Royal Flush 6
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Disclaimer: I've got a dungeon masters guide, I've got a twelve sided die, I've got Kitty Pryde, and Nightcrawler too.
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Review Responses:
Aro- Updating.
Ishandahalf- *clutches pictures of Remy to her chest* MINE! ALL MINE! MWAHAHAHAHA! *laughs and says, in a German accent* I didn't know zhat zhat vas a sex position! Only Kat would get it. But, meh.
Rogue77- Tabitha is evil, yes, but in a good way. Snow sucks. Yeah, she is. I deleted a scene where I announced that she was dating him. Yeah, she is. But I said that already.
Fantasy-dreamer88- Of course I'm gonna keep going! Only. *counts* Four more chapters left! *cries* Well. On with the show.
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August 5th, 7:30 AM. Everyone was up, even though it was a Saturday.
"Fer tha last tahme, Jean, Ah will not wear that hideous pink dress!" Rogue yelled down the hall.
"It's my wedding, so you will!" She yelled back. Rogue smiled evily.
"Fahne! Be that way! But one question, how could ya NOT supply gloves?"
"EERGH!" Jean slammed the door and Rogue kicked the door hard.
"What's the matter Rogue, my fellow X-Man?" Bobby asked cheerfully as he walked around the corner, wearing his X-Men suit proudly.
"Drake, change outta that. Get inta your suit. Ah have ta deal with this. this. dress!" She held the dress for Bobby to see.
"Ew! Man, Jean makes you wear the ugliest stuff! How can you stand it?"
"Simple," Rogue replied. "It's called Rit," She then left Bobby to ponder this.
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"I'm the maid of honor! I'm the maid of honor!" Kitty was skipping around happily.
"Kitty, that means you have ta dance with Alex, ya know."
"Rogue! Get out of that bathroom before I come in!" Kitty called through the door. The door opened showing Rogue in her underwear. She pointed her brush at Kitty.
"Jus' drainin' tha sink. An' gimme ta hair dryer!"
"Why? Your hair like, isn't wet."
"Well, this is," Rogue held out a black lump of cloth.
"Woah, like, what is that thing?" Kitty wrinkled her nose.
"You'll find out if ya give meh tha hair dryer."
"Okay, okay, here it is. Like, chill out," Kitty handed Rogue the hair dryer.
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Forty five minutes later, Rogue stood in front of the mirror wearing a formerly pink dress. With a low cut spaghetti straps, slanted skirt and a fine mesh skirt over the slanted skirt, Rogue thought it looked much better black than the original pink. Slipping on her boots and long gloves, Rogue walked out the door, but not before pulling Remy's trenchcoat on over, as so not to ruin the surprise before the wedding pictures.
As it happened to be, every single X-Man or New Recruit wa sin the wedding party. Kitty was the maid of honor, same with Ororo. Alex was the best man, Xavier was playing the role of Jean's father because her father had unfortunately died earlier that year from un-known reasons. Logan, Hank, Kurt and Bobby were all grooms men. Rogue, Tabby, Riche, Bri and Salem were brides maids. Amara was the flower girl, Sam , ray and Roberto were the ushers, and Jamie was the ring bearer, who insisted on wearing a separate gold ring on a chain around his neck.
The pictures went without a hitch, as Rogue was near the back and claimed she was cold so she didn't need to take off her coat until the picture was snapped.
And everyone was too preoccupied watching the isle to notice Rogue's black dress. She waited patiently, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. She saw Taryn, Arcade, Jason, Clare, Andrea, Duncan, the Brotherhood and Mystique, in Principle Darkholme guise. This made her tense up quite a bit. Rogue even had to laugh a bit when Jamie came down the isle and tripped, causing three clones to spill out of him. Oh, yes, everything was fine. The organ began to play 'Here comes the Bride,' and Jean appeared. Scott had to fight every bone in his body not to look back at her. Kurt had warned him about wedding superstisions. Suddenly, Jean's smiling mouth disappeared, leaving a big 'O' in it's place.
~Jean, what's wrong?!~
~Sorry Profesor, it's just that--~
~You may call me Charles now, as you are no longer a child.~
~That's a sad thought. But it's just that, look at Rogue.~
~Why? What's--~ Professor Xavier stopped shortly. ~I see. Rogue!~
~Jean's skirt an' top are two different shades o' white.~ Hearing Rogue's thoughts, Jean looked down. She was right.
~Rogue!~ Jean yelled telepathically.
~What am Ah in trouble fer now? Thinkin' too loud for you?~ She shot.
~Your dress! You ruined your dress! With stripper boots on too! I can't believe you!~ Jean was at the alter now.
~Ah said it before, you didn't supply meh with gloves, an' Kitty said these gloves din'n work with tha color pink. An' ta quote with one of Kitty's favorite movies: 'If ya can't work with the fabric, change it!~
~What is taking Jean so long? Is she having second thoughts about this? Jean, say I do! Now! Come on! ~ Scott's voice joined the conversation.
"Ooh, uh, I do," Jean said as everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"You may kiss the bride," Rogue rolled her eyes as Scott lifted up Jean's vail and kissed her deeply. The hall burst into applause. 'Yeah, real romantic. Come on people!' Rogue thought bitterly.
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Later that night, at the reception, Jean had finally give Rogue a piece of her mind about the dress. Not like Rogue was listening. At all. She was preoccupied looking at a man looming against the wall.
"Um, Jean, shut the fuck up and go dance," Rogue just walked towards the wall.
"Shiela?" A familiar voice asked.
"John?" She asked, surprised he came.
"Good ta see ya again," The pyromaniac then swept her into a careful hug.
"Chere, y' better not be cheatin' on Remy wit dat pyro," Remy's voice came from behind her shoulder.
"Remy!" She let go of St. John and hugged Remy.
"Y' 18 yet?" He whispered into her hair.
"Not yet. One month," She told him.
"Um, Rogue, can I like, talk to you for a minute, like, in private?" Kitty said, tugging on Rogue's forearm.
"Yeah, sure, Ah'll be back you two," Rogue waved back as Kitty tugged her in the direction of the bathroom.
After opening the bathroom door, and making sure no one was in it, Kitty ushered Rogue into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
"Why'd ya lock it, Kitty?" Rogue asked, looking at her companion. Kitty then began to laugh, and evil laugh. Then she began to change. She grew taller, and blue. Rogue gasped.
"Is that how you treat your own mother?"
"You ain't mah mother. An' ya nevah will!" Rogue began storming out the door, but Mystique caught her by the arm.
"You're not going anywhere, darling. You sit here, and you listen to me," Mystique threw Rogue back on to the bench. "You've ruined it! All of it! Ever wonder why I tried to stop you from joining the X-Men? And I've heard what they've done to you," Mystique put her finger where Logan's middle caw went. "You should have stuck with me. But no, your attraction to the Summers boy interfered. And look were it brought you! To his wedding! And look who's not the bride! Sure as hell it's not Marie. No, never Marie. It will never be you. No one wants anyone they can't touch. NO ONE!" Mystique practically screamed the last part. A knock on the door.
"Chere, y' all right in dere?" Remy's voice came through the door. Rogue was about to shout back 'No! Ah'm not! Mystique's in here! Help!' but the blue lady in question shoved her gloved hand over Rogue's mouth before transforming into Rogue.
"Yeah, everythang's all right Remy. Don' worry 'bout it," Rogue frowned hearing Mystique use her voice.
"Okay, Remy'll be out dancin'," Mystique transformed back into herself.
"Now watch while I go break his little heart," Mystique then slammed Rogue into the stall, transformed back into Rogue, unlocked the door and slipped out, she then locked the door from the outside.
"Shake et baby, yah!" Kurt called out to Amanda.
"Kurt, you're like, such a cut-up!" Kitty laughed as she danced by with Lance.
"That's why I love about him, besides his blue fuzzyness," Amanda grinned.
"Can-this-music-go-any-faster?" Pietro complained.
"Faster? Pie, it's plenty fast," Salem winked.
"But--" He was about to protest but Tabby placed her hand in front of Pietro's mouth.
"Or I'll get Wanda," Tabby said, grinning at Salem.
"Yo, Schnookums, ya wanna dance?" Todd hopped around Wanda. Shooting a look at Todd, Wanda smiled as the light bulbs flickered.
"Fine, I'll go c heck out the other fine ladies. But I'll be back," Todd bounced off.
"Bobby, come dance with me, please?" Bri whinned.
"I'm busy chilling out with the X-Men," Bobby stressed the word X-Men.
"Drake, go dance with Bri. Hmm, that's a good idea. I need some cheese. Hanky, you up for some?" Logan asked. Hank nodded and walked off with Logan, leaving Bobby and Bri alone.
"Bobby, please?"
"Hey, look over there. Look's like Rogue's yelling at Gambit," Bobby pointed to the corner where Rogue and Remy stood.
"What d' y' mean, chere?" Remy asked, looking taken aback.
"Ah mean you an' Belladonna. You've been cheatin' on meh! An' Ah was so happy, meetin' someone Ah could touch, but you jus' go an ruin it all. Ah can neva trust you again. For all Ah know, you could be STD positive," Mystique smiled inwardly. She had done this before to Rogue, but this way was so much better.
"Remy tol' y he didn'," This was odd. Rogue would never verbally abuse him like this.
"Listen here, Gambit," Mystique spat out his name like it was a curse. "It's ovah. Git ovah it!" She turned on her heel and left, leaving Remy there in a stupor.
"Mage, what's wrong?" John walked over to Remy with two beers in his hands.
"Somethin' tells Remy dat dat wasn't his Chere."
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Disclaimer: I've got a dungeon masters guide, I've got a twelve sided die, I've got Kitty Pryde, and Nightcrawler too.
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Review Responses:
Aro- Updating.
Ishandahalf- *clutches pictures of Remy to her chest* MINE! ALL MINE! MWAHAHAHAHA! *laughs and says, in a German accent* I didn't know zhat zhat vas a sex position! Only Kat would get it. But, meh.
Rogue77- Tabitha is evil, yes, but in a good way. Snow sucks. Yeah, she is. I deleted a scene where I announced that she was dating him. Yeah, she is. But I said that already.
Fantasy-dreamer88- Of course I'm gonna keep going! Only. *counts* Four more chapters left! *cries* Well. On with the show.
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August 5th, 7:30 AM. Everyone was up, even though it was a Saturday.
"Fer tha last tahme, Jean, Ah will not wear that hideous pink dress!" Rogue yelled down the hall.
"It's my wedding, so you will!" She yelled back. Rogue smiled evily.
"Fahne! Be that way! But one question, how could ya NOT supply gloves?"
"EERGH!" Jean slammed the door and Rogue kicked the door hard.
"What's the matter Rogue, my fellow X-Man?" Bobby asked cheerfully as he walked around the corner, wearing his X-Men suit proudly.
"Drake, change outta that. Get inta your suit. Ah have ta deal with this. this. dress!" She held the dress for Bobby to see.
"Ew! Man, Jean makes you wear the ugliest stuff! How can you stand it?"
"Simple," Rogue replied. "It's called Rit," She then left Bobby to ponder this.
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"I'm the maid of honor! I'm the maid of honor!" Kitty was skipping around happily.
"Kitty, that means you have ta dance with Alex, ya know."
"Rogue! Get out of that bathroom before I come in!" Kitty called through the door. The door opened showing Rogue in her underwear. She pointed her brush at Kitty.
"Jus' drainin' tha sink. An' gimme ta hair dryer!"
"Why? Your hair like, isn't wet."
"Well, this is," Rogue held out a black lump of cloth.
"Woah, like, what is that thing?" Kitty wrinkled her nose.
"You'll find out if ya give meh tha hair dryer."
"Okay, okay, here it is. Like, chill out," Kitty handed Rogue the hair dryer.
~
Forty five minutes later, Rogue stood in front of the mirror wearing a formerly pink dress. With a low cut spaghetti straps, slanted skirt and a fine mesh skirt over the slanted skirt, Rogue thought it looked much better black than the original pink. Slipping on her boots and long gloves, Rogue walked out the door, but not before pulling Remy's trenchcoat on over, as so not to ruin the surprise before the wedding pictures.
As it happened to be, every single X-Man or New Recruit wa sin the wedding party. Kitty was the maid of honor, same with Ororo. Alex was the best man, Xavier was playing the role of Jean's father because her father had unfortunately died earlier that year from un-known reasons. Logan, Hank, Kurt and Bobby were all grooms men. Rogue, Tabby, Riche, Bri and Salem were brides maids. Amara was the flower girl, Sam , ray and Roberto were the ushers, and Jamie was the ring bearer, who insisted on wearing a separate gold ring on a chain around his neck.
The pictures went without a hitch, as Rogue was near the back and claimed she was cold so she didn't need to take off her coat until the picture was snapped.
And everyone was too preoccupied watching the isle to notice Rogue's black dress. She waited patiently, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. She saw Taryn, Arcade, Jason, Clare, Andrea, Duncan, the Brotherhood and Mystique, in Principle Darkholme guise. This made her tense up quite a bit. Rogue even had to laugh a bit when Jamie came down the isle and tripped, causing three clones to spill out of him. Oh, yes, everything was fine. The organ began to play 'Here comes the Bride,' and Jean appeared. Scott had to fight every bone in his body not to look back at her. Kurt had warned him about wedding superstisions. Suddenly, Jean's smiling mouth disappeared, leaving a big 'O' in it's place.
~Jean, what's wrong?!~
~Sorry Profesor, it's just that--~
~You may call me Charles now, as you are no longer a child.~
~That's a sad thought. But it's just that, look at Rogue.~
~Why? What's--~ Professor Xavier stopped shortly. ~I see. Rogue!~
~Jean's skirt an' top are two different shades o' white.~ Hearing Rogue's thoughts, Jean looked down. She was right.
~Rogue!~ Jean yelled telepathically.
~What am Ah in trouble fer now? Thinkin' too loud for you?~ She shot.
~Your dress! You ruined your dress! With stripper boots on too! I can't believe you!~ Jean was at the alter now.
~Ah said it before, you didn't supply meh with gloves, an' Kitty said these gloves din'n work with tha color pink. An' ta quote with one of Kitty's favorite movies: 'If ya can't work with the fabric, change it!~
~What is taking Jean so long? Is she having second thoughts about this? Jean, say I do! Now! Come on! ~ Scott's voice joined the conversation.
"Ooh, uh, I do," Jean said as everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"You may kiss the bride," Rogue rolled her eyes as Scott lifted up Jean's vail and kissed her deeply. The hall burst into applause. 'Yeah, real romantic. Come on people!' Rogue thought bitterly.
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Later that night, at the reception, Jean had finally give Rogue a piece of her mind about the dress. Not like Rogue was listening. At all. She was preoccupied looking at a man looming against the wall.
"Um, Jean, shut the fuck up and go dance," Rogue just walked towards the wall.
"Shiela?" A familiar voice asked.
"John?" She asked, surprised he came.
"Good ta see ya again," The pyromaniac then swept her into a careful hug.
"Chere, y' better not be cheatin' on Remy wit dat pyro," Remy's voice came from behind her shoulder.
"Remy!" She let go of St. John and hugged Remy.
"Y' 18 yet?" He whispered into her hair.
"Not yet. One month," She told him.
"Um, Rogue, can I like, talk to you for a minute, like, in private?" Kitty said, tugging on Rogue's forearm.
"Yeah, sure, Ah'll be back you two," Rogue waved back as Kitty tugged her in the direction of the bathroom.
After opening the bathroom door, and making sure no one was in it, Kitty ushered Rogue into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
"Why'd ya lock it, Kitty?" Rogue asked, looking at her companion. Kitty then began to laugh, and evil laugh. Then she began to change. She grew taller, and blue. Rogue gasped.
"Is that how you treat your own mother?"
"You ain't mah mother. An' ya nevah will!" Rogue began storming out the door, but Mystique caught her by the arm.
"You're not going anywhere, darling. You sit here, and you listen to me," Mystique threw Rogue back on to the bench. "You've ruined it! All of it! Ever wonder why I tried to stop you from joining the X-Men? And I've heard what they've done to you," Mystique put her finger where Logan's middle caw went. "You should have stuck with me. But no, your attraction to the Summers boy interfered. And look were it brought you! To his wedding! And look who's not the bride! Sure as hell it's not Marie. No, never Marie. It will never be you. No one wants anyone they can't touch. NO ONE!" Mystique practically screamed the last part. A knock on the door.
"Chere, y' all right in dere?" Remy's voice came through the door. Rogue was about to shout back 'No! Ah'm not! Mystique's in here! Help!' but the blue lady in question shoved her gloved hand over Rogue's mouth before transforming into Rogue.
"Yeah, everythang's all right Remy. Don' worry 'bout it," Rogue frowned hearing Mystique use her voice.
"Okay, Remy'll be out dancin'," Mystique transformed back into herself.
"Now watch while I go break his little heart," Mystique then slammed Rogue into the stall, transformed back into Rogue, unlocked the door and slipped out, she then locked the door from the outside.
"Shake et baby, yah!" Kurt called out to Amanda.
"Kurt, you're like, such a cut-up!" Kitty laughed as she danced by with Lance.
"That's why I love about him, besides his blue fuzzyness," Amanda grinned.
"Can-this-music-go-any-faster?" Pietro complained.
"Faster? Pie, it's plenty fast," Salem winked.
"But--" He was about to protest but Tabby placed her hand in front of Pietro's mouth.
"Or I'll get Wanda," Tabby said, grinning at Salem.
"Yo, Schnookums, ya wanna dance?" Todd hopped around Wanda. Shooting a look at Todd, Wanda smiled as the light bulbs flickered.
"Fine, I'll go c heck out the other fine ladies. But I'll be back," Todd bounced off.
"Bobby, come dance with me, please?" Bri whinned.
"I'm busy chilling out with the X-Men," Bobby stressed the word X-Men.
"Drake, go dance with Bri. Hmm, that's a good idea. I need some cheese. Hanky, you up for some?" Logan asked. Hank nodded and walked off with Logan, leaving Bobby and Bri alone.
"Bobby, please?"
"Hey, look over there. Look's like Rogue's yelling at Gambit," Bobby pointed to the corner where Rogue and Remy stood.
"What d' y' mean, chere?" Remy asked, looking taken aback.
"Ah mean you an' Belladonna. You've been cheatin' on meh! An' Ah was so happy, meetin' someone Ah could touch, but you jus' go an ruin it all. Ah can neva trust you again. For all Ah know, you could be STD positive," Mystique smiled inwardly. She had done this before to Rogue, but this way was so much better.
"Remy tol' y he didn'," This was odd. Rogue would never verbally abuse him like this.
"Listen here, Gambit," Mystique spat out his name like it was a curse. "It's ovah. Git ovah it!" She turned on her heel and left, leaving Remy there in a stupor.
"Mage, what's wrong?" John walked over to Remy with two beers in his hands.
"Somethin' tells Remy dat dat wasn't his Chere."