I'm not too good at Mystique's personality. I haven't watched many
episodes, unfortunely. Enjoy.
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Katie looked around at the mess of the house. "My god. You guys live in a dump; no wonder you're evil." All four boys glared, making her blush as she realized what she said. "Sorry, it just slipped!"
Before any of them could reply, a snarl reached them. "Who's THAT?" Everyone whirled to see a tall girl with red fringed short hair and with a angered expression her face. Katie yelped as she realized she was starting to drift up.
"Wait! She can help us!" Lance yelled and Katie fell. Her knees buckled on impact and down she went into a crouch, then onto her butt. A small whimper rose from her throat as the pain ran through her body, being so unused to pain.
"Then who is she?" growled the strange teen. Pietro smirked.
"She's Katie. An illusionest mutant." Pietro explained. A sniffle brought everyone's attention back to Katie.
". Since you know who I am, who are you?" She asked, almost too quietly to be heard. The other girl heard for sure.
"Wanda." The aformentioned girl strode past the small group, and Katie noticed from the corner of her eye Toad smiling a bit stupidly at Wanda. Deciding to keep her mouth shut about that, the younger girl waited until Wanda was gone before speaking up.
"Er. Where can I sleep?" She blinked curiously at both Lance and Pietro, still as undecided as she was about who was the leader.
"First we have to see if Mystique thinks you're useful enough," Lance told her. "And it's just our luck she's coming in a bit to check up on us anyway." The name was unfamiler to the Canadian girl.
"Myst.mystic.. Mystique," She ran the word over her tongue a few times, mostly because she was scared she could not pronounce it as she couldn't pronounce other words. "Um. What's this. . . Mystique like?"
"Yo, depends on her mood," Todd grumbled, now finally having his tongue loosened by the absence of Wanda. Scratching her chin with a few flicking type movements Katie thought and yawned slightly. To anyone who didn't know her, Brotherhood included, she looked ready for a nap.
"Well, um, got anything to eat? I'm kinda hungry." She grinned sheepishly at them. Fred grinned.
"Finally, someone who also agrees with me that it's a good thing to have afterschool snacks!" He clapped his hands and turned to walk into the kitchen. Katie bowed quickly to the others and jogged after him, her stomach already rumbling.
"What do you usually have afterschool, Fred?" She asked him.
"Usually anything there is and lots of it." Compared to Fred, Katie seemed like a toy. She giggled, and clapped her hands.
"Oh, at home I usually have either a cookie or two, or muffins, or a piece of cake. I just love baking, so I always have goodies on hand. Maybe if I can stay, I'll buy. . ." Katie stopped in the middle of her sentence as she stared at the kitchen. "Er, first we'll have clean up first." She sweatdropped at the mess of the kitchen. Mold and god-knows-what-else grew all over the place, with unwashed dishes and messes of food spread around generously.
"Can we eat first?" Fred questioned, shifting slightly.
"Duh. I'm too starved to care about the kitchen right now." Without another word, she opened the fridge and searched around inside of I as if she was at home. Coming out with a couple of just barely fresh apples and a slice of pepperoni pizza, she grinned and commented, "Yum yum!" She bit into the pizza as she walked towards the table. Seating herself on one of the more clean chairs she gobbled down the food, slowing only to take a deep breath or two.
Fred grinned and sat on another chair with his food and gobbled it down. Once they finished, their eyes met and gave eachother a challenge. Katie grabbed a whole pizza and set it in between them. "First one to eat over half wins." Both dove in, shoving pizza in their mouths and reaching for another piece while still chewing on the rest of the last one. Just as they pulled away the third slice the door to the house slammed open. With the first bite of pizza in Katie's mouth and pizza near Fred's mouth, they stopped and stared.
"Is that her?" the Canadian spoke through a full mouth of pizza. Blob nodded. He set the pizza back into the box, and regretfully Katie put her own back in the box promising the slice silently that she'll come back. Still with the pizza bite in her mouth, Katie peeked out at the strange Mystique. The woman was nothing of what she imangined.
At a normal height of most adults, what was most unusual was the blue skin and contrasting red hair with a little yellow triangle on her forehead. The next most unusual thing was her pupiless eyes. An involuntary shrudder went through the thirteen year old. Everyone else stood there, even Wanda, but she looked quite bored with it all. Trying not to be noticed, Katie slipped into place at the back beside the bored girl.
"And we found someone who you might think is useful! Her name's Katie and she's an illusionest," Lance explained. Fred grinned happily.
"And she says she's a baker too!" A faint blush came over Katie's face as she heard Fred's happy exclamation.
"Then where is she?" The angered voice seemed full of tension, but wether positive or negative was hard to determine.
"Right beside me," Wanda said, looking as bored as ever. Her cover destroyed, the girl slipped into the front.
"A child? That's all you have?" Mystique glared at the boys and they backed away.
"So? Doesn't mean I'm useful!" Quickly she whipped off her hat and spun it as she did earlier, this time just until it could barely fit one man. "It's not as big as I can get it though." She squished it back into its original size and plopped it on her head. "I got other tricks too." With furtive glances she watched Mystique consider as she corrected her toque so the 'I.AM.CANADIAN' slogan was on the front.
"Why don't we test you out today? We're going to fight the X-Men in half an hour. . . Might as well see how much an advantage you give us. Do you have a battle outfit?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Well. . . It's not really a battle outfit. I used it for a show. My friend made it. . . I guess you could call it a battle outfit." Katie murmered. "But I gotta go to the warehouse to get it. . . and that's on the other side of the town. It'll take too long."
"Pietro, you're getting her battle outfit, got it? And any other belongings of hers." Mystique turned her back on them to leave. "Kady, you tell him where."
"Katie. With a t." She nodded slightly. A tenseness went into Mystique's figure. "Errr! Yeah, I'll tell Pietro where." She cowered and pressed herself into Fred slightly, biting her lip to stop from whimpering. The tensation disappeared as Mystique turned to leave, but not before saying, "Get ready for a good battle."
Katie could barely speak until the woman had closed the door, and then only to tell Pietro where the warehouse was and where she hid her stuff. Fred, in an effort to cheer the new girl up, told her that they still hadn't finished the contest. Surprisingly, she did seem a bit happier, and was glad to start it again.
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Katie looked at the day-to-day clothes on the floor of the bathroom. Now she wore a mostly black uniform. Her tanktop had a white triangle on the chest and a band a little over her stomach. Only triangles coming from under that band hid any of her stomach, yet most of it laid open, exposing her belly button. With fingerless gloves and the same kind of white band on the end of each one combined with her sunglasses with a radio transmitter over each ear gave her a look of a theif or someone dark. Her skintight pants were held up by a belt, and she had pointed high-heel boots. Now, her low ponytail was rearranged into a higher one and just barely brushed her neck where it had swept at her shoulder blades. A smile drifted onto her face.
"Oh Del, you've always outdone yourself. I still say this is not enough coverage though. . ." Shyly she crept out of the bathroom where she changed and walked down to where the boys were waiting for Todd and her. She tried not to be noticed but couldn't. Fred grinned at her and she smiled lightly at him. Just as the silence was about to make everyone insane, Todd jumped down.
"Ha ha! The Toad's in the house!" He winked at Wanda. "Perhaps in the bed with a certain lady too, yo!" For a reward of his cheekiness he was thrown at a wall magically. Katie raised an eyebrow.
"That looked like it hurt. . ." she murmered. Once Wanda looked away, Katie scrambled over to check if Todd wasn't dead. A stupid grin was plastered all over his face.
"Yo . . . Not only beautiful, but bad. . ." Well, at least he was okay. Before Wanda or the others noticed, she jumped back into place. They acted as if this happened daily; which it probaly did. She stepped into place beside Fred.
"What're we waiting for? For details?" The girl figeted beside Fred, trying to keep calm.
"Yeah. . . Mystique's probaly figurin' out something or other." He seemed bored with it all. She looked around at the teens around the room, looking like they've been thrown there. She leaned her back against the big guy's side and yawned. Last night was a bad one. Police cars were everywhere. . . And she still didn't know why, but hey, this was America and it was a bit different from Canada. Just as she got comfy, Fred moved when the door opened.
She stepped into place behind the others. Pietro seemed ready to run and his energy got to her. She felt ready! Mystique was just finishing telling them where this fight was to be. All the Canadian girl felt was the need to move.
"Right, boss lady! Even a slug can get there in less than five minutes; no prob for me." Pietro seemed exceptionally happy. Apparently, it was close by. They moved out and Mystique disappeared.
Katie felt odd. They were going to go fight and she didn't feel anything at all. Where were her peacemaking instincts, she wondered, but there was no time.
They were off to a fight.
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Katie looked around at the mess of the house. "My god. You guys live in a dump; no wonder you're evil." All four boys glared, making her blush as she realized what she said. "Sorry, it just slipped!"
Before any of them could reply, a snarl reached them. "Who's THAT?" Everyone whirled to see a tall girl with red fringed short hair and with a angered expression her face. Katie yelped as she realized she was starting to drift up.
"Wait! She can help us!" Lance yelled and Katie fell. Her knees buckled on impact and down she went into a crouch, then onto her butt. A small whimper rose from her throat as the pain ran through her body, being so unused to pain.
"Then who is she?" growled the strange teen. Pietro smirked.
"She's Katie. An illusionest mutant." Pietro explained. A sniffle brought everyone's attention back to Katie.
". Since you know who I am, who are you?" She asked, almost too quietly to be heard. The other girl heard for sure.
"Wanda." The aformentioned girl strode past the small group, and Katie noticed from the corner of her eye Toad smiling a bit stupidly at Wanda. Deciding to keep her mouth shut about that, the younger girl waited until Wanda was gone before speaking up.
"Er. Where can I sleep?" She blinked curiously at both Lance and Pietro, still as undecided as she was about who was the leader.
"First we have to see if Mystique thinks you're useful enough," Lance told her. "And it's just our luck she's coming in a bit to check up on us anyway." The name was unfamiler to the Canadian girl.
"Myst.mystic.. Mystique," She ran the word over her tongue a few times, mostly because she was scared she could not pronounce it as she couldn't pronounce other words. "Um. What's this. . . Mystique like?"
"Yo, depends on her mood," Todd grumbled, now finally having his tongue loosened by the absence of Wanda. Scratching her chin with a few flicking type movements Katie thought and yawned slightly. To anyone who didn't know her, Brotherhood included, she looked ready for a nap.
"Well, um, got anything to eat? I'm kinda hungry." She grinned sheepishly at them. Fred grinned.
"Finally, someone who also agrees with me that it's a good thing to have afterschool snacks!" He clapped his hands and turned to walk into the kitchen. Katie bowed quickly to the others and jogged after him, her stomach already rumbling.
"What do you usually have afterschool, Fred?" She asked him.
"Usually anything there is and lots of it." Compared to Fred, Katie seemed like a toy. She giggled, and clapped her hands.
"Oh, at home I usually have either a cookie or two, or muffins, or a piece of cake. I just love baking, so I always have goodies on hand. Maybe if I can stay, I'll buy. . ." Katie stopped in the middle of her sentence as she stared at the kitchen. "Er, first we'll have clean up first." She sweatdropped at the mess of the kitchen. Mold and god-knows-what-else grew all over the place, with unwashed dishes and messes of food spread around generously.
"Can we eat first?" Fred questioned, shifting slightly.
"Duh. I'm too starved to care about the kitchen right now." Without another word, she opened the fridge and searched around inside of I as if she was at home. Coming out with a couple of just barely fresh apples and a slice of pepperoni pizza, she grinned and commented, "Yum yum!" She bit into the pizza as she walked towards the table. Seating herself on one of the more clean chairs she gobbled down the food, slowing only to take a deep breath or two.
Fred grinned and sat on another chair with his food and gobbled it down. Once they finished, their eyes met and gave eachother a challenge. Katie grabbed a whole pizza and set it in between them. "First one to eat over half wins." Both dove in, shoving pizza in their mouths and reaching for another piece while still chewing on the rest of the last one. Just as they pulled away the third slice the door to the house slammed open. With the first bite of pizza in Katie's mouth and pizza near Fred's mouth, they stopped and stared.
"Is that her?" the Canadian spoke through a full mouth of pizza. Blob nodded. He set the pizza back into the box, and regretfully Katie put her own back in the box promising the slice silently that she'll come back. Still with the pizza bite in her mouth, Katie peeked out at the strange Mystique. The woman was nothing of what she imangined.
At a normal height of most adults, what was most unusual was the blue skin and contrasting red hair with a little yellow triangle on her forehead. The next most unusual thing was her pupiless eyes. An involuntary shrudder went through the thirteen year old. Everyone else stood there, even Wanda, but she looked quite bored with it all. Trying not to be noticed, Katie slipped into place at the back beside the bored girl.
"And we found someone who you might think is useful! Her name's Katie and she's an illusionest," Lance explained. Fred grinned happily.
"And she says she's a baker too!" A faint blush came over Katie's face as she heard Fred's happy exclamation.
"Then where is she?" The angered voice seemed full of tension, but wether positive or negative was hard to determine.
"Right beside me," Wanda said, looking as bored as ever. Her cover destroyed, the girl slipped into the front.
"A child? That's all you have?" Mystique glared at the boys and they backed away.
"So? Doesn't mean I'm useful!" Quickly she whipped off her hat and spun it as she did earlier, this time just until it could barely fit one man. "It's not as big as I can get it though." She squished it back into its original size and plopped it on her head. "I got other tricks too." With furtive glances she watched Mystique consider as she corrected her toque so the 'I.AM.CANADIAN' slogan was on the front.
"Why don't we test you out today? We're going to fight the X-Men in half an hour. . . Might as well see how much an advantage you give us. Do you have a battle outfit?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Well. . . It's not really a battle outfit. I used it for a show. My friend made it. . . I guess you could call it a battle outfit." Katie murmered. "But I gotta go to the warehouse to get it. . . and that's on the other side of the town. It'll take too long."
"Pietro, you're getting her battle outfit, got it? And any other belongings of hers." Mystique turned her back on them to leave. "Kady, you tell him where."
"Katie. With a t." She nodded slightly. A tenseness went into Mystique's figure. "Errr! Yeah, I'll tell Pietro where." She cowered and pressed herself into Fred slightly, biting her lip to stop from whimpering. The tensation disappeared as Mystique turned to leave, but not before saying, "Get ready for a good battle."
Katie could barely speak until the woman had closed the door, and then only to tell Pietro where the warehouse was and where she hid her stuff. Fred, in an effort to cheer the new girl up, told her that they still hadn't finished the contest. Surprisingly, she did seem a bit happier, and was glad to start it again.
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Katie looked at the day-to-day clothes on the floor of the bathroom. Now she wore a mostly black uniform. Her tanktop had a white triangle on the chest and a band a little over her stomach. Only triangles coming from under that band hid any of her stomach, yet most of it laid open, exposing her belly button. With fingerless gloves and the same kind of white band on the end of each one combined with her sunglasses with a radio transmitter over each ear gave her a look of a theif or someone dark. Her skintight pants were held up by a belt, and she had pointed high-heel boots. Now, her low ponytail was rearranged into a higher one and just barely brushed her neck where it had swept at her shoulder blades. A smile drifted onto her face.
"Oh Del, you've always outdone yourself. I still say this is not enough coverage though. . ." Shyly she crept out of the bathroom where she changed and walked down to where the boys were waiting for Todd and her. She tried not to be noticed but couldn't. Fred grinned at her and she smiled lightly at him. Just as the silence was about to make everyone insane, Todd jumped down.
"Ha ha! The Toad's in the house!" He winked at Wanda. "Perhaps in the bed with a certain lady too, yo!" For a reward of his cheekiness he was thrown at a wall magically. Katie raised an eyebrow.
"That looked like it hurt. . ." she murmered. Once Wanda looked away, Katie scrambled over to check if Todd wasn't dead. A stupid grin was plastered all over his face.
"Yo . . . Not only beautiful, but bad. . ." Well, at least he was okay. Before Wanda or the others noticed, she jumped back into place. They acted as if this happened daily; which it probaly did. She stepped into place beside Fred.
"What're we waiting for? For details?" The girl figeted beside Fred, trying to keep calm.
"Yeah. . . Mystique's probaly figurin' out something or other." He seemed bored with it all. She looked around at the teens around the room, looking like they've been thrown there. She leaned her back against the big guy's side and yawned. Last night was a bad one. Police cars were everywhere. . . And she still didn't know why, but hey, this was America and it was a bit different from Canada. Just as she got comfy, Fred moved when the door opened.
She stepped into place behind the others. Pietro seemed ready to run and his energy got to her. She felt ready! Mystique was just finishing telling them where this fight was to be. All the Canadian girl felt was the need to move.
"Right, boss lady! Even a slug can get there in less than five minutes; no prob for me." Pietro seemed exceptionally happy. Apparently, it was close by. They moved out and Mystique disappeared.
Katie felt odd. They were going to go fight and she didn't feel anything at all. Where were her peacemaking instincts, she wondered, but there was no time.
They were off to a fight.
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