As We Were
Disclamier: We make the movie ourselves. It's about witches, and this is our symbol!
Review Response:
Enchantedlight—Thank you, thank you. ::bows:: Some times Xavier is stupid and doesn't know what the best thing for the situation is. I mean... Who...ah... um... Well, he is. It doesn't matter if I don't have any concrete evidence currently.
RebelRogue127—Don't worry! She doesn't! I just put that in there to freak out the reviewers who know their comics. Thanks so much... Oh, and Ladies and Gentelmen... please welcome... THE FIRST NEW REVIEWER OF THE CHAPTER!
PomegranateQueen—Um... Let's see... What happened? I'll paraphrase. We find out that Rogue hat lost her X-Gene some how, Remy apologizes, and half the institute now thinks Remy's gay. That work for you?
X-TEME X-23—My cousin is only two months younger than me. We were having a party, and I wanted to check my email. I'll let you know how Rogue lost the X-Gene, as soon as I find out myself. XD.
SickmindedSucker—Actually, Remy just told everyone he was gay to say that he was. He's an odd one. But I like your story too. May have to write that in a dream sequence... Hm... Thanks so much!
DemonRogue13—Thank you, thank you, thank you very much.
Epona04—THE SECOND NEW REVEIWER OF THE CHAPTER! Well, Remy's not actually gay. He's just having a party.
Star-of-Chaos—Yay! The first reviewer who mentioned it who didn't believe it! And I lurve you for that.
RikaTabithaStarr—And that brings the people who believed it up to... like... four. He's not gay. Just joshin', god I had that phrase. Must go wash out my typewriter for writing that.
Ishandalf—Both of them! They shall multi-task! And you can have a kinky threesome! Now I'm on 5 people who believed that Remy was gay. HE'S STRAIGHT!!! Ooh, exclamation marks are fun! Good idea, about the Betsy/Ally evil plotting. I've really got to start working on the new chapters... Erugh. I completely agree with you. Stupid teachers. That's something they WOULD do too, you know? Woot! Group therapy! Now: 2 for 1! Buy two therapy sessions for the price of one!
I am now going to kill my computer. I just typed up more than half of the review responses, and it kills them! DIE DIE DIE!
DreamCatcher89—ANOTHER new reviewer! Welcome, welcome, welcome! The ROMY is coming. So do not fret. I just enjoy keeping my reviewers want more, and torturing them. I shall get rid of Betsy at some point, but I do not know when. Possibly a uber huge fight between her and Remy. Hm...
I Heart The Distillers—Yes, I am playing with your mind. It is like playdough. I'm only joking about Remy being gay. He is, alas, only Metro Sexual. Actually, I myself only know what's happening through chapter 16. ::Sigh:: But I think I may have Ally and Betsy play a huge part in... I'VE GOT IT! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I have now found away for Betsy and Remy to break up! I now worship you.
DemonicGambit—Yes, they are evil, as am I.
Loneraven—YET ANOTHER NEW REVIEWER! Thank you. I've always known Betsy is a bitch. Always have. Never liked her. Danced when she was killed by Vargas. No, Betsy and Remy do not break up over this, as Remy is not gay. But I now know HOW they break up! I just have to write leading up to it...
Lord-Chilluh—I completely agree. Of course it's not true! Congradulations for seeing through my author tricks! And for being a new reviewer, tambien!
Rage-girl-05—Yeah, I know. If those people cared to notice, on the summary, I specifically said this was a ROMY! So why the hell would I have Remy be gay if I was going to make this a ROMY? ::sighs and rolls eyes:: Don't get me wrong, I lurve my reviewers, but wow... They are gullable.
Pandora's Sorrow—I so completely agree with you. Gay guys rock my socks! I lurve them. You know what's random? That guys get turned on by two girl's kissing. I'd think they'd get annoyed, seeing as that they cannot have either of them.
Public service announcement: At Hot Topic, they have sunglasses that have red lenses. I was wearing my friend's boyfriend's pair and I said, "Wow, I feel like Scott." This made my friend, Lizzie, promptly put in X-Men. So, if you want to, go buy them and feel like Scott!
"No," Remy said, frowning at Rogue.
"Yes, Remy," Rogue urged.
"No, dere is no way dat I'm goin' t' help y' pick out... lingerie... y're my best friend, an' I can't help y' wit dat."
"Rem, ya've seen me in less, an' Ah need a new bra."
"Not in... Victoria's Secret! Y' can go t' Marshal Fields an' get somethin', but y're too young t' find out Victoria's secret. Hell, Remy don' even know Victoria's secre," Remy said firmly.
"Ah'll model for you," Rogue said, hoping to sway the one with the credit card.
"Sorry, I'm attached."
"As Ah noticed..." Rogue trailed off, trying to win sympathy points.
"Damn it, Rogue, y' win," Remy sighed. Rogue grabbed his arm and then dragged him inside.
"Hi! I'm Sally!" A perky girl with blonde hair and blue eyes said. "Looking for something for that special night?"
"No," Rogue said curtly. "We're not tagether."
"But you came in the door together," Sally said testily.
"We're jus' friends," Remy said. "She dragged me in. Listen, Roguey, why don' y' go find somethin', while Remy talks t' this nice lady here," Rogue cast Remy a glance, but knew what he was doing. So, she scampered off.
"Sally, dat's a nice name," Remy began, taking her hand and kissing it. Sally giggled.
"It's a family name," She said in a high nasally voice that got obnoxious easily.
"An' what family be dat?"
"The O'Claires."
"Sally O'Claire... It's tres bien."
"You speak French?"
"Non, Remy jus' grew up in N'Arleans, an' didn' pick up a word o' it," Remy said sarcastically.
"Oh," Sally nodded. "I don't speak French either." Remy silently smacked himself. Not the brightest crayon in the makeup drawer... Or however it went.
"So..." Remy struggled for something to say. "What's y're favorite color?" Yes, a nice reliant answer.
"Magenta, it's my favorite type of pink," Sally said, causing Remy to laugh. "Did I say something funny?"
"Non, it's jus' dat..." How to explain. "In mon favorite movie, people show t'ings at de screen, an' one of de t'ings is 'What's y're favorite color,' an' den de screen goes 'Magenta!'"
"Oh...?" Sally looked confused. "Just as long as you're not one of those psycho's who goes to the same movie every Saturday night, and throws things, and dresses up as the characters."
"No, no worries, I don' do dat," Lied Remy.
"Remy!" Rogue called from the dressing room. "Ah foun' this fer Roc--" But Rogue was cut off by Remy quickly running to the dressing room, opening the door and placing his hand over Rogue's mouth.
"What'dya do that fer?" Rogue sputtered, after getting Remy's hand off her mouth.
"Y' don' wanna tell 'bout Rocky," Remy said.
"An' why not?"
"Because Sally's gonna give m' a discount, dat's why." Rogue nodded.
"Remy?"
"What?"
"Can ya move? Ah'm only half dressed." Remy grinned and left the dressing room by way of the flimsy curtain.
"What was that about?" Sally asked when Remy re-imerged.
"Oh, she was... Ah... Er... Ah... Havin' trouble wit de zipper on a nightie...?" Remy tried. Sally was too stupid to see his obvious lie.
"Oh, okay," Sally just nodded happily as Remy mentally whacked himself. Not whacked himself off, you pervs. "So," Sally began, giving Remy the eye. "What's your name?"
"Ah... Sirius... Potter," Remy smiled.
"I thought I heard your 'friend' call you Remy?"
"Remy's just mon nickname. Long story. Inside joke." Sally bought it.
"And what's your opinon on mutants?"
What de hell is dis femme doin'? Checkin' moi out fer a possible boyfriend? Not happen. Remy's jus' fine wit Betsy./ Them Remy realized the question. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Suddenly he felt very lucky to have contacts in today. "Well, I jus' t'ink dat dey are jus' misunderstood. I mean, if de normal people tried t' talk wit dem instead o' shootin' dem every time dey see dem, den maybe we'd get somewhere, hanh?"
"Ah, I like your side of the story," Sally was leaning towards Remy. "Where'd you get this insight? And why didn't you call humans humans, but instead call them 'normal people'?"
"Because, mon ami, mutants are humans. De jus' got special powers."
"Then why does the "Normal People"," Sally drew quotes in the air. "Fear mutants?"
"People tend t' hate what dey can't have," Remy said very poetically. "An' or fear. Ah, ready?" Remy asked, looking at Rogue as she immerged from the dressing room with a pile of clothes in her arms.
"Yeah, jus' these items," Rogue said, handing them to Sally. Sally 'humph'ed and took Rogues clothes, a sneaking suspicion coming across her that Sirius would be seeing those on his floor. Sally rung them up grudgingly and handed them in a nice bag to Rogue. As they exited the store, Sally called after them. "Bye Sirius! Bye... ahh..."
"Lily!" Remy yelled before Rogue could say anything. Rogue turned to Remy. "What? Mah name's not Lily, an' yo's innit Sirius, so what's tha deal?"
"Relax, Roguey," Remy said, smiling. "Fake names. An I jus' gave her a mutant's opinion on mutants, but I doubt dat it got through her t'ick skull." Rogue cracked a smile at Remy, who flashed her one back.
"You amuse me," Rogue said simply.
"Jus' dat?"
"Only that."
"So, Remy's not hot n' sexy o' anyt'ing?"
"No, not at all." Lies.
"Say dat wit a Transilvanian accent, an' Remy may haffta hurt ya."
"Rem, ya'd never hurt me. Ah'm yo' best friend, an'a girl. Though that's nevah stopped ya durin a session," Rogue warned.
"Damn dat. Remy can't decide whether t' stick wit chivalry o' what he wants t' do."
"An' what does Remy want to do?" Rogue asked as they wandered towards the music store.
"Whack y'."
"How nice," Rogue smiled curtly as she entered the store.
"Why are we goin' in here now?"
"Is that your favorite question?"
"Maybe. Now, answer m' question. Why?"
"Because Ah wanna git Kurt a birthday present." Rogue said, as his birthday was coming up.
"What type o' present?"
"A shirt. Either Bare Naked Ladies, he loves them, The Beatles, or somehow find a piratey shirt. He's a suckah fer pirate movies."
"A shirt? Soun's like y' got t'ree shirts from y' list. One from here, one from a piratey store, an' one from a porn shop."
"Huh?" Rogue turned to look at Remy as they passed a group of highschool girls who giggled at seeing Remy. Remy flashed them a smile before looking back at Rogue.
"Bare naked ladies?"
"They're a band. Of guys."
"Ah," Remy just nodded and followed Rogue.
"Do ya think he'll like this one?" Rogue asked, since they had wondered back to the part of the store that sold music paraphernalia. She held up a black shirt with a grave stone, and the words 'I Buried Paul' on it.
"Urban legend much?"
"He'll like it. An' if he doesn't, Ah will," She handed the shirt to Remy. "Oh, an' this one," Rogue held up a different shirt, cream colored, with five backsides of five girls, but the faces were turned around to show the members of the band's faces. 'Bare Naked Ladies' was written under it.
"Sure," Remy nodded, this time looking at a CD entitled 'Rocky Horror Punk Rock Show.'
They headed up to the checkout, and Rogue paid for Kurt's shirts as Remy struck up a conversation with a girl about the difference between This Is Spinal Tap and Metallica's Some Kind of Monster, a documentary that Rogue and Remy had seen a while back.
"Spinal Tap is a classic!" The girl with green hair in braids and a nose ring said. "Some Kind Of Monster has a long way to go!"
"Listen, Ah agree with ya," Rogue said, glancing at the girl. "But Ah'm starvin', an' Remy promised to take meh ta the food court. Or did he tell ya his name was Sirius this time?" The girl gave a confused look, but let Rogue carry Remy away.
"He's hot," The girl commented, looking at the checkout man. "I think he liked me, until his girlfriend dragged him off."
"Yeah, you an' the other entire female population of the mall," The checkout guy sighed. Some guys have all the luck.
Disclamier: We make the movie ourselves. It's about witches, and this is our symbol!
Review Response:
Enchantedlight—Thank you, thank you. ::bows:: Some times Xavier is stupid and doesn't know what the best thing for the situation is. I mean... Who...ah... um... Well, he is. It doesn't matter if I don't have any concrete evidence currently.
RebelRogue127—Don't worry! She doesn't! I just put that in there to freak out the reviewers who know their comics. Thanks so much... Oh, and Ladies and Gentelmen... please welcome... THE FIRST NEW REVIEWER OF THE CHAPTER!
PomegranateQueen—Um... Let's see... What happened? I'll paraphrase. We find out that Rogue hat lost her X-Gene some how, Remy apologizes, and half the institute now thinks Remy's gay. That work for you?
X-TEME X-23—My cousin is only two months younger than me. We were having a party, and I wanted to check my email. I'll let you know how Rogue lost the X-Gene, as soon as I find out myself. XD.
SickmindedSucker—Actually, Remy just told everyone he was gay to say that he was. He's an odd one. But I like your story too. May have to write that in a dream sequence... Hm... Thanks so much!
DemonRogue13—Thank you, thank you, thank you very much.
Epona04—THE SECOND NEW REVEIWER OF THE CHAPTER! Well, Remy's not actually gay. He's just having a party.
Star-of-Chaos—Yay! The first reviewer who mentioned it who didn't believe it! And I lurve you for that.
RikaTabithaStarr—And that brings the people who believed it up to... like... four. He's not gay. Just joshin', god I had that phrase. Must go wash out my typewriter for writing that.
Ishandalf—Both of them! They shall multi-task! And you can have a kinky threesome! Now I'm on 5 people who believed that Remy was gay. HE'S STRAIGHT!!! Ooh, exclamation marks are fun! Good idea, about the Betsy/Ally evil plotting. I've really got to start working on the new chapters... Erugh. I completely agree with you. Stupid teachers. That's something they WOULD do too, you know? Woot! Group therapy! Now: 2 for 1! Buy two therapy sessions for the price of one!
I am now going to kill my computer. I just typed up more than half of the review responses, and it kills them! DIE DIE DIE!
DreamCatcher89—ANOTHER new reviewer! Welcome, welcome, welcome! The ROMY is coming. So do not fret. I just enjoy keeping my reviewers want more, and torturing them. I shall get rid of Betsy at some point, but I do not know when. Possibly a uber huge fight between her and Remy. Hm...
I Heart The Distillers—Yes, I am playing with your mind. It is like playdough. I'm only joking about Remy being gay. He is, alas, only Metro Sexual. Actually, I myself only know what's happening through chapter 16. ::Sigh:: But I think I may have Ally and Betsy play a huge part in... I'VE GOT IT! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I have now found away for Betsy and Remy to break up! I now worship you.
DemonicGambit—Yes, they are evil, as am I.
Loneraven—YET ANOTHER NEW REVIEWER! Thank you. I've always known Betsy is a bitch. Always have. Never liked her. Danced when she was killed by Vargas. No, Betsy and Remy do not break up over this, as Remy is not gay. But I now know HOW they break up! I just have to write leading up to it...
Lord-Chilluh—I completely agree. Of course it's not true! Congradulations for seeing through my author tricks! And for being a new reviewer, tambien!
Rage-girl-05—Yeah, I know. If those people cared to notice, on the summary, I specifically said this was a ROMY! So why the hell would I have Remy be gay if I was going to make this a ROMY? ::sighs and rolls eyes:: Don't get me wrong, I lurve my reviewers, but wow... They are gullable.
Pandora's Sorrow—I so completely agree with you. Gay guys rock my socks! I lurve them. You know what's random? That guys get turned on by two girl's kissing. I'd think they'd get annoyed, seeing as that they cannot have either of them.
Public service announcement: At Hot Topic, they have sunglasses that have red lenses. I was wearing my friend's boyfriend's pair and I said, "Wow, I feel like Scott." This made my friend, Lizzie, promptly put in X-Men. So, if you want to, go buy them and feel like Scott!
"No," Remy said, frowning at Rogue.
"Yes, Remy," Rogue urged.
"No, dere is no way dat I'm goin' t' help y' pick out... lingerie... y're my best friend, an' I can't help y' wit dat."
"Rem, ya've seen me in less, an' Ah need a new bra."
"Not in... Victoria's Secret! Y' can go t' Marshal Fields an' get somethin', but y're too young t' find out Victoria's secret. Hell, Remy don' even know Victoria's secre," Remy said firmly.
"Ah'll model for you," Rogue said, hoping to sway the one with the credit card.
"Sorry, I'm attached."
"As Ah noticed..." Rogue trailed off, trying to win sympathy points.
"Damn it, Rogue, y' win," Remy sighed. Rogue grabbed his arm and then dragged him inside.
"Hi! I'm Sally!" A perky girl with blonde hair and blue eyes said. "Looking for something for that special night?"
"No," Rogue said curtly. "We're not tagether."
"But you came in the door together," Sally said testily.
"We're jus' friends," Remy said. "She dragged me in. Listen, Roguey, why don' y' go find somethin', while Remy talks t' this nice lady here," Rogue cast Remy a glance, but knew what he was doing. So, she scampered off.
"Sally, dat's a nice name," Remy began, taking her hand and kissing it. Sally giggled.
"It's a family name," She said in a high nasally voice that got obnoxious easily.
"An' what family be dat?"
"The O'Claires."
"Sally O'Claire... It's tres bien."
"You speak French?"
"Non, Remy jus' grew up in N'Arleans, an' didn' pick up a word o' it," Remy said sarcastically.
"Oh," Sally nodded. "I don't speak French either." Remy silently smacked himself. Not the brightest crayon in the makeup drawer... Or however it went.
"So..." Remy struggled for something to say. "What's y're favorite color?" Yes, a nice reliant answer.
"Magenta, it's my favorite type of pink," Sally said, causing Remy to laugh. "Did I say something funny?"
"Non, it's jus' dat..." How to explain. "In mon favorite movie, people show t'ings at de screen, an' one of de t'ings is 'What's y're favorite color,' an' den de screen goes 'Magenta!'"
"Oh...?" Sally looked confused. "Just as long as you're not one of those psycho's who goes to the same movie every Saturday night, and throws things, and dresses up as the characters."
"No, no worries, I don' do dat," Lied Remy.
"Remy!" Rogue called from the dressing room. "Ah foun' this fer Roc--" But Rogue was cut off by Remy quickly running to the dressing room, opening the door and placing his hand over Rogue's mouth.
"What'dya do that fer?" Rogue sputtered, after getting Remy's hand off her mouth.
"Y' don' wanna tell 'bout Rocky," Remy said.
"An' why not?"
"Because Sally's gonna give m' a discount, dat's why." Rogue nodded.
"Remy?"
"What?"
"Can ya move? Ah'm only half dressed." Remy grinned and left the dressing room by way of the flimsy curtain.
"What was that about?" Sally asked when Remy re-imerged.
"Oh, she was... Ah... Er... Ah... Havin' trouble wit de zipper on a nightie...?" Remy tried. Sally was too stupid to see his obvious lie.
"Oh, okay," Sally just nodded happily as Remy mentally whacked himself. Not whacked himself off, you pervs. "So," Sally began, giving Remy the eye. "What's your name?"
"Ah... Sirius... Potter," Remy smiled.
"I thought I heard your 'friend' call you Remy?"
"Remy's just mon nickname. Long story. Inside joke." Sally bought it.
"And what's your opinon on mutants?"
What de hell is dis femme doin'? Checkin' moi out fer a possible boyfriend? Not happen. Remy's jus' fine wit Betsy./ Them Remy realized the question. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Suddenly he felt very lucky to have contacts in today. "Well, I jus' t'ink dat dey are jus' misunderstood. I mean, if de normal people tried t' talk wit dem instead o' shootin' dem every time dey see dem, den maybe we'd get somewhere, hanh?"
"Ah, I like your side of the story," Sally was leaning towards Remy. "Where'd you get this insight? And why didn't you call humans humans, but instead call them 'normal people'?"
"Because, mon ami, mutants are humans. De jus' got special powers."
"Then why does the "Normal People"," Sally drew quotes in the air. "Fear mutants?"
"People tend t' hate what dey can't have," Remy said very poetically. "An' or fear. Ah, ready?" Remy asked, looking at Rogue as she immerged from the dressing room with a pile of clothes in her arms.
"Yeah, jus' these items," Rogue said, handing them to Sally. Sally 'humph'ed and took Rogues clothes, a sneaking suspicion coming across her that Sirius would be seeing those on his floor. Sally rung them up grudgingly and handed them in a nice bag to Rogue. As they exited the store, Sally called after them. "Bye Sirius! Bye... ahh..."
"Lily!" Remy yelled before Rogue could say anything. Rogue turned to Remy. "What? Mah name's not Lily, an' yo's innit Sirius, so what's tha deal?"
"Relax, Roguey," Remy said, smiling. "Fake names. An I jus' gave her a mutant's opinion on mutants, but I doubt dat it got through her t'ick skull." Rogue cracked a smile at Remy, who flashed her one back.
"You amuse me," Rogue said simply.
"Jus' dat?"
"Only that."
"So, Remy's not hot n' sexy o' anyt'ing?"
"No, not at all." Lies.
"Say dat wit a Transilvanian accent, an' Remy may haffta hurt ya."
"Rem, ya'd never hurt me. Ah'm yo' best friend, an'a girl. Though that's nevah stopped ya durin a session," Rogue warned.
"Damn dat. Remy can't decide whether t' stick wit chivalry o' what he wants t' do."
"An' what does Remy want to do?" Rogue asked as they wandered towards the music store.
"Whack y'."
"How nice," Rogue smiled curtly as she entered the store.
"Why are we goin' in here now?"
"Is that your favorite question?"
"Maybe. Now, answer m' question. Why?"
"Because Ah wanna git Kurt a birthday present." Rogue said, as his birthday was coming up.
"What type o' present?"
"A shirt. Either Bare Naked Ladies, he loves them, The Beatles, or somehow find a piratey shirt. He's a suckah fer pirate movies."
"A shirt? Soun's like y' got t'ree shirts from y' list. One from here, one from a piratey store, an' one from a porn shop."
"Huh?" Rogue turned to look at Remy as they passed a group of highschool girls who giggled at seeing Remy. Remy flashed them a smile before looking back at Rogue.
"Bare naked ladies?"
"They're a band. Of guys."
"Ah," Remy just nodded and followed Rogue.
"Do ya think he'll like this one?" Rogue asked, since they had wondered back to the part of the store that sold music paraphernalia. She held up a black shirt with a grave stone, and the words 'I Buried Paul' on it.
"Urban legend much?"
"He'll like it. An' if he doesn't, Ah will," She handed the shirt to Remy. "Oh, an' this one," Rogue held up a different shirt, cream colored, with five backsides of five girls, but the faces were turned around to show the members of the band's faces. 'Bare Naked Ladies' was written under it.
"Sure," Remy nodded, this time looking at a CD entitled 'Rocky Horror Punk Rock Show.'
They headed up to the checkout, and Rogue paid for Kurt's shirts as Remy struck up a conversation with a girl about the difference between This Is Spinal Tap and Metallica's Some Kind of Monster, a documentary that Rogue and Remy had seen a while back.
"Spinal Tap is a classic!" The girl with green hair in braids and a nose ring said. "Some Kind Of Monster has a long way to go!"
"Listen, Ah agree with ya," Rogue said, glancing at the girl. "But Ah'm starvin', an' Remy promised to take meh ta the food court. Or did he tell ya his name was Sirius this time?" The girl gave a confused look, but let Rogue carry Remy away.
"He's hot," The girl commented, looking at the checkout man. "I think he liked me, until his girlfriend dragged him off."
"Yeah, you an' the other entire female population of the mall," The checkout guy sighed. Some guys have all the luck.