Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.

DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.

Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.

Universe: Misfit-Verse

AN: Since this fic does take place in the general time line of Red Witch's TSOCL, there will be many things similar in this story, the trial, Thunderbird and Proteus and of course X23. However, the inter-LOAFERs and other Scions will also have their own massive influence, so while you can expect similarities in this with the major plot points, don't expect a lot of the stuff you saw in TSOCL, as the previous story has had it's effects and warped the time line and several other factors considerably. What I'm saying is; there will be similarities, but mainly there will be differences

Lost in LA

"I don't believe this." Lance said as he, Anakin, Obi-Wan and Kitty walked down the streets of LA. "We just got her fifteen minutes ago and already we've had to split up and search for those guys."

"It would seem our guides are more interested in avoiding the city than showing it to us, wouldn't it Anakin?" Obi-Wan had changed into more appropriate clothing for their current setting and was wearing a simple brown t-shirt and khaki pants.

"Yes, it would seem so Master." Anakin, who was dressed normally except for the lack of his hood, said as the group passed a street corner with two scantly clad young women. "And it would seem clothing is somewhat optional here." The young Jedi Knight joked.

"Actually, they're prostitutes." Lance said blankly, he flinched when he caught Kitty's glare.

"I figured as much." Anakin sighed, "Perfection was right though, this world does seem to need help."

"You don't know the half of it." Lance rolled his eyes as he noticed a coyote walk up right beside him. "Oh goody." He groaned as he realized he was having another episode.

"What's good?" Obi-Wan asked, he had detected the distress in the young man's voice.

"Oh, nothing much, just a hallucinatory episode." Lance said as he stopped and popped a pill in his mouth and swallowed. "By imaginary coyote that sounds like Pietro." He waved to no one.

"Master is insane?" Anakin made sure to whisper so that Lance couldn't hear him.

"I don't quite know…" Obi-Wan, then walked alongside Lance. "Lance was it?"

"Yeah." Lance said dryly. "And I know what you're going to ask."

"Oh, you do?" Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow.

"I was experimented on by a psycho name Magneto, now I see an imaginary coyote that sounds just like Pietro, the speedy jerk from the hotel, and I get the wonderful experience of seizures every now and then." Lance cracked a faux smile.

"That's horrible." Anakin said in shock, "Is there no way to fix it?"

"Well, the JOEs can't and I think if the Scions could have, they would have." Lance sighed.

"Well that's not entirely true." A voice came from an alley up ahead and the Jedi drew their lightsabers.

"I know that voice." Lance narrowed his eyebrows.

"A friend?" Anakin asked, still not dropping his guard.

"No…" A young girl stepped into the light, with a flick of her hand she brought the sabers to the ground. "My name is Polaris, and I am DEFINITELY not your friend."

"She's fused the sabers to the ground Master." Anakin said as he struggled to pull the lightsaber up from the ground.

"No, I didn't." Polaris smiled at Lance and Kitty, whose faces fell in terror. "Daddy did."

The Jedi then turned around as they felt a presence descend from above. They saw the terrible face of Magneto from behind his lavender and red helmet. They also saw his anger filled eyes and cruel scowl.

"Lance, your friends are doing more damage to reality than you know, just by having these, inferior specimens from another universe, they threaten our existence!" Magneto hissed, then he turned to face another presence that tapped Magneto on the shoulder. He was not surprised to see Perfection floating above him, he was however, insulted by Perfection's take on his costume; a bright pink cape and neon purple helmet.

"Uh, no we aren't." Perfection wobbled his head and then Magneto disappeared along with Polaris. "So, how's the tour going?"

"Well, besides the obvious; we've lost Logan, Roadblock and Spirit." Lance grumbled. He was curious about what Perfection had done with Magneto and Polaris, but he knew better than to ask, Perfection was liable to give a demonstration rather than an explanation.

Perfection's face went almost completely flat, "I should be surprised, but I'm not." He then began pacing back and fourth in the air. "If I were a nasty, angry and clawed mutant, a native spiritual guy or a rhyming army chef, where would I go?" Perfection was so lost in thought that he did not notice the other half of the Jedi group catching up. The group only consisted of a very pregnant Padmé, Yoda, Mace Windu, Lina and Angelica.

"Good news we bring." Yoda said as he levitated his chair over to Lance, "Found them, we have."

"They're at a drinking contest." Padmé mock smiled. "And they're winning."

"Shh, not now pregnant lady, I'm trying to think where our friends might be." Perfection said as he paced higher into the air. "Think, think, think…"

"Did he just…" Padmé almost screeched, thankfully Yoda just gave her a clam look and a nod. "Forgive me, cramps, hormones and this walking are driving me a bit mad."

"They're this way." Mace nodded in the direction. Then he noticed Lance and Kitty following. "Should the children really be joining us?"

"I think it's more of a necessity if Logan's in a drinking contest." Kitty groaned. "Especially with those two…"

"Ok." Mace shrugged as he lead the slightly re-formed group back to the bar.

When they got there however, Logan was in the middle of a brawl with two much larger guys, he was also thoroughly beating them to within an inch of their lives. Spirit was simply reclining in a stool against the bar, and enjoying the fight. Roadblock however was up on the karaoke machine singing a doo-wap with two very drunk tourists in Hawaiian shits.

"You live with them?" Padmé asked in shock as she saw Logan finish the last brawler with a strong uppercut.

"No, I just live with the drunk and the bad singer." Lance joked, "She lives with the passive aggressive macho-machine." Kitty just glared at Lance.

"Wow, just setting yourself up tonight, huh lance?" Perfection appeared right next to the young mutant.

"Pretty much, yeah." Lance shrugged and sighed.

"Hey Logan." Perfection called out as he stepped over several unconscious people and many more broken chairs. "We got a small issue."

"You have many big issues." Logan corrected Perfection, who merely looked confused. "Just go ahead and say it already."

"I forgot to assign Jinx and Jubilee to a group, would you mind if I sent them to tour with Ororo and her group?" Perfection smiled innocently.

"Jinx can do as she wishes, but the Firecracker goes with me." Logan's dour face came back.

"Right, ok, roger, wilco, ten-four, gotcha---" Perfection was cut off by the literal cutting off of his lips, which strangely continued talking while flopping on the floor. "You know Logan, that wasn't to nice." Logan only glared at the psychotic Scion.

"Wow." Anakin said as he made his way into the bar. "This is a lot of damage."

"Yes, well I must go retrieve the newest addition to your small group, the lovely, the multi-talented, the one the only; JUBILEEEEEEEEEE!" And with a puff of smoke, Perfection disappeared, only to be replaced by a very confused Jubilee who was dressed in bunny slippers and a nightgown.

"Perfection…" Logan growled into the air, and no sooner had he finished did Jubilee's clothes revert to what she was wearing that morning.

"What the?" The confused teen looked at her new surroundings in confusion.

"It's alright Firecracker, the Idiot, just forgot to assign you to a tour group." Logan growled.

"Ok, but I was making a grilled cheese sandwich…" Jubilee could already see the house in flames in her mind.

"But I left a ton PB&J sandwiches for anyone left behind." Kitty asked with a tint of insult to her voice.

"Kitty, I tried to throw those out, but I couldn't." Jubilee winced.

"See, someone has respect for my cooking." Kitty pouted.

"No, I mean I literally couldn't throw them away, they were stuck to the serving tray." Jubilee looked like she was remembering a car accident as she said it.

"Wow." Lance said in shock. "How do you screw up peanut butter and jelly?" He was then promptly punched in the shoulder by a very angry Kitty.

"Half Pint, new rule for the trip; You don't make any food." Logan said as he tried to push the image of the Jedi going to the hospital as a result of Kitty's cooking, out of his mind.

"Oh please, her cooking can't be that bad." Obi-Wan tried to defend her, right as a hard object struck him in the head. "What in the blazes? Who threw that rock?"

"That's not a rock." Lance said as he picked up the object, which looked only remotely like a blueberry muffin. "I was wondering what happened to these." He then held the muffin up, it had the initials "L.A. + K.P. 4-Ever" carved into them. "And that took an adamantium scalpel that Forge had."

Obi-wan could only stare at the brick-muffin before Kitty snatched it out of his hands. "Remind me to always ask were the food comes from." He told Anakin, as Kitty began to pout.

"Master…" Anakin said as he neared a strange wall. "Do you sense what I sense?"

It took Obi-Wan and the other Jedi a few moments to pick up on what the younger Jedi sensed, but they too felt it.

"Much suffering there is here." Yoda closed his eyes and focused, a few seconds later a false wall collapsed. "Darkness, suffering, pain…" Yoda paused as he let his gaze settle on Logan. "By chance, brought here we were not."

"What?" Logan asked as he approached the door. As he got closer he picked up on a familiar scent, a very familiar scent. It was female, it was violent, it was afraid and it was X23. Before the Jedi could even react, Logan was already barreling down the stairs.


Elsewhere several police officers were carting the dead body of Guy Spears away from the scene of his gruesome death. What none of them could see however, was the green apparition standing next to the spirit of the deceased.

"Where am I?" Guy asked, "Officer, did you hear me?"

"The living are most ignorant of the dead." The green robed reaper spoke, Guy had just noticed him.

"I'm dead…" He looked at the hole in his chest. "Yeah… I'm dead." He looked as his body was carted off. "And it's all that freak's fault!" Guy tried to kick the dirt, but his foot stuck. "What's happening?"

"You're going to hell." The green apparition warped to that of a simply floating hood with bright blue eyes. "Say hello to Satan for me."

"WAIT!" The ground stopped absorbing the spirit. "Why am I going to hell, I haven't done anything!"

The bright blue eyes of the ghost began to glow white as it's hood fell back to reveal the cold bone face that Spears knew was death's countenance. He knew he was being judged and he knew it was bad.

"I am the Reaper of Reapers, I am the balance of all worlds and universes. And you question my judgment, or rather, your own judgment." The reaper flew closer to Spears. "You know your crimes, you know your sins and your know your punishment; murder!" With that the ground opened up beneath the spirit and he was swallowed into an oblivion of pain.


Meanwhile in Africa, the camp of the Sonic group was oddly quite. The three hard asses were for the most part sleeping and the kids were too. Sonic and his friends however were to bust talking about this new world to sleep. Then the young two-tailed fox noticed and odd look on Thunderbird's face.

"Is something wrong Mr. Proudstar?" Tails asked as he sat next to the worried looking man.

"Huh, oh, yeah everything's fine. Just a bit tired, and one of us has to take watch." John muttered.

"Oh, ok." Tails said, the young fox could feel that the man was holding something back, but he didn't push it. "If you want Sonic and I could take the watch, that way you could get some sleep."

"Nah, don't worry Tails." John half-smiled, "Go talk with your friends."

As John watched the group carry on, he could not help but shake the disturbing feeling he had. And then to no one he asked, "My time's coming soon, ain't it?"

Behind him the invisible form of Wraith could only bow his head in shame. "Forgive me, for I cannot do, but maintain the balance." He begged in a voice softer than the wind, and then he disappeared.

"I know, I know." John said to no one again.

Next: Thunderbird and Low Light attempt to become Masai warriors… This could effectively be more harmful than UV rays to the brain.