The group entered the foyer the brotherhood boys marveled at how expensive
looking and shiny everything was, whilst Pile of sheets made itself
comfortable against a wall. The x-children came down the stairs just in
time to see a mad Erik storm through the door.
"That really hurt ya know" he fumed, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Your fault"
Erik growled, "Lamp" he shouted pointing at the lamp, them making a sweeping gesture to point at Charlie. Nothing happened. He tried again, nothing happened.
"Ha, Erik's had a power failure" Charlie taunted in a very unlike professor Xavier way.
"That's it, Now I'm Really Angry" The former magneto suddenly resembled his old self a lot more, minus the bright red embarrassment hue. He pointed his arm, making a grabbing motion towards the table and hurled the largest object he could at his adversary. It hit Charlie right between the eyes, then fell to the floor, the sound echoing though the room over the deafening silence. All eyes remained fixed on the former projectile, Charlie was the first to break from his shock, he bent and picked up the projectile and studied it a second before announcing:
"All beware the mighty magnet man, for in his anger, he showers his victims with the evil viciousness of PAPERCLIPS" The laughter that roared through the room was too much for Erik. He glared at the inhabitant of the room, then turned and stormed into the kitchen. Probably not the best place to be when ones magnetic powers are acting up.
Meanwhile upstairs, in a certain weather witches room, very agitated and very confused girl stood staring at another item from her wardrobe.
"I actually go out in this stuff? There's something seriously not kosher about this and dam do those skirts suck, where are my jeans? Where's my leather jacket, Where are all my tools? I've searched everywhere and all I can find are some bathroom products, these clothes and some photos of people I don't even know. I must have been kidnapped, or jailed, and they're trying to rehabilitate me into some sort of Skirt wearing, leather jacket not having, bath taking, family loving drone. Well, They obviously don't know me very well, they don't call me Jack for nothin' " 'Jack' smiled at her own self promotion and grabbed the least flowery-girly-prissy thing she could find and strode out the door, ready to take on any government conspiracy they could throw at her.
Authors notes: About storm, I read an x-men 'What if?' comic and in it Storm was a thief until she was like 20ish so because I liked her that way, she is a thief now. And in the comic her name is Jack, so it is here! Don't like it? Soooo don't care! I do, it creates a nice contrast. And about the paperclip 'echoing' aint y'all heard the saying 'could hear a pin drop'!
Thanks to all my reviewers this time: chacreed, Chrissie, BlazeStryker(I completely forgot about Sabertooth, thanx!) and HoneyBug16(Yes there is a time travel bug going around, I suggest everyone catch it, or squish it!) - This chapter is for you guys!! NEXT chapter: Kitchen fun and lots of..haven't decided yet, I'll see what the review inspire me to do!
"That really hurt ya know" he fumed, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Your fault"
Erik growled, "Lamp" he shouted pointing at the lamp, them making a sweeping gesture to point at Charlie. Nothing happened. He tried again, nothing happened.
"Ha, Erik's had a power failure" Charlie taunted in a very unlike professor Xavier way.
"That's it, Now I'm Really Angry" The former magneto suddenly resembled his old self a lot more, minus the bright red embarrassment hue. He pointed his arm, making a grabbing motion towards the table and hurled the largest object he could at his adversary. It hit Charlie right between the eyes, then fell to the floor, the sound echoing though the room over the deafening silence. All eyes remained fixed on the former projectile, Charlie was the first to break from his shock, he bent and picked up the projectile and studied it a second before announcing:
"All beware the mighty magnet man, for in his anger, he showers his victims with the evil viciousness of PAPERCLIPS" The laughter that roared through the room was too much for Erik. He glared at the inhabitant of the room, then turned and stormed into the kitchen. Probably not the best place to be when ones magnetic powers are acting up.
Meanwhile upstairs, in a certain weather witches room, very agitated and very confused girl stood staring at another item from her wardrobe.
"I actually go out in this stuff? There's something seriously not kosher about this and dam do those skirts suck, where are my jeans? Where's my leather jacket, Where are all my tools? I've searched everywhere and all I can find are some bathroom products, these clothes and some photos of people I don't even know. I must have been kidnapped, or jailed, and they're trying to rehabilitate me into some sort of Skirt wearing, leather jacket not having, bath taking, family loving drone. Well, They obviously don't know me very well, they don't call me Jack for nothin' " 'Jack' smiled at her own self promotion and grabbed the least flowery-girly-prissy thing she could find and strode out the door, ready to take on any government conspiracy they could throw at her.
Authors notes: About storm, I read an x-men 'What if?' comic and in it Storm was a thief until she was like 20ish so because I liked her that way, she is a thief now. And in the comic her name is Jack, so it is here! Don't like it? Soooo don't care! I do, it creates a nice contrast. And about the paperclip 'echoing' aint y'all heard the saying 'could hear a pin drop'!
Thanks to all my reviewers this time: chacreed, Chrissie, BlazeStryker(I completely forgot about Sabertooth, thanx!) and HoneyBug16(Yes there is a time travel bug going around, I suggest everyone catch it, or squish it!) - This chapter is for you guys!! NEXT chapter: Kitchen fun and lots of..haven't decided yet, I'll see what the review inspire me to do!