Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men although I wish I did. Then maybe I wouldn't be so damned poor and I'd get to hear Remy talk any time I want. Hehehe. Alas, that's all Marvels department though.
Wandering Souls
Chapter 1: New Arrival
A nervous chatter had settled over the meeting room as Gambit leaned against the wall, idly shuffling a deck of cards. His long brown trench coat flowed out around him easily and his tight black uniform hugged his body underneath, accenting his well defined physique. He watched through a pair of darkly tinted sunglasses as his fellow team members talked around the large round table, anxious about the newest mission.
Directly in front of the young ladies man sat Katherine Pryde, or Kitty, the institutes own valley girl. Her feet tucked under her body. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail with her bangs falling gracefully around her face. She wore her traditional form fitting black uniform with it's lavender stripe down the center. She fidgeted nervously in her seat.
"I, like, wonder why the Professor, like, wants to meet with us," she said, twirling her bangs around her right index finger.
"I don't know Keety," Kurt Wagner's thick German accented voice cut through the air. "Perhaps de brotherhood ist starting trouble again," Kurt sat to Kitty's right, he was short and built with piercing yellow eyes, blue fur and a tail. At least when his image inducer wasn't' on, like now. He wore his black and red uniform and tapped his hoof like fingers on the table, also fidgeting a bit.
Remy LeBeau continued to shuffle his cards. He understood there anxiety. Ever since their discovery and the Sentential attack, they had all been a bit on edge. He was just able to hide it better.
"Don't matter what it is dudes," Evan Daniels spoke up as he pulled at the yellow gloves of his blue and yellow uniform, his platinum hair contrasting with his dark skin. "Whatever it is, we'll kick its ass."
"That's enough guys," Scott Summers spoke up, ever the fearless leader. His brown hair was gelled perfectly into place and his yellow visor rested comfortably over his red eyes.
"Whatever, so long as we, like, don't have to face another one of those robot things," Kitty continued, ignoring Scott.
"Aw, didn't like the Sententials Kitty?" Jean Grey teased lightly, her long red hair held out of her face by her black head guard. The lime green on her suit, which would have looked tacky on anyone else, bringing out her eyes as she slipped her hand sweetly into Scott's.
Before anyone else could speak, the doors to the briefing room slid open and the three leading adults of the X-Men strode confidently into the room. In the center, sitting straight and proud was the founder of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Charles Xavier. His presence gaining respect, without demanding it, at the strength and power he possessed, despite his paralyzed legs. To his immediate right, and looking like the true image of the dignified goddess stood Ororo Monroe, her snow white hair falling gracefully around her shoulders, and onto her deep blue cape. Her ocean blue eyes shining out against her rich chocolate skin. And to the Professors left, stood Logan, or the Wolverine. Truly a force to be reckoned with in his blue and yellow uniform, his muscles tense and his brown eyes scanning the room, missing no detail of the large room. His black hair stood almost like horns at the side of his head and he had thick muttonchops growing down the side of his face.
"Alright listen up," Logan growled as the X-Men turned to look at their leaders. Respect and anxiety clear on their faces.
"Thank you Logan," Charles nodded at the other man as he wheeled farther into the room. "It seems the brotherhood is at it again. Cerebro and I have detected their mutant abilities in use down at the airport. I don't know why they're there, but I fear for the innocent that are traveling. I'm sending you to go make sure nothing goes wrong."
"Of course Professor," Scott said releasing Jeans hand and heading for the door. "We won't let you down. Alright gang, lets move," he began towards the door when Logan's hand landed hard on Scott's shoulder.
"Hold on a sec there bub," he barked, slightly amused by the young mans enthusiasm.
"Logan's right Scott. You are not going there to start a fight. Just to make sure that they aren't planning on terrorizing any of those innocent people," Charles said, turning towards the young man he thought of as a son sometimes.
"Don't worry Professor, Scott's right," Jean said coming up behind Scott, the others rising from their seats and joining the team. Remy to, pushed himself off the doorframe and joined the group. "We won't let you down."
Together the group left, heading towards the hanger and the blackbird. Charles watched them leave, pride and fear in his eyes.
"Do not worry, Charles," Ororo said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Logan and I will watch after them.
"Just be careful my X-Men," Charles said as the two older members followed the students towards the jet.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The ground at the Bayville Airport shook slightly as Lance Alvers eyes rolled slightly and his fists clenched. "I said to cut your shit Maximoff!" he growled, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes. He stood over six feet tall in a pair of tattered blue jeans, a black t-shirt and brown vest, and annoyance written all over his face.
"Man Lance cool your jets yo," Toad said crouching next to the angry teen. His greenish skin covered in a light slime as he caught a bug that happened to get to close, with his tongue. "Mystique said no mistakes yo," he chewed thoughtfully and pushed his tan hair out of his eyes. "Y'know what she'll do if we screw up pickin' up her daughter."
"Oh like she could do anything," Pietro Maximoff stated, coming to a sudden halt in front of the two boys. "My dad would kill her if she tried." His platinum hair spiked perfectly and his tight fitting brown sweater displaying his muscles for the women passing by. He took his opportunity to wink at a blonde before turning his attention back to the boys, glaring at Lance who had finally stopped his little power show. He was about to speak when suddenly a nearby cord wrapped around his trachea and began to squeeze.
"I've had enough of you, dear brother," Wanda stated walking up to the group, one hand outstretched towards her twin. Her long velvet red trench coat hanging loosely over her Goth attire. Fred took that moment to walk up next to her, a bag of Doritos in the boys large hand and a vacant expression on his face.
"Well, well, well, y'all must be de ones mah mamma sent fer me," a southern voice cut through the tension.
The group turned to stare at the young woman before them, her auburn hair flowing down to her shoulders with two snow white streaks framing her pale face and emerald green eyes. She stood before them in a pair of tight black leather pants, combat boots, a black halter top with a green over shirt and black leather gloves. "Well ain't y'all a site." She had a duffle bag thrown over her shoulder and another in her hand. "So where'd y'all park?"
Wandering Souls
Chapter 1: New Arrival
A nervous chatter had settled over the meeting room as Gambit leaned against the wall, idly shuffling a deck of cards. His long brown trench coat flowed out around him easily and his tight black uniform hugged his body underneath, accenting his well defined physique. He watched through a pair of darkly tinted sunglasses as his fellow team members talked around the large round table, anxious about the newest mission.
Directly in front of the young ladies man sat Katherine Pryde, or Kitty, the institutes own valley girl. Her feet tucked under her body. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail with her bangs falling gracefully around her face. She wore her traditional form fitting black uniform with it's lavender stripe down the center. She fidgeted nervously in her seat.
"I, like, wonder why the Professor, like, wants to meet with us," she said, twirling her bangs around her right index finger.
"I don't know Keety," Kurt Wagner's thick German accented voice cut through the air. "Perhaps de brotherhood ist starting trouble again," Kurt sat to Kitty's right, he was short and built with piercing yellow eyes, blue fur and a tail. At least when his image inducer wasn't' on, like now. He wore his black and red uniform and tapped his hoof like fingers on the table, also fidgeting a bit.
Remy LeBeau continued to shuffle his cards. He understood there anxiety. Ever since their discovery and the Sentential attack, they had all been a bit on edge. He was just able to hide it better.
"Don't matter what it is dudes," Evan Daniels spoke up as he pulled at the yellow gloves of his blue and yellow uniform, his platinum hair contrasting with his dark skin. "Whatever it is, we'll kick its ass."
"That's enough guys," Scott Summers spoke up, ever the fearless leader. His brown hair was gelled perfectly into place and his yellow visor rested comfortably over his red eyes.
"Whatever, so long as we, like, don't have to face another one of those robot things," Kitty continued, ignoring Scott.
"Aw, didn't like the Sententials Kitty?" Jean Grey teased lightly, her long red hair held out of her face by her black head guard. The lime green on her suit, which would have looked tacky on anyone else, bringing out her eyes as she slipped her hand sweetly into Scott's.
Before anyone else could speak, the doors to the briefing room slid open and the three leading adults of the X-Men strode confidently into the room. In the center, sitting straight and proud was the founder of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Charles Xavier. His presence gaining respect, without demanding it, at the strength and power he possessed, despite his paralyzed legs. To his immediate right, and looking like the true image of the dignified goddess stood Ororo Monroe, her snow white hair falling gracefully around her shoulders, and onto her deep blue cape. Her ocean blue eyes shining out against her rich chocolate skin. And to the Professors left, stood Logan, or the Wolverine. Truly a force to be reckoned with in his blue and yellow uniform, his muscles tense and his brown eyes scanning the room, missing no detail of the large room. His black hair stood almost like horns at the side of his head and he had thick muttonchops growing down the side of his face.
"Alright listen up," Logan growled as the X-Men turned to look at their leaders. Respect and anxiety clear on their faces.
"Thank you Logan," Charles nodded at the other man as he wheeled farther into the room. "It seems the brotherhood is at it again. Cerebro and I have detected their mutant abilities in use down at the airport. I don't know why they're there, but I fear for the innocent that are traveling. I'm sending you to go make sure nothing goes wrong."
"Of course Professor," Scott said releasing Jeans hand and heading for the door. "We won't let you down. Alright gang, lets move," he began towards the door when Logan's hand landed hard on Scott's shoulder.
"Hold on a sec there bub," he barked, slightly amused by the young mans enthusiasm.
"Logan's right Scott. You are not going there to start a fight. Just to make sure that they aren't planning on terrorizing any of those innocent people," Charles said, turning towards the young man he thought of as a son sometimes.
"Don't worry Professor, Scott's right," Jean said coming up behind Scott, the others rising from their seats and joining the team. Remy to, pushed himself off the doorframe and joined the group. "We won't let you down."
Together the group left, heading towards the hanger and the blackbird. Charles watched them leave, pride and fear in his eyes.
"Do not worry, Charles," Ororo said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Logan and I will watch after them.
"Just be careful my X-Men," Charles said as the two older members followed the students towards the jet.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The ground at the Bayville Airport shook slightly as Lance Alvers eyes rolled slightly and his fists clenched. "I said to cut your shit Maximoff!" he growled, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes. He stood over six feet tall in a pair of tattered blue jeans, a black t-shirt and brown vest, and annoyance written all over his face.
"Man Lance cool your jets yo," Toad said crouching next to the angry teen. His greenish skin covered in a light slime as he caught a bug that happened to get to close, with his tongue. "Mystique said no mistakes yo," he chewed thoughtfully and pushed his tan hair out of his eyes. "Y'know what she'll do if we screw up pickin' up her daughter."
"Oh like she could do anything," Pietro Maximoff stated, coming to a sudden halt in front of the two boys. "My dad would kill her if she tried." His platinum hair spiked perfectly and his tight fitting brown sweater displaying his muscles for the women passing by. He took his opportunity to wink at a blonde before turning his attention back to the boys, glaring at Lance who had finally stopped his little power show. He was about to speak when suddenly a nearby cord wrapped around his trachea and began to squeeze.
"I've had enough of you, dear brother," Wanda stated walking up to the group, one hand outstretched towards her twin. Her long velvet red trench coat hanging loosely over her Goth attire. Fred took that moment to walk up next to her, a bag of Doritos in the boys large hand and a vacant expression on his face.
"Well, well, well, y'all must be de ones mah mamma sent fer me," a southern voice cut through the tension.
The group turned to stare at the young woman before them, her auburn hair flowing down to her shoulders with two snow white streaks framing her pale face and emerald green eyes. She stood before them in a pair of tight black leather pants, combat boots, a black halter top with a green over shirt and black leather gloves. "Well ain't y'all a site." She had a duffle bag thrown over her shoulder and another in her hand. "So where'd y'all park?"