Agent-G: yes, you can really use 'm. In fact, I'm giving you (only you,
others have to ask first) permission so that you won't have to ask when you
feel like using any of my OC's, just gimme credit ;P . See, I trust you not
to mutilate Marianne/Fantasy, Michael/Gun, Ben/Nova, Tank or Sarah/Gaia,
don't really care much if you hurt Shadow, but do try to keep him alive,
I've got something in store for him this story. I'm actually quite curious
on how you would write my OC's...
A/N: just a rant, you know that LOL (lol) is actually a Dutch word? It means fun, hardly onyone uses it anymore, though, at least not that I know.
Fighting Destiny – Future plans
"Empty... too old, smells bad... yukkie..." Jubilee stated with each item as she went through the fridge. A couple of days had past, and things had settled down so much that even Marianne was relaxed.
At the moment, however, two problems were rising: 1. they were fress out of edible food, 2. they were getting bored, at least, everyone except Hank and Xavier, who had discovered the chess game.
Boredom and young mutants, well, that is just an accident waiting to happen.
"So, vhat are ve going to do?" Kurt looked around the table.
"I, like, vote for mall," Kitty offered.
"Aw, ya can' mean that Kitty," Rogue objected, going to the mall with Kitty, well, there was a thing she'd rather not do.
"I don't know, Rogue, it could be a good idea," Marianne mused, "Well, someone has to get the groceries, and we'll have to use the jet to get to the nearest mall, but it can actually turn out to be fun."
"Yeah, we wouldn't have to stick together," Tabitha added, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
"We'll need a place to hid the jet, and I don't think taking the jet as a means of transport for a shopping spree isn't what it was meant for," Scott thought out loud, that earned him a glare from everyone, including Jean, so he quickly shut up.
"The jet can be hidden easily enough, you won't have to worry about that. Now, who will have to be sacrificed for the groceries?" Ben asked, looking at Michael and Marianne pleadingly: he hated getting the groceries.
"Tank and Sarah," the two simultaniously said. Ever since their kitchen accident, the two had been doing their chored together, not by choice, but by force from Marianne and Michael, under the motto that that would teach them to work together.
The threats were creative on both Marianne's and Michael's parts, as were the curses on Sarah's and Tank's. In the end, Michael and Marianne won.
-At the mall-
The group had agreed to meet back together at the centre fountain in three hours and had split up, so everyone could go to the shops they wanted to without any irritation from the others if it happened to be a shop they didn't like.
"I don't think it was wise to bring Remy along," Marianne worried as she and Michael were walking through the huge mall. They had been there before, a couple of times and new where to go. Almost completely in the back, there was a small, used bookstore. They never left that mall without Marianne going in there.
"Don't worry, what Remy does is his own problem, though I wouldn't shed a tear if Rogue dislocates a couple of his limbs," Michael snaked his arm around her waste and pulled her along with him towards a Starbucks (A/N: as I'm not American, I'm just taking this on reference).
"Well, YOU wouldn't have to repair the damages done by Rogue, and we all know she can be... rather destructive towards Remy. I hope she doesn't break his legs, that would mean I'll have him in the hospital wing, o no, that wouldn't be good," Marianne shuddered at the thought of having the Cajun in her hospital wing for any period of time. Michael just laughed at this and went to get some drinks for the both of them.
"So, what do you've got planned after all this?" Michael asked her as he came back.
"Huh? What do you mean?" she shot up, looking at him in surprise, Michael chuckled: he had apparently caught in her a daydream.
"After the whole 'dimensional rift'-thing, what are we going to do after that?" he grinned.
"O, I don't know. A vacation would nice (A/N: this is for Agent-G). What do you think?"
"I'll go with you on that, where would we go?"
"We'd get a van and travel to see my brother in Canada first, and then just see where we wind up, see beautifull places, lots of wild animals and we'd worry ourselves sick on how the safehouse is fairing in our absence, but we'd have fun, and on our way back, we'd stop by the Institute for a week or so and then head back to the safehouse to find out everything is going perfect and that they don't really need us anymore," Marianne told him with a soft smile on her face while stirring her coffee, "and we'd leave."
"And after that?"
"Never got that far," she sipped from her coffee.
"You seem pretty confident of the future for someone who thinks that tomorrow could very well be the end of it all," Michael questioned her.
"You're also talking to the girl who's afraid she'll be swallowed up by her own illusions but wouldn't think twice about using it to protect someone else. They're only dreams, Michael, dreams to help keep the sanity in me. Lords knows I need it, now more then anything else. I know Tank, Sarah and Ben, I'm confident that they'll be able to keep the safehouse going, even without the two of us. They'll need a new doctor, they'll no longer have 'mom' and 'dad' to correct them, but everyone needs to grow up sometimes," the cup was raised to halfway of her face, her eyes peeked at him from just above the edge.
"You know what, when this all is done, we're taking that vacation," Michael then promised her. Marianne smiled him her thanks.
What she had said was the truth, she knew that if she would summon up a large illusion, chances were that the shielding that protected her mind from those illusions would fail. That was one of her worst fears: she'd become a vegetable. She knew the fear was irrational: she knew the limits, she knew how long she could keep the illusions tangible without straining herself so much that she would end up comatose, she knew how extensive she could create the illusions without them posing a threat to her, but rationality never stopped fear for her before. Hell, rationality never worked for her when she had her mind set on something.
"So..." Michael started, "how are the matchmaking plans getting along?"
Marianne just glared at him, a freezing, cold glare which would impress Bobby. Two days ago, she had had a very long, very serious talk with the conspirators. They were all pushing too hard, if they continued like this, someone would get hurt, and she wasn't talking about Remy.
They had put together a set of rules of how far they could go. The shoving had been toned down to soft nudging, the plans of locking them up together in the same room, courtesy Kitt and Jubilee, had been shredded and then burned and the getting them drunk and dumping them in the same room, courtesy of Tabitha, had been tossed into an imagenary volcano.
Tank and Sarah, well, Marianne had just pulled her hands off of that entire operation, even though, technically speaking, it had been her idea. Kitty had found out it was a sure way to find out what Rogue thought to be romantic and letting that precious information 'accidentally' fall in Remy's presence.
-Three hours later, fountain-
"O my," Marianne did a double take when she saw Rogue coming up to the fountain, apparently, she had found a lot of things to her liking, but she wasn't carrying half of it.
"Well, if he's gonna follow meh 'round lahke a puppy-dog, he maht as well help meh by carryin' some o' the stuff," Rogue shrugged.
"Man, you're not even her boyfriend and she's got you whipped!" Bobby broke down in a fit of laughter. Kurt just sent the Cajun a cold glare indicating that he clearly did not like the Cajun thief chasing after his sister.
After another fifteen minutes, the rest was there and they headed back to the jet heavily packed with all their acquisitions.
A/N: just a rant, you know that LOL (lol) is actually a Dutch word? It means fun, hardly onyone uses it anymore, though, at least not that I know.
Fighting Destiny – Future plans
"Empty... too old, smells bad... yukkie..." Jubilee stated with each item as she went through the fridge. A couple of days had past, and things had settled down so much that even Marianne was relaxed.
At the moment, however, two problems were rising: 1. they were fress out of edible food, 2. they were getting bored, at least, everyone except Hank and Xavier, who had discovered the chess game.
Boredom and young mutants, well, that is just an accident waiting to happen.
"So, vhat are ve going to do?" Kurt looked around the table.
"I, like, vote for mall," Kitty offered.
"Aw, ya can' mean that Kitty," Rogue objected, going to the mall with Kitty, well, there was a thing she'd rather not do.
"I don't know, Rogue, it could be a good idea," Marianne mused, "Well, someone has to get the groceries, and we'll have to use the jet to get to the nearest mall, but it can actually turn out to be fun."
"Yeah, we wouldn't have to stick together," Tabitha added, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
"We'll need a place to hid the jet, and I don't think taking the jet as a means of transport for a shopping spree isn't what it was meant for," Scott thought out loud, that earned him a glare from everyone, including Jean, so he quickly shut up.
"The jet can be hidden easily enough, you won't have to worry about that. Now, who will have to be sacrificed for the groceries?" Ben asked, looking at Michael and Marianne pleadingly: he hated getting the groceries.
"Tank and Sarah," the two simultaniously said. Ever since their kitchen accident, the two had been doing their chored together, not by choice, but by force from Marianne and Michael, under the motto that that would teach them to work together.
The threats were creative on both Marianne's and Michael's parts, as were the curses on Sarah's and Tank's. In the end, Michael and Marianne won.
-At the mall-
The group had agreed to meet back together at the centre fountain in three hours and had split up, so everyone could go to the shops they wanted to without any irritation from the others if it happened to be a shop they didn't like.
"I don't think it was wise to bring Remy along," Marianne worried as she and Michael were walking through the huge mall. They had been there before, a couple of times and new where to go. Almost completely in the back, there was a small, used bookstore. They never left that mall without Marianne going in there.
"Don't worry, what Remy does is his own problem, though I wouldn't shed a tear if Rogue dislocates a couple of his limbs," Michael snaked his arm around her waste and pulled her along with him towards a Starbucks (A/N: as I'm not American, I'm just taking this on reference).
"Well, YOU wouldn't have to repair the damages done by Rogue, and we all know she can be... rather destructive towards Remy. I hope she doesn't break his legs, that would mean I'll have him in the hospital wing, o no, that wouldn't be good," Marianne shuddered at the thought of having the Cajun in her hospital wing for any period of time. Michael just laughed at this and went to get some drinks for the both of them.
"So, what do you've got planned after all this?" Michael asked her as he came back.
"Huh? What do you mean?" she shot up, looking at him in surprise, Michael chuckled: he had apparently caught in her a daydream.
"After the whole 'dimensional rift'-thing, what are we going to do after that?" he grinned.
"O, I don't know. A vacation would nice (A/N: this is for Agent-G). What do you think?"
"I'll go with you on that, where would we go?"
"We'd get a van and travel to see my brother in Canada first, and then just see where we wind up, see beautifull places, lots of wild animals and we'd worry ourselves sick on how the safehouse is fairing in our absence, but we'd have fun, and on our way back, we'd stop by the Institute for a week or so and then head back to the safehouse to find out everything is going perfect and that they don't really need us anymore," Marianne told him with a soft smile on her face while stirring her coffee, "and we'd leave."
"And after that?"
"Never got that far," she sipped from her coffee.
"You seem pretty confident of the future for someone who thinks that tomorrow could very well be the end of it all," Michael questioned her.
"You're also talking to the girl who's afraid she'll be swallowed up by her own illusions but wouldn't think twice about using it to protect someone else. They're only dreams, Michael, dreams to help keep the sanity in me. Lords knows I need it, now more then anything else. I know Tank, Sarah and Ben, I'm confident that they'll be able to keep the safehouse going, even without the two of us. They'll need a new doctor, they'll no longer have 'mom' and 'dad' to correct them, but everyone needs to grow up sometimes," the cup was raised to halfway of her face, her eyes peeked at him from just above the edge.
"You know what, when this all is done, we're taking that vacation," Michael then promised her. Marianne smiled him her thanks.
What she had said was the truth, she knew that if she would summon up a large illusion, chances were that the shielding that protected her mind from those illusions would fail. That was one of her worst fears: she'd become a vegetable. She knew the fear was irrational: she knew the limits, she knew how long she could keep the illusions tangible without straining herself so much that she would end up comatose, she knew how extensive she could create the illusions without them posing a threat to her, but rationality never stopped fear for her before. Hell, rationality never worked for her when she had her mind set on something.
"So..." Michael started, "how are the matchmaking plans getting along?"
Marianne just glared at him, a freezing, cold glare which would impress Bobby. Two days ago, she had had a very long, very serious talk with the conspirators. They were all pushing too hard, if they continued like this, someone would get hurt, and she wasn't talking about Remy.
They had put together a set of rules of how far they could go. The shoving had been toned down to soft nudging, the plans of locking them up together in the same room, courtesy Kitt and Jubilee, had been shredded and then burned and the getting them drunk and dumping them in the same room, courtesy of Tabitha, had been tossed into an imagenary volcano.
Tank and Sarah, well, Marianne had just pulled her hands off of that entire operation, even though, technically speaking, it had been her idea. Kitty had found out it was a sure way to find out what Rogue thought to be romantic and letting that precious information 'accidentally' fall in Remy's presence.
-Three hours later, fountain-
"O my," Marianne did a double take when she saw Rogue coming up to the fountain, apparently, she had found a lot of things to her liking, but she wasn't carrying half of it.
"Well, if he's gonna follow meh 'round lahke a puppy-dog, he maht as well help meh by carryin' some o' the stuff," Rogue shrugged.
"Man, you're not even her boyfriend and she's got you whipped!" Bobby broke down in a fit of laughter. Kurt just sent the Cajun a cold glare indicating that he clearly did not like the Cajun thief chasing after his sister.
After another fifteen minutes, the rest was there and they headed back to the jet heavily packed with all their acquisitions.