ME: AH! A chapter 2! "Horse with No Name" strikes again!
I think we've already established the fact that I don't own the fuckin' X-men! I doubt that's ever going to change. But if it does, I'll let you know. Promise.
Felix: But you wish you could own the X-men.
ME: No, I'm satisfied just owning a prick like you.
Felix: And I'm satisfied that you're satisfied... bitch.
ME: I am a bitch.
Lloyd: I thought you were nice.
ME: Then you don't know me that well, do you? Just ask people from "Pigs on Wheels!" I'm a fucking bitch!
Van: She sure is.
ME: What the hell are you doing here!?! You're not in this fic! Go away!
Van: Fine bitch!
ME: Yeah!
Van: ...Do I leave now?
ME: Yes. Now would be good time to go away.
Van: ((Leaves.))
Lloyd: Who was that?
ME: A vampire.
Felix: Pfft. Those things aren't real.
ME: Well look who's talkin'! You're not real! You're just a fictional character I made up because I was bored! You have no real past, no real future! You have no real life! You only exist because I let you! I AM GOD!!!
Felix: ...You're crazy, that's what you are.
ME: Not crazy. Just eccentric.
SHOUT OUTS!!!
(Agent-G): Dude, that's weird. I went back and checked, turns out it occurs anywhere I put a dot, dot, dot.
Observe.
... (Unless it's working now, in which case you shall see the dot, dot, dot.)
(ldypebsaby): I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make it cliffy. But hey, whatever keeps 'em comin' back for more, right? I'm also glad you like my OCs. So who's better? Jasper, or Felix?
Really? You're allergic to both cats and dogs!? That's terrible! I'm so sorry. Are you allergic to horses?
Don't worry, secret safe with me. I won't the paint get you!
(fire inu): Well, Paul can't transform yet. He's just showing some odd signs. I decided to make Paul a special person that gets his powers early. Come on. A four-year old running around the mansion? That's gonna be hysterical!
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(FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW, THOSE WEIRD ASS SYMBOLS IN THE LAST CHAPTER POP UP WHENEVER I TYPE A DOT, DOT, DOT. AS IN THREE PERIODS IN A ROW. LIKE THIS:
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SO NOW YOU KNOW WHAT THE HELL THAT IS.)
The Institute
"And here," said Kitty to the new student. "Is your room."
The new kid, a small, delicate young woman with pretty green eyes and ginger hair, smiled. "Thanks," she said quietly to Kitty for showing her around.
"Any time," Kitty said happily. That's the first smile she'd seen on this girl's face all day. "If you have any trouble at all, like, come find me, ok?"
The girl nodded.
"You won't start training for a couple of days. You have some time to chill. But you start school like, tomorrow, so don't forget to set your clock."
She nodded again.
Awkward. Kitty wasn't sure what to say. The only things this girl, Colleen, had said all day was "Hello", "Colleen", and "Thanks." Kitty tried on several occasions to make small talk, but all Colleen did was nod or shake her head.
And when she tried to introduce her to Scott, she freaked out and refused to even look at him. Kitty felt sorry for Scott. He was so confused. All the guys were. Even after the Scott incident, when a boy walked by Colleen would get as far away from him as possible. She wouldn't even talk to the Professor. Something was up, but Kitty decided it might be better not to ask.
"So, uh... I'll leave to unpack then." Kitty turned to leave. "Oh! And dinner's like, at seven. Don't be late or all the good food'll be taken."
Nod.
Just as I thought, Kitty said to herself. A nod.
