Okay, I figured it out! Teleporters are only trapable when they can't
teleport. I have Shagreens old staff. Perhaps that will work. *laughs
maniacally* On with the show.
Note: -thoughts-
-Those two girls. How can they be so... so...- I nearly screamed thinking about it. Sure I liked them both. They, at least, payed some attention to me. Albeit I didn't want any... romantic... attention from either of them. I mean, sure it'd be nice, but I was going to be a priest, not some lackadaisical... Salonlowe! Not like my father. "Mik?" Marie rapped gently on my door, shaking me out of my self pity. "Ah'm sorry Ah upset you. Ah didn't mean to." I got up and opened the door. She had a half eaten granola bar in hand along with a chocolate cookie. "There's milk on the table," she said. I knew right away what she was up to. "What kind of breakfast is that?" I asked, half smiling. "The kind Ah'm havin' since Ah can't cook," she replied. I'm maybe the only one on our team who enjoys cooking. "Well I have to keep you both from straving I suppose." I said following her to the kitchen. "If Talia were here, she'd say it," Cal began, clearing her throat, "It lives." "Ha. Ha. Cal, are you really bent on taking my sister's palce?" I asked, taking a frying pan out from under the cupboard. "Not really. Just filling the void." She replied. "I see sarcasm is wasted on you." I said cracking some eggs into the pan I had put on the stove with my tail. "Always has been," she replied. "Cooking for me too?" "That thought had crossed my mind." I said as the door creaked open. Professer Summers trudged in, sat at the table, head in his hands and mumbled something that could have been a greeting. "Sleep well Professuh?" Marie asked. He muttered something incoherent to them, but not to me. "She's only making conversation. I think it has something to do with having a life, but I don't suppose I'd know anything about that." I said, not bitterly this time, but jokingly. "Oooh! Point for Mik! Good job." Cal said patting me on the back. "Ah didn't know you had it in you." Marie said. The prof. muttered something about his wife and trudged away. The three of us laughed. "The eggs should be ready by the time Rogue's finished with Tom and Chris," I said. The girls chatted about all manner of frivolous things while they waited. "Eggs are done." I said. About the same time, Tom and Chris came up from the Danger Room. Both were in terrible moods and neither was talking to the other. "What fun this'll be." I heard Marie mutter.
*laughs manically* My that's fun. Okay, I'm trying to get to a plot, but, well, it's hot and the lake across the road is soooooo inviting, and um, gottagobye!
Note: -thoughts-
-Those two girls. How can they be so... so...- I nearly screamed thinking about it. Sure I liked them both. They, at least, payed some attention to me. Albeit I didn't want any... romantic... attention from either of them. I mean, sure it'd be nice, but I was going to be a priest, not some lackadaisical... Salonlowe! Not like my father. "Mik?" Marie rapped gently on my door, shaking me out of my self pity. "Ah'm sorry Ah upset you. Ah didn't mean to." I got up and opened the door. She had a half eaten granola bar in hand along with a chocolate cookie. "There's milk on the table," she said. I knew right away what she was up to. "What kind of breakfast is that?" I asked, half smiling. "The kind Ah'm havin' since Ah can't cook," she replied. I'm maybe the only one on our team who enjoys cooking. "Well I have to keep you both from straving I suppose." I said following her to the kitchen. "If Talia were here, she'd say it," Cal began, clearing her throat, "It lives." "Ha. Ha. Cal, are you really bent on taking my sister's palce?" I asked, taking a frying pan out from under the cupboard. "Not really. Just filling the void." She replied. "I see sarcasm is wasted on you." I said cracking some eggs into the pan I had put on the stove with my tail. "Always has been," she replied. "Cooking for me too?" "That thought had crossed my mind." I said as the door creaked open. Professer Summers trudged in, sat at the table, head in his hands and mumbled something that could have been a greeting. "Sleep well Professuh?" Marie asked. He muttered something incoherent to them, but not to me. "She's only making conversation. I think it has something to do with having a life, but I don't suppose I'd know anything about that." I said, not bitterly this time, but jokingly. "Oooh! Point for Mik! Good job." Cal said patting me on the back. "Ah didn't know you had it in you." Marie said. The prof. muttered something about his wife and trudged away. The three of us laughed. "The eggs should be ready by the time Rogue's finished with Tom and Chris," I said. The girls chatted about all manner of frivolous things while they waited. "Eggs are done." I said. About the same time, Tom and Chris came up from the Danger Room. Both were in terrible moods and neither was talking to the other. "What fun this'll be." I heard Marie mutter.
*laughs manically* My that's fun. Okay, I'm trying to get to a plot, but, well, it's hot and the lake across the road is soooooo inviting, and um, gottagobye!