St. Patrick's Day Madness
To Wizard1: I don't know if Black Tom will make an appearance, to be honest. If he does, then Banshee and Siryn will be none too happy to see him! Hope you enjoy this new chapter! When is Chapter Four coming up? I can't wait! I want to see some catfights! Oh, and here's some song suggestions:
Paul Starr - "Love Gun" by Kiss
Cobra Commander - The altered Theme to "Charles in Charge": "Cobra in Charge"
Ace (GI Joe's Ace, not Wildstar) - Either "Highway to the Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins or "Aces High" by Iron Maiden
Barbecue and Pyro - "Fire Woman" by The Cult
Beast (As the Drunken Scotsman) - "Let's All Get Drunk" by Afroman
Lance - An altered version of Eric Clapton's "I Shot the Sheriff": "I Shot the Cyclops"
Sam - "Like a Cannonball" by Menudo
To RogueFanKC: Please put me on your Author Alert list and review my other stories!! Yeah, the Evil Leprechaun does seem like the Lucky Charms mascot gone evil or drugged up. Yeah, making a bet that Pyro doesn't burn something is not a safe bet at all. Yeah, I brought in Psylocke! I based her on Wizard1's version, except I put purple tips in her hair! I don't think Betsy's going to fall under the Starr Family Spell!
To Red Witch: I'm glad you liked the Duncan Torture! Would you like some Kelly torture? Of course you want Kelly torture! I'm glad you liked Althea's biography! I read the new chapters of "No Mutant Is An Island", and I love them! I love your version of John Proudstar. I have an idea: Maybe you can form your own version of the West Coast Misfits! Who would you put in your version of the West Coast Misfits?
To Sparky Genocide: I'm glad you liked my idea of a GI Joe Movie-based fic. Oh, and Sparky, The Banshee and Black Tom Cassidy were cousins, not brothers. I think they're also immune to each others' powers, I believe. Anyway, enjoy this new chapter!
It's Profile Time again! This time, we look at, courtesy of the Filecard section of YoJoe.com, Airborne!
Airborne
Real Name: Franklin E. Talltree
Affiliation: Army
Grade: Sergeant
Primary Military Specialty: Airborne Infantryman
Secondary Military Specialty: Helicopter Gunship Gunner
Birthplace: Navajo Reservation, Arizona
Bio: Born into a Navajo family that got rich off oil, Airborne was given lessons in sky-diving as an indulgence. He is also a certified lawyer in his native Arizona, passing that state's Bar Exam. Preferring to jump out of airplanes than write legal briefs, he joined the army and graduated at the top of his class at Airplane School in Fort Benning. Airborne is generally a loose jokester, but when he's serious, he gets this very creepy stare. His people call it the "far-seeing look". It tends to really creep out anyone who is on the receiving end of it!
Chapter 4: Torture, Talks, and Attacks!
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(The X-Mansion Kitchen)
Jean Grey was frying, more like burning, eggs on a frying pan when she overheard Scott muttering.
"Okay, first I…nahhh." Scott erased something on a plan he drew up to take out Paul. It looked like a blueprint Wile E. Coyote would draw up in the old cartoons. Jean walked up behind Scott, carrying the frying pan. She looked at the blueprint and glared at the oblivious optic-blaster.
Think you can kill my hunky Starchild, huh? Well, try this! Jean poured the runny burnt eggs down Scott's pants.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Scott screamed as the runny burnt eggs touched his skin. Before he could scream anymore, Jean smashed the pan against his head with a CLANG, knocking him out cold. Jena then calmly walked back to the kitchen. Paul walked up, not noticing what happened. He poked Scott.
"Scott? Scottyyy? Helloooooo?" He shook him lightly. "Yoo-hoo." Scott woke up with a moan and looked at Paul.
"Are you my mother?" He asked.
"Uhm…" Paul blinked. He saw Jena in the kitchen. "Uh Jean…" He ran to her.
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(Bayville Car Wash)
"La la la la la la la la la la laaaaa…" Senator Robert Edward Kelly happily wiped a cloth over his car, a brand-new black Porsche. "Oh I love my new car…" Kelly smiled, hugging his car. "Me happy…" He was just put his new car for its first wash, and he did not want to take any chances there were still lint specks on it. "I could go run over a mutant right now." He smiled as he wiped his windshield. Meanwhile, the Evil Leprechaun was watching from the shadows in the bushes.
"Vain, arrogant, proud, intolerant, and kind of stupid. My kind of person." The Evil Leprechaun cackled madly. "Oh boyo, I'm almost going to regret this. Hee hee hee hee…" He giggled as he chanted in Ancient Gaelic.
"Oh yeah." Kelly was about to leave his car alone to bring back the washcloth when he heard a growl coming from his car. "Huh?" He slowly crept to the car, shuddering and whimpering. He quickly looked at the front, and the growling stopped. "Aw man, I worry too much HUH?!" A stuttering Kelly saw something horrible. The headlights of his new car glowed red, and a snarling was heard from the car, like it was actually a ferocious beast. The whine and squeal of bending metal was heard as the front radiator grille ripped itself open, revealing a sharp-toothed maw.
"Hee hee hee hee, now that's a car!" The Evil Leprechaun cackled madly. Kelly wet himself.
"OH MY GOD!!! MUTANT CAR!!! WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! MOMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!!" Kelly screamed, running away as fast as his legs could carry him. The snarling Porsche Monster hit the gas and raced after the screaming Senator. He managed to get pretty far, but he could not outrace a Porsche on foot. The Porsche monster took a leap, and landed on top of the screaming Senator, and the Porsche Monster proceeded to maul him. "WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HELLLLLLLLLLLLLP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOMEBODY SAVE ME OWWWWWWWWWCH!!!!!!! OH MY GOD IT HURTS!!!!!!" Kelly screamed.
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(A rooftop in Bayville)
Toshiro Yashida sat on a rooftop looking over a street in Bayville. The Japanese mutant stared at the busy street.
"So different from Japan." Toshiro noted. He then sighed. "I don't get it. I just don't get it." He said to himself. "How in the world do I end up here? Ace Starr used my honor to force me to join the West Coast Misfits. I am not a team person. I always, always, always, was a loner. I always believed that the best way for me to do something was by myself."
"So do I." A familiar voice said. Toshiro stood up quickly, turned around and powered up. He let his guard down when he realized who it was.
"John Proudstar." Toshi acknowledged the visitor. The muscular Apache walked up to him. "Can I help you?"
"I want to talk." John Proudstar sat down. He looked down at the street and he gulped slightly. Toshi chuckled.
"I see heights still unsettle you." Toshiro couldn't help but chuckle. "Heights never bothered me."
"Easy for you to say. You can fly." John replied, getting up. "You know, I believe the same thing you do: The best way to do something is to do it yourself."
"Then why did you agree to help form the West Coast Misfits?" Toshi asked, raising an eyebrow. John shrugged.
"I thought it'd be interesting. And I have been impressed so far."
"Well, I do not feel…comfortable being part of a team." Toshi said reluctantly. John laughed.
"Your relationship with Kyle certainly seems to indicate that." John laughed. Toshi grimaced.
"Yes." He grimaced. "I feel kind of…restricted. I used to be able to do things the way I wished. Now I have to consider other factors, like my teammates. It feels a little…overwhelming."
"We still are a rather new team." John replied. "It's probably a thing you need time to deal with."
"I don't know." Toshiro said. "I have been thinking about leaving the West Coast Misfits. Go back to Japan and go back to being solo."
"But, Ace said your joining repaid your debt to him for saving your life from the Mimic." John remembered. "You're not going to turn your back on your honor, are you?" Toshi mulled it over silently for a few minutes, then sighed.
"I…do not know." Toshi ran a hand through his black hair. "I really do not know. Turning my back on my honor is never an option for me." John nodded, crossing his arms.
"Then don't turn your back on your honor. Talk to Ace." John said. The two mutants heard screaming. "What?!" They looked over the side of the building, and saw the Evil Leprechaun causing havoc. Cars had crashed into buildings, and the honking of cars and screaming of fleeing people was heard. The Leprechaun, laughing madly, was jumping up and down on a cop car, smacking it with his cane.
"Of all the rotten luck." Toshi growled. He pulled out his communicator watch from his pocket. "Sunfire to Siryn, Come in. You are not going to believe this."
Hoo boy! Now things are really starting to heat up! What was the talk between Toshi and John all about? Does Toshi really want to leave? Will Scott ever get a break? Can the two Misfit teams and the X-men stop the Evil Leprechaun? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!