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PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER TEN
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVETM, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta...Tea is a great cure-all. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: How'd it go the first day? Morgan: *stalkglomp* Readers/Reviewers: Please make sure you're not bouncing on the Yahoogroup! Thank you for reading/reviewing!
"Fuck that shit," Lance muttered, edging back against the wall, bumping into Todd. "This is fucking stupid." His eyes narrowed as he glared at the interview and, perforce, Kitty, his lips thinned and he shook his head. "All of this is fucking bullshit!"
"I admire your grasp of the English language," Amara murmured beside him. "It makes me feel positively inadequate." She tightened her fingers on his wrist, digging her nails in and not reacting as he hissed in annoyance. Todd jumped slightly beside Lance but Amara's glare kept him in place. "I know you both can lie. Now's the time to do it. Unless," she paused, her brows creeping up, "you want to end up like those poor little gray men in that alien autopsy [1] show."
Todd opened his mouth but, at a quick elbow-jab from Lance, shut it. "Right, don't want to get dissected," he finally settled on saying. "But I don't wanna talk to these college fruit loops." He glowered at the camera man, panning their way, and barely resisted the urge to shoot the finger.
"You will behave," a familiar, throaty voice hissed in his ear. "Or I will make you regret your lack of self control."
Todd's eyes went very wide as Mystique pinched his upper arm, hard enough to send a flare of bruising pain through his shoulder. "Yes'm!" he yelped. He scooted closer to Lance, grabbing his best friend's arm as a worm of fear shot through him. The fact that Mystique and Magneto were not only at the Institute but there with permission, there without the Professor's powerful presence, made his stomach cramp. He had seen what Magneto did to people who disappointed him. He did not want to be one of those sad, broken things. I haven't seen Pietro in weeks, he suddenly realized. Not even at the burger shack... "Hey, Lance," he started, but was stopped with another sharp pinch, this one to his side. "Hey!"
Mystique smiled benignly, tilting her head at the interviewer. "Pardon my presence but it's required that an adult be present when the students are interviewed. As the staff here acts in loco parentis [2], one of us will always be part of the process."
"I was given to understand that most of the students on my interview list are of legal age," the interviewer said archly, motioning for the camera to be shut off. "Was I misinformed?"
"No," Mystique replied in the same calm, low voice, not showing a trace of irritation. She stepped forward, away from doorway, the subtle sway of her hips drawing the eyes of most of the males on the film crew. "What was your name again? Brian, was it?" He nodded, his lips parting as if he were about to speak but no words emerged. Mystique stopped just short of him, folding her arms beneath her breasts, creating more cleavage than might be healthy. "You are here by the grace of Professor Charles Xavier. This is private property, not funded by tax payers. If you wish to continue this little project then you will abide by the rules and conditions set forth in the contract presented to you by the Institute. Is that understood?"
Amara drew up straight, an odd light in her eyes. Something twinged deep in her spine, some familiar note, some spark of admiration and desire that she had thought burned out years before. She glanced up at Lance and saw his brow furrowed as he regarded her, a look of concern on his face. "Shhh," she sighed. "This is interesting."
"Look, Miss...what was your name again?"
"Blau," Mystique smiled. "Raven Blau. Shall I write that down for you
Brian?" Her tone was condescending in the extreme as she leaned in
close, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You have an hour to finish
these interviews before the students must return to their classes."
The sound of the front door slamming open split the tension of the rec room. Jubilee's voice, loud and strident, echoed off the marble floors and high wooden walls. "Fuck you, Remy!"
"Merde," a low, heavily accented voice shot back. "You jus' don't know when to quite, chere!" The door slammed closed, rattling the sidelights and the newly repaired vase on the pedestal by the study. "You on my last nerve!"
"GOOD!" The sound of her feet stomping up the stairs were so loud that it had to be intentional, her booted tread making thudding noises on the polished risers.
The camera crew surged forward as one, crowding Mystique, Todd, Lance, Amara, Kurt and Kitty towards the rec room. Remy, his face set in a scowl, a cigarette dangling, unlit, from his finger tips, stood just inside the front door, glowering up the stairs, seemingly oblivious to the mass of humanity to his right. "Um," Kitty murmured, keenly aware of the sound of the camera and sound equipment whirring to life. "Hey, Remy..."
"Les femmes," he began, reeling on her, then pausing, his mouth open almost comically. "Uh... somethin' I miss?" He stuffed his hands into his coat pocket, hiding the cigarette and automatically feeling for the collapsible bo in the voluminous pockets of the overcoat.
"Remember," Kitty said calmly, edging through the small crowd, her eyes wide in a 'please, go with me' expression. "The documentary?"
"Ah, oui..." He frowned, his eyes lighting on Mystique. "I seem to have missed some details, though..."
"Ah, Mister LeBeau," Magneto's voice sounded from the top of the
stairs. "A word, please?"
Remy's eyes widened, then narrowed into bare slits. A flick of his wrist brought the bo out, fully extended as he leapt at the stairs. "Gladly!"
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[1] Years ago, at the height of the X-Files popularity, Fox aired this "special" called "Alien Autopsy" (which, IMHO was just a device for X Files promotion since they mentioned the show a few times in later X Files eps and gods I feel like a dork now lol). It was SO cheesy and obviously fake but some people REALLY believed it.
[2] http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=in%20loco%20parentis
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Disclaimers apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVETM, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta...Tea is a great cure-all. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: How'd it go the first day? Morgan: *stalkglomp* Readers/Reviewers: Please make sure you're not bouncing on the Yahoogroup! Thank you for reading/reviewing!
"Fuck that shit," Lance muttered, edging back against the wall, bumping into Todd. "This is fucking stupid." His eyes narrowed as he glared at the interview and, perforce, Kitty, his lips thinned and he shook his head. "All of this is fucking bullshit!"
"I admire your grasp of the English language," Amara murmured beside him. "It makes me feel positively inadequate." She tightened her fingers on his wrist, digging her nails in and not reacting as he hissed in annoyance. Todd jumped slightly beside Lance but Amara's glare kept him in place. "I know you both can lie. Now's the time to do it. Unless," she paused, her brows creeping up, "you want to end up like those poor little gray men in that alien autopsy [1] show."
Todd opened his mouth but, at a quick elbow-jab from Lance, shut it. "Right, don't want to get dissected," he finally settled on saying. "But I don't wanna talk to these college fruit loops." He glowered at the camera man, panning their way, and barely resisted the urge to shoot the finger.
"You will behave," a familiar, throaty voice hissed in his ear. "Or I will make you regret your lack of self control."
Todd's eyes went very wide as Mystique pinched his upper arm, hard enough to send a flare of bruising pain through his shoulder. "Yes'm!" he yelped. He scooted closer to Lance, grabbing his best friend's arm as a worm of fear shot through him. The fact that Mystique and Magneto were not only at the Institute but there with permission, there without the Professor's powerful presence, made his stomach cramp. He had seen what Magneto did to people who disappointed him. He did not want to be one of those sad, broken things. I haven't seen Pietro in weeks, he suddenly realized. Not even at the burger shack... "Hey, Lance," he started, but was stopped with another sharp pinch, this one to his side. "Hey!"
Mystique smiled benignly, tilting her head at the interviewer. "Pardon my presence but it's required that an adult be present when the students are interviewed. As the staff here acts in loco parentis [2], one of us will always be part of the process."
"I was given to understand that most of the students on my interview list are of legal age," the interviewer said archly, motioning for the camera to be shut off. "Was I misinformed?"
"No," Mystique replied in the same calm, low voice, not showing a trace of irritation. She stepped forward, away from doorway, the subtle sway of her hips drawing the eyes of most of the males on the film crew. "What was your name again? Brian, was it?" He nodded, his lips parting as if he were about to speak but no words emerged. Mystique stopped just short of him, folding her arms beneath her breasts, creating more cleavage than might be healthy. "You are here by the grace of Professor Charles Xavier. This is private property, not funded by tax payers. If you wish to continue this little project then you will abide by the rules and conditions set forth in the contract presented to you by the Institute. Is that understood?"
Amara drew up straight, an odd light in her eyes. Something twinged deep in her spine, some familiar note, some spark of admiration and desire that she had thought burned out years before. She glanced up at Lance and saw his brow furrowed as he regarded her, a look of concern on his face. "Shhh," she sighed. "This is interesting."
"Look, Miss...what was your name again?"
"Blau," Mystique smiled. "Raven Blau. Shall I write that down for you
Brian?" Her tone was condescending in the extreme as she leaned in
close, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You have an hour to finish
these interviews before the students must return to their classes."
The sound of the front door slamming open split the tension of the rec room. Jubilee's voice, loud and strident, echoed off the marble floors and high wooden walls. "Fuck you, Remy!"
"Merde," a low, heavily accented voice shot back. "You jus' don't know when to quite, chere!" The door slammed closed, rattling the sidelights and the newly repaired vase on the pedestal by the study. "You on my last nerve!"
"GOOD!" The sound of her feet stomping up the stairs were so loud that it had to be intentional, her booted tread making thudding noises on the polished risers.
The camera crew surged forward as one, crowding Mystique, Todd, Lance, Amara, Kurt and Kitty towards the rec room. Remy, his face set in a scowl, a cigarette dangling, unlit, from his finger tips, stood just inside the front door, glowering up the stairs, seemingly oblivious to the mass of humanity to his right. "Um," Kitty murmured, keenly aware of the sound of the camera and sound equipment whirring to life. "Hey, Remy..."
"Les femmes," he began, reeling on her, then pausing, his mouth open almost comically. "Uh... somethin' I miss?" He stuffed his hands into his coat pocket, hiding the cigarette and automatically feeling for the collapsible bo in the voluminous pockets of the overcoat.
"Remember," Kitty said calmly, edging through the small crowd, her eyes wide in a 'please, go with me' expression. "The documentary?"
"Ah, oui..." He frowned, his eyes lighting on Mystique. "I seem to have missed some details, though..."
"Ah, Mister LeBeau," Magneto's voice sounded from the top of the
stairs. "A word, please?"
Remy's eyes widened, then narrowed into bare slits. A flick of his wrist brought the bo out, fully extended as he leapt at the stairs. "Gladly!"
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[1] Years ago, at the height of the X-Files popularity, Fox aired this "special" called "Alien Autopsy" (which, IMHO was just a device for X Files promotion since they mentioned the show a few times in later X Files eps and gods I feel like a dork now lol). It was SO cheesy and obviously fake but some people REALLY believed it.
[2] http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=in%20loco%20parentis
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