Agent-G: Well, I'm as romantic as a dead tree, so the Remy/Rogue pairing
has no other purpose then the bickering between the two, which I think is
delightful.
Fighting Destiny – Hell hath no fury...
It was pure and utter chaos, a massacre with one, innocent victim.
In the left corner of the kitchen, you could see Tank sitting, obviously sulking, in the right corner, Sarah was doing exactly the same. The rest of the kitchen was nearly destroyed in a struggle between the two. In the middle, there stood an infuriated Marianne, arms crossed over her chest, het left foot tapping impatiently while exchanging glares between the two of them.
"How's everything in here?" Michael ventured into the kitchen after a while.
"Remind me to never allow these two into the same kitchen ever again in their lives. It'll de the death of us," Marianne said, not even turning to look at him, just glaring at the two, would be, adults.
"You've got my vote. I put in a call to Underground, but untill the precogs say that it's safe again, they're not coming back here and we're not getting a new kitchen unit," he walked in to investigate the mess Tank and Sarah had created.
"We're not asking Underground for a new kitchen. These two are going to work together in making us a new kitchen, and untill they have, they will have to cook for themselves," Marianne's voice was cold enough to even give Bobby the chills. Michael winced: she was pissed, no, beyond pissed. He would rather have her pissed then in her current state.
"But Mari..." Tank began to whine.
"Not. A. Word. I thought I could trust you two in making a nice dinner for all of us. I thought I could trust you two to finally act like your age and stop bickering and destroying. I thought I could trust you two to be in a room alone without hell breaking lose. OBVIOUSLY I was mistaken," the silence that followed was deafening, "you two are going up against all the X-Men tomorrow on your own."
"Ororo made dinner for us in the back-up unit," Michael offered.
"Good, I'm hungry. Listen, if I even catch you two throwing glares at eachother, I will make sure you two are so sorry you'll never even think of fighting with eachother again in your entire life," with that, Marianne turned on her heels and stalked out of the kitchen. She may not be a physical fighter, in that mood, no one dared cross her.
"At a time like this, I would say hell hath no fury but a woman scorned, but I believe that an angered Marianne is the worst fury one can ever face," Hank murmurred, having witnessed the scene.
When Marianne entered the dining room, she was faced with yet another disaster: Remy and Rogue. Fortunately, they kept it with a verbal conflict.
"Sit. Down," Marianne all but barked, shooting a glare at the two. For this time, Remy decided to be wise and actually do as he was told and take his chair.
"Where are Tank and Sarah?" Sam finally worked up the courage to ask.
"Those two are acting their age and eating apart from the adults until they prove that they can get through a meal without fighting," Marianne said, while calming herself: the ones in the room had nothing to do with her source of irritation.
The impending danger, or doom, as the precogs named it, had left her nerves frazzled. And the constant fighting between two of her friends only served to agrevate it. Normally, Michael would keep one of them at the base during a rescue and retrieve mission, but Marianne knew that now, that wouold not be possible. They would need everyone they could get.
"I have heard from Logan how this base looked, but I fear words did not do it justice," Xavier started a conversation after a while.
"Yes, we are quite proud of what we achieved. Most of the things here were sent to us by mutants we rescued, it operates very well," Michael said, he wasn't the most social one, but this silence was uncomfortable and he was thankful for Xavier to have started the conversation, "the training room is based on your Danger Room, Ben has proven to be very capable of programming training simulations."
"I just enjoy tormenting," Ben grinned, indicating he was joking.
"He has some interesting simulations. I think they could teach the kids a thing or two," Logan added, his statement resulted in groans through out the X-Men group.
"The hospital wing is equally impressive, it is almost a miniature hospital. You say you keep it running on your own?" Hank then asked Marianne. As she replied, it was the sign for everyone it was safe to speak again, and in some cases, to breathe as well.
Soon, the entire group was talking and laughing, the tense atmosphere calming.
"Are all Underground bases like this?" Scott asked Michael, who was seated next to him.
"No, they're all unique, this one is rather small compared to the main bases. But, to be honest, it is one of the best working ones, as I have heard," Michael grinned at the shades sporting man.
Marianne had to admit she had missed Ororo's cooking, even though the meals that were served in the safehouse were tasteful, sometimes elaborate, depending on the occasion, in Marianne's mind there was nothing like Ororo's food.
After dinner, Marianne was pulled aside by Kitty.
"Like, Marianne, we were thinking, could we like, put Rogue and Remy through one of those training sessions in that training room of yours? Together?" Kitty asked her.
"I don't know, Kitty. I mean, they obviously don't like eachother, well, Remy likes anything in a metaphorical skirt, but Rogue can't stand him. She'll most likely kill him," Marianne tried to get out of it.
"Like, don't you have one romantic bone in your body?!" Kitty whined, the others joined in.
"She obviously likes him, she's just afraid to show it," Jean added her two cents, "What? No, I didn't peak, it's obvious!"
"No! No way, not in this lifetime! You are not putting them in a room together!" Marianne still wasn't convinced.
"Puttin' who in a room togethah?" Rogue suddenly appeared by the group.
"Tank and Sarah! These," Marianne indicated around her, "are convinced that they are perfect for eachother and are thinking they could play matchmaker."
Kitty looked at Marianne in amazement: she lied without even breaking a sweat! Though Kitty was thankful for the save, the next thing threw the save back in their faces.
"Ah think it could work," Rogue said thoughfully, "if anythang, it'll help pass us tahme, rahght?"
Marianne strongly resisted the urge to hit herself over the head and strangle Kitty: now she was involved in two matchmakings! And she really didn't want to be involved in it!
Fighting Destiny – Hell hath no fury...
It was pure and utter chaos, a massacre with one, innocent victim.
In the left corner of the kitchen, you could see Tank sitting, obviously sulking, in the right corner, Sarah was doing exactly the same. The rest of the kitchen was nearly destroyed in a struggle between the two. In the middle, there stood an infuriated Marianne, arms crossed over her chest, het left foot tapping impatiently while exchanging glares between the two of them.
"How's everything in here?" Michael ventured into the kitchen after a while.
"Remind me to never allow these two into the same kitchen ever again in their lives. It'll de the death of us," Marianne said, not even turning to look at him, just glaring at the two, would be, adults.
"You've got my vote. I put in a call to Underground, but untill the precogs say that it's safe again, they're not coming back here and we're not getting a new kitchen unit," he walked in to investigate the mess Tank and Sarah had created.
"We're not asking Underground for a new kitchen. These two are going to work together in making us a new kitchen, and untill they have, they will have to cook for themselves," Marianne's voice was cold enough to even give Bobby the chills. Michael winced: she was pissed, no, beyond pissed. He would rather have her pissed then in her current state.
"But Mari..." Tank began to whine.
"Not. A. Word. I thought I could trust you two in making a nice dinner for all of us. I thought I could trust you two to finally act like your age and stop bickering and destroying. I thought I could trust you two to be in a room alone without hell breaking lose. OBVIOUSLY I was mistaken," the silence that followed was deafening, "you two are going up against all the X-Men tomorrow on your own."
"Ororo made dinner for us in the back-up unit," Michael offered.
"Good, I'm hungry. Listen, if I even catch you two throwing glares at eachother, I will make sure you two are so sorry you'll never even think of fighting with eachother again in your entire life," with that, Marianne turned on her heels and stalked out of the kitchen. She may not be a physical fighter, in that mood, no one dared cross her.
"At a time like this, I would say hell hath no fury but a woman scorned, but I believe that an angered Marianne is the worst fury one can ever face," Hank murmurred, having witnessed the scene.
When Marianne entered the dining room, she was faced with yet another disaster: Remy and Rogue. Fortunately, they kept it with a verbal conflict.
"Sit. Down," Marianne all but barked, shooting a glare at the two. For this time, Remy decided to be wise and actually do as he was told and take his chair.
"Where are Tank and Sarah?" Sam finally worked up the courage to ask.
"Those two are acting their age and eating apart from the adults until they prove that they can get through a meal without fighting," Marianne said, while calming herself: the ones in the room had nothing to do with her source of irritation.
The impending danger, or doom, as the precogs named it, had left her nerves frazzled. And the constant fighting between two of her friends only served to agrevate it. Normally, Michael would keep one of them at the base during a rescue and retrieve mission, but Marianne knew that now, that wouold not be possible. They would need everyone they could get.
"I have heard from Logan how this base looked, but I fear words did not do it justice," Xavier started a conversation after a while.
"Yes, we are quite proud of what we achieved. Most of the things here were sent to us by mutants we rescued, it operates very well," Michael said, he wasn't the most social one, but this silence was uncomfortable and he was thankful for Xavier to have started the conversation, "the training room is based on your Danger Room, Ben has proven to be very capable of programming training simulations."
"I just enjoy tormenting," Ben grinned, indicating he was joking.
"He has some interesting simulations. I think they could teach the kids a thing or two," Logan added, his statement resulted in groans through out the X-Men group.
"The hospital wing is equally impressive, it is almost a miniature hospital. You say you keep it running on your own?" Hank then asked Marianne. As she replied, it was the sign for everyone it was safe to speak again, and in some cases, to breathe as well.
Soon, the entire group was talking and laughing, the tense atmosphere calming.
"Are all Underground bases like this?" Scott asked Michael, who was seated next to him.
"No, they're all unique, this one is rather small compared to the main bases. But, to be honest, it is one of the best working ones, as I have heard," Michael grinned at the shades sporting man.
Marianne had to admit she had missed Ororo's cooking, even though the meals that were served in the safehouse were tasteful, sometimes elaborate, depending on the occasion, in Marianne's mind there was nothing like Ororo's food.
After dinner, Marianne was pulled aside by Kitty.
"Like, Marianne, we were thinking, could we like, put Rogue and Remy through one of those training sessions in that training room of yours? Together?" Kitty asked her.
"I don't know, Kitty. I mean, they obviously don't like eachother, well, Remy likes anything in a metaphorical skirt, but Rogue can't stand him. She'll most likely kill him," Marianne tried to get out of it.
"Like, don't you have one romantic bone in your body?!" Kitty whined, the others joined in.
"She obviously likes him, she's just afraid to show it," Jean added her two cents, "What? No, I didn't peak, it's obvious!"
"No! No way, not in this lifetime! You are not putting them in a room together!" Marianne still wasn't convinced.
"Puttin' who in a room togethah?" Rogue suddenly appeared by the group.
"Tank and Sarah! These," Marianne indicated around her, "are convinced that they are perfect for eachother and are thinking they could play matchmaker."
Kitty looked at Marianne in amazement: she lied without even breaking a sweat! Though Kitty was thankful for the save, the next thing threw the save back in their faces.
"Ah think it could work," Rogue said thoughfully, "if anythang, it'll help pass us tahme, rahght?"
Marianne strongly resisted the urge to hit herself over the head and strangle Kitty: now she was involved in two matchmakings! And she really didn't want to be involved in it!