Disclaimer: Well, surprise, surprise, I still don't own them. But don't worry, I'm working on it.

Ima Super Mute Ant (love the name) thanx.

Valleyprincess Romy? Hmmmm. Maybe. I don't know, I haven't thought of it yet (it's rambling, remember.), but, yeah, most likely I'll give in…*sigh*.

Ishandahalf: Thank you, but I do prefer warm beans for dinner.

The Rogue Witch: What the @$%!* does XD mean? Call me visually challenged, but I just don't see it.

A.M.bookworm247 Of course Remy's a fav! He's Remy, duh.

s.o.s.rogue I am immune to puppy dog eyes. Ha-ha. Okay, maybe not. So here's the update.

Anime addicted He thinks weird things, because everyone does. ~I do, you do, we all do-do-do~ See?.

A/N Why is it Romy and not Regue? Why do I bother with authors notes, if they're ridiculous and useless? Ah, and so the mind ponders…Here's a chappie for you.

3. Intro's and War zones

Fissie

''I be back dis afternoon. Gon' get some t'ings I forgot t'pack.''

''Need a ride?''

''Non, merci. I'll walk. I need de keys dough.'' ~Non, I don', but let's just pretend.~

''Session starts at three, bub.'' Wolverine handed him his keys.

'' I be right back, don' y' worry, cher. I wouldn' miss it fo' de world.''

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Rec. Room, Sunday 14.00

Everyone was there, with the exception of Wolverine, when Gambit entered. ~Dis don't look like de bathroom t'me.~

''Hi there. Like, come in, we don't bite.'' Remy stepped into the giant room and categorized. A pool table, a huge plasma screen television, a Playstation 2, an X-box, a Gamecube, an impressive surround sound system, four security cameras. ~Definitely not de bathroom.~

''You're early for your first training session. But now you're here, maybe we could introduce ourselves.''

''Bring it on, mon ami.'' ~Okay, lemme see. Startin' at de left. Brown hair, young, dat's...what's her name, de phase-girl, Kitty. Blue, taily guy, de German, my roomy. Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawler. Next, Red head, nice, a spook, Jean. Guy with stick up his ass, Scott, code name Cyclops, sittin' very close t' Jean. Does m' cher Scotty have an eye on her? He do. Dis is gon' be fun. Okay, next, white hair, brown skin, Or...Ore...Orr...Storm. An' dat's gotta be her nephew den, Evan, Spikey. Big blue an' hairy, Dr. Hank McCoy, Beast. White streak, gothy-punky appearance, way too much makeup, Rogue.~

'' Good. First of all, this is Kitty, code name Shadowcat.'' Remy walked up to her and kissed her hand. She blushed, of course.

''Hi. I'm Kitty, they call me Shadowcat''

''I got dat, petit.''

''Oh, yeah, *nervous giggle* I, like, phase through, well everything. '' ~De phase-girl, one point f' Remy.~

''And this is Kurt, code name Nightcrawler.'' ~Two points. But dis was a giveaway.~

''Hi, vell we've been introduced already, right?''

''Sleepin' in one room together do count as bein' introduced, non?''

''This is Scott code name Cyclops.'' Scott gave him a formal hand. ~Name remembered correctly, one point. Stick placed correctly, bonus hit. Total score, t'ree points an' a bonus hit.~

''Scott cannot control his powers, which is why he wears ruby-quartz glasses. A demonstration would be dangerous here, but it suffices to say he can fire laser (?) beams from his eyes.'' Scott didn't look too happy about this confession made by the professor about his powers.

''This is Jean Grey.'' ~I'm good at dis. Four points.~ Remy kissed her hand, of course. Jean's face turned a brightly shade of red, while Scott's face turned a contrasting shade of pale. ~Four eyes has definitely got an eye f' her, or four eyes, non? So den, let de games begin.~

''Nice t'meet y', ma chere.'' Jean giggled in an unusual way. Everyone would have sworn they heard her make a snorting sound. She, of course, would deny it high and low.

''Hi, I...I...em...I'm a telepath and have telekinetic powers.''

''Dat's nice, chere.'' She giggled some more. Even Xavier was disturbed with it, so he decided to continue quickly.

''This is Ororo Munroe, or Storm as we call her. She's one of the instructors here.'' ~Five.~

''Bonjour, ma belle.''

''My _name_ is Ororo, but everyone here calls me 'Ro. You may call me that or Storm.''

''O'course, Stormy.'' Storm, tried to remain calm.

''I control the weather, my dear young Cajun, so if I were you I would watch my mouth, unless you want lightning to strike you. Do not call me Stormy.'' She stayed calm, but it only made her look more menacing.

''Alright den.'' Remy simply smirked.

''Let's continue, shall we. This is Evan.'' ~Six. An' countin'.~

''Yo. They call me Spike, cos that's what I do.'' He snapped his fingers and while doing so, bony spikes shot out of his hands and in to the couch. Xavier looked at him strictly.

''Powers are not for play. Try and remember that, Evan.'' He sighed and went on. ''This is Dr. Hank McCoy.'' ~Seven.~ Remy shook McCoy's hand.

''Call me Beast, everyone else does. I don't really mind. I'm the local doctor annex researcher. I do believe you have an appointment with my lab, my young friend.''

''Anoder time it shall be, monsieur Bête.'' Remy made a small polite bow.

''And finally, this is Rogue.'' He reached out to her hand to kiss it, but she pulled away.

''Don' even think about it Swamp Rat. Ah ain't falling for it.'' Remy merely grinned. ~A Southern Belle, ney? Or should I say a Mississippi River Rat? Anyway, dats eight point plus one very important bonus hit. What I win?~

''Yes, well, that's about raps up the introduction. We will now continue with your first Danger Room session. Wolverine is already there, I believe. I will inform you about his abilities on our way there.''

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The Danger Room, Sunday 15.00

The whole team stood in the control room. They could see the Cajun standing in the huge Danger Room, leaning nonchalantly against the wall with one foot on the floor. His ever-present trench coat, present. Wolverine decided that this attitude called for serious measures. Normally, new students started out at the first level.

''Let's start him at a level three.'' Xavier wanted to complain but Wolverine had already pushed the buttons and below, surrounding Gambit a scenery began to form. It was a city, Remy did not recognize it, though. ~Looks nice. Didn' expect anything like dis t' happen, but it's nice.~

Out of the mists appeared a figure all students recognized as Sabertooth.

They could see Remy looked startled. Wolverine could have sworn he heard him mutter 'Sabertooth' under his breath as he took on a defensive stance.

Sabertooth began his level 3 attack and stampeded towards his prey. Gambit quickly dodged his attack and flung three highly, and I mean highly-highly, charged cards at him. At the impact, Sabertooth flung to the wall and pounded on to the floor, groaning and panting his last breaths. It was over, before it even really started.

''Level completed.'' A computer voice said. In the control room surprised faces and dropped jaws glanced down to the Cajun. Everyone spoke at once.

''Like, what just happened?''

''Vat vas dat?''

''Swamp Rat's got style.''

''Show off.''

''That was cool, man!''

''Wow.''

''Oh, my stars and gathers. How remarkable.''

Down below, a grinning Gambit looked up. ~I showed dem right.~

''Guess it not be a very realistic simulation, ney?'' Gambit said matter-of-factly while he pointed out to the dead body.

''Well, we normally start with an easy level for new arrivals...'' Xavier started a bit startled when Wolverine interrupted.

''But since you've been here a day and ain't new anymore...'' He stomped out of the control room.

''I can' hear y', mon ami.''

Suddenly, Wolverine showed up behind him.

''You, me, no mutant powers, bub.'' He said, while rolling up his sleeves. (He wasn't wearing his uniform, no one was.)

''Ah, but dat's no fair, cher, y' can' control dat healin' y'got.''

''Fine, rules are this. You pin me to the ground, you win. I pin you to the ground, you're dead. No holding back.''

''I like dem odds. You're on, cher.''

''Than let's start, Gumbo.''

And so, the fight started. There was a lot of dodging, kicking, beating and missing. Imagine a Batman scene, with a lot of 'Bang's, 'Oof's, 'Kapow's, 'Slam's and 'Dodge's. Yes, this is a pathetic excuse to not write a fighting scene. I hope it worked.

Suddenly Remy found his hands were behind his back in a tight grip. Wolverine grinned.

''Don't ever call me cher again, bub. So, what's ya gonna do now, Cajun?'' He was ready to twist his arm a bit further. But then Remy spoke.

''Don' y' know what dey say, mon ami? If y' can' beat dem, kick dem.'' He twisted his body, in a way no one should be able to do and kicked Wolverine in the side.

The fight continued. After some more savage skirmishing, Wolverine was the one caught in a somewhat unpleasantly position. But it's not like Wolverine to give up. So he launched himself out of it and took a shot at Gambit with his fist, in which three claws now were present. Gambit barely dodged the unexpected attack, somersaulted backwards and nearly fell out of balance.

''Hey! No fair!'' He shouted. Remy hated cheats. Cheats other than him, of course.

''Oh, did Chuck forget to mention? Retractable claws are not part of my mutant powers, so I get to use them.''

''Fine'' Remy retorted "But den I can use dis.'' He reached into an inner pocket and took out a small wand that turned into a full-size bo-staff when he twirled it around.

''Won't do you much good, kid. These are made of adamantium. Nothing against it except adamantium.'' Having said that, Wolverine charged. His claws collided with the bo-staff, but astonishingly they didn't cut though like butter, as a matter of fact they didn't even scratch it. With a simple movement, Remy pushed Wolverine away, sending him to fall backwards.

''I always did wonder what dis was made of. Now I know.''

Now it was Remy's turn to charge, which he did. A quick succession of movements surprised Wolverine. After ten more minutes, the battle was over. Wolverine was pinned to the ground with the end of the bo-staff stuck tightly on his throat.

''Bang, you dead.''

On next: Will Remy survive Wolverine's defeat? Will I ever learn to do something useful? Will there be a plot? No, but there will be a dinner.

A/N I had to post it now, but maybe I'll rewrite it later on. But look, it has some sort of order.