Hey all!
FreakyXGoth-I hope this counts as soon. I know it's not really, but you know it goes. Work, Mock Trial, boyfriend, laziness. . .
Loup-I'm glad to hear I'm rubbing off on you beb. If we got it on camera we'd make a killing on E-bay, no?
Chaos-We should definitly kill those who deprive us of X-men. I think your tatoo is on your forehead. Or maybe that was mine? *is unsure* The Kurt fangirls would only kill me. I would never give you guys over to the angered Kurt fangirls. *shudders* I may be a lot of things (lazy, crazy, and obsesive) but I'm loyal. I'll gt a fast death anyway. *gulps* I think. I bet Scott's been tempted to try to run him off the road. But I can't see it happeneing anytime soon. You'll see what Forge's cure is *is proud of your comic knowledge*. I'll make up for my angst, I promise. I've got a plan you'll all approve of.
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Kurt teleported into Remy's room, silently praying. Remy was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling, cursing and ranting. The only diffrence between his current cursing and ranting and his 'Rogue's Cheating' cursign and ranting is that he could actually yell at Kurt. Kitty could hear Remy cursing at Kurt from her room, with the stereo on.
"Why y' in here interrupting my privacy?" Remy demanded. "Y' wan' t' tell me somet'in' else I doan wan' t' hear?" Remy said, giving Kurt a vicious look. He'd run out of good things to say a while ago, but he was still pissed and, dammit, he going to show it.
"Actually. . . I need to tell you some good news." Kurt started, praying even harder in his head.
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Rogue knocked on Forge's door. The doorbell faceplate slid into the wall and a speaker behind it popped out. Rogue jumped a bit, having a little experience with Forge's machines. She didn't want to be sucked into another dimension. Not just when she was beginning to like the one she was in.
"Hey Rogue. I'm putting the finishing touches on the machine. Follow the spider robot down here and I'll show you what I've got for you." The doorbell said, sounding exactly like Forge was simply on the other side of a hole in the wall.
Rogue bit back a sexual joke and walked into Forge's house, the door having opened on its own. She gave it a nervouse look. She really wished that Forge's house had a more normal entrance.
A box with eight legs walked over to Rogue. Rogue looked at it. "Won'cha step into mah parlor, said the spidah to the fly." She recited under her breath.
The spider robot didn't respond to her half hearted joke. In fact, it didn't do anything but walk toward another room. Rogue shrugged and followed, passing a very, very, old man asleep on a recliner, the remote control in his hand, the Fox 24 hour news channel playing way too loud.
Rogue fought the urge to turn the tv down. The spider robot led on, oblivious to the tv or the man. It only paused when Rogue did. She realized it must be programmed to make sure she could always see it. She was thankful for a minute that she wouldn't be lost in the facimile of a normal suburban house. It kinda creeped her out.
Eventually they came to a set of step that led to what Rogue assumed was the attic. She climbed the stairs carefully, feeling like she'd been transported into _Frankenstein_ just before the monster was brought to life. The thought made her wish she'd brought a lighter, or thought to tell Remy where she was going so he would be able to come for her body if she died.
Forge was at a work table, his arm a small jewler's screwdriver. He was putting the finishing touches on a big metalic ring. Rogue spotted a bottle of red Gatorade next to Forge's normal hand, and a copy of _Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy_ sitting open on a music stand next to him. She thuoght it was better to just assume they had a good reason for being there and let it be.
"Ah hope that," Rogue pointed to the big, bulky, machine, "is not the cure." It was the ugliest thing Rogue had ever seen, and she wasn't quite sure she liked it.
"The Cure is a band, isn't it?" Forge asked conversationally, his arm turning back to a normal hand. "And yes, this is. I thought you'd like this better than the prototype. That had to be a foot thick. This is slimmed down. I'm working on making it thinner so that Scott can get rid of those sunglasses." Forge said, admiring his handywork. "I figured you coudl get away with a big metalic collar better than him."
"Ah guess Ah could paint it black, o' covah it in vinyl or somethin' like that." Rgue said, looking at Forge's invention. She liked it a little better, knowing what it was, btu still wans't in love with it.
Forge showed her a square button on the collar. "This opens it." Forge pressed the button and the collar sprung open, two perfect half circles in his hands. "Close it like a book, but be careful not to pinch your skin in the hinge. I think I made it big enough to fit around your neck."
Rogue gently took the collar, remebering hearing about the fiasco with Kurt's teleporting device. She didn't put it on right away. She had to be sure she wouldn't go the other direction and have such an extreme power increase that she would drian people she wasn't even touching.
"How does it work?" Rogue asked, eyeing the _Hitchhiker's Guide_, because it was the only familiar thing in the room. Forge grabbed the book and smiled. Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"You've read this, right?" Forge indicated the book.
"Rogue frowned, not quite getting what was going on. "Yeah. Why?"
"Remember what powered the Heart of Gold?" Forge asked. Rogue's eyes got wide and her entire expression was one of shock.
"Ya stickin' an imporbablilty drive aroun' mah neck?" Rogue asked, incredulous. It was the dumbest thing she'd ever heard. She couldn't believe that was the actual truth of the matter.
"Not just an improbability drive, a high probability, waterproof, shockproof, impact resistant improbability drive." Forge answered. "It's safe. The most dangerous improbable event that could happen is a piano falling on you." Forge said simply.
"What are the odds of that?" Rogue asked. Her mind raced with thoughts, all of them contradicting the others, except for one loud voice that said she had to pee so she'd better hurry up.
"Considering what you guys do? Pretty good. You've probably been in danger of falling pianos before, whether you knwo it or not." Forge said simply. He put the book down and took a drink of the red Gatorade, which was close to empty.
Rogue weighed her options in her head. She didn't want to be killed by a piano, but she was tired of not being able to touch. It was a difficult decision. And she still had to pee. The last bit of information made anythinking at all immpossible.
"Ah need to think about it. Couldja show me where the bathroom is?" Rogue asked, doing the classic 'I-gotta-pee-really-bad-but-can't-right-now' dance.
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Kurt tried to pry Remy's hands off his neck. He was turning blueer than usual. And he couldn't talk to argue with what Remy was yelling at him. Not that he would, but he would have felt better if he had been able to draw breath to rebut the accusations.
"Y' IDIOT! WHAT DE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? DIDN'T YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID? I ALMOS' HAD A HEART ATTACK, 'N' Y' JES' COME IN HERE AND T'IN' DAT AN APOLOGY IS GOAN MAKE IT ALL BETTER?" Remy raged. He had a lot of frustration to work out, and Kurt was the only thing he could strangle at the moment.
Kurt teleported out of Remy's hands, to just out of reach. "Calm down! It was an accident."
"I swear you ever, ever, do somet'in' like dat t' me agian, y' goan regret it." Remy said, his rage being replaced by a more pleasant emotion. Kurt had told him the whole story. Now that he'd gotten revenge for his emotional turmoil, he was ready to contemplate what the new news might mean. And he'd run out of energy to be angry anyway.
Kurt noticed that Remy had stopped raging. It made him feel better. Until he realized that he only thing placating the other man was probably the thought of his sister naked. Kurt was torn between leaving with his life, or defending his sister's honor. Kurt decided to live, and teleported out.
Remy noticed that Kurt had left, and was glad. He wanted to be alone for a little bit, to fully comprehend what Rogue's being able to touch would mean for him.
It took all of five seconds. He left his room, a small smirk playing over his features. He felt a lot better about things now. This was going to add a fun new twist to his relationship with Rogue.
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Rogue left Forge's house, a lot of things running through her mind. She was thinking about the decision she'd made. It seemed like the best one to her, even if other people wouldn't think so. But the only people who mattered would understand her decision. And she'd emptied her very full bladder.
All the turmoil of the drive to Forge's house was gone, so she could drive like the devil was on her heels and enjoy the speed and feeling of freedom, instead of just focusing on getting to where she was going.
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So, are any of you in suspsense? I hope so.
Take me, take me in your arms my love and REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
FreakyXGoth-I hope this counts as soon. I know it's not really, but you know it goes. Work, Mock Trial, boyfriend, laziness. . .
Loup-I'm glad to hear I'm rubbing off on you beb. If we got it on camera we'd make a killing on E-bay, no?
Chaos-We should definitly kill those who deprive us of X-men. I think your tatoo is on your forehead. Or maybe that was mine? *is unsure* The Kurt fangirls would only kill me. I would never give you guys over to the angered Kurt fangirls. *shudders* I may be a lot of things (lazy, crazy, and obsesive) but I'm loyal. I'll gt a fast death anyway. *gulps* I think. I bet Scott's been tempted to try to run him off the road. But I can't see it happeneing anytime soon. You'll see what Forge's cure is *is proud of your comic knowledge*. I'll make up for my angst, I promise. I've got a plan you'll all approve of.
***
Kurt teleported into Remy's room, silently praying. Remy was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling, cursing and ranting. The only diffrence between his current cursing and ranting and his 'Rogue's Cheating' cursign and ranting is that he could actually yell at Kurt. Kitty could hear Remy cursing at Kurt from her room, with the stereo on.
"Why y' in here interrupting my privacy?" Remy demanded. "Y' wan' t' tell me somet'in' else I doan wan' t' hear?" Remy said, giving Kurt a vicious look. He'd run out of good things to say a while ago, but he was still pissed and, dammit, he going to show it.
"Actually. . . I need to tell you some good news." Kurt started, praying even harder in his head.
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Rogue knocked on Forge's door. The doorbell faceplate slid into the wall and a speaker behind it popped out. Rogue jumped a bit, having a little experience with Forge's machines. She didn't want to be sucked into another dimension. Not just when she was beginning to like the one she was in.
"Hey Rogue. I'm putting the finishing touches on the machine. Follow the spider robot down here and I'll show you what I've got for you." The doorbell said, sounding exactly like Forge was simply on the other side of a hole in the wall.
Rogue bit back a sexual joke and walked into Forge's house, the door having opened on its own. She gave it a nervouse look. She really wished that Forge's house had a more normal entrance.
A box with eight legs walked over to Rogue. Rogue looked at it. "Won'cha step into mah parlor, said the spidah to the fly." She recited under her breath.
The spider robot didn't respond to her half hearted joke. In fact, it didn't do anything but walk toward another room. Rogue shrugged and followed, passing a very, very, old man asleep on a recliner, the remote control in his hand, the Fox 24 hour news channel playing way too loud.
Rogue fought the urge to turn the tv down. The spider robot led on, oblivious to the tv or the man. It only paused when Rogue did. She realized it must be programmed to make sure she could always see it. She was thankful for a minute that she wouldn't be lost in the facimile of a normal suburban house. It kinda creeped her out.
Eventually they came to a set of step that led to what Rogue assumed was the attic. She climbed the stairs carefully, feeling like she'd been transported into _Frankenstein_ just before the monster was brought to life. The thought made her wish she'd brought a lighter, or thought to tell Remy where she was going so he would be able to come for her body if she died.
Forge was at a work table, his arm a small jewler's screwdriver. He was putting the finishing touches on a big metalic ring. Rogue spotted a bottle of red Gatorade next to Forge's normal hand, and a copy of _Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy_ sitting open on a music stand next to him. She thuoght it was better to just assume they had a good reason for being there and let it be.
"Ah hope that," Rogue pointed to the big, bulky, machine, "is not the cure." It was the ugliest thing Rogue had ever seen, and she wasn't quite sure she liked it.
"The Cure is a band, isn't it?" Forge asked conversationally, his arm turning back to a normal hand. "And yes, this is. I thought you'd like this better than the prototype. That had to be a foot thick. This is slimmed down. I'm working on making it thinner so that Scott can get rid of those sunglasses." Forge said, admiring his handywork. "I figured you coudl get away with a big metalic collar better than him."
"Ah guess Ah could paint it black, o' covah it in vinyl or somethin' like that." Rgue said, looking at Forge's invention. She liked it a little better, knowing what it was, btu still wans't in love with it.
Forge showed her a square button on the collar. "This opens it." Forge pressed the button and the collar sprung open, two perfect half circles in his hands. "Close it like a book, but be careful not to pinch your skin in the hinge. I think I made it big enough to fit around your neck."
Rogue gently took the collar, remebering hearing about the fiasco with Kurt's teleporting device. She didn't put it on right away. She had to be sure she wouldn't go the other direction and have such an extreme power increase that she would drian people she wasn't even touching.
"How does it work?" Rogue asked, eyeing the _Hitchhiker's Guide_, because it was the only familiar thing in the room. Forge grabbed the book and smiled. Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"You've read this, right?" Forge indicated the book.
"Rogue frowned, not quite getting what was going on. "Yeah. Why?"
"Remember what powered the Heart of Gold?" Forge asked. Rogue's eyes got wide and her entire expression was one of shock.
"Ya stickin' an imporbablilty drive aroun' mah neck?" Rogue asked, incredulous. It was the dumbest thing she'd ever heard. She couldn't believe that was the actual truth of the matter.
"Not just an improbability drive, a high probability, waterproof, shockproof, impact resistant improbability drive." Forge answered. "It's safe. The most dangerous improbable event that could happen is a piano falling on you." Forge said simply.
"What are the odds of that?" Rogue asked. Her mind raced with thoughts, all of them contradicting the others, except for one loud voice that said she had to pee so she'd better hurry up.
"Considering what you guys do? Pretty good. You've probably been in danger of falling pianos before, whether you knwo it or not." Forge said simply. He put the book down and took a drink of the red Gatorade, which was close to empty.
Rogue weighed her options in her head. She didn't want to be killed by a piano, but she was tired of not being able to touch. It was a difficult decision. And she still had to pee. The last bit of information made anythinking at all immpossible.
"Ah need to think about it. Couldja show me where the bathroom is?" Rogue asked, doing the classic 'I-gotta-pee-really-bad-but-can't-right-now' dance.
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Kurt tried to pry Remy's hands off his neck. He was turning blueer than usual. And he couldn't talk to argue with what Remy was yelling at him. Not that he would, but he would have felt better if he had been able to draw breath to rebut the accusations.
"Y' IDIOT! WHAT DE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? DIDN'T YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID? I ALMOS' HAD A HEART ATTACK, 'N' Y' JES' COME IN HERE AND T'IN' DAT AN APOLOGY IS GOAN MAKE IT ALL BETTER?" Remy raged. He had a lot of frustration to work out, and Kurt was the only thing he could strangle at the moment.
Kurt teleported out of Remy's hands, to just out of reach. "Calm down! It was an accident."
"I swear you ever, ever, do somet'in' like dat t' me agian, y' goan regret it." Remy said, his rage being replaced by a more pleasant emotion. Kurt had told him the whole story. Now that he'd gotten revenge for his emotional turmoil, he was ready to contemplate what the new news might mean. And he'd run out of energy to be angry anyway.
Kurt noticed that Remy had stopped raging. It made him feel better. Until he realized that he only thing placating the other man was probably the thought of his sister naked. Kurt was torn between leaving with his life, or defending his sister's honor. Kurt decided to live, and teleported out.
Remy noticed that Kurt had left, and was glad. He wanted to be alone for a little bit, to fully comprehend what Rogue's being able to touch would mean for him.
It took all of five seconds. He left his room, a small smirk playing over his features. He felt a lot better about things now. This was going to add a fun new twist to his relationship with Rogue.
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Rogue left Forge's house, a lot of things running through her mind. She was thinking about the decision she'd made. It seemed like the best one to her, even if other people wouldn't think so. But the only people who mattered would understand her decision. And she'd emptied her very full bladder.
All the turmoil of the drive to Forge's house was gone, so she could drive like the devil was on her heels and enjoy the speed and feeling of freedom, instead of just focusing on getting to where she was going.
***
So, are any of you in suspsense? I hope so.
Take me, take me in your arms my love and REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith