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Lamptetia: I concur about our buddy Ronin. He is indeed. Logan may or may not go down that road with our favorite delinquent. Who knows? The creative juices move as they will and my muse is crazy, (don't tell her I said that) *gets angry looks from the muse* ok ok she's not crazy, I am.
The griffin: yet again, you come through and review for me. I love all my reviewers, especially other authors, but you were only one of two reviews for two chapters. So I decided to call you out. If you get called writers pet, I'm sorry.
Ok, I'm squeezing writing in with my visiting. I've never had to bottle creative juice and it's buggin the crap out of me so I'm moivn on and writing! It's a whole chapter on Lippoli. Sorry if you love Ronin as much as I do but I figure, hey why punish Lippoli? There's no good reason. So I am writing a WHOLE chapter on him! yay! Here we go.
Ever watchful Tigereyes
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Ronin's departure wasn't as stealthy as he had wanted it to be for Logan wasn't the only one aware of his "escape".
Of course, the Professor knew his plans all along, but he did nothing. Xavier was a kind man, and had it in his head that people should be free to make their own decisions, whether they were right or wrong, they were that person's to make. So, as the bike sped away, the Professor sat in his office praying silently for the boy's safety.
Lippoli was also aware of his brother's absence, though subconsciously. His dreams shifted from food and women, to his brother's thoughts. Lippoli saw through Ronin's eyes as he discovered his destiny. Lippoli tossed and turned in his fitful sleep and felt no more rested than when he drifted off once he sat up in a cold sweat.
Breathing hard, he frantically searched his room for Ronin.
There was no one there. He couldn't even sense him, something that he learned from being around Ronin. With a heave of a sigh, he hefted himself down the stairs and around the massive grounds, searching for his brother.
He found himself at the Professor's office door, the lights spilling out of a crack at the bottom of the door. He held his fist up to knock, but paused. He sighed again and let his hand drop. This was not what he wanted. He wanted to find Ronin on his own.
'Ronin wouldn't have taken any help from anyone. I won't either.' He thought determinedly.
'But is that what you really want?' the Professor's wise voice chimed in his head. Lippoli smiled. The fact that the wily old man could read minds had escaped him and he was silly to forget it.
Lippoli took the Professor's interjection as an invitation to enter and he opened the door.
The Professor sat, as always, in his wheelchair behind that fine wooden desk of his. A knowing smile on his face, Xavier motioned for Lippoli to sit. Thunder rolled in the distance and rain began to beat down steadily against the windowpane.
"Ronin's gone," Lippoli said with an air of sadness in his voice.
"I know. He felt that it was important matter and couldn't be left unattended," Xavier said folding his hands on his desk.
"But why didn't he tell me. I wouldn't have stopped him?" Lippoli said sitting in the chair he sat in not a week earlier.
"Would you have? I have a feeling that you would have wanted to keep him here or at least follow him. He felt he was a danger to us, though I can not see why yet," Xavier said rubbing his chin in deep thought.
The dream that Lippoli had came roaring back like a wall of floodwater. Lippoli's mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. "That dream, oh my god, he thinks he's going to cause the apocalypse!"
Xavier looked surprised, well, as surprised as anyone's ever seen him. Eyebrows arched in and mouth slightly open, Charles Xavier was silent.
"How do you know this, Lippoli?" he questioned gently.
"A dream, only it wasn't. I saw Ronin looking at a book in the library and he read about this dragon, then he was all surprised and then he called someone and- and I don't remember any more of it," Lippoli said, closing his eyes to remember.
"Then we have some work to do," Xavier said sternly, wheeling to the door and down the hall.
Lippoli didn't give the old man much of a head start; he was on his tail faster than you could blink. Xavier moved with an efficiency that would have challenged a person with fully functional legs. Lippoli was practically sprinting by the time that they reached the hidden elevator. The wall slid back silently and Lippoli stepped in after Xavier and the door slid shut just as noiselessly. Xavier's eyes were closed and Lippoli was positive that he was calling the others to meet them somewhere.
"Lippoli, what do you know of this prophecy?" Xavier inquired as the door slid open.
"Not any more than what I told you," Lippoli said following him down a long hallway. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. All of the walls were a cold stainless steel and all of the lighting was florescent. There were doors with an 'x' every 20 steps or so. Lippoli followed Xavier into one of them and several others waited for them.
There were seven people awaiting him. Bobby and St. John were leaning casually against a wall. Rogue, Bobby's girlfriend (and also one of the girls who questioned Ronin without Bobby's knowledge, Logan, Scott and his fiancée Jean sat next to one another at a table, and another one of the teachers, Ororo Monroe. Iceman, Pyro, Rogue, Wolverine, Cyclops, Jean and Storm respectively. Lippoli didn't officially know most of them, but he knew of them. Bobby and St. John motioned for him to stand with them and he made his way over to them.
"We have a problem," Xavier said rolling up to the table. "Ronin, Lippoli's brother, went away earlier tonight. He had a notion-" Lippoli shot him a sidelong look- "feeling that he is the going be the cause of a cataclysmic event."
Scott's eyebrow shot up in a smirk. "Cataclysmic event? What he's going to cause a big car accident with that expensive motorcycle of his?"
Lippoli shot him a look of pure evil, eyes flashing in a challenge, but fading back to purple. He had more control than his brother with his anger.
"That attitude is not the kind that we need, Scott. Lippoli, are you familiar with using the internet?" Xavier asked.
It was all Lippoli could do to keep from laughing out loud.
"I'm familiar with it," Lippoli said with a smile.
"Good, would you go and try to find out anything to do with what you saw?"
Lippoli nodded and left, the doors closed soundlessly behind him.
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Xavier waited until Lippoli had gone and he turned to the other inhabitants in the room.
"Lippoli believes that Ronin's lack of control is linked with some spirit inside of him. He's desperate to find him. I feel that we should help him," Xavier said.
'I knew that fight wasn't normal. Hell, I'm not getting into this, am I?' Logan thought to himself.
"I'm in," Bobby said.
"As am I," St. John piped in.
"If it's for his brother, so am I," Logan said quietly.
"Even if I think this is the largest load of crap ever, I'm not going to let Lippoli wander alone. I guess I'm in too." Scott said reluctantly.
"It's settled then. He needs to believe that it is that spirit. I think that he's in a sort of denial. I do not see the reasoning why though. Are we understood?"
Everyone nodded and a conversation on the plans ensued.
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Lamptetia: I concur about our buddy Ronin. He is indeed. Logan may or may not go down that road with our favorite delinquent. Who knows? The creative juices move as they will and my muse is crazy, (don't tell her I said that) *gets angry looks from the muse* ok ok she's not crazy, I am.
The griffin: yet again, you come through and review for me. I love all my reviewers, especially other authors, but you were only one of two reviews for two chapters. So I decided to call you out. If you get called writers pet, I'm sorry.
Ok, I'm squeezing writing in with my visiting. I've never had to bottle creative juice and it's buggin the crap out of me so I'm moivn on and writing! It's a whole chapter on Lippoli. Sorry if you love Ronin as much as I do but I figure, hey why punish Lippoli? There's no good reason. So I am writing a WHOLE chapter on him! yay! Here we go.
Ever watchful Tigereyes
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Ronin's departure wasn't as stealthy as he had wanted it to be for Logan wasn't the only one aware of his "escape".
Of course, the Professor knew his plans all along, but he did nothing. Xavier was a kind man, and had it in his head that people should be free to make their own decisions, whether they were right or wrong, they were that person's to make. So, as the bike sped away, the Professor sat in his office praying silently for the boy's safety.
Lippoli was also aware of his brother's absence, though subconsciously. His dreams shifted from food and women, to his brother's thoughts. Lippoli saw through Ronin's eyes as he discovered his destiny. Lippoli tossed and turned in his fitful sleep and felt no more rested than when he drifted off once he sat up in a cold sweat.
Breathing hard, he frantically searched his room for Ronin.
There was no one there. He couldn't even sense him, something that he learned from being around Ronin. With a heave of a sigh, he hefted himself down the stairs and around the massive grounds, searching for his brother.
He found himself at the Professor's office door, the lights spilling out of a crack at the bottom of the door. He held his fist up to knock, but paused. He sighed again and let his hand drop. This was not what he wanted. He wanted to find Ronin on his own.
'Ronin wouldn't have taken any help from anyone. I won't either.' He thought determinedly.
'But is that what you really want?' the Professor's wise voice chimed in his head. Lippoli smiled. The fact that the wily old man could read minds had escaped him and he was silly to forget it.
Lippoli took the Professor's interjection as an invitation to enter and he opened the door.
The Professor sat, as always, in his wheelchair behind that fine wooden desk of his. A knowing smile on his face, Xavier motioned for Lippoli to sit. Thunder rolled in the distance and rain began to beat down steadily against the windowpane.
"Ronin's gone," Lippoli said with an air of sadness in his voice.
"I know. He felt that it was important matter and couldn't be left unattended," Xavier said folding his hands on his desk.
"But why didn't he tell me. I wouldn't have stopped him?" Lippoli said sitting in the chair he sat in not a week earlier.
"Would you have? I have a feeling that you would have wanted to keep him here or at least follow him. He felt he was a danger to us, though I can not see why yet," Xavier said rubbing his chin in deep thought.
The dream that Lippoli had came roaring back like a wall of floodwater. Lippoli's mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. "That dream, oh my god, he thinks he's going to cause the apocalypse!"
Xavier looked surprised, well, as surprised as anyone's ever seen him. Eyebrows arched in and mouth slightly open, Charles Xavier was silent.
"How do you know this, Lippoli?" he questioned gently.
"A dream, only it wasn't. I saw Ronin looking at a book in the library and he read about this dragon, then he was all surprised and then he called someone and- and I don't remember any more of it," Lippoli said, closing his eyes to remember.
"Then we have some work to do," Xavier said sternly, wheeling to the door and down the hall.
Lippoli didn't give the old man much of a head start; he was on his tail faster than you could blink. Xavier moved with an efficiency that would have challenged a person with fully functional legs. Lippoli was practically sprinting by the time that they reached the hidden elevator. The wall slid back silently and Lippoli stepped in after Xavier and the door slid shut just as noiselessly. Xavier's eyes were closed and Lippoli was positive that he was calling the others to meet them somewhere.
"Lippoli, what do you know of this prophecy?" Xavier inquired as the door slid open.
"Not any more than what I told you," Lippoli said following him down a long hallway. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. All of the walls were a cold stainless steel and all of the lighting was florescent. There were doors with an 'x' every 20 steps or so. Lippoli followed Xavier into one of them and several others waited for them.
There were seven people awaiting him. Bobby and St. John were leaning casually against a wall. Rogue, Bobby's girlfriend (and also one of the girls who questioned Ronin without Bobby's knowledge, Logan, Scott and his fiancée Jean sat next to one another at a table, and another one of the teachers, Ororo Monroe. Iceman, Pyro, Rogue, Wolverine, Cyclops, Jean and Storm respectively. Lippoli didn't officially know most of them, but he knew of them. Bobby and St. John motioned for him to stand with them and he made his way over to them.
"We have a problem," Xavier said rolling up to the table. "Ronin, Lippoli's brother, went away earlier tonight. He had a notion-" Lippoli shot him a sidelong look- "feeling that he is the going be the cause of a cataclysmic event."
Scott's eyebrow shot up in a smirk. "Cataclysmic event? What he's going to cause a big car accident with that expensive motorcycle of his?"
Lippoli shot him a look of pure evil, eyes flashing in a challenge, but fading back to purple. He had more control than his brother with his anger.
"That attitude is not the kind that we need, Scott. Lippoli, are you familiar with using the internet?" Xavier asked.
It was all Lippoli could do to keep from laughing out loud.
"I'm familiar with it," Lippoli said with a smile.
"Good, would you go and try to find out anything to do with what you saw?"
Lippoli nodded and left, the doors closed soundlessly behind him.
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Xavier waited until Lippoli had gone and he turned to the other inhabitants in the room.
"Lippoli believes that Ronin's lack of control is linked with some spirit inside of him. He's desperate to find him. I feel that we should help him," Xavier said.
'I knew that fight wasn't normal. Hell, I'm not getting into this, am I?' Logan thought to himself.
"I'm in," Bobby said.
"As am I," St. John piped in.
"If it's for his brother, so am I," Logan said quietly.
"Even if I think this is the largest load of crap ever, I'm not going to let Lippoli wander alone. I guess I'm in too." Scott said reluctantly.
"It's settled then. He needs to believe that it is that spirit. I think that he's in a sort of denial. I do not see the reasoning why though. Are we understood?"
Everyone nodded and a conversation on the plans ensued.
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