car at the downtown square where they were suppoused to meet their friends. "Uh.....we'll get someone else to take us home. We'd hate to take time away from your experiments,"Tara says, gathering up their 'presents' and getting out of the car; Angel follows. "Thanks again, Hank!" "Who was that? They were kind of blue and fuzzy....." Both jump visibly as Ryan, Luke, and another friend of theirs-Rachel comes up to them. "Uh....that would be our Uncle Hank. He's kind of a mutant,"Angel mumbles, knowing the news would thrill their friends. So far their friends thought the idea of having mutant friends was awesome; Tara wasn't sure how long it would last. "That's cool....what do you have?"Rachel asks while studying the bottle that Angel holds so tightly,"Alcohol? Oh, lord, so what are we going to do?" Ryan speaks up. "Didn't you say you wanted a tattoo, Angel? I can take you to a place where you can get one at your age if you have the money.." Angel smiles but Tara shakes her head. "Angel, no. You do not need a tattoo.....Rems would hit the roof!" "Good." Luke comes up beside Tara. "Well what do you want to do? Anything you want we can do....how often do you turn fifteen?" Silence for a moment. "Twice if you're reincardnated." "Right...." "What are we waiting for I want a tattoo.." "I want to go walking and get hit by a car..." "That's not funny, Tara." "Am I laughing?" "You scare me......."
"It wasn't even painful...well wait it was not it wasn't nah, it was but I searched for someone calm and used their emotion to get the tattoo,"Angel explains, taking another drink from her glass,"It hurt but I mean stealing others emotions of calm helps, right?" Luke, Ryan, Rachel, and Tara stare at her. "Huh?" "I jus thought about something. People say it's cold as hell. Hell's not cold so why do they say it? They should say it's cold as hell when it's hot, right?" Tara stares at the open notebook before her where she'd been scribbling something down. Luke stares at her. "Honey, how much have you drank?" She tilts the bottle up and looks well it was full and now there's nothing in it....Angel only drank a little because Ryan gave her vodka and she found orange juice. Most of the bottle?" "No more karaoke for you two or alcohol..." Tara hiccups. "Good. I was starting to feel sick anyway. I want to go see Uncle Kitty!" "Uncle Kitty?" "Yeah.....Angel help me draw a map to find Uncle Kitty's house,"Tara announces, beginning to scribble once more in the notebook. Angel gives no answer as she was busy with other matters. "But Angel you don't kiss that good for having kissed as many people as you claim, Ryan. Why not?" "You said you liked to kiss me, Angel." "Angel do..but you don't kiss that well. Angel wants to know why not?" The rustling then ripping of paper draws their attention away from the kissing conversation. "What are those?"Rachel questions, taking the poorly drawn scribbled might be a map page. "Directions." Tara drinks the rest of her glass then drinks the last of Angel's. "To what?" The answer is spoken by both Tara and Angel this time. "Uncle Kitty!"
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"Uncle Kitty! Uncle Kitty! Uncle Kitty!" Victor Creed opens the door and stares at the two teenagers standing on the other side, soaking wet. Tara and Angel look up at him. Crickets chirp in the background; a frog croaks. "Uncle Kitty!" Sabertooth backs away from the door but doesn't remember to shut the door. "Who at the door, Vicky?"Toad questions, hopping over to the door and peering out at the two. Tara's smile brightens and she throws her arms tightly around him, hugging him. "Hello, Morty! Guess what event happens on this glorian day?" "What? Get off me....you're wet and smell like alcohol." Toad pushes her away, then closes the door behind the two of them. There was no way he was letting his little sister and her friend walk around in the rain, especially not if they were drunk. "I'm fifteen now. Aren't you glad?" "Elastic....did you come here just to tell me that?" Toad stares at her as Victor moves off to finish eating his ice cream, sardine, and tuna fish sandwich. "Well, yes....but no and maybe, too."
Angel had now moved to the kitchen and was watching John, Pietro, and Piotr play cards. Her eyes stay glued to John a.k.a. Pyro's cards; he trades inn two cards. "You have a bad hand,"she points out,"Tens aren't good." John look at her for a moment then back to his cards. "You only have one shoe on..." Angel looks down at her feet, one bare, one covered with her boot. "I know. The other got lost in the snow." "It's now snowing." "Yet." "I could just melt the snow..." He continues playing cards throughout the conversation. Angel nods. "Angel say true. Bobby could bring it back, though." "Right again. Name's John, people call me Pyro,"he replies as all the carsd are laid down. "Angel, people call me Angel." Pietro stares at her a moment, transfixed. "Why?" "Dunno...it's my name? The big guy wins. Can I play?" "This isn't Go Fish, kid,"Piotr announces as the cards are being shuffled by Pietro, incredibly fast. "Non, really? It's Poker...Angel say Remy says Angel's bad at playing. Are we playing for money?" The three brotherhood members trade looks before Pietro pushes a chair between him and Pyro out with one foot. "Aces are wild." Angel closes the short distance and tries to sit but misses the chair and lands on the floor, hard. "Ow..." "Brilliant move, mate." John gives her his hand nad helps her up as the cards are dealt. "Thank you, Johnny."
"You aren't happy that I turned fifteen, big brother? That movie's not good for you to watch..." Tara stops the VCR and removes the tape, staring at it. Toad snatches the tape from her hand and tosses it on the table. "Do you want something specific, Tara? Or just to drive me crazy? You really shouldn't be here....Angel, either." "Yes, I want something. My birthday present. Where is it? Under the couch? The table? your room? Kitty's room?" She takes off down the hall followed by a "hopping-mad" Toad. "Tara Toynbee! Get your ass bck here!!" "Where's my present?" Tara goes through all the drawers and the closet before beginning to jump on the bed. "Get down, Tadpole...Get off my bed and stand still if you want a present." No sooner then he finishes the words she falls off the bed to the floor, laying sitll. Toad blinks. "Not what I meant. Okay, um....present, present, present for a fifteen-year-old..." He looks around the room then walks to the closet, removing a box of tools. He gives it to her. "Happy Birthday." "Tools. Neat. Goooood murder weapons. Thank you ,Mortimer." Tara syas as she gets up and hugs him. Toad hugs her back then points to the door. "Now out of my room. "Okay, Morty!" *CRASH*
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"I'm Henry the eight, I am, I am. I got married to the widow next door. She's been married seven times and everyone was a widower. Second verse same as the first." Hank pouts some chemicals into a glass beaker and stares at it, singing. He remains like this for a few moments, then begins writing. "Three a.m. Singing does not affect the green liquid but hte purple moves. Combined they do nothing...Green is stronger then purple. I always knew it! They said I was crazy but I'll show them all---" His demonic laughter is cut off by the ringing of the phone. Hank clears his throat and answers calmly. "Charles Xavier's. Dr. Hank McCoy speaking..." "Beast, come get these children. Logan and the Cajun promised we'd never see them again!" "See who again?" Hank unwraps a twinkie, dips it in a beaker of liquid, and takes a bite. "The demon spawn. Those demon children are here.....and drunk. I demand that you come and get them. It's two in the friggin' morning!" Saber's voice is almost hysterical. "And what would the two angelic children be doing?" "Tara's passed out sleeping on the couch while Toad watches a movie and Angel's playing Poker with some 'friends'." In the background Pyro is heard. "I thought you were bad at Poker?" "I am. Bad Sober....no one will play me after alcohol, Johnny." Hank eats the rest of his twinkie and speaks with his mouth full. "I'll send Mogas and Demney to drab de kiddies...." He hands up the phone and drinks the mutated liquid. "Ah, kool-aid, my friend."