Chiara wasn't quite sure why they'd all been questioned by Xavier
until she left the room. He was testing for authenticity. He was psychic...
couldn't he just look in their eyes and know? He'd asked her what the name
of her old school was and now, she was in the boarding area of the X-Jet.
She let out a heavy breath, looking at the plane which was pointed towards the ceiling. Simon appeared by her shoulder.
"Cool?" he asked. Chiara nodded slightly. "I'm learning to fly it, Noise." he said, raising his eyebrows as he used her new codename. Chiara threw him a fake smile.
"That's fascinating!" she said with obviously pretend excitement. There was a metallic noise and the plane's ramp folded open. Logan looked out from inside and gestured for them to come in.
One by one they went up. It was colder in the plane than it had been outside. Chiara dropped her uniform on a chair and rubbed her arms.
"Shit, it's freezing." Twist said as she climbed into the cabin.
"Watch your language." Logan said. Twist made a face behind his back and turned to Chiara.
"You okay?" she asked. Chiara nodded again.
"Just the usual confidence-rape from Simon." she said, rolling her eyes.
"Aw... so nothing new." Twist said. Chiara shook her head. "You're quiet." Twist noticed. Chiara shrugged.
"Don't feel like talking." she said. Twist nodded this time.
"Okay." she said. After a few moments of silence the other six crowded into the jet and they were all forced to sit down in the multiple chairs in the cabin. Storm and Cyclops sat in the two pilot seats, Simon closely behind then, taking note of the control levels.
"He seems slightly headstrong." Streak said quietly in Chiara's ear from where she was sitting behind.
"He's Simon, Streak." Chiara said, folding her arms. They waiting in a haze of whispered conversations until the plane gave a sudden jolt and began to lift through the opening in the middle of the basketball court. She tied on her seatbelt quickly, realising he hadn't had it on.
The jet lifted like a hovercraft, settling them all in silence, and the view of the outside world appeared in the windshield. They seemed to hang in the air for a moment before Cyclops hit a switch and they moved suddenly, jetting above the trees. Chiara glanced around her at those who were now her fellow-world savers... at least she liked to think of it that way.
She lifted her two index fingers and played a spark in between them, bored.
"Don't..." Alyx said from beside her. "Please..."
"Why not?" Chiara asked.
"Cause... I'm tense. And if you get too close to a gas leak we'd all blow up and die." Alyx said quickly. Chiara tried not to laugh, seeing that the girl was obviously frightened. She leaned over and put a hand on Alyx's arm.
"I don't see a gas leak." she said.
"Don't lean." Cyclops said quickly, without turning. Chiara sat back immediately, grumbling. Alyx tensed again.
Chiara closed her eyes, trying to think of something to relax herself. She settled on Cyclops being attacked by wild dogs, and that seemed to work. She was not aware that she fell asleep.
She opened her eyes when something in the plane gave a huge metallic groan. She looked past the back of her seat, seeing no puncture in the cabin.
"Hey, she's awake." Twist said suddenly, coming and sitting in the empty seat next to Chiara.
"I fell asleep?"
"Yeah, for about and hour and half." Twist shrugged. She was wearing her uniform. The black stretchy fabric seemed to fit her skinny form perfectly. Her hands were cloaked with long black gloves and she had a belt on with an X in the middle.
"I was have a good dream." Chiara smiled, glancing at where Cyclops was still sitting in the cock pit.
Twist handed her her uniform. Chiara realised it must have fallen off her lap.
"You need to change. There's a place with a curtain in the back." she said. Chiara nodded and undid her seatbelt. She walked slowly into the back on the plane. Kurt was sitting against one of the walls, muttering something to himself. Behind her, her friends and the other students were sitting in their seats talking idly.
Chiara slid open the curtain and closed it behind her. The area behind was probably only three square feet in diameter. She signed loudly and pulled off her halter shirt.
She emerged a few minutes later and shuffled embarressed back to her seat. The boots were uncomfortable... she could barely move... how was she supposed to fight again?
"Nice wardrobe, Chi." Simon said from in front of her. "Is it skintight?"
Chiara forced herself to glare at him, but she felt herself growing red and hot. She moved out of her seat again and walked into the dingy back of the plane.
She let out a heavy breath, looking at the plane which was pointed towards the ceiling. Simon appeared by her shoulder.
"Cool?" he asked. Chiara nodded slightly. "I'm learning to fly it, Noise." he said, raising his eyebrows as he used her new codename. Chiara threw him a fake smile.
"That's fascinating!" she said with obviously pretend excitement. There was a metallic noise and the plane's ramp folded open. Logan looked out from inside and gestured for them to come in.
One by one they went up. It was colder in the plane than it had been outside. Chiara dropped her uniform on a chair and rubbed her arms.
"Shit, it's freezing." Twist said as she climbed into the cabin.
"Watch your language." Logan said. Twist made a face behind his back and turned to Chiara.
"You okay?" she asked. Chiara nodded again.
"Just the usual confidence-rape from Simon." she said, rolling her eyes.
"Aw... so nothing new." Twist said. Chiara shook her head. "You're quiet." Twist noticed. Chiara shrugged.
"Don't feel like talking." she said. Twist nodded this time.
"Okay." she said. After a few moments of silence the other six crowded into the jet and they were all forced to sit down in the multiple chairs in the cabin. Storm and Cyclops sat in the two pilot seats, Simon closely behind then, taking note of the control levels.
"He seems slightly headstrong." Streak said quietly in Chiara's ear from where she was sitting behind.
"He's Simon, Streak." Chiara said, folding her arms. They waiting in a haze of whispered conversations until the plane gave a sudden jolt and began to lift through the opening in the middle of the basketball court. She tied on her seatbelt quickly, realising he hadn't had it on.
The jet lifted like a hovercraft, settling them all in silence, and the view of the outside world appeared in the windshield. They seemed to hang in the air for a moment before Cyclops hit a switch and they moved suddenly, jetting above the trees. Chiara glanced around her at those who were now her fellow-world savers... at least she liked to think of it that way.
She lifted her two index fingers and played a spark in between them, bored.
"Don't..." Alyx said from beside her. "Please..."
"Why not?" Chiara asked.
"Cause... I'm tense. And if you get too close to a gas leak we'd all blow up and die." Alyx said quickly. Chiara tried not to laugh, seeing that the girl was obviously frightened. She leaned over and put a hand on Alyx's arm.
"I don't see a gas leak." she said.
"Don't lean." Cyclops said quickly, without turning. Chiara sat back immediately, grumbling. Alyx tensed again.
Chiara closed her eyes, trying to think of something to relax herself. She settled on Cyclops being attacked by wild dogs, and that seemed to work. She was not aware that she fell asleep.
She opened her eyes when something in the plane gave a huge metallic groan. She looked past the back of her seat, seeing no puncture in the cabin.
"Hey, she's awake." Twist said suddenly, coming and sitting in the empty seat next to Chiara.
"I fell asleep?"
"Yeah, for about and hour and half." Twist shrugged. She was wearing her uniform. The black stretchy fabric seemed to fit her skinny form perfectly. Her hands were cloaked with long black gloves and she had a belt on with an X in the middle.
"I was have a good dream." Chiara smiled, glancing at where Cyclops was still sitting in the cock pit.
Twist handed her her uniform. Chiara realised it must have fallen off her lap.
"You need to change. There's a place with a curtain in the back." she said. Chiara nodded and undid her seatbelt. She walked slowly into the back on the plane. Kurt was sitting against one of the walls, muttering something to himself. Behind her, her friends and the other students were sitting in their seats talking idly.
Chiara slid open the curtain and closed it behind her. The area behind was probably only three square feet in diameter. She signed loudly and pulled off her halter shirt.
She emerged a few minutes later and shuffled embarressed back to her seat. The boots were uncomfortable... she could barely move... how was she supposed to fight again?
"Nice wardrobe, Chi." Simon said from in front of her. "Is it skintight?"
Chiara forced herself to glare at him, but she felt herself growing red and hot. She moved out of her seat again and walked into the dingy back of the plane.