Regina: Finally, I finished this chapter. Sorry it took me so long – I've
been working on my website, Mutant High, so go visit it once you've read
this chapter – and reviewed it, of course. Gotta fly!
Role Reversal
Chapter Thirteen: The Chapter Formerly Known as Thirteen
Now that there were a great deal more adults in the area to discuss the whole Doppelganger situation, that meant that they were all busy. . . discussing the whole Doppelganger situation.
This whole thing is starting to get repetitive, isn't it?
This left all of the teens (and the new arrivals who did not fall into that category any more) on their own.
Need I say more?
Perhaps I should.
"So. . . you work for Magneto?"
Not the greatest opening line from Kitty, might I say.
"I have no choice."
Not the greatest response from the Russian now known to the teens as Piotr.
I love intelligent conversation.
I shouldn't really go into what Carter and Portia were saying, now should I?
Good answer.
Meanwhile, two certain Cajuns were doing their own things.
Renee was dealing out the cards faster than the eye could see (except for Pietro and Petra, who could see it quite well), while Remy shuffled like he was working in a Los Vegas casino. The audience they had gathered watched with wide eyes.
"This is so cool!" said Evan. Eva nodded in agreement. She was staring to get a little dizzy from the cards that were flying about before her eyes. But she was still enjoying it all. Unlike Rogue and Roué, who walked away, saying that they needed to find an adult.
"Now that shouldn't be too hard!" called Katrin.
"There's twice as many as normal!" added Kurt, finishing off his Doppelganger's sentence. He looked at Katrin, then added, "But since when are things normal here?" Katrin shrugged her shoulders, but said nothing.
But the card game finished before it had even begun, due to what sounded like a riot coming from behind the group.
"I called first!"
"No, I did!"
"No, I did!"
"You liar!"
"You liar!"
A fight had broken out between John and, ahem, Flame-Boy. They had launched themselves at each other, and throwing punches wildly. But every punch they threw was either blocked by the other, or connected at the same time an identical punch was thrown, which later connected.
So by the time everyone had seen what was actually going on, they both had identical injuries, and it was still impossible to tell the two apart.
But the problem was solved by the return of Rogue and Roué.
Without any hesitation (save for a quick glance between the two, followed by a nod) they both grabbed the two warring Australians and pulled them apart.
And in case you haven't figured it out yet, their hands were bare.
After a few seconds - and a few flashes from the usage and drainage of power - John and Flame-Boy (I still can't get past that) dropped to the ground, unconscious. Rogue and Roué on the other hand, were experiencing a very different reaction.
"Crikey!"
"Strewth!"
Everyone just looked at them blankly. "What did you just say?" asked Pietro, the first to recover.
Rogue and Roué frowned, then shook their heads, as if they were clearing them of something. "That was weird," said Rogue.
"Fair dinkum," replied Roué. Then his eyes widened, and he covered his mouth, preventing anything else from spilling out.
"So, what was that?" asked Carter.
"That's the tongue of our people, mate," explained John, getting up.
"And a beautiful language it is, too," added Flame-Boy.
"Whatever you say," said Renee.
"So what were you two fighting about, anyway?" asked kitty. "Or should I be too afraid to ask?"
John and Flame-Boy looked at each other. "You can come out, now, love."
"Who are you talking to?" asked Petra. "Those little bunnies in their flame coloured high heels?"
John and Flame-Boy scowled. "'Course not."
"They were talking about me," came a quiet voice. Amara stepped out from behind the tree which, a few moments before, John had thrown Flame-Boy into. Or maybe it was the other way around. (Even I can't tell the difference!)
"Why were they talking about you?" asked Evan.
Amara said nothing. John, on the other hand. . .
"How could we not be talking about her?! She is better than all of you combined!" John looked over at Flame-Boy and added, "And she's all mine."
"Is not! I saw her first!"
"Na ah!"
"Ya hah!"
"Well, I'm not doing anything with the guy one! He's from your world!" John shot back. "So you can have him!"
"Oh, no, you can have him!"
"No, you!"
"No, you!"
"No, y-"
"SHUT UP!" shouted everybody else. "WE DON'T CARE!"
John and Flame-Boy shut up.
"They do look weird," commented Jean. "I mean, they're identical, even down to the bruises and scratches."
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," said John.
"Hey! That gives me an idea!" cried Petra, and before anyone could say anything more, she ran off in a blur of white.
"Not again!" moaned Pietro.
"Now you know how we feel, Maximoff."
"I'm ba-ack!"
And true to her words, Petra was back. And in her hands she held a digital camera. "Pictures taken on this should last for a long time," she said triumphantly.
"Where did you get that?" asked Lana.
"Pietro's room. It was in the same place where I keep mine."
"How can you afford a digital camera?"
"Same way we afford our wardrobes. Magneto and Magneta."
"Um, I'll just accept that, and not ask any more questions," said Lance.
"Smart move."
"So," said Petra, raising the camera. "Say 'CHEESE!'"
Role Reversal
Chapter Thirteen: The Chapter Formerly Known as Thirteen
Now that there were a great deal more adults in the area to discuss the whole Doppelganger situation, that meant that they were all busy. . . discussing the whole Doppelganger situation.
This whole thing is starting to get repetitive, isn't it?
This left all of the teens (and the new arrivals who did not fall into that category any more) on their own.
Need I say more?
Perhaps I should.
"So. . . you work for Magneto?"
Not the greatest opening line from Kitty, might I say.
"I have no choice."
Not the greatest response from the Russian now known to the teens as Piotr.
I love intelligent conversation.
I shouldn't really go into what Carter and Portia were saying, now should I?
Good answer.
Meanwhile, two certain Cajuns were doing their own things.
Renee was dealing out the cards faster than the eye could see (except for Pietro and Petra, who could see it quite well), while Remy shuffled like he was working in a Los Vegas casino. The audience they had gathered watched with wide eyes.
"This is so cool!" said Evan. Eva nodded in agreement. She was staring to get a little dizzy from the cards that were flying about before her eyes. But she was still enjoying it all. Unlike Rogue and Roué, who walked away, saying that they needed to find an adult.
"Now that shouldn't be too hard!" called Katrin.
"There's twice as many as normal!" added Kurt, finishing off his Doppelganger's sentence. He looked at Katrin, then added, "But since when are things normal here?" Katrin shrugged her shoulders, but said nothing.
But the card game finished before it had even begun, due to what sounded like a riot coming from behind the group.
"I called first!"
"No, I did!"
"No, I did!"
"You liar!"
"You liar!"
A fight had broken out between John and, ahem, Flame-Boy. They had launched themselves at each other, and throwing punches wildly. But every punch they threw was either blocked by the other, or connected at the same time an identical punch was thrown, which later connected.
So by the time everyone had seen what was actually going on, they both had identical injuries, and it was still impossible to tell the two apart.
But the problem was solved by the return of Rogue and Roué.
Without any hesitation (save for a quick glance between the two, followed by a nod) they both grabbed the two warring Australians and pulled them apart.
And in case you haven't figured it out yet, their hands were bare.
After a few seconds - and a few flashes from the usage and drainage of power - John and Flame-Boy (I still can't get past that) dropped to the ground, unconscious. Rogue and Roué on the other hand, were experiencing a very different reaction.
"Crikey!"
"Strewth!"
Everyone just looked at them blankly. "What did you just say?" asked Pietro, the first to recover.
Rogue and Roué frowned, then shook their heads, as if they were clearing them of something. "That was weird," said Rogue.
"Fair dinkum," replied Roué. Then his eyes widened, and he covered his mouth, preventing anything else from spilling out.
"So, what was that?" asked Carter.
"That's the tongue of our people, mate," explained John, getting up.
"And a beautiful language it is, too," added Flame-Boy.
"Whatever you say," said Renee.
"So what were you two fighting about, anyway?" asked kitty. "Or should I be too afraid to ask?"
John and Flame-Boy looked at each other. "You can come out, now, love."
"Who are you talking to?" asked Petra. "Those little bunnies in their flame coloured high heels?"
John and Flame-Boy scowled. "'Course not."
"They were talking about me," came a quiet voice. Amara stepped out from behind the tree which, a few moments before, John had thrown Flame-Boy into. Or maybe it was the other way around. (Even I can't tell the difference!)
"Why were they talking about you?" asked Evan.
Amara said nothing. John, on the other hand. . .
"How could we not be talking about her?! She is better than all of you combined!" John looked over at Flame-Boy and added, "And she's all mine."
"Is not! I saw her first!"
"Na ah!"
"Ya hah!"
"Well, I'm not doing anything with the guy one! He's from your world!" John shot back. "So you can have him!"
"Oh, no, you can have him!"
"No, you!"
"No, you!"
"No, y-"
"SHUT UP!" shouted everybody else. "WE DON'T CARE!"
John and Flame-Boy shut up.
"They do look weird," commented Jean. "I mean, they're identical, even down to the bruises and scratches."
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," said John.
"Hey! That gives me an idea!" cried Petra, and before anyone could say anything more, she ran off in a blur of white.
"Not again!" moaned Pietro.
"Now you know how we feel, Maximoff."
"I'm ba-ack!"
And true to her words, Petra was back. And in her hands she held a digital camera. "Pictures taken on this should last for a long time," she said triumphantly.
"Where did you get that?" asked Lana.
"Pietro's room. It was in the same place where I keep mine."
"How can you afford a digital camera?"
"Same way we afford our wardrobes. Magneto and Magneta."
"Um, I'll just accept that, and not ask any more questions," said Lance.
"Smart move."
"So," said Petra, raising the camera. "Say 'CHEESE!'"