Rebuilding Everything
by: MoonlightPhoenix3
MP3 back again. Sorry it took so long update. I had a killer book report due and I needed time to recover. Not to mention a three-day weekend in Miami, so most of this was written on my ancient laptop with the ten-inch screen. Actually, this author's note was written at a debate competition because I wasn't doing much except doodling and staring at the cute boys around the room. Anyway, first of all, I found a new cage for Disclaimer. Now whenever he speaks, it's all translated to say the word 'bunnies'. Listen.
Disclaimer: Bunnies! Bunnies, bunnies!
Ha! Real manly Disclaimer! (Yes, Disclaimer is a guy!) Second, to the people who submitted OCs with family ties to Evo characters, this is for you. First, I'm not going to change or omit those ties because I like them. It makes for a very interesting fiction with room for background and relationships. Most of this will be addressed in later chapters as I planned when I picked these OCs. Note! If I plan to change your OCs in any way, I will e-mail you with questions and possible situations. If you receive one of these e-mails, e-mail me back and do not respond on the review board. Responding on the review board could reveal pieces of my intended plot. Yes, people, I do have a plot in mind so don't act so shocked. Thanks for dealing with me and for my notes and all my incessant ramblings. I love to ramble like that and you'll just have to deal with it if you like my story. Now for your chappie I slaved so long over!
Acolytes chapter......NOW! ""-Talking ''-Thinking ##-Whatever group I'm talking about or scene change (Also know that this is on the same day as the two previous chapters) *I don't do accents, but I do try to imitate the way the character would talk* ***************************************************************** All seemed quiet and beautiful at Magneto's metal dome high in the Canadian Rockies. Remy LaBeau was playing a game of solitaire, humming a tune and occasionally singing certain lines in low mumbled French. He looked down at his fellow team mates from his perch on one of the metal beams serving as rafters. Piotr Rasputin was moving more boxes in his metal form. 'Merde,', Remy thought, 'Tin-man'll be moving boxes forever.' Piotr unloaded his final box and growled something at St. John Allerdyce. The Aussie let out his trademark maniacal laugh and snapped open his Zippo lighter, cradling the tiny flame. With a flick of his fingers it extended and grew, taking the shape of a tall curvaceous girl, dancing very suggestively. The flame disappeared as John's head flew forward, smacked by a slender female hand, the black punk bracelets slapping together lightly. The girl stepped out of the shadow and Remy recognized Josephina Maximoff, a scowl on her beautifully thin face. Magneto's adopted daughter scolded the pyromaniac, as though he were an errant puppy.
"God, you pervert! Can't you put your powers to some good use?? Make
s'mores or something just don't do that! Peter's helping and you're
perfectly capable! Just do something!!" She shook her head of bronze hair in frustration, two or three of the waist length braids hitting John in the face. He winced and fell over dramatically, howling in false pain.
"Aye, me eye!! You've blinded me, sheila! How can I be a good acolyte
if I'm blind?" He snapped up to stare at her accusingly, one hand over his left eye, still overly dramatic.
"How, I ask you, how???" Another feminine hand smacked against the back of John's head, sending him howling again and forcing a steely chuckle out of Piotr. The second girl stepped forward, laughing at John's reaction and scuffing her white tennis shoes against the stone floor, absently adjusting the hem of her midnight blue shirt over her dark blue jeans. Her blues eyes danced as she jokingly scolded the pair.
"Stop complaining, you little Aussie drama queen. You're not hurt!
And, you Josephina, abusing our team members! Shame! Piotr, darling,
you were wonderful. Just do whatever it is you were doing because you
do that best." She turned quickly on her heel and stalked off in good humor, stray dirty blonde hairs flying out of the bun at the base of her neck. Josephina giggled and skipped off to other business. The pyromaniac stared off in the direction the blonde had stalked off in. He whistled and rubbed his head where she had smacked him, tousling his fiery hair.
"I'd kill that girl if she weren't so damn cute. But why does she have
to hit so hard?" Piotr shrugged, an action that sounded far more severe as the metal plates on his shoulders shifted.
"Perhaps Samantha shares her affection for you through this violence?" The teen shrugged and the two boys split apart, moving to separate activities, Piotr to more heavy lifting, John to his lewd fire sculptures. Remy turned backed to his card game, intent on beating the smiling suits of royalty at their own game. He was interrupted by a rushing of air and the flutter of wings. Glancing up quickly, he was met by a pair of laughing emerald eyes. He scowled at the blonde girl as she caught her breath and softly beat her large feathery black wings.
"Faith, you're gonna knock my game to pieces. Be careful, you know
those things create a real stir." Faith threw her head to one side, laughing, letting her hair brush against the tops of her bare shoulders. AS she laughed fitfully, he scanned the outfit she wore all the time. A crimson violet spaghetti strap belly-shirt exposing a small stretch of skin above her lowrise dark blue jeans accented by a studded black belt. She swung her legs like a child, her black combat boots making her feet look much larger. Her laughing stopped abruptly and she looked at him, sickeningly sweet.
"Rem, you're such a baby when it comes to your little cards. You never
want to play a good game of 52 card pick-up. Especially from this
height. Honestly, it's a blast, Gumbo." Remy smiled at her and began pulling his cards into one neat pile, convinced that he wouldn't ever really finish it on his own. Faith let go of the edges of the rafters, helping to gather the cards, taking his pile and counting each of the cards as she went. Slowly counting the last two cards, she looked up sternly and almost accusing.
"Remy, there are only 51 cards here. How can you honestly play any
card game with only 51 cards? Where's the missing card? WHAT's the
missing card?" He grimaced, wishing that for once she didn't know him so well. She pounced on the expression, eagerly scooting closer to him on the rafter.
"Which one is it Remy? All your cards mean something to you and it's a
big thing for you to give them away. Which one is it???" He took a deep breath, seemingly ready to spill, swinging his leg to sit as she was. Unfortunately, Faith was so intent on the answer that she barely realized it as his leg thumped into her back and she flew off the rafter. She squawked, falling a few feet before beating her wings rapidly and gaining control. He laughed uncontrollably as she huffed then flapped off, leaving him to wipe the tears from his eyes. Faith settled on the stone floor, flicking her wings reflexively and sending another glare up at Remy. Suddenly, the heavy clang of metal shook all of the inhabitants of the dome. They all quickly dropped what they were doing, rushing to the open area, most wheezing from the effort except for Faith and Piotr, who had already been there. Remy jumped, landing as a cat would, and glanced at his teammates. There was no time for conversation as Magneto, otherwise known as Eric Magnus Lensher, Sabertooth, and two teenagers walked into the main area. One of the teens was a blonde girl of medium height with a gymnast's muscular body. Her clear green eyes were confidant and her expression smug as she gazed through the small crowd then at Magneto. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap tanktop with a little angel holding a heart, a knee length denim skirt, and white flip-flops. She shifted her weight, turning a curious gaze upon the other new arrival, Magneto between them blocking her view a little. This boy was much taller, reaching for the 6'0 ft. mark and made more imposing by his lean but muscular build. He looked more bored than anything, casually sweeping his black hair back out of his eyes and adjusting his photo-chromatic glasses(check the profile if you don't know). His unbuttoned half-sleeved black shirt hung well over a plain white shirt and black jeans. Silver glinted all over him, from the fastenings of his black boots to the silver Swatch adorning his left wrist. The edge of a tattoo peeked out from his shirt sleeve but only the tiniest piece. Faith unknowingly studied him, her mouth gaping open and her eyes traveling up and down in a searching manner. The teen cracked a smile and tilted his head, the small scar on the side of his jaw visible for the first time. Faith caught herself and began nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. The boy chuckled softly and scuffed the toe of his boot against the stone floor. Magneto judged the reactions before speaking in his commanding voice.
"My acolytes, I bring to you two new members, exceptional in their
abilities above all other candidates. This is Alyssa Triper, known as
Seraphim. She is my niece, so you would do well to contain your foul
opinions of me when she is around." Alyssa smiled sweetly, shuffling forward to hug Josephina around the neck. The other girl looked shocked for a moment before returning the gesture. Alyssa pulled back and shuffled back next to Magneto, still as sweet as ever, addressing the group and her uncle.
"It's real nice to meet all of you. Honest! And I'm not a spy, so feel
free to talk to talk freely around me. I hope that we can all be
friends." Magneto nodded in quick response before turning to the male of the new pair.
"This is Tenzo. Simply Tenzo, known for his talent at clay
sculptures." Sabertooth let out a low laugh that sounded similar to gravel rubbing together. He spun of his heel and stalked off, still laughing. The teens all looked back and forth, bewildered, before Magneto waved a gloved hand and flew off, yelling instructions behind.
"Remy, John, show your new teammates to their rooms. Their bags are
near the entrance, Piotr, if you would be so kind as to move them.
That is all, you may continue your activities now." The teens split apart almost instantly. Josephina and Samantha started discussing Magneto's preferred mode of transportation (floating metal spheres) and their effect on the stomach (they make you a bit queasy). Faith took off and began lazy circles in the air as the other boys moved to their appointed jobs. Piotr was madly muttering in Russian and shaking his head sharply. Alyssa watched with fascination before locking eyes with Remy and bursting out laughing. *************************************************** Wow! I'm done!!! And just in time for Thanksgiving too! Whoa. I honestly can't promise on how long it will be before the next chapter because I have semester exams to study for and take. Severe ouchies.
Special Note to pyroyoko: Why won't you update? *MP3 begins to cry* Please? With sugar on top? Ok, up date or I kill your OC!!!! Not really, but I'll threaten her good and hard! Please update!
Ok, bye for now, cuz it's late and I'm really wiped out.
BYE!!!!!! HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!!!!!!
MP3 back again. Sorry it took so long update. I had a killer book report due and I needed time to recover. Not to mention a three-day weekend in Miami, so most of this was written on my ancient laptop with the ten-inch screen. Actually, this author's note was written at a debate competition because I wasn't doing much except doodling and staring at the cute boys around the room. Anyway, first of all, I found a new cage for Disclaimer. Now whenever he speaks, it's all translated to say the word 'bunnies'. Listen.
Disclaimer: Bunnies! Bunnies, bunnies!
Ha! Real manly Disclaimer! (Yes, Disclaimer is a guy!) Second, to the people who submitted OCs with family ties to Evo characters, this is for you. First, I'm not going to change or omit those ties because I like them. It makes for a very interesting fiction with room for background and relationships. Most of this will be addressed in later chapters as I planned when I picked these OCs. Note! If I plan to change your OCs in any way, I will e-mail you with questions and possible situations. If you receive one of these e-mails, e-mail me back and do not respond on the review board. Responding on the review board could reveal pieces of my intended plot. Yes, people, I do have a plot in mind so don't act so shocked. Thanks for dealing with me and for my notes and all my incessant ramblings. I love to ramble like that and you'll just have to deal with it if you like my story. Now for your chappie I slaved so long over!
Acolytes chapter......NOW! ""-Talking ''-Thinking ##-Whatever group I'm talking about or scene change (Also know that this is on the same day as the two previous chapters) *I don't do accents, but I do try to imitate the way the character would talk* ***************************************************************** All seemed quiet and beautiful at Magneto's metal dome high in the Canadian Rockies. Remy LaBeau was playing a game of solitaire, humming a tune and occasionally singing certain lines in low mumbled French. He looked down at his fellow team mates from his perch on one of the metal beams serving as rafters. Piotr Rasputin was moving more boxes in his metal form. 'Merde,', Remy thought, 'Tin-man'll be moving boxes forever.' Piotr unloaded his final box and growled something at St. John Allerdyce. The Aussie let out his trademark maniacal laugh and snapped open his Zippo lighter, cradling the tiny flame. With a flick of his fingers it extended and grew, taking the shape of a tall curvaceous girl, dancing very suggestively. The flame disappeared as John's head flew forward, smacked by a slender female hand, the black punk bracelets slapping together lightly. The girl stepped out of the shadow and Remy recognized Josephina Maximoff, a scowl on her beautifully thin face. Magneto's adopted daughter scolded the pyromaniac, as though he were an errant puppy.
"God, you pervert! Can't you put your powers to some good use?? Make
s'mores or something just don't do that! Peter's helping and you're
perfectly capable! Just do something!!" She shook her head of bronze hair in frustration, two or three of the waist length braids hitting John in the face. He winced and fell over dramatically, howling in false pain.
"Aye, me eye!! You've blinded me, sheila! How can I be a good acolyte
if I'm blind?" He snapped up to stare at her accusingly, one hand over his left eye, still overly dramatic.
"How, I ask you, how???" Another feminine hand smacked against the back of John's head, sending him howling again and forcing a steely chuckle out of Piotr. The second girl stepped forward, laughing at John's reaction and scuffing her white tennis shoes against the stone floor, absently adjusting the hem of her midnight blue shirt over her dark blue jeans. Her blues eyes danced as she jokingly scolded the pair.
"Stop complaining, you little Aussie drama queen. You're not hurt!
And, you Josephina, abusing our team members! Shame! Piotr, darling,
you were wonderful. Just do whatever it is you were doing because you
do that best." She turned quickly on her heel and stalked off in good humor, stray dirty blonde hairs flying out of the bun at the base of her neck. Josephina giggled and skipped off to other business. The pyromaniac stared off in the direction the blonde had stalked off in. He whistled and rubbed his head where she had smacked him, tousling his fiery hair.
"I'd kill that girl if she weren't so damn cute. But why does she have
to hit so hard?" Piotr shrugged, an action that sounded far more severe as the metal plates on his shoulders shifted.
"Perhaps Samantha shares her affection for you through this violence?" The teen shrugged and the two boys split apart, moving to separate activities, Piotr to more heavy lifting, John to his lewd fire sculptures. Remy turned backed to his card game, intent on beating the smiling suits of royalty at their own game. He was interrupted by a rushing of air and the flutter of wings. Glancing up quickly, he was met by a pair of laughing emerald eyes. He scowled at the blonde girl as she caught her breath and softly beat her large feathery black wings.
"Faith, you're gonna knock my game to pieces. Be careful, you know
those things create a real stir." Faith threw her head to one side, laughing, letting her hair brush against the tops of her bare shoulders. AS she laughed fitfully, he scanned the outfit she wore all the time. A crimson violet spaghetti strap belly-shirt exposing a small stretch of skin above her lowrise dark blue jeans accented by a studded black belt. She swung her legs like a child, her black combat boots making her feet look much larger. Her laughing stopped abruptly and she looked at him, sickeningly sweet.
"Rem, you're such a baby when it comes to your little cards. You never
want to play a good game of 52 card pick-up. Especially from this
height. Honestly, it's a blast, Gumbo." Remy smiled at her and began pulling his cards into one neat pile, convinced that he wouldn't ever really finish it on his own. Faith let go of the edges of the rafters, helping to gather the cards, taking his pile and counting each of the cards as she went. Slowly counting the last two cards, she looked up sternly and almost accusing.
"Remy, there are only 51 cards here. How can you honestly play any
card game with only 51 cards? Where's the missing card? WHAT's the
missing card?" He grimaced, wishing that for once she didn't know him so well. She pounced on the expression, eagerly scooting closer to him on the rafter.
"Which one is it Remy? All your cards mean something to you and it's a
big thing for you to give them away. Which one is it???" He took a deep breath, seemingly ready to spill, swinging his leg to sit as she was. Unfortunately, Faith was so intent on the answer that she barely realized it as his leg thumped into her back and she flew off the rafter. She squawked, falling a few feet before beating her wings rapidly and gaining control. He laughed uncontrollably as she huffed then flapped off, leaving him to wipe the tears from his eyes. Faith settled on the stone floor, flicking her wings reflexively and sending another glare up at Remy. Suddenly, the heavy clang of metal shook all of the inhabitants of the dome. They all quickly dropped what they were doing, rushing to the open area, most wheezing from the effort except for Faith and Piotr, who had already been there. Remy jumped, landing as a cat would, and glanced at his teammates. There was no time for conversation as Magneto, otherwise known as Eric Magnus Lensher, Sabertooth, and two teenagers walked into the main area. One of the teens was a blonde girl of medium height with a gymnast's muscular body. Her clear green eyes were confidant and her expression smug as she gazed through the small crowd then at Magneto. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap tanktop with a little angel holding a heart, a knee length denim skirt, and white flip-flops. She shifted her weight, turning a curious gaze upon the other new arrival, Magneto between them blocking her view a little. This boy was much taller, reaching for the 6'0 ft. mark and made more imposing by his lean but muscular build. He looked more bored than anything, casually sweeping his black hair back out of his eyes and adjusting his photo-chromatic glasses(check the profile if you don't know). His unbuttoned half-sleeved black shirt hung well over a plain white shirt and black jeans. Silver glinted all over him, from the fastenings of his black boots to the silver Swatch adorning his left wrist. The edge of a tattoo peeked out from his shirt sleeve but only the tiniest piece. Faith unknowingly studied him, her mouth gaping open and her eyes traveling up and down in a searching manner. The teen cracked a smile and tilted his head, the small scar on the side of his jaw visible for the first time. Faith caught herself and began nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. The boy chuckled softly and scuffed the toe of his boot against the stone floor. Magneto judged the reactions before speaking in his commanding voice.
"My acolytes, I bring to you two new members, exceptional in their
abilities above all other candidates. This is Alyssa Triper, known as
Seraphim. She is my niece, so you would do well to contain your foul
opinions of me when she is around." Alyssa smiled sweetly, shuffling forward to hug Josephina around the neck. The other girl looked shocked for a moment before returning the gesture. Alyssa pulled back and shuffled back next to Magneto, still as sweet as ever, addressing the group and her uncle.
"It's real nice to meet all of you. Honest! And I'm not a spy, so feel
free to talk to talk freely around me. I hope that we can all be
friends." Magneto nodded in quick response before turning to the male of the new pair.
"This is Tenzo. Simply Tenzo, known for his talent at clay
sculptures." Sabertooth let out a low laugh that sounded similar to gravel rubbing together. He spun of his heel and stalked off, still laughing. The teens all looked back and forth, bewildered, before Magneto waved a gloved hand and flew off, yelling instructions behind.
"Remy, John, show your new teammates to their rooms. Their bags are
near the entrance, Piotr, if you would be so kind as to move them.
That is all, you may continue your activities now." The teens split apart almost instantly. Josephina and Samantha started discussing Magneto's preferred mode of transportation (floating metal spheres) and their effect on the stomach (they make you a bit queasy). Faith took off and began lazy circles in the air as the other boys moved to their appointed jobs. Piotr was madly muttering in Russian and shaking his head sharply. Alyssa watched with fascination before locking eyes with Remy and bursting out laughing. *************************************************** Wow! I'm done!!! And just in time for Thanksgiving too! Whoa. I honestly can't promise on how long it will be before the next chapter because I have semester exams to study for and take. Severe ouchies.
Special Note to pyroyoko: Why won't you update? *MP3 begins to cry* Please? With sugar on top? Ok, up date or I kill your OC!!!! Not really, but I'll threaten her good and hard! Please update!
Ok, bye for now, cuz it's late and I'm really wiped out.
BYE!!!!!! HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!!!!!!