MP3 again. Next up on my list to introduce are the Brotherhood. Don't worry
people, the Acolytes will be next. Disclaimer is also still unavailable so
I will be the one saying that.
I do not own X-Men:Evolution or any of the original characters submitted to me by reviewers. I do however own my own characters although none of them show up in this chappie!
IMPORTANT NOTICE! All of my reviewers who had your OC selected and did not write a love interest had better either submit one to me or suffer my choices! Because I will choose for you! Note that you cannot choose Remy, Scott, Kurt, Bobby, Pyro, Warren, Piotr, Pietro, Wanda, Kitty, or Amara. People please! All you need is love and I will have love in this fiction! I WILL!!! And now. The Brotherhood!!(Note that this takes place on the same day as the X-Men getting the new recruits)
""-Talking ''-Thinking ##-Whatever group I'm talking about or scene change ************************************************ Another sickeningly beautiful day at the Brotherhood Boarding House with all of its occupants spread throughout, amusing themselves. Fred and Todd were sitting on the couch, watching pointless cartoons with Wanda stretched out on an armchair, reading. Pietro was upstairs brushing his hair and had been doing so for the past half hour and Lance was leaning against the kitchen counter, absently eating cereal. Pietro having finished his hair, rushed down the stairs, knocking into a clean-cut boy in a nice pair of jeans, a button-down white shirt, and white sneakers. The boy fell against one of the dirty walls, his short brown hair not moving an iota, his brown eyes boring into Pietro. The speed demon mumbled at him before zipping of to the kitchen.
"Sorry, Dan-man! Didn't see you there. But then again that's the
point, right?" Daniel rubbed a spare pink hand over each shoulder and responded in his clipped intelligent voice, a hint of his British accent only slightly apparent.
"That's quite all right Pietro. I wasn't paying attention, it won't
happen again." Pietro mumbled something and emerged with a piece of toast jammed into his mouth. Daniel nodded as though he understood and continued his ascent. Both boys were looked at the front door in shock as it fell to the ground with a thump, sending up puffs of dust. Lance walked in, a bowl full of cereal poised in one hand, cereal in his mouth, when it opened suddenly, milk pouring out, and the bowl clattering to the floor. A short girl with her dark brown hair in a high ponytail and her emerald green eyes confident stepped on top of the door, hands on her hips, smiling like a fiend. She wore baggy camouflage pants, a camo vest over a black tanktop, black fingerless gloves, black combat boots, and silvery army dog-tags with her name and birthday. Her clothes hung well on her strong but feminine form, her black tanktop revealing tanned skin and the beginning of a diagonal scar on her right shoulder. All of the boys gaped at her in shock and her smile grew wider. "Hey, Lancey-boy! How's my favorite cousin doing?" Pietro and Daniel turn to look at Lance, who is still standing and staring in shock. The girl walked farther into the hall, motioning behind her, seemingly for others to follow her. Three girls behind her stuck their heads into the door, eyeing the Brotherhood boys around their apparent leader. One stepped over the threshold, her black sneakers pushing the door farther into the carpet. She was tall with striking teal eyes and shoulder length brown hair confined into two pigtails that brushed the top of her red bell-sleeved shirt over plain blue jeans. Daniel caught his breath as their eyes locked and the girl smiled slightly, moving onto the carpet and letting a slightly shorter girl step onto the door. The pale girl blushed slightly as she realized the boys were looking at her, swinging her head so that her long auburn french braid thunked against the door frame. She was slightly pudgier than her companions but it was hidden both by her clothes and the curves she possessed. Her large hazel peeked out from behind circular wire-rimmed glasses and scanned the room quickly. A spare strand of hair flew onto her forehead and she brushes it to the side and off of a minute scar on her forehead. She stuck a hand into the pocket of her brown leather bootleg pants which brushed the top of her short brown leather boots. A loose forest green peasant blouse hung well on her thin shoulders, accented by a gold chain with a circular gold pendant watch. The lid had emerald green enamel inside the gold 'frame' and a raised gold Celtic cross in the center. The girl smiled sweetly and beckoned to her companion behind her. The third and final girl stepped through, brushing a few strands of strawberry blonde hair off her lightly freckled face. Her large pale blue eyes were filled with innocence and shock at the crumbling Victorian house, her small plump mouth parted. She filled the door as she entered, her form slightly meaty and of a middle height. She wore a thin white long-sleeved shirt, camo pants, black fingerless gloves, and Adidas gym shoes. She looked around the dirty walls and let out a low whistle. "God, I need to wash my hands." The first girl laughed and gave her a teasing smile. "It's not that bad, Darcy. It could be worse actually. Knowing my cousin, it could have been a hole in the ground." She giggled and the auburn-haired girl glared at her.
"You brought us to this place , Denise, saying that we would be safe.
Saying that we would have a place to stay. You never said it's current
occupants would stare at us like we're insects." She glared at the open-mouthed Todd, before turning it on Denise herself. Lance shook his head and tore into his cousin himself.
"What are they talking about Denny? What are you doing here?" One of the unnamed girls smiled to herself and stepped forward.
"We're here because, like you, we're all mutants with no place to
stay. And places that don't want us or places we don't want to be. We
met Denise and all the pieces fell in place. Right, girls?" Denise nodded rapidly and responded completely unfazed. "Seyla, I couldn't have put it better myself." Seyla returned the smile and nodded as Denise whipped around, chattering to Lance.
"We're staying Lancey-poo. All of us. Besides, it looks like you need
a few more girls around here." Denise eyes Wanda warily, giving her a weak smile. Wanda looks thoughtful when a sudden spray of water hits her from the side. She looks over and scowled at the boy grinning from the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, definitely more girls. Especially since that menace got here." The boy laughed and pushed his long black hair out of his face. His brown eyes danced as he looked over each of the new girls, the scar over his left eyebrow barely noticeable. He walked down the stairs to take a seat on the fourth step, ignoring Wanda's death glare and glancing at Lance.
"Let them stay. We need some females around this place anyway. The
perfume will drown out Todd's stink." Daniel, still standing at the top of the stairs, chuckles lightly and nods in agreement. "Jason has his point. Anything to drown out that stench would be welcome." Jason reclined against the stairs, stretching out a long jean clad leg and adjusting his black sweat-shirt hem. That motion caught Darcy's eye and she whipped her head to look down at it. Jason looked down as well then looked up to meet her eyes. For a second, they stared at each other before Pietro could snap the entire room back to attention. "Well, if you're staying, you better go get your stuff." The girls nodded simultaneously as the next things Pietro said ran together.
"Thisisthemainhall, whereweneverareanyway.
Itleadstoeverywhereelseinthehouselikethekitchen, thelivingroom,
andtheupstairs.
Doyoufourmindroomingtogetherbecausewedon'treallyhavethatmanyrooms?
I'dlovetostayandchatbutIreallygottadash." Seyla let out a low whistle and stared at the speed demon. "Do you do that often? Is it a special technique or do you skip breathing all together?" Pietro winked at the tall blonde and responded heartily. "Breathing is for the weak!"* Before she could say anything, the thin Maximoff dashed out, sending a cloud of dust flying. Fred and Todd retreated to their cartoons, Wanda reading on a lounge chair nearby. Jason gave each of the new girls a smooth smile before brushing out the front door, knocking into Anne's shoulder and she fell forward slightly. She would have fallen more if not for Daniel, who had rushed down the stairs to help with the luggage. Anne tilted her face up to see him smiling and returned it warmly. He helped her stand upright and all of them went out to the front lawn to retrieve the baggage. Lance had loosened up a bit and was whispering heatedly to his cousin. She replied by laughing like a maniac. The others shook their heads and seeing that, all began laughing themselves. *************************************************************** Okay people, I'm finally done with this chappie and now I can have a break. Right *reviewers hold up a sign that says 'no!'* Ah! the work of an authoress is never done! No seriously people, bear with me! I have a jam- packed life, so it will be at least until next Wednesday or Thursday before I can start WRITING the next chapter. Deal with it, my loyal reviewers, deal with it. It's not that I don't love the Acolytes (quite the opposite! I love them!!!), they just came last on the list I planned to do this stuff on. Review, people, I love reviews. MP3 signing out for a while!!!
*This is a gift to my best friend, forgottenhavok, because I was channeling Pietro and talking like he does today!! Black Cherry Poison, my gurl, I told you I would do this!!!
I do not own X-Men:Evolution or any of the original characters submitted to me by reviewers. I do however own my own characters although none of them show up in this chappie!
IMPORTANT NOTICE! All of my reviewers who had your OC selected and did not write a love interest had better either submit one to me or suffer my choices! Because I will choose for you! Note that you cannot choose Remy, Scott, Kurt, Bobby, Pyro, Warren, Piotr, Pietro, Wanda, Kitty, or Amara. People please! All you need is love and I will have love in this fiction! I WILL!!! And now. The Brotherhood!!(Note that this takes place on the same day as the X-Men getting the new recruits)
""-Talking ''-Thinking ##-Whatever group I'm talking about or scene change ************************************************ Another sickeningly beautiful day at the Brotherhood Boarding House with all of its occupants spread throughout, amusing themselves. Fred and Todd were sitting on the couch, watching pointless cartoons with Wanda stretched out on an armchair, reading. Pietro was upstairs brushing his hair and had been doing so for the past half hour and Lance was leaning against the kitchen counter, absently eating cereal. Pietro having finished his hair, rushed down the stairs, knocking into a clean-cut boy in a nice pair of jeans, a button-down white shirt, and white sneakers. The boy fell against one of the dirty walls, his short brown hair not moving an iota, his brown eyes boring into Pietro. The speed demon mumbled at him before zipping of to the kitchen.
"Sorry, Dan-man! Didn't see you there. But then again that's the
point, right?" Daniel rubbed a spare pink hand over each shoulder and responded in his clipped intelligent voice, a hint of his British accent only slightly apparent.
"That's quite all right Pietro. I wasn't paying attention, it won't
happen again." Pietro mumbled something and emerged with a piece of toast jammed into his mouth. Daniel nodded as though he understood and continued his ascent. Both boys were looked at the front door in shock as it fell to the ground with a thump, sending up puffs of dust. Lance walked in, a bowl full of cereal poised in one hand, cereal in his mouth, when it opened suddenly, milk pouring out, and the bowl clattering to the floor. A short girl with her dark brown hair in a high ponytail and her emerald green eyes confident stepped on top of the door, hands on her hips, smiling like a fiend. She wore baggy camouflage pants, a camo vest over a black tanktop, black fingerless gloves, black combat boots, and silvery army dog-tags with her name and birthday. Her clothes hung well on her strong but feminine form, her black tanktop revealing tanned skin and the beginning of a diagonal scar on her right shoulder. All of the boys gaped at her in shock and her smile grew wider. "Hey, Lancey-boy! How's my favorite cousin doing?" Pietro and Daniel turn to look at Lance, who is still standing and staring in shock. The girl walked farther into the hall, motioning behind her, seemingly for others to follow her. Three girls behind her stuck their heads into the door, eyeing the Brotherhood boys around their apparent leader. One stepped over the threshold, her black sneakers pushing the door farther into the carpet. She was tall with striking teal eyes and shoulder length brown hair confined into two pigtails that brushed the top of her red bell-sleeved shirt over plain blue jeans. Daniel caught his breath as their eyes locked and the girl smiled slightly, moving onto the carpet and letting a slightly shorter girl step onto the door. The pale girl blushed slightly as she realized the boys were looking at her, swinging her head so that her long auburn french braid thunked against the door frame. She was slightly pudgier than her companions but it was hidden both by her clothes and the curves she possessed. Her large hazel peeked out from behind circular wire-rimmed glasses and scanned the room quickly. A spare strand of hair flew onto her forehead and she brushes it to the side and off of a minute scar on her forehead. She stuck a hand into the pocket of her brown leather bootleg pants which brushed the top of her short brown leather boots. A loose forest green peasant blouse hung well on her thin shoulders, accented by a gold chain with a circular gold pendant watch. The lid had emerald green enamel inside the gold 'frame' and a raised gold Celtic cross in the center. The girl smiled sweetly and beckoned to her companion behind her. The third and final girl stepped through, brushing a few strands of strawberry blonde hair off her lightly freckled face. Her large pale blue eyes were filled with innocence and shock at the crumbling Victorian house, her small plump mouth parted. She filled the door as she entered, her form slightly meaty and of a middle height. She wore a thin white long-sleeved shirt, camo pants, black fingerless gloves, and Adidas gym shoes. She looked around the dirty walls and let out a low whistle. "God, I need to wash my hands." The first girl laughed and gave her a teasing smile. "It's not that bad, Darcy. It could be worse actually. Knowing my cousin, it could have been a hole in the ground." She giggled and the auburn-haired girl glared at her.
"You brought us to this place , Denise, saying that we would be safe.
Saying that we would have a place to stay. You never said it's current
occupants would stare at us like we're insects." She glared at the open-mouthed Todd, before turning it on Denise herself. Lance shook his head and tore into his cousin himself.
"What are they talking about Denny? What are you doing here?" One of the unnamed girls smiled to herself and stepped forward.
"We're here because, like you, we're all mutants with no place to
stay. And places that don't want us or places we don't want to be. We
met Denise and all the pieces fell in place. Right, girls?" Denise nodded rapidly and responded completely unfazed. "Seyla, I couldn't have put it better myself." Seyla returned the smile and nodded as Denise whipped around, chattering to Lance.
"We're staying Lancey-poo. All of us. Besides, it looks like you need
a few more girls around here." Denise eyes Wanda warily, giving her a weak smile. Wanda looks thoughtful when a sudden spray of water hits her from the side. She looks over and scowled at the boy grinning from the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, definitely more girls. Especially since that menace got here." The boy laughed and pushed his long black hair out of his face. His brown eyes danced as he looked over each of the new girls, the scar over his left eyebrow barely noticeable. He walked down the stairs to take a seat on the fourth step, ignoring Wanda's death glare and glancing at Lance.
"Let them stay. We need some females around this place anyway. The
perfume will drown out Todd's stink." Daniel, still standing at the top of the stairs, chuckles lightly and nods in agreement. "Jason has his point. Anything to drown out that stench would be welcome." Jason reclined against the stairs, stretching out a long jean clad leg and adjusting his black sweat-shirt hem. That motion caught Darcy's eye and she whipped her head to look down at it. Jason looked down as well then looked up to meet her eyes. For a second, they stared at each other before Pietro could snap the entire room back to attention. "Well, if you're staying, you better go get your stuff." The girls nodded simultaneously as the next things Pietro said ran together.
"Thisisthemainhall, whereweneverareanyway.
Itleadstoeverywhereelseinthehouselikethekitchen, thelivingroom,
andtheupstairs.
Doyoufourmindroomingtogetherbecausewedon'treallyhavethatmanyrooms?
I'dlovetostayandchatbutIreallygottadash." Seyla let out a low whistle and stared at the speed demon. "Do you do that often? Is it a special technique or do you skip breathing all together?" Pietro winked at the tall blonde and responded heartily. "Breathing is for the weak!"* Before she could say anything, the thin Maximoff dashed out, sending a cloud of dust flying. Fred and Todd retreated to their cartoons, Wanda reading on a lounge chair nearby. Jason gave each of the new girls a smooth smile before brushing out the front door, knocking into Anne's shoulder and she fell forward slightly. She would have fallen more if not for Daniel, who had rushed down the stairs to help with the luggage. Anne tilted her face up to see him smiling and returned it warmly. He helped her stand upright and all of them went out to the front lawn to retrieve the baggage. Lance had loosened up a bit and was whispering heatedly to his cousin. She replied by laughing like a maniac. The others shook their heads and seeing that, all began laughing themselves. *************************************************************** Okay people, I'm finally done with this chappie and now I can have a break. Right *reviewers hold up a sign that says 'no!'* Ah! the work of an authoress is never done! No seriously people, bear with me! I have a jam- packed life, so it will be at least until next Wednesday or Thursday before I can start WRITING the next chapter. Deal with it, my loyal reviewers, deal with it. It's not that I don't love the Acolytes (quite the opposite! I love them!!!), they just came last on the list I planned to do this stuff on. Review, people, I love reviews. MP3 signing out for a while!!!
*This is a gift to my best friend, forgottenhavok, because I was channeling Pietro and talking like he does today!! Black Cherry Poison, my gurl, I told you I would do this!!!