W.I.T.C.H.E.: Evolution
By: Sokai
Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. - I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own Stan Lee and Jack Kirby's X-Men series franchise (even though this story isn't even really related to the series, at least not super super directly, anyway. Just don't want to hear law suit claims LoL). However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM both series.
Note: Ballsy Cheese Sauce. ~_~ LoL Sorry, 'Irma Mouth,' there. But I'd unfortunately realized too late that I'd originally written that Taranee had arrived to the institute about a week before Will had, instead of the month Cornelia referenced during the last chapter. Cornelia's assessment is actually correct, for future note, as when I'd originally started this story and was writing it/the first and second chapter, my mind was still echoing my initial decision to make both girls' arrivals more or less coincide. Sort of like the comics, yeah. But then I later settled upon stretching out the gap between them, just so that, while they'll obviously bond later on and grow together, Will can at least rely a little bit on Taranee in terms of getting to know the school/entire area with fresher eyes than that of Elyon, or Irma, for example. =)
But, yeah. Just had to straighten that out and apologize here and now, in case any of you would naturally be confused about it. Like I said, I really, REALLY can't stand when I fluck up like that, especially considering the amount of hammering I do to make sure everything makes as much sense as possible out of the starting gate.
Damn it. LoL
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'Coffees' from any of you after reading this chapter would obviously be tremendous (with EXTREME gratitude if you do), although finally getting a few followers over there would be neat, as well, as it's been a tad 'lonely.' LoL (And if any of YOU create a 'Ko-Fi' page, please do add me there, and let me know in general, so that I could possibly help advertise it within my next 'Author's Note!' =) ) **
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This chapter was written/created in August 2018.
Chapter Four (Part Two)
"You know, all things considered, you should consider it an . . . honor that you're the first Geokinetic student to cause an earthquake at Bayville – Or, at least, that we know of," Elyon murmured within light jesting and the gentle patting of an incredibly sullen Cornelia, as the two blondes waited for their ride home during what would have been around the beginning of Fourth Period.
As instructed by Principal Knickerbocker, the entire student body had universally been told to remain upon school premises until either their parents or designated guardians arrived to pick them up.
This was, in fact, a decision the middle-aged woman had secretly wished she could have promptly made as soon as she'd felt the very first trembling of the unexpected earthquake, as such an otherwise natural occurrence was one of the main motivating factors she had moved away from southern California decades ago.
Nevertheless, she had a role to play and a job to do, and she had, following proper protocol and helping her faculty and staff successfully complete Bayville High School's first-in-a-very-very-long-time earthquake drill.
"While our maintenance staff continue to properly assess any possible damage, I have decided to enact an early dismissal, for the sake of our continued safety. Students, please remain within whichever classroom you were prior to the earthquake, while we contact your parents or guardians to come pick you up. Once we have done so, you are free to then head straight back to the front parking lot and wait . . . within an orderly fashion," Principal Knickerbocker had reported within earnest over the public address system, several minutes after re-entering the high school with the rest of its occupants.
While her voice had sounded a lot calmer, and thus, helping to give off the usual air of levelheadedness, Cornelia was pretty sure that the older woman's nerves were still no doubt more than just a little rattled over the fair haired girl's unintended shock wave.
In truth, majority of the student assemblage more or less showcased the sentiment, understandably – Even a couple fellow mutants, as well, Cornelia had regrettably witnessed while continuing to stand outside alongside her best friend.
While it was fair to say that the City of Bayville hadn't before experienced an earthquake the entire time Cornelia had lived there, at least, she was finding it incredibly difficult to believe that she was the very first Geokinetic mutant to have ever lost control of their powers, at least enough to cause noticeable tremors within a public setting.
Although she hadn't really gotten the chance to get to know her before she'd decidedly left Kandrakar's School for Gifted Youngsters prematurely, before then returning to her family's home in Denmark a few years ago, Cornelia was pretty certain that fellow Geokinetic mutant, Petra Kristinson had had her fair share of weak moments.
After all, by comparison, Cornelia had at least been aware that Petra had not been at all comfortable within her own skin, let alone her power over earth, and hadn't appeared to be as capable or . . . talented, so to speak, with her gifts the way Cornelia was.
Still.
Surely even Professor Starlighter, during her youth, had . . . well, no.
Maybe not Professor Starlighter, as Cornelia honestly couldn't imagine such a masterful woman ever losing control over her powers like that . . . or, at least not of that magnitude, no pun intended.
No. It didn't matter.
There was no point within deflecting blame within this, not as a student who always did her best to follow the rules and adapt accordingly to whatever happened next, and especially not as a newly appointed Junior Professor for the institute.
Not when this was finally her time to really show her professors precisely all she had learned from them thus far, and what she was truly capable of.
She was ready for this, this newfound responsibility.
Whatever the impending punishment to come for having lost control of her powers - And she was one hundred percent positive there would be, Cornelia was simply going to accept the consequences without resistance. . . .
". . . . M-Maybe 'Bayville Middle School's' had its fair share of mishaps of the 'earthy' variety, courtesy of Amara's continually naive, albeit well meaning outlook on life," Cornelia hollowly listened to Elyon weakly continue at her side, causing the taller girl to groan heavily within renewed embarrassment as a result.
"You know that none of this is helping me feel better, right, Elle? Amara used to be incredibly sheltered before coming to the mansion only seven months ago, and is still learning. Meanwhile, I'm a Junior Professor, now, been there for years, and just should have known better than to let Irma, of all people, get me so riled up like that," she stated darkly, cheeks dusting themselves a deep, reddening hue as she struggled to ignore the fact that the secret object of her affections was even aware of her mistake in the first place. "I'm just . . . just really glad that no one seems to have gotten hurt, at least. . . ."
Suddenly moving behind her obviously guilt-ridden friend, Elyon gently began to massage Cornelia's svelte shoulders within ongoing comfort, although the physical gesture only served within causing her friend greater distress than the intended relief.
"Hey, hey. . . . You're not the first mutant in the history of mutants to screw up, and you certainly won't be the last," Elyon soothed as best she could as she continued her kneading, although she knew that Cornelia's stubbornness and self-reprimanding was usually initially far superior to any words of support. "Let's just get home, tell Oracle what happened, and we'll deal with whatever comes afterward, okay?"
Cornelia couldn't help but roll her icy blue eyes at this, somehow in spite of her great urge to slink as far away from the other girl's touch without being painfully obvious.
"Please. The Professor is an incredibly powerful psychic, just like you, Elyon. We both know fully well that he already kn -"
"- S-So, is . . . every first day at this school like this for new students, or no? I had no idea that Bayville was apparently on a fault line," both friends turned around in time to catch a visibly shaken Will approach from behind, her bobbed red hair within tangles as though having been clutching or pulling at it.
Elyon could only smile within sympathy at the thankfully 'Shorted Out' new girl before shaking her head within response, while Cornelia lightly scowled, more so at herself, as she opened her mouth to respond.
She was beaten, however, by a regrettably familiar female voice which then sounded off at her left side, causing Cornelia to immediately take deep, concentrated breaths as she prepared herself for the verbal sparring which usually occurred whenever their paths would cross.
She'd already allowed Irma to get the better of her, today; she wasn't about to let it happen once more, and not by someone who was admittedly far more vexing within nature. . . .
"It is when 'Miss Perfect' can't keep it together! What's the matter, Cornelia? Has living within that idyllic little mansion of yours and having to conform to all its rules and regulations finally gotten to you?" Cornelia clenched her teeth tightly as she was forced to listen to her formerly close friend, Courtney Grumper question tauntingly, stopping so that she purposefully stood in between a now taken aback Elyon, and herself.
Generally, Cornelia was rather good at avoiding any sort of interaction with the unpleasant and snarky redhead, be it at school or around the city; however, given that it now was an emergency half day, she couldn't say that she was terribly surprised to have been 'lucky' enough to bump into her.
She just wished that whatever her erstwhile companion's furthered insults were going to be would only be limited to herself, rather than also including Elyon within the mix, as they usually would.
And to think that both the Hale and Grumper families used to be quite close in the past, what with their shared philosophy concerning mutant superiority . . . although, to be fair, both Cornelia's, as well as Courtney's parents actually still got together frequently, last she cared to make note of.
It was simply their children whom no longer got along, and all because of Elyon. . . .
At least, according to Courtney's point of view, anyway.
It wasn't even simply Elyon's fault, either, but Professor Kandrakar and his institute, and how inclusive they preferred to be where both mutants, as well as non-mutants were concerned.
Within Courtney's mind, had Cornelia never enrolled to Kandrakar's School for Gifted Youngsters all those years ago and had later become friends with Elyon, who truly had been a pivotal factor within changing her overall outlook, then the two girls would still be as close as they once were.
And because of this, the fellow mutant had evidently made it her life's newfound mission to make the generally kind and non-confrontational girl her steady target, all while purposefully taunting Cornelia to that fact along the way.
"Take a hike, Courtney, seriously. Maybe one of your clones can finally talk some sense into you and convince you to get a life," Cornelia shot back within a carefully lowered voice, making the open reference to the freckle faced girl's self-replicating abilities, as more students approached and also began waiting for their own rides.
"Tch! Please! At least I'm not afwaaid of what my loser professors, or my pwecious new best friend will think whenever I do use my powers!" Courtney remarked derisively, her words laced with sheer venom as her feelings over her fallout with the statuesque blonde were still blatantly a sore subject. She then promptly zeroed in on a exasperated looking Elyon and cruelly smirked, all while apparently preferring to not even have the now stunned silent Will register upon her radar. "Tell me something, 'Ellie:' You must enjoy keeping Cornelia on that tight, puppy dog leash you've somehow managed to get her into, don't you? Constantly reminding her not to use her powers all willy-nilly gives you the chance to flaunt that freakish amount you have all you want! And here me and Bess always thought that you really don't believe mutants are above humans – Or maybe you just think you're the one who's better than everyone on the entire planet, that's all!"
Cornelia immediately felt her blood pressure rising and control threatening to weaken for the second time that morning, especially upon gazing at a clearly wounded Elyon, all three girls (naturally negating Will) knowing how much the petite blonde's Omega level status continued to bother her on and off, despite her best efforts for it not to.
As Cornelia was about to lay into the continually smirking Courtney and really let her have it, her mind was suddenly infiltrated by Elyon's long-familiar, and far more welcoming voice.
It's all right, Cornelia. Courtney's just trying to get you to lose focus, again. Don't let her get to you, she gently urged mentally as the pair locked eyes within understanding, before Cornelia moved herself back to her best friend's side.
Seeing that her blatant vilification had served only to apparently strengthen the fierce loyalty and care each girl possessed toward the other, it was all Courtney could do to contain her own personal rage.
However, right as she was about to truly drive the nail into the proverbial coffin, one of her apparent clones suddenly emerged from the growing crowd of students surrounding the quartet and gently tugged at the sleeve of Courtney's yellow tinted jacket.
"Hey. C'mon, Court. Mom's here to pick us up, and . . . Oh, great. It's the 'Loser Brigade' and . . . some new chick I've never seen before. Do yourself a favor, Red; steer clear of these two, and the rest of Kandrakar's little kiddies. You have no clue what that school's up to, nor do you want to," Courtney's doppelganger warned with the same amount of coldheartedness intermingling her words as the original, yet also with a tad more general disinterest at the same time.
As Will and both blondes thankfully watched as the Courtney lookalike dragged her away before she could have possibly protested, Elyon was the first to speak a few moments later, a deep rouge flooding her cheeks.
"I-I'm . . . really sorry about all that, Will. Courtney and Bess Grumper sort of . . . have it out for Cornelia – Well, for me, because the three of them used to be friends before Cornelia came to the institute and . . . met me," she weakly explained within apology, smiling faintly as Will began to nod slowly, clearly not at all yet understanding what had just transpired.
"W-Wait, so . . . that girl, Courtney, is a . . . mutant, l-like us and . . . can make exact copies of herself, then? And she apparently named one of them 'Bess?'" she whispered her query as she moved in closer to her new housemates.
Cornelia couldn't help but lightly smirk at this, actually beginning to feel a bit better about at least the previous encounter, if not the overall incident of having caused a temblor at their school.
"Pfft. No, Will. Bess isn't Courtney's clone, she's her twin sister . . . although honestly, sometimes it can be pretty difficult to tell, the way both are pretty rotten to the core, just like Courtney's actual copies," she revealed with a disapproving shake of her head. "And to think I used to be pretty tight with the two of them once upon a time – Well, more so Courtney than Bess, but whatever."
At this, Will gave a mere shrug, before surprisingly managing to flash the other girl a sympathetic smile.
". . . . Well, hey. Everyone makes mistakes, I guess," she joked feebly, her apparently ongoing streak of wishing to make an effort to remain more open (if only for the time being) seeming to continue, much to Elyon's observant delight, especially. "It just sucks that they both have to be fellow redheads like me, though. We're not all hard to approach, after all. . . . Well, some of us, but not all."
Having not really gotten the chance to fully socialize with the new girl - At least, not as much as Elyon had gotten to by comparison, Cornelia was admittedly at a loss for words for a few moments, before then making the connection that Will wasn't being serious . . . she didn't think, anyway.
Nonetheless, Cornelia welcomed the honest distraction from the two redheads she really couldn't stomach, by one she felt that she most probably would be able to, and smiled back.
"Yeah, sure. Just make sure you're careful around those two, in all seriousness, Will. As you could probably tell, the Grumper Sisters have no qualms about freely using their abilities, generally whenever the mood strikes – Which usually involves a lot of scrambling to try to downplay it, if and when any of us from the mansion might be around to see it happen," she warned quietly, her perfectly groomed eyebrows stitching themselves together into a light frown. "And given that neither is apparently aware that you now go there – And that you're also a mutant to begin with, it's best that you take extra care. You know, given that that lack of insight didn't seem to stop Courtney from running her mouth earlier about her abilities . . . or me, actually, sorry. Suffice it to say, they can be pretty crafty, and manipulative when they want to be, trust me. . . ."
Will could only nod slowly once more within loosely sewn together comprehension at this, although her current physical stance told Cornelia that the Electrokinetic student clearly wished to take no part within the unfortunate, and ongoing feud between the Grumpers, poor Elyon, and herself.
Although, truth be told, she couldn't readily say that she could blame her.
Apparently sensing the desperate need to change subjects, Elyon promptly chimed in as she pleasantly asked, "So! How was your first day, anyway, Will? Well, what you'd gotten to experience, anyway, before . . . yeah. S-Sorry, Cornelia."
Will slowly raised an eyebrow at the curious apology, clearly not yet aware that the day's events had been Cornelia's direct doing, as the other two girls lightly blushed within embarrassment, although each for different reasons.
"H-Huh? Oh, yeah, um . . . it honestly wasn't so bad, thanks, Elyon. I mean, not as bad as I kept thinking it was going to be, at least, even with my last first day at a new school five years ago being incredibly nightmarish to compare it to," she replied with a faint smile, nervously absentmindedly readjusting the straps to her fuchsia colored backpack as she continued. "I think, mainly though, it was probably a mixture of still being . . . you know. Unable to use my powers because of what had happened to me the other day, and . . . our talk, Elyon. Thanks, again, for that, by the way . . . o-oh! And thank you, Cornelia, seriously, for . . . 'patching me up,' as well. I'd been wanting to say so for the longest, but just had never gotten the chance to see you again until now. . . ."
It was now Elyon's turn to grow incredibly bashful as she returned the smile, although it quickly grew into one of reputable satisfaction regarding her best friend's newfound healing capabilities.
"You're really welcome – Again, Will, really. And see, Cornelia? Just because you might have messed up with one of your powers, it doesn't negate what you'd done with your other, and for the benefit of someone else," she reassured once more, playfully nudging Cornelia's shoulder with her own, as both blondes just then caught the familiar sight of one of the white colored, and rather large shuttle buses the institute would employ in order to drop off and pick up its non-licensed students from Bayville High School.
Cornelia let out a slow, defeated exhale, rather than take heart within her closest friend's kind words as she began to lead the way toward the trio's ride home, and her personal reckoning.
"Maybe, Ellie. But that was this past weekend. This is today. And today, one way or another, I'm definitely screwed. . . ."
"You can't be serious! Professor Kandrakar, have mercy, please! I didn't even do anything this time, either!" Irma pleaded fruitlessly, knowing fully well that, generally speaking, once the benevolent headmaster made up his mind about something, that was it.
Still, as wise and pretty in the know as he was, thanks to his handy-dandy Telepathic abilities, Irma couldn't help but feel that there was a grave miscalculation made somewhere along the path to come up with the perfect punishment for Cornelia's rock-n-roll incident earlier that morning.
Especially since, again, she was actually innocent for once!
"True, Irma. You are technically blameless, and have abided by my personal request to cease within trying to be Miss Cook's . . . active mentor, as it were, regarding her budding mutant abilities," Professor Kandrakar replied with a light nod and frown, his hands neatly folded atop his well organized desk as he continued to lecture both the Hydrokinetic and Geokinetic students within unison inside of his private office. "However, the fact still remains that the mere mention of Taranee's apparent shine to you managed to elicit such strong emotion within Cornelia, resulting within the unfortunate quake at your school. . . ."
". . . . And I've already apologized for that, Professor. I really am terribly, terribly sorry about what I'd done, no matter how brief," Cornelia dutifully atoned for the third time during that meeting, sincerely feeling more and more mournful than every bit as outraged as Irma clearly was for the set punishment the older man had handed down to the both of them moments before.
Effortlessly sensing the usually confident girl's honest depression, and how it threatened to overwhelm her, Professor Kandrakar couldn't help but smile within sympathy . . . to both his students, before rising from his seat.
"I know, Cornelia, and I understand. . . . I also understand that you two have never been fully able to get along with one another - At least no more than a few moments or so, in spite of the past two years of living underneath the same roof, and attending a few of the same classes at both schools. And so, it is my firm belief that what you girls need is a change of perspective, which is precisely what living together as roommates should provide. . . ."
Irma was trying, really trying her absolute best to remain within the man's – The faculty's overall good side, so that she wouldn't end up screwing up her chances at going to Karmilla's concert come Friday night.
She really was.
But the fact that not only was she now being forced to sleep within the same room as a girl who would probably sooner let her drown than ever become her best pal (although, doing so would obviously be quite the chore), rather than continuing to do so with her actual close friend of the last couple of years was truly getting to her!
And all of this when, for the umpteenth time, it wasn't even her fault!
Knowing nothing else she could have possibly said would have swayed his powerful mind one way or the other, Irma bitterly remained silent as Professor Kandrakar pressed on.
"I know that, obviously, this decision may seem to be tremendously unfair to the both of you, as I imagine curfew tonight will undoubtedly be the very last thing on your minds. Still, given the circumstances, and that thankfully no one at Bayville was hurt, nor were you exposed, Cornelia, this truly is the best solution," he stated with a light smile, before slowly placing his right hand into the deep pockets of one of his usual suits. "One way or another, however, this peculiar rivalry you two possess shall end, or else you'll punish yourselves far greater than I ever could. . . . Now, then! You are dismissed, ladies – To your new dorm room, Cornelia, as I've already taken the liberty of having your belongings relocated into Irma's, and Miss Lin's into Elyon's!"
". . . . Yes, Professor," both Cornelia and Irma responded automatically, although neither girl was internally anywhere near ready to feel immediately copacetic to their newfound situation.
As the new roommates exited their headmaster's office together, that was abruptly where their infrequent unity ceased, as Irma swiftly began stomping across the partially occupied foyer, and up the grand, main staircase.
"I can't freaking believe this. . . . Two years spent with an awesome roomie wiped away within seconds, all thanks to a trigger-happy perfectionist," her muttered bitterly to herself as she continued her ascent, effortlessly clearing a path as she did so, as oncoming and fellow students smartly dodged her ongoing warpath.
Finally snapping out of her previously morose haze, Cornelia, although still feeling rather downtrodden for this morning's actions, ironically did not have it within her to let her new roommate's honestly roaring comments slide within that moment, and immediately began closing the distance between them in order to properly respond.
"E-Excuse me? It isn't as though I wanted this to happen, either, you know! In fact, none of it would have, had you had just listened to The Professor in the first place when he'd initially asked you to back off Taranee!" she called out from behind the swiftly retreating girl, who unintentionally was leading the way to Cornelia's new place of stay, as the blonde honestly had never before known Irma's dorm room number, nor naturally had cared to.
Irma whirled around at this, her turquoise colored eyes reflecting fire while nonetheless consciously doing her best to remain as collected as possible, as not only did she not wish to accidentally flood the halls, there was absolutely no way Cornelia was going to ruin her chances at going to that rock concert.
"Oh, so I'm just supposed to stay away from her, altogether, is that it? It never occurred to you that I could just honestly dig the chick within a general sense, and that she and I were simply getting along? You know, like how you and I never seem to?" she hissed as Cornelia glared back at her, her current posture an obvious indication of her refusal to back down, although the brunette girl's words now effortlessly struck a chord.
"I-I – ! Y-You – !" Cornelia regrettably stammered as she fruitlessly pointed an accusatory finger within Irma's direction, who was already retreating into the now opened doorway to her, their dorm room.
"Right. Wonderful comeback, as always," she grumbled as she walked into the mildly disorganized room, and headed straight to what Cornelia could only assume to be the other girl's bed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna change into my swimsuit and head to the pool for a much needed swim, before my head explodes . . . or, do you also want to claim partial custody of the only haven I now have left?"
Cornelia promptly slapped a hand to her face before slowly dragging it down within dramatic effect, literally biting down onto her tongue in order to suppress her lingering vexation.
What she really wanted to do at the moment was take a long, stress free nap in order to hopefully reset herself from what had honestly become an incredibly disastrous day . . . and it wasn't even noon yet.
However, now that doing so meant that it would be with the terribly maddening Hydrokinetic mutant occupying the same space, Cornelia would simply have to figure out another way to relieve her own tension.
". . . . Fine. Clearly, I'm not wanted here. You have fun with your little swim. I'm going . . . I'm just going," she stated, strongly at first and with the usual scowl specially reserved for Irma, before immediately losing steam, as she was just too tired of bumping heads with practically everyone today.
Ignoring any possible attempt of a retort, although Cornelia could plainly see that Irma was not about to do any such thing, she vacated her newest bedchambers without another word, and sharply closed the door behind her.
She'd only taken just a few short steps back down the dimly lit hall of the East Wing before stopping, her legs suddenly unable to sustain her own weight as she slowly sank down onto the marble covered floor.
Cornelia couldn't help but give profound thanks that there was presently no one else within the hallway, as she uncontrollably allowed her well maintained demeanor of self-control to crumble and she began to softly sob within misery, gently cupping a hand over her mouth in order to keep her breakdown as private as possible.
What was the matter with her?
She kept telling herself that she wasn't the way she was before, the way she'd been when she'd first arrived to the institute.
Elyon kept telling her so, as well.
And in her heart, somehow, she was still sure of this.
But how was it that, in spite of no longer believing herself to be better than non-mutants, she still appeared to believe that she at least was concerning those who were?
Had Cornelia really not become as humbled and enlightened as she thought she had, after all?
Had her ongoing journey to become the most within control, and as strong as she could be where her powers were concerned blinded her to what truly mattered?
That deep, natural connection shared between both mutants and non-mutants, alike, through which true power could be achieved?
How could she not have remembered this, the way Elyon, even with all her seemingly infinite abilities, did? The way Irma apparently seemed to, if she had been able to make such progress with Taranee, already, as the Thermokinetic teenager had been quite the nervous wreck when she'd first arrived at the institute.
Cornelia had truly believed that perhaps everything had clicked for her earlier that morning and the real reason why she should have helped guide Taranee along . . . but if just knowing that someone else, and not simply because it had been Irma, was so called moving in upon her 'territory' was enough to cause an actual earthquake of all things, then maybe she really hadn't gotten the message at all. . . .
. . . . Why . . . Why was I even chosen to be a Junior Professor alongside Elyon, then? How could anyone have thought that I was ready to teach anyone what it means to be gifted . . . when it turns out I'm no longer sure of that, myself? Cornelia thought woefully as she continued to weep freely and remained curled up upon the floor, her head bowed and appearance now uncharacteristically disheveled, as it honestly no longer mattered who might have happened upon her.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for her, someone did, as a now bathing suit clad Irma quietly opened the door to the girls' newly shared dormitory moments later.
Although she had managed to calm herself down while getting changed, she was still feeling rather miffed over the loss of her original roommate in general, more so than now being forced to have Cornelia as one, and was honestly looking forward to letting herself sink straight to the bottom of that massive, yet eternally inviting swimming pool and just let its waters literally wash away her emotional ails.
However, fate evidently had other plans in store for her, as both her eyes and her ears caught immediate wind of what appeared to be the Geokinetic teenager in question curiously collapsed onto the ground and . . . crying?
Was Cornelia Hale actually crying?
Even if it had been her mortal enemy (of which, she thankfully did not possess), Irma didn't think she could have brought herself to outright ignore them.
Maybe.
And as very, very, very annoying and energy depleting as Cornelia truly could be, she was also family . . . at least, that's what all their professors always referred to Kandrakar's School for Gifted Youngsters' student body as upon enrolling.
Although, given their ongoing saga, Irma would definitely qualify Cornelia more so as her extended family, at best, like a distant relative rarely seen, except for a few holidays sprinkled in here and there.
Regardless, now knowing fully well what she had to do, Irma glowered deeply as she braced herself for what was honestly about to become one of the most peculiar happenings within Bayville's history.
And she wasn't even the one to create a sudden earthquake, of all things, either, after all. . . .
- End of Chapter Four (Part Two)
(A.N. Originally this was going to include a lottttt more of a few of the story's antagonists, and to simply go from there in general – Hence my splintering the chapter at all, as well as letting you know in my last 'A.N.' that there'd be 'baddies incoming.' =) However, I'd decidedly ended up pushing that/them to the next chapter, and simply reworking a few things, as I didn't really feel it'd fit with the whole natural focus of Cornelia's earthquake and its continued aftermath.
And thus, instead, we got a bit more Irma/Cornelia banter, with Cornelia's inevitable falling apart, yay! :p Don't worry, she's probably just on her period, or something. LoL But no, seriously. Seeing as I'm trying to make Cornelia kinda 'my' Scott to Elyon's Jean in this story like I'd said once before, I'm also trying to breathe bits of him – At least his "Evolution" version into it – all while meshing both Cornelia's comic and cartoonverse together . . . yeah. LoL SO far, it's not too too bad, given she and Scott ARE rather serious and responsible, and I can imagine if Cornelia truly were a mutant within that universe, she'd be right there with him with trying to have her powers super under control and not falter, blah blah, while also sometimes forgetting what really matters at the end of the day. =)
No worries, because at least Irma's now on the case. LoL
People really need to start giving HER a bit more credit where its due, huh? Maybe The Prof should've promoted IRMA to 'Junior Professor,' instead, after all, eh? :p
Anyway! So there's Chapter Four down, regardless, with me being able to at least 'sprinkle in' the Grumper Twins/Sisters, a couple of our story's nuisances. Also used their cartoonverse appearances, as I usually do when/if I feature them within any of my stories, as well, yeah.
I know I didn't really get to get into it, as I said, but yep, they're both mutants, nope, they don't go to the institute, and yes, I will obviously showcase what Bess's abilities are, since I only got to briefly mention Courtney's. =)
Also, sorry, Gina, but no Magneto in this story. No worries, though! The girls will soon have enough on their plates to deal with besides that badass. :p
What else, what else . . . oh, yes! Petra and Amara. I know that Petra had passed on within the comics and was from New Jersey, I believe, but since it was just a quick mention, I'd changed her status to alive, and that she'd moved back to Denmark, where the rest of her family was born. Oh, and that THEY'RE also still alive, obviously. LoL
And as for Amara, as of now I don't believe I may mention her again, although you never know, yeah? But if I do, know that I'll be referring to "Evolution" Amara, and that while this version's also a 'new recruit' like she'd been at the start of Season Two, she's a bit younger. Hence the still in middle school reference by Cornelia.
Uhhhh . . . can't remember anything else I might've wished to discuss in here, because I've been wayyyy too sleep deprived the last few days, and am a bit loopy as a result, as well. :( LoL
Whatever I might've forgotten, I'm sure I'll remember after I post this, as usual, and talk about it within my next 'A.N.!'
'Till then, gonna go watch Season 7 of "Voltron," hope that you enjoyed, reviewed, and maybe have even bought me a 'coffee,' after all! And if so, THANK you very, very much! Mwa! =) )