Anything but Ordinary3: As for all the others dead-they are believed dead as are all the X-Men or simply a myth. I plan to bring back several more including Beast and possbily Remy. Angel and Rogue aren't as fun without him around but there's plenty more of raised by the X-Men and the unreal world.
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"Angel's a plague. I think she's sent straight from hell to plague me for the torture I gave my father." Julius' voice echoed within the large room.
Logan's replied. "Didn't mean you two had to play I-Can-Kick-Your-Ass in the mansion, did it?"
"Well...."
Kellie chose that moment to walk away from the outside of the "Danger Room" door. Their voices had been echoing for over an hour since Julius and Angel's fight during the time locked in a room together. Logan hadn't held up his promise about needing to know the others information yet but she had a gut feeling he would eventually.
She replayed the exact moment when all hell broke lose in one room. Julius threw the furniture. Angel threw it to the floor. Tara ducked and Corey hid while Russ simply watched. Logan and Rogue had entered in barely a minute to make sure everything was okay.
The injuries weren't that bad. Angel had a mental strain. Julius was unharmed, unfair as it was. Tara, Corey, and herself all had glass fragments, from the early chandelier mess and throwing themselves to the ground, embedded in their skin; Corey had some in his right eye. Russ hadn't really been affected except for the marks where his "helping" hadn't helped much.
"Amazing...One day and already we're trying to kill one another,"she mumbles, making her way into a room she remembered as a kitchen from her previous search before she ran into and almost 'dusted' Logan,"Maybe this place has some food."
Kellie searched the cupboards and brought up a jar of peanut butter and bread; everything else required cooking and she just didn't feel like it right now. She pawed through a few more drawers until she removed a spoon and settled onto the edge of the counter, removing one glove to hold the spoon easier.
She'd never had much talent with making decent sandwiches so she settled for eating plain peanut butter out of the jar. It tasted almost as good as the real deal except for the more peanutty taste; she stared at the spoon, thinking.
"That can't be the healthiest thing in the world to eat."
"What if it isn't? I have zero talent in cooking. My mother or the cook made everything I ate growing up until I started going to...uh, other places,"she replied without bothering to look up from the jar of peanut butter and her spoon.
Tara shrugged and sat down at the table, fiddling with the napkin holder resting on the table. Her fingers plucked at the ribbon holding it together; it came loose after a moment.
"Cook? Damn....must be nice,"she replied, tossing the holder up and catching it with her tongue to bring it back down to the table,"Better then having to live on your own cooking."
Kellie nodded. "That would probaly kill anyone that ate it. It's not as great as you'd think, Tara...that is your name, right?"
"Yeah, Kellie. I'm Tara. The amazing Tadpole."
"Tadpole?"
She shook her head. "Long story."
"I have time."
"Nope. The others okay?"
"Define okay. Julius has decided Angel's a plague for his ill treatment of his father. Angel's resting since Rogue said the fight strained her mind. Corey and Russ have decided to play a game of something and neither one seems ready to give up, yet....."
Tara cringed. "Never a dull moment with Angel's temper,"she said, dryly, clicking her tongue against her teeth to make a strange clicking noise,"You can turn living things to dust can't you, Kellie?"
Kellie hesitated before nodding.
"Yeah. It has to do with the molecules in it....it's like I slow them down and they turn into dust. It's the equivelant of the staking of a vampire of that creepy show-Slutty the Vampire Slayer,"she replied as she replaced the lid and jar in their places then 'cleans' the spoon before returning it to it's place in a drawer.
"I hate that show. Do you think this place has a tv?"Tara questioned, standing from the table and heading into the next room. Kellie followed after a moment.
"There is one...I saw it early while..exploring."
"Care to show?"
NOVEMBER 11, 2004 (5:25 A.M.)
"It's a brand new morning and we're going to start it with a nice long training session."
Russ stared blankly at the man pacing before them. Logan was dressed in what could almost count for battle attire as he paced in front of the six gathered recruits. No one moved or seemed to take him seriously.
Angel stared blankly at a soggy bowl of half-eaten ceral, Tara and Corey continued eating their cereal, Kellie ate another spoonful of peanut butter(what was her deal with peanut butter?), and Julius sulked at the counter, glaring at them all. Logan's death glare and words didn't seem to affect them.
"Nice long training session?"Corey questioned, putting down his spoon and looking up at him.
Logan nodded. "That's right. Finish eating and go change into something work-able. You have eleven minutes....starting now."
"What!?"
"Ten minutes, thirty-nine seconds."
There's a flurry of motion as all but Julius and Russ dump their dishes or abandon their half eaten then exit the kitchen. Julius spared them a glance before taking another drink of coffee and turning a page in some newspaper.
Commercial Appeal, Russ thought as he finished eating and stood.
"Where do we train, Logan?"
His smile turned more animalistic. "That's the fun part, Sabbath. Find it. I'll be waiting and don't bother to follow."
Logan left.
"Shouldn't be too difficult. The bastard's not that hard to figure out,"Julius mumbled, taking a few more drinks before abandoning both the empty coffee mug and newspaper,"Maybe one of the others needs your assistance."
Russ glowered at him then charged a nearby apple. It flew across the room and slammed right into the other boy's chest. He shoved his chair back and left the kitchen, listening to Julius' stream of curses-a mixture of several diffrent languages.
"Works every time."
ELEVEN MINUTES LATER
As Rogue entered the training room Tara straightened from tying one of her shoes. She watched the other woman's approach, taking in the relaxed positions of the other "recruits" that would be participating in the session.
"The session today is a simple one. The rules are simple. 1)Live through it. 2)Work together. 3)This whole thing is about trust. Positions. That means you, Julius." She turned, abruptly, walking out of the room as fast as she'd arrived. The electronic door slid into place behind her retreating form.
Tara couldn't help a smile. "Yes, ma'am. Live, work, trust. How hard could it be?"
It turned out to be harder then they thought. The simulation was advanced, very advanced and without any of them knowing the robots were set to stop just short of killing. It took only forty-five minutes for them all to end up winded and heavily bruised or cup; the simulation shut down and the robots stopped their fighting.
"God, if I'd known I was signing up for this I would have gone to military school,"Angel said, sliding down to sit against the wall beside Russ' almost prone form,"This is hell."
Julius looked over at her. "I figured you'd be good at this kind of thing, being a juvenile deliquent and all."
"Who are you calling a juvenile deliquent? Anyone here's a deliquent, it's you, Kanteon."
"That would be enough, children. Can't you stay civil for a few moments?"
Corey wiped the blood trailing from the corner of his mouth away, wiping it onto his shirt. One of his eyes was sporting a nasty bruise at the corner; one of his arms was almost completely bruised bluish-purple.
Kellie didn't move from where she laid on the floor, eyes closed tightly, one hand covering her eyes as if to block them from the bright lights. One of her legs was drawn up at the knee while the other laid limp.
While they'd been busy bickering two others had entered the room. One clapped his hands and spoke,"Congradulations, kids. You flunked....miserably. We're going to play a game now, a very nice game."
Oh, joy. Oh, rapture.
Tara slid down against the wall beside her friend, leaning her head against the wall. She massaged her temples and listened to Logan.
"Kellie, what's Corey's power?"
"Corey can make people see whatever he wants through uh images. Sometimes he can alter their appearances too..."
"Not bad. Julius, what's Tara's mutation?"
"Look at her and you already know. Frog-stuff, 'Wolverine'. How could you not know?"
Logan's blades almost exited but entered almost instantly. He glowered at them all.
"So you actually learned something. Fine, next you guys will spend time talking to each other..three here, three there."
Rogue clears her throat, cutting him off. "Julius, Tara, Corey, go with Logan. Angel, Russ, Kellie, come with me. Last one. Angel, what can Julius do?"
Angel smirked, standing and wiping her hands on her legs; a light smear of blood comes from her cut and bleeding freely hand. "Julius has the power to be an asshole, Rogue. There's nothing else important about him or his power. Am I right?"
Julius scowled. "Bitch."
"Bastard."
"Whore."
"Jackass."
"THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH! Since you two have so many problems I think you should meet me at the medlab after the therapy sesisions. I have a present for you. Now, march." Logan turned and walked out without bothering to wait for the ones he was suppoused to be helping. He had other things on his mind and he already knew how he would take care of Angel and Julius' problem. Oh, yes, he knew what he would do....
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"Angel's a plague. I think she's sent straight from hell to plague me for the torture I gave my father." Julius' voice echoed within the large room.
Logan's replied. "Didn't mean you two had to play I-Can-Kick-Your-Ass in the mansion, did it?"
"Well...."
Kellie chose that moment to walk away from the outside of the "Danger Room" door. Their voices had been echoing for over an hour since Julius and Angel's fight during the time locked in a room together. Logan hadn't held up his promise about needing to know the others information yet but she had a gut feeling he would eventually.
She replayed the exact moment when all hell broke lose in one room. Julius threw the furniture. Angel threw it to the floor. Tara ducked and Corey hid while Russ simply watched. Logan and Rogue had entered in barely a minute to make sure everything was okay.
The injuries weren't that bad. Angel had a mental strain. Julius was unharmed, unfair as it was. Tara, Corey, and herself all had glass fragments, from the early chandelier mess and throwing themselves to the ground, embedded in their skin; Corey had some in his right eye. Russ hadn't really been affected except for the marks where his "helping" hadn't helped much.
"Amazing...One day and already we're trying to kill one another,"she mumbles, making her way into a room she remembered as a kitchen from her previous search before she ran into and almost 'dusted' Logan,"Maybe this place has some food."
Kellie searched the cupboards and brought up a jar of peanut butter and bread; everything else required cooking and she just didn't feel like it right now. She pawed through a few more drawers until she removed a spoon and settled onto the edge of the counter, removing one glove to hold the spoon easier.
She'd never had much talent with making decent sandwiches so she settled for eating plain peanut butter out of the jar. It tasted almost as good as the real deal except for the more peanutty taste; she stared at the spoon, thinking.
"That can't be the healthiest thing in the world to eat."
"What if it isn't? I have zero talent in cooking. My mother or the cook made everything I ate growing up until I started going to...uh, other places,"she replied without bothering to look up from the jar of peanut butter and her spoon.
Tara shrugged and sat down at the table, fiddling with the napkin holder resting on the table. Her fingers plucked at the ribbon holding it together; it came loose after a moment.
"Cook? Damn....must be nice,"she replied, tossing the holder up and catching it with her tongue to bring it back down to the table,"Better then having to live on your own cooking."
Kellie nodded. "That would probaly kill anyone that ate it. It's not as great as you'd think, Tara...that is your name, right?"
"Yeah, Kellie. I'm Tara. The amazing Tadpole."
"Tadpole?"
She shook her head. "Long story."
"I have time."
"Nope. The others okay?"
"Define okay. Julius has decided Angel's a plague for his ill treatment of his father. Angel's resting since Rogue said the fight strained her mind. Corey and Russ have decided to play a game of something and neither one seems ready to give up, yet....."
Tara cringed. "Never a dull moment with Angel's temper,"she said, dryly, clicking her tongue against her teeth to make a strange clicking noise,"You can turn living things to dust can't you, Kellie?"
Kellie hesitated before nodding.
"Yeah. It has to do with the molecules in it....it's like I slow them down and they turn into dust. It's the equivelant of the staking of a vampire of that creepy show-Slutty the Vampire Slayer,"she replied as she replaced the lid and jar in their places then 'cleans' the spoon before returning it to it's place in a drawer.
"I hate that show. Do you think this place has a tv?"Tara questioned, standing from the table and heading into the next room. Kellie followed after a moment.
"There is one...I saw it early while..exploring."
"Care to show?"
NOVEMBER 11, 2004 (5:25 A.M.)
"It's a brand new morning and we're going to start it with a nice long training session."
Russ stared blankly at the man pacing before them. Logan was dressed in what could almost count for battle attire as he paced in front of the six gathered recruits. No one moved or seemed to take him seriously.
Angel stared blankly at a soggy bowl of half-eaten ceral, Tara and Corey continued eating their cereal, Kellie ate another spoonful of peanut butter(what was her deal with peanut butter?), and Julius sulked at the counter, glaring at them all. Logan's death glare and words didn't seem to affect them.
"Nice long training session?"Corey questioned, putting down his spoon and looking up at him.
Logan nodded. "That's right. Finish eating and go change into something work-able. You have eleven minutes....starting now."
"What!?"
"Ten minutes, thirty-nine seconds."
There's a flurry of motion as all but Julius and Russ dump their dishes or abandon their half eaten then exit the kitchen. Julius spared them a glance before taking another drink of coffee and turning a page in some newspaper.
Commercial Appeal, Russ thought as he finished eating and stood.
"Where do we train, Logan?"
His smile turned more animalistic. "That's the fun part, Sabbath. Find it. I'll be waiting and don't bother to follow."
Logan left.
"Shouldn't be too difficult. The bastard's not that hard to figure out,"Julius mumbled, taking a few more drinks before abandoning both the empty coffee mug and newspaper,"Maybe one of the others needs your assistance."
Russ glowered at him then charged a nearby apple. It flew across the room and slammed right into the other boy's chest. He shoved his chair back and left the kitchen, listening to Julius' stream of curses-a mixture of several diffrent languages.
"Works every time."
ELEVEN MINUTES LATER
As Rogue entered the training room Tara straightened from tying one of her shoes. She watched the other woman's approach, taking in the relaxed positions of the other "recruits" that would be participating in the session.
"The session today is a simple one. The rules are simple. 1)Live through it. 2)Work together. 3)This whole thing is about trust. Positions. That means you, Julius." She turned, abruptly, walking out of the room as fast as she'd arrived. The electronic door slid into place behind her retreating form.
Tara couldn't help a smile. "Yes, ma'am. Live, work, trust. How hard could it be?"
It turned out to be harder then they thought. The simulation was advanced, very advanced and without any of them knowing the robots were set to stop just short of killing. It took only forty-five minutes for them all to end up winded and heavily bruised or cup; the simulation shut down and the robots stopped their fighting.
"God, if I'd known I was signing up for this I would have gone to military school,"Angel said, sliding down to sit against the wall beside Russ' almost prone form,"This is hell."
Julius looked over at her. "I figured you'd be good at this kind of thing, being a juvenile deliquent and all."
"Who are you calling a juvenile deliquent? Anyone here's a deliquent, it's you, Kanteon."
"That would be enough, children. Can't you stay civil for a few moments?"
Corey wiped the blood trailing from the corner of his mouth away, wiping it onto his shirt. One of his eyes was sporting a nasty bruise at the corner; one of his arms was almost completely bruised bluish-purple.
Kellie didn't move from where she laid on the floor, eyes closed tightly, one hand covering her eyes as if to block them from the bright lights. One of her legs was drawn up at the knee while the other laid limp.
While they'd been busy bickering two others had entered the room. One clapped his hands and spoke,"Congradulations, kids. You flunked....miserably. We're going to play a game now, a very nice game."
Oh, joy. Oh, rapture.
Tara slid down against the wall beside her friend, leaning her head against the wall. She massaged her temples and listened to Logan.
"Kellie, what's Corey's power?"
"Corey can make people see whatever he wants through uh images. Sometimes he can alter their appearances too..."
"Not bad. Julius, what's Tara's mutation?"
"Look at her and you already know. Frog-stuff, 'Wolverine'. How could you not know?"
Logan's blades almost exited but entered almost instantly. He glowered at them all.
"So you actually learned something. Fine, next you guys will spend time talking to each other..three here, three there."
Rogue clears her throat, cutting him off. "Julius, Tara, Corey, go with Logan. Angel, Russ, Kellie, come with me. Last one. Angel, what can Julius do?"
Angel smirked, standing and wiping her hands on her legs; a light smear of blood comes from her cut and bleeding freely hand. "Julius has the power to be an asshole, Rogue. There's nothing else important about him or his power. Am I right?"
Julius scowled. "Bitch."
"Bastard."
"Whore."
"Jackass."
"THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH! Since you two have so many problems I think you should meet me at the medlab after the therapy sesisions. I have a present for you. Now, march." Logan turned and walked out without bothering to wait for the ones he was suppoused to be helping. He had other things on his mind and he already knew how he would take care of Angel and Julius' problem. Oh, yes, he knew what he would do....