Post by amieva on Jul 27, 2005 10:41:05 GMT -4
WARNING!: This story is not for the faint of humour, or those prone to heart attacks, strokes, or diarrhea. This is an atrocity spawned from the collaborative minds of Amieva and Tainz (Wanda and Lockheed), combined with the healthy breakfast of cookies, chips and cream soda.
We appologise and ask you to enjoy yourselves at your own risk.
Thank you.
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, yet on opposite sides of the world, two mutants sneezed. While that alone isn't anything astounding, as people sneeze all the time in all parts of the world, the very fact that the combined silmultanious sneezes of Wanda Maximoff and Ilyana Rasputin had rather amazing effects on their fellow kind.
This is the story you'll never read about in the papers. There's no record of it on file. The individuals involved would MUCH rather forget about the whole ordeal all together. They'd prefer to have nuclear warfare waged on their trousers.
It was a dark and not so stormy night at the Xavier institute. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants were taking extreme measures not to get noticed. These measures were so extreme, infact, that most of them just stayed home and let Quicksilver and Mystique pull the job themselves. What they were trying to accomplish wasn't important, since they failed miserably in the end - but we'll get to the how and why in a moment.
As stated before, it was night time. All the little children at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters were sound asleep in their beds. The adults were gathered for a most important meeting in the rec room, on the various couches and chairs, infront of the television. The Incredibles was on Pay-Per-View, and Logan swore he wasn't going to allow this opportunity pass him by again!
Just as Edna showed the flame-retardant baby uniform, a funny feeling fell over the X-Men.
"Ah feel funny."
"Indeed, Samuel." Xavier replied, feeling rather peculiar himself. "I myself appear to be experiencing some rather... odd effects. Could it be that Kitty cooked supper again?"
"No I didn't!" Kitty chirped indignantly, not appreciating that her cooking was being discredited even when she wasn't the one who cooked. "I'm pretty sure Remy cooked." A squawk issued from the dragon her shoulder. "And Lockheed helped."
Well, it didn't matter who cooked that evening. The cooking had nothing to do with it. Because, it was only a moment before that the silmultanious sneezes of The Scarlet Witch, and Magick occured. Wanda had been cleaning the dust off the bookshelf in the sitting room, and poor little Ilyana had a cold (being from Russia, of course she'd be cold).
Suddenly, something fowl fell upon the X-Men. Quicksilver dashed into the living room, full tilt, and crashed into the couch where Kitty, Lockheed, Piotr and Rogue were perched.
After the initial shock of being thrown off the furniture (especially for Colossus, since he'd never been thrown off of anything before) passed, Rogue took a good look at the situation. "Alright! Who let the ostrich in!"
Indeed, Quicksilver was an ostrich.
End Chapter 1. More to follow. Possibly later today...
We appologise and ask you to enjoy yourselves at your own risk.
Thank you.
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, yet on opposite sides of the world, two mutants sneezed. While that alone isn't anything astounding, as people sneeze all the time in all parts of the world, the very fact that the combined silmultanious sneezes of Wanda Maximoff and Ilyana Rasputin had rather amazing effects on their fellow kind.
This is the story you'll never read about in the papers. There's no record of it on file. The individuals involved would MUCH rather forget about the whole ordeal all together. They'd prefer to have nuclear warfare waged on their trousers.
It was a dark and not so stormy night at the Xavier institute. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants were taking extreme measures not to get noticed. These measures were so extreme, infact, that most of them just stayed home and let Quicksilver and Mystique pull the job themselves. What they were trying to accomplish wasn't important, since they failed miserably in the end - but we'll get to the how and why in a moment.
As stated before, it was night time. All the little children at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters were sound asleep in their beds. The adults were gathered for a most important meeting in the rec room, on the various couches and chairs, infront of the television. The Incredibles was on Pay-Per-View, and Logan swore he wasn't going to allow this opportunity pass him by again!
Just as Edna showed the flame-retardant baby uniform, a funny feeling fell over the X-Men.
"Ah feel funny."
"Indeed, Samuel." Xavier replied, feeling rather peculiar himself. "I myself appear to be experiencing some rather... odd effects. Could it be that Kitty cooked supper again?"
"No I didn't!" Kitty chirped indignantly, not appreciating that her cooking was being discredited even when she wasn't the one who cooked. "I'm pretty sure Remy cooked." A squawk issued from the dragon her shoulder. "And Lockheed helped."
Well, it didn't matter who cooked that evening. The cooking had nothing to do with it. Because, it was only a moment before that the silmultanious sneezes of The Scarlet Witch, and Magick occured. Wanda had been cleaning the dust off the bookshelf in the sitting room, and poor little Ilyana had a cold (being from Russia, of course she'd be cold).
Suddenly, something fowl fell upon the X-Men. Quicksilver dashed into the living room, full tilt, and crashed into the couch where Kitty, Lockheed, Piotr and Rogue were perched.
After the initial shock of being thrown off the furniture (especially for Colossus, since he'd never been thrown off of anything before) passed, Rogue took a good look at the situation. "Alright! Who let the ostrich in!"
Indeed, Quicksilver was an ostrich.
End Chapter 1. More to follow. Possibly later today...