Disclaimer: X-Men = Marvel's, Ilehana Xavier and Ori = Corrinth's, Golan =
Star's, Blaze and all other OCs = Lamby's
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 05
"Hello children, Daddy not home?" The critical voice of Mystique cut over the row between Quicksilver and Avalanche that was threatening to bring the brotherhood house down, literally. She always wondered how on earth, considering the state of the rest of the house, the pretty glass in the front door managed to stay in one piece.
"What are you doing here?" It was Wanda who answered her.
"In case you've forgotten, this is my house." Mystique pointed out, checking to see if the two other brotherhood members were about. But Blob and Toad weren't home, for which she was grateful. They didn't feature in her plans.
"Yeah well, our Father is in charge around here now, not you Mystique." Pietro was as cocky as ever. Did nothing change?
"And where is he exactly? Still in Vancouver with those narrow-minded gangs? Or has he made it to Europe in his efforts to enlighten the authorities there to the power of mutants? Or maybe you don't know, because his children or not he hasn't seen fit to let you in on his plans?" The coldness of her sarcastic voice irritated the Brotherhood more so because what she was saying was exactly true. They had no idea where Magneto was.
"That still doesn't explain why you're here Mystique. Or what's kept you away from Bayville all this time." Lance pointed out.
"I've been away securing our future," Mystique answered grandly. "I have discovered things that you never thought possible, secret powers that only I can show you how to gain for yourselves........."
For a second all three youngsters looked blankly at her. Then greed filled their young faces, making Mystique smile. The young were too easy to manipulate, always so impulsive and emotional. Her mind drifted to her adopted daughter and her inappropriate alliances. But Rogue was not a problem to be dealing with right now.
"What do you mean?" Wanda asked finally. "What powers? What future?"
"I can answer those questions." Mystique promised. "But not today. It's not yet time." She was rewarded by the disappointment on the three youngster's faces. "But, if you are interested, I think there may be something to keep you occupied in the meantime. I suppose you've heard about the high school dance?"
"Yeah?" Quicksilver asked. "What of it?"
"You may want to attend." Mystique growled. "I have a feeling it might be very interesting........."
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"You wanna take me to the dance?" Rogue asked incredulously. Had the whole world gone mad?
"Ain't that what I just said, Cherie?" Gambit pointed out. He'd grabbed her on the way out of school, rather relieved that Jonnie hadn't been around.
"Why? I don't understand?" Why was she so close to turning him down? Rogue asked herself. Was it because part of her had been hoping that Jonnie would ask her today? He hadn't, and had shown no signs of asking her either. And what was suddenly wrong with Gambit anyway? Looking up at him, she was forced to admit nothing was wrong with him; he was still as gorgeous as ever. So maybe something was wrong with her?
"It not my idea, either Cherie." Gambit was growing impatient, if she was so against being seen with him, why couldn't she just say no already? Did she think this game was fun? "But Blaze thought it'd be good for us to........."
"Blaze thought? Well there's a first time for everythin'." Rogue spat sarcastically. "What she wanna put us through some crummy dance contest for, does she think its some kinda joke?"
"I don't t'ink so, seein' as she goin' too." Gambit replied frowning.
"She is? Who with?" Rogue snapped. "No doubt she thinks she can steal the show or somethin'......... Well not on my turf! You're on, Remy, you can pick me up at seven thirty."
"Sure Chere." Gambit offered not quite sarcastically as she started to walk away from him to where Scott and his car were waiting. "Whatever you say."
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"Hi Golan, how's it going?" Kitty asked as she caught up with her newest friend outside of school. She'd been meaning to catch up with the shy mutant all day, but they had none of the same classes. Still, it didn't mean she hadn't seen him take a few snide comments from other students about his odd appearance, or missed the helpless glances he'd shot in her direction.
"Golan cannot wait to be home, safe and in de dark of de warm earth." He answered without raising his head or looking at her from under his hat.
"Is that where you live? Underground?" Kitty asked. "Can I see?"
"Like to see de home of Golan Kitty would?" The strange boy picked up at the idea, smiling his frog-like smile.
"Of course Golan." Kitty returned the smile. "We're friends, we should hang out together. That is, if you want to?"
"Golan very much like hanging with de Shadowcat. Golan would like to take Kitty to de contest of de dance, but he does not know how to dance. Embarrass his friend Golan must not, for friends Golan does not have many of, and care for Kitty he does."
"I'd love to go to the dance with you, Golan!" Kitty exclaimed. "And don't worry about not being able to dance, I can teach you. It'll be fun, I promise!"
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"Wow." Kitty couldn't help but be impressed. After wandering down twisting, turning passage that seemed as if they had been carved out of the soil underneath Bayville by some kind of giant mole, and they were suddenly in what must be Golan's home. The chamber was huge, a giant dome of brown earth lit with hastily adapted electric lights that must be plugged into the town's main supply. Scattered wooden packing crates looked like they were used as chairs or tables, and there was a makeshift bed in one corner, but not much else. Kitty could hardly believe someone could live down here, but it didn't take away the impressiveness of the giant room. "You know, this would make one excellent dance hall. We could, like, throw the best party down here and no one would ever think of complaining about the noise! Wait here, I'm gonna run back to the mansion and get a stereo and some snacks, then we can totally get these dance lessons going!"
Golan nodded eagerly, throwing his hat across the space and stripping off his thick coat, stretching his extra arms as Kitty ran back the way they had come. Not fifteen minutes had passed before she was back, armed with a stereo as promised and accompanied by two boys bearing crisps and drinks. Golan became suddenly very defensive at the sight of the two strangers, his eyes rolled back in his head, his four arms extended and all around him the earth began to shake. Clods fell from the ceiling as both boys gasped and tried to shield their heads. Kitty ran forwards, taking Golan's wrist.
"Golan, no! They're friends, I promise" Golan blinked at her, eyelids flicking across his eyes. Kitty smiled her most encouraging smile, and turned to do the introductions. "Golan, this is Iceman and this is Cannonball. They're coming to the dance on Friday too, and they can't dance either!" She couldn't keep the humour from her voice, making Golan smile. "I thought we could all, like, practice together?"
Slowly, Golan nodded. Bobby and Cannonball breathed a collective sigh of relief, making Kitty laugh as she flicked on the stereo at full volume. Time to have some fun!
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 05
"Hello children, Daddy not home?" The critical voice of Mystique cut over the row between Quicksilver and Avalanche that was threatening to bring the brotherhood house down, literally. She always wondered how on earth, considering the state of the rest of the house, the pretty glass in the front door managed to stay in one piece.
"What are you doing here?" It was Wanda who answered her.
"In case you've forgotten, this is my house." Mystique pointed out, checking to see if the two other brotherhood members were about. But Blob and Toad weren't home, for which she was grateful. They didn't feature in her plans.
"Yeah well, our Father is in charge around here now, not you Mystique." Pietro was as cocky as ever. Did nothing change?
"And where is he exactly? Still in Vancouver with those narrow-minded gangs? Or has he made it to Europe in his efforts to enlighten the authorities there to the power of mutants? Or maybe you don't know, because his children or not he hasn't seen fit to let you in on his plans?" The coldness of her sarcastic voice irritated the Brotherhood more so because what she was saying was exactly true. They had no idea where Magneto was.
"That still doesn't explain why you're here Mystique. Or what's kept you away from Bayville all this time." Lance pointed out.
"I've been away securing our future," Mystique answered grandly. "I have discovered things that you never thought possible, secret powers that only I can show you how to gain for yourselves........."
For a second all three youngsters looked blankly at her. Then greed filled their young faces, making Mystique smile. The young were too easy to manipulate, always so impulsive and emotional. Her mind drifted to her adopted daughter and her inappropriate alliances. But Rogue was not a problem to be dealing with right now.
"What do you mean?" Wanda asked finally. "What powers? What future?"
"I can answer those questions." Mystique promised. "But not today. It's not yet time." She was rewarded by the disappointment on the three youngster's faces. "But, if you are interested, I think there may be something to keep you occupied in the meantime. I suppose you've heard about the high school dance?"
"Yeah?" Quicksilver asked. "What of it?"
"You may want to attend." Mystique growled. "I have a feeling it might be very interesting........."
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"You wanna take me to the dance?" Rogue asked incredulously. Had the whole world gone mad?
"Ain't that what I just said, Cherie?" Gambit pointed out. He'd grabbed her on the way out of school, rather relieved that Jonnie hadn't been around.
"Why? I don't understand?" Why was she so close to turning him down? Rogue asked herself. Was it because part of her had been hoping that Jonnie would ask her today? He hadn't, and had shown no signs of asking her either. And what was suddenly wrong with Gambit anyway? Looking up at him, she was forced to admit nothing was wrong with him; he was still as gorgeous as ever. So maybe something was wrong with her?
"It not my idea, either Cherie." Gambit was growing impatient, if she was so against being seen with him, why couldn't she just say no already? Did she think this game was fun? "But Blaze thought it'd be good for us to........."
"Blaze thought? Well there's a first time for everythin'." Rogue spat sarcastically. "What she wanna put us through some crummy dance contest for, does she think its some kinda joke?"
"I don't t'ink so, seein' as she goin' too." Gambit replied frowning.
"She is? Who with?" Rogue snapped. "No doubt she thinks she can steal the show or somethin'......... Well not on my turf! You're on, Remy, you can pick me up at seven thirty."
"Sure Chere." Gambit offered not quite sarcastically as she started to walk away from him to where Scott and his car were waiting. "Whatever you say."
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"Hi Golan, how's it going?" Kitty asked as she caught up with her newest friend outside of school. She'd been meaning to catch up with the shy mutant all day, but they had none of the same classes. Still, it didn't mean she hadn't seen him take a few snide comments from other students about his odd appearance, or missed the helpless glances he'd shot in her direction.
"Golan cannot wait to be home, safe and in de dark of de warm earth." He answered without raising his head or looking at her from under his hat.
"Is that where you live? Underground?" Kitty asked. "Can I see?"
"Like to see de home of Golan Kitty would?" The strange boy picked up at the idea, smiling his frog-like smile.
"Of course Golan." Kitty returned the smile. "We're friends, we should hang out together. That is, if you want to?"
"Golan very much like hanging with de Shadowcat. Golan would like to take Kitty to de contest of de dance, but he does not know how to dance. Embarrass his friend Golan must not, for friends Golan does not have many of, and care for Kitty he does."
"I'd love to go to the dance with you, Golan!" Kitty exclaimed. "And don't worry about not being able to dance, I can teach you. It'll be fun, I promise!"
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"Wow." Kitty couldn't help but be impressed. After wandering down twisting, turning passage that seemed as if they had been carved out of the soil underneath Bayville by some kind of giant mole, and they were suddenly in what must be Golan's home. The chamber was huge, a giant dome of brown earth lit with hastily adapted electric lights that must be plugged into the town's main supply. Scattered wooden packing crates looked like they were used as chairs or tables, and there was a makeshift bed in one corner, but not much else. Kitty could hardly believe someone could live down here, but it didn't take away the impressiveness of the giant room. "You know, this would make one excellent dance hall. We could, like, throw the best party down here and no one would ever think of complaining about the noise! Wait here, I'm gonna run back to the mansion and get a stereo and some snacks, then we can totally get these dance lessons going!"
Golan nodded eagerly, throwing his hat across the space and stripping off his thick coat, stretching his extra arms as Kitty ran back the way they had come. Not fifteen minutes had passed before she was back, armed with a stereo as promised and accompanied by two boys bearing crisps and drinks. Golan became suddenly very defensive at the sight of the two strangers, his eyes rolled back in his head, his four arms extended and all around him the earth began to shake. Clods fell from the ceiling as both boys gasped and tried to shield their heads. Kitty ran forwards, taking Golan's wrist.
"Golan, no! They're friends, I promise" Golan blinked at her, eyelids flicking across his eyes. Kitty smiled her most encouraging smile, and turned to do the introductions. "Golan, this is Iceman and this is Cannonball. They're coming to the dance on Friday too, and they can't dance either!" She couldn't keep the humour from her voice, making Golan smile. "I thought we could all, like, practice together?"
Slowly, Golan nodded. Bobby and Cannonball breathed a collective sigh of relief, making Kitty laugh as she flicked on the stereo at full volume. Time to have some fun!