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| Apples, Peaches, Bananas & Pears; 5/26 Erly Aftn - Both Petes, Both Kittys | |
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| Shadowcat | Jun 19 2015, 09:12 PM Post #16 |
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Immaterial Girl
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Wisdom and Pete both seemed to have the same way of making 'friends' with Lockheed, apparently. Kitty took a second to ponder if this was some strange genetic trait that carried across dimensions. She did this while trying desperately not to laugh, but not quite able to stop herself from poking at the former spy a little. The former spy, that was, in the shredded suit and that wasn't also trying not to laugh his ass off in the middle of the hall. “More like it hunted him down, I wager,” her Pete muttered and she rolled her eyes his way. . “Figured that out, did you?” Wisdom growled, panting slightly from his inaugural experience with the Spy vs. Dragon Wars. "Call it a hunch," she threw back, still trying to swallow laughter that didn't want to go anywhere but out and not bothering to even try to keep the grin off her face. If he thought that scowl he was throwing her way would do anything at all, well, he was about to be disappointed. She probably shouldn't tease him too much, though. From the looks of him he might explode and that suit wasn't up to holding him together. “The real problem is Chewie met him too.” Kitty's brows lifted curiously and she turned toward Pete to see if he had any idea what a 'Chewie' was. The thing that'd disappeared into Bobby Drake's room that was probably a cat, maybe? No chance to ask, since the teenager that Lockheed had wrapped himself around had noticed both the pants the dragon still had in his mouth and the fire extinguisher Wisdom was carrying. Neither of these impressed her even and little and the battle not to just let go and laugh uncontrollably was getting harder and harder to win. There was more glaring (from Wisdom and Other!Kitty) and more hissing (from Lockheed) and she squeezed Pete's hand in a bid to keep her fast waning composure, amused brown eyes cutting his way sidelong. “None of your sodding business what I’m going to do with it,” Wisdom snapped back in relation to the fire extinguisher. Oh yeah, that'd go over well. "It is now," [the native Kitty]e snapped back moving another step closer, which probably wasn't a good sign. At least the box hadn't gone flying yet, but she was keeping her and Pete ready to phase again at a moments notice, just in case. "And I can make that fire extinguisher mine, too. You won't like it if I do." The laughing got away from her a little then, drawing a eerily familiar glare her way. Mostly because it was her glare. That wasn't helping with the laughing, either. “I just want me trousers back,” Wisdom insisted, getting a better grip on his fire extinguisher. It probably wasn't really the time to point out that wouldn't help him, but it was still tempting. “My last. Pair. Of trousers.” "At least it wasn't your cigarettes," Kitty couldn't stop herself from pointing out, then grinned over at Pete again as the younger Kitty started trying to get Lockheed to give up the pants. God, this was all disturbingly, eerily familiar. "C'mon, Dragon, let go. You don't want those nasty old pants." But the dragon wasn't having any of it. He had a grip on those pants, growling around them and shooting a baleful look toward Wisdom as he flicked his tail around in annoyance. “It’s your dragon,” the slightly the worse for wear British former spy insisted, turning to her like this was somehow all her fault. “It ought to listen to you, yeah?” Kitty's grin went sideways with a 'snerk' and Pete was just laughing outright now. “Stop that, you tosser,” Wisdom ground out as Pete's forehead dropped against her shoulder and his started shaking. Yeah, he already knew how that worked, Wisdom was about to get his own crash course in Dragon 101. "Uggh, him," the older of the two Shadowcats heard the younger emphasize, annoyed her own right. "Lockheed isn't an it." "And he's a friend, not a pet," Kitty added, extracting her hand from Pete's and slipping her arm around his back instead, still grinning at Wisdom. Then she turned her head to give a cursory, considering look to the dragon in question. Still curled around her double and still with the pants firmly in his possession. "He's not going to listen to me, especially when you're chasing him around with a fire extinguisher. Ask Pete how that works out for him." "Pfui," added Lockheed, still muffled around the material of Wisdom's pants. "You could try asking nicely, though," the brunette suggested innocently. That would've probably been more convincing if she hadn't been half-way still laughing when she said it, though. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jun 27 2015, 02:36 PM Post #17 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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This was all very familiar. Apparently things weren't much different from one dimension to the next where the rat got involved. Except right now it was bloody hilarious. Pete tried to contain his amusement- well, mostly tried- and Kitty wasn't making it easier the way she kept looking at him and making soft, choked snorts. Giving each other's hand a squeeze helped some, but it still felt like a losing battle. Not quite as losing as the one between the other bloke and the rat, though. Now that it was safely under the protection of Kitty, and it didn't seem to much matter which Kitty it was, he wasn't going to get very far. Especially with that fire extinguisher. Not that it had ever stopped Pete from doing the same thing, but it did make it more fun to watch. The younger Kitty's scowl intensified when she was told the extinguisher was none of her business. She took an aggressive step forward, jaw set and arms crossed over her chest. "It is now," she shot back. "And I can make that fire extinguisher mine, too. You won't like it if I do." Some laughter bubbled out of Kitty at that, which got them both a brief glare of their own. Pete ignored that and leaned forward to whisper in Kitty's ear. "'I'm getting real good at stubbing cigarettes out on people. Want me to practice some more?'" It was almost a surprise the other bloke hadn't responded to that threat by looming over her and promising to rip off her head and spit down her neck. Good thing he hadn't, since that might guarantee the cigar box would go flying. Instead he tightened his grip on the fire extinguisher as if he thought that would do him any good at all. “I just want me trousers back,” he said, sounding a little less short of breath. Pete almost felt bad for him there. He knew how exhausting it could be to deal with the rat. “My last. Pair. Of trousers.” "At least it wasn't your cigarettes," Kitty teased. Pete figured the only reason it wouldn't have done that was it seemed like half the Rebellion here smoked, and the rat only wanted to torment Wisdom. The teenage Kitty then tried to persuade the rat to give up the pants in his maw, more, it seemed, so they wouldn't be touching her anymore than out of any real desire to help the other Wisdom out. "C'mon, Dragon, let go. You don't want those nasty old pants." A predictable response followed from the rat. It steadfastly refused, the pants seized tight as it pulled against her efforts to tug it free. Pete gave the younger girl a quick, knowing look. He didn't expect she'd appreciate that much, but he was on to her. She could phase those pants away from Lockheed any time she wanted. Apparently she wasn’t so committed to her efforts that she was above making Wisdom suffer a bit. It was all Pete could do not to wink outright. Said Wisdom made a noise showing what he thought of the stubborn rat, then turned to Kitty. “It’s your dragon,” he said, almost as if he blamed her for the confrontation going on. “It ought to listen to you, yeah?” Christ, that did it. He really had no idea, did he? Pete couldn’t help it. He let out a laugh before pressing his head to Kitty’s shoulders. His head would pop like a grape if he tried to hold it in after that. The bloke was going to find out sooner or later how much good that was going to do him. “Stop that, you tosser,” the man said, fully annoyed at him. Not that it amounted to much, since both Kitty’s teamed up to educate him on what the rat actually was. "Uggh, him," the younger chimed in first. "Lockheed isn't an it." "And he's a friend, not a pet," Kitty said next, taking her hand from Pete’s and moving it around his back. He obligingly shifted to stand next to her, placing his one arm around her waist. "He's not going to listen to me, especially when you're chasing him around with a fire extinguisher. Ask Pete how that works out for him." And then the rat itself capped it all off with a firm, "Pfui," "You could try asking nicely, though," she offered. Not as innocent-sounding as she probably meant to, but he doubted anyone was going to fall for it anyway. “That won’t do you much good either,” Pete said, giving Kitty’s waist a light squeeze. “How’s you’re climbing, mate? The rat might have left some o’ your clothes hanging from the communications tower before you found it.” If looks could kill, he’d be a goner for sure, but Pete just kept smiling and trying to hold in the laughter. Poorly. “Would Chewie be that cat who just tried to tear off me foot at the ankle?” he added. “What’s so bad about him, then?” The way the bloke put it, the thing might be more trouble than the rat. Didn’t really seem possible, but Pete figured it might be best to find out now. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Jun 30 2015, 02:34 PM Post #18 |
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Unphased
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Uggh. Now there was laughing and whispering and Kitty would've rolled her eyes at the other two if she hadn't been busy using them to glare at Wisdom 2.0 and his fire extinguisher. Which, if he wasn't careful, she was gonna to take away from him and use for nefarious purposes. Purposes he definitely wouldn't like and that didn't have anything to do with what he'd probably been planning on using it for. And, no, she really didn't care that he just wanted his pants back (other than the fact that she wanted him to have them back, too, so they weren't hanging on her shoulder). "At least it wasn't your cigarettes," the older, laughing and grinning completely inappropriately Kitty said to her boyfriend and the teen made a face. God, she let Lockheed play with his cigarettes? That was just gross. Possibly slightly more gross than having to touch Wisdoms pants, that Lockheed wasn't willing to just let go of, no matter how nicely she asked or how much she tugged. Sigh. Why the heck did he even want them, that was the question. Sure, she guessed she could just phase them away from him or something, but that seemed kinda rude. Lockheed, as far as she knew, captured them fair and square. Possibly with the help of evil Warbird's equally evil cat. God, and why was the other one looking at her like he was amused now? “It’s your dragon,” the native Wisdom informed her counterpart, after making some more disgusted sounding noises. “It ought to listen to you, yeah?” Kitty stopped glaring at him long enough to roll her eyes toward the ceiling. Even the other Wisdom was laughing at that (ignoring the leaning, though, and the arms and all of that). Yeah. That was gonna happen. They might not agree on a lot, her and the other Kitty, but pretty sure this was gonna be one of those things they did. “Stop that, you tosser,” Wisdom ordered his own laughing counterpart as she corrected the misinformation he seemed to have that Lockheed was an 'it'. Anybody paying attention at all would know he wasn't an it, he was a him. Then again, this guy'd apparently got seriously owned by a tiny flying dragon and a fluffy cat. He was probably running on a pretty steep learning curve. "And he's a friend, not a pet," the older version of herself corrected, proving that, yep, that was something they actually did agree on. The PDA with alter-Wisdom, not so much but she was just gonna go back to ignoring that. If she didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't happening. "He's not going to listen to me, especially when you're chasing him around with a fire extinguisher. Ask Pete how that works out for him." Smirking, the teenager reached up to give the dragon in question an affectionate scratch on his head, feeling that little, dull pang again as she let herself miss her Lockheed. "You've always had really good people sense, haven't you, Dragon," she asked him rhetorically as he stated his own opinion of their Wisdom in no uncertain terms and the other Kitty suggested he maybe try asking Lockheed nicely. Didn't think that'd help, but it'd probably at least make things interesting. “That won’t do you much good either,” the other Pete Wisdom said, having gone from handholding to the arm around his girlfriend thing. Nope. Still didn't get it. Never would. Didn't really wanna keep seeing it. “How’s you’re climbing, mate? The rat might have left some o’ your clothes hanging from the communications tower before you found it.” Wisdom tried to stare a hole through his double and the younger Kitty let out a 'snerk' and added a helpful, "Or he could've just thrown them off the side into the East River. You probably don't wanna go after them, though." See? That was helpful. Really. She was also giving the pants still hanging on her shoulder another tug, just in case Lockheed might've decided he'd had enough. He hadn't and the younger girl wrinkled her nose at him. “Would Chewie be that cat who just tried to tear off me foot at the ankle?” Import Wisdom decided to ask, reminding her that, yeah, there was still an evil cat in the room somewhere, wasn't there? “What’s so bad about him, then?” Eyes widening, Kitty turned her attention from the contemplation of unwanted pants on her person and whether or not she actually cared there was an evil cat in Bobby's room to settled it on the alter-Wisdom instead. Seriously? He hadn't heard about the evil cat adventures? "Your Carol doesn't have a Chewie?" she asked, that being the only explanation she could think of. Their Carol wasn't evil (hoped for their sake that lasted, but wasn't gonna bet on it), maybe he cat wasn't either? "It took Jess' whole team to get him out of her apartment," Kitty explained, since they'd somehow missed that, apparently. She really didn't wanna know why. "They all needed first aid after." Then, turning to their Wisdom she added, "I can't believe you're just letting him run loose all over the helicarrier, playing with your clothes." Seriously, how could anybody think that was a good idea? |
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| Wisdom | Jul 1 2015, 01:54 PM Post #19 |
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Bargain Basement Bond
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Now Pryde's younger twin was threatening to perform unnatural acts with a fire extinguisher on Wisdom. She might not have used the words, but the message was clear enough. Christ, it was moments like this that made wonder if she and Pryde were really the same person. Pryde, who was laughing about all this, along with her Wisdom. Whispering things to each other like there was some kind of private joke going on in front of them. Four months ago that kind of threat would have gotten the little brunette a much more vitriolic response, especially with the mood he was in at the moment. He just wanted his last sodding pair of trousers back and in one piece, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get it. If the lone teenager involved in this didn’t like it, she could go hang. "At least it wasn't your cigarettes," Pryde tossed in, as if that was some kind of consolation. He might have liked to see the little monster try that. Cigarettes were something of a precious resource around here, even with the abundance found on board. Lockheed would be signing its own death warrant if it went after those, and Pete wouldn’t have to lift a single hot-knifed finger. The dragon wasn’t much good at doing what it was told either. The younger Pryde couldn’t manage to get it to let the pants go, no matter how much she tried to pry it away or insisted it didn’t want them. Like a bloody dog with a bone, it was, except it was reserving all its nasty looks for Pete himself. Why wasn’t Pryde saying anything? The dragon belonged to her, didn’t it? And what was that tosser she was with laughing about now? Maybe he still had a good use for that fire extinguisher after all. "Uggh, him," the other Pryde said as Pete was suddenly met with fresh annoyance. "Lockheed isn't an it." "And he's a friend, not a pet," Pryde herself added, presenting a united front on that, of all things. And now she and the other bloke were standing with their arms slung around each other. He really wished they’d stop doing that. “You’re both off your trolly,” Wisdom said, shaking his head at them. The bloody thing was an animal, no matter how loyal it might be to her, or hers. He wasn’t about to get dragged into an argument of semantics when there were more pressing matters to tend to. "He's not going to listen to me, especially when you're chasing him around with a fire extinguisher. Ask Pete how that works out for him." Pete had a feeling he could guess. Lockheed uttered a muffled, defiant, "Pfui," all the while keeping an iron grip on the pants. Just what had the other Wisdom done to the bloody thing, anyway? "You've always had really good people sense, haven't you, Dragon," the younger one said, then, giving the dragon an affectionate scratch. Pete glowered at both of them. This wasn’t the time for coddling the bloody thing. "You could try asking nicely, though," Pryde added, and he hoped she didn’t think he bought that awful attempt to sound innocent. “That won’t do you much good either,” the other bloke said, still sounding far too amused, but at least he wasn’t still laughing. “How’s you’re climbing, mate? The rat might have left some o’ your clothes hanging from the communications tower before you found it.” “Oh, cheers,” Pete said, giving his double a glare he hoped might melt a hole in his face. No luck there. He looked more like he was ready for another round of laughter. The Kitty they were keeping made another attempt at getting the pants from Lockheed, with no better results than last time. "Or he could've just thrown them off the side into the East River. You probably don't wanna go after them, though." She wrinkled her nose at the dragon, like she thought his misbehavior was cute. “Would Chewie be that cat who just tried to tear off me foot at the ankle?” [other Wisdom] added. “What’s so bad about him, then?” Pete’s eyes grew a bit wider and he turned a skeptical look his double’s way. He had no idea, did he? Pryde the younger gave an equally incredulous, "Your Carol doesn't have a Chewie?" “Dunno,” the other bloke replied. “She hung up on me when I got to asking her how she’d go about things if she suddenly became a genocidal fascist.” “Big surprise there.” Pete couldn’t help a brief, slightly smug look in spite of everything else. Even if he only counted the fight in the Baxter Building, it sounded like he’d still had more of a conversation with Danvers than this one had. "It took Jess' whole team to get him out of her apartment," teen Pryde explained, sparing Wisdom the pain of having to do so himself. At least in her case it was secondhand. That mission was probably going to give Pete nightmares for weeks. "They all needed first aid after." Then, turning to their Wisdom she added, "I can't believe you're just letting him run loose all over the helicarrier, playing with your clothes." “Just the ones I left in Drew’s room,” Pete protested. Lockheed had apparently gone hunting them down after it finished wrecking everything in his own room. Pete gave his head a quick shake and fixed the girl with a hard stare. “Look, that dragon’s the one what got Chewie riled up and running loose. I had nothing to do with it. The sooner we get it back where it belongs, the happier I’ll be.” Not as happy as he'd be to get his trousers back, but that ought to be a given by now. |
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| Shadowcat | Jul 4 2015, 11:27 PM Post #20 |
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Immaterial Girl
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Wisdom was not listening. Or appreciating the advice. “You’re both off your trolly,” Wisdom said, shaking his head at them and Kitty signed inwardly, giving him a look that would hopefully communicate that it was his funeral. Or at least his singed and shredded wardrobe. Lockheed wasn't going to listen to her, or the younger version of her, either, with the alternate universe version of Pete chasing him around with a fire extinguisher. He could ask Pete for himself exactly how that worked out. Lockheed expressed his own opinion on the matter, mouth still full of pants, the younger Shadowcat in the group praised him for his good sense for people, and Pete? Well, he as being helpful again. He'd stopped practically cackling to manage it, but she was still holding onto her own laughter by a thin, fraying thread. “That won’t do you much good either,” her partner and boyfriend supplied in his helpfulness. See, she'd told him. It really was amusing when it wasn't you it was happening to. “How’s you’re climbing, mate? The rat might have left some o’ your clothes hanging from the communications tower before you found it.” Kitty managed to choke back another bark of laughter, turning it into a cough instead. Because that would be really convincing. Not that she was trying to be and so she didn't bother hiding her grin. “Oh, cheers,” Wisdom grumbled oh-so-enthusiastically to that bit of 'helpfulness' and Kitty shot a grin Pete's way, giving his waist a light squeeze. Just in time for her own double to add to the fun and Pete Wisdom torture as she made a not overly enthusiastic try at wrestling the pants away from Lockheed again. Sure, either of them could just phase them loose, but where was the fun in that? "Or he could've just thrown them off the side into the East River. You probably don't wanna go after them, though." And there was a cheerful, and also entirely possible, thought as the younger Kitty wrinkled her nose at the dragon still contentedly curled around her shoulder and holding Wisdom's pants hostage as the owner of the pants proceeded to try to glare them all to death. Thankfully, not literally. She really didn't want to find out what happened when the helicarrier was accidentally on fire. At least they had a fire extinguisher, just in case. It had to be strange, and a little sad, for the teenager to have Lockheed around, she mused next. Kitty the elder couldn't imagine losing Lockheed the way she had. But she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed glad to see him. Which made one of the natives, at least. "Would Chewie be that cat who just tried to tear off me foot at the ankle?” Pete asked, while she was contemplating that. “What’s so bad about him, then?” Apparently, that was the wrong question, because it got them wide-eyed, incredulous looks from both other parties. Alright, this was actually starting to be a little weird. "Your Carol doesn't have a Chewie?" Teen Kitty asked in a way that implied that, if she did, they would have to know it. “Dunno,” Pete replied, while she was still trying to remember if she'd ever heard anything about Carol Danvers having a cat. “She hung up on me when I got to asking her how she’d go about things if she suddenly became a genocidal fascist.” Wisdom was muttering something but Kitty didn't hear him. She didn't hear him because she was busy groaning and facepalming. Then she turned to Pete, gave him a look, and whispered, "You didn't seriously ask her like that did you?" Being Pete, and knowing Pete, and...well, alright, yes. He probably had actually asked her like that and Kitty just shook her head and ignored the way her younger version was looking at him like he'd just grown two heads. Yeah, give her a couple of months with Wisdom, this sort of thing wouldn't be nearly as surprising anymore. Oy vey. "It took Jess' whole team to get him out of her apartment," the other Kitty enlightened them. "They all needed first aid after." Then, turning to their Wisdom she added, "I can't believe you're just letting him run loose all over the helicarrier, playing with your clothes." Not even bothering to try to keep the grin at bay this time, she couldn't resist adding herself, "She does have a point." Just in the spirit of not totally taking sides when it came to the various Wisdoms. “Just the ones I left in Drew’s room,” Wisdom protested and Shadowcat's eyebrows winged toward her hairline once again and she shot another, knowing look toward her Pete. Clothes in Jess' room, huh? “Look, that dragon’s the one what got Chewie riled up and running loose. I had nothing to do with it. The sooner we get it back where it belongs, the happier I’ll be.” Lockheed was hissing again, and taking the opportunity to give Wisdom's pants a sharp shake for good measure. "Stuff I could live without ever knowing. Seriously. Ever," the teenager grumbled from slightly behind her and to the side. "You should probably get used to that with this one," Kitty informed her with a more than slightly amused expression, glancing back before turning to Wisdom again, leaning in against Pete's side as she asked, "Are you trying to get him to kill your pants?" she asked curiously. "Because I don't think insulting him is going to encourage him to turn loose." Besides, how did he know this wasn't the cats idea? Stranger things had happened. A lot stranger. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Jul 8 2015, 01:58 PM Post #21 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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Was the bloke absolutely certain all his clothes had been shredded and burned? Pete knew from experience how much the rat liked to hang things off the highest spots he could find. In this case, that'd likely be the comm towers on this very helicarrier. Pete had plenty of practice climbing thanks to that. Had to ask how well the other one was doing in that area. So that was what he looked like when pure murder was in his eyes. Bit different seeing it on the receiving end. "Or he could've just thrown them off the side into the East River. You probably don't wanna go after them, though." How about that? Pete was beginning to think ‘tense’ was Pryde’s only setting, but she was finally starting to prove she could loosen up a bit after all. Good to know she hadn’t forgotten how to have a little fun. Pete decided this might be a good time to ask about that thing he’d seen streak into the room behind of Lockhood, in case anyone had forgotten about that. He still expected it was a cat, apparently one that went by the name of Chewie. What was supposed to be so bad about it to have his double so concerned? By the looks he got, he may as well have asked them if Terry Prachett had written Great Expectations. It was a bit eerie seeing Pryde and the other Wisdom unified like that. And how was he supposed to know if their Danvers had a Chewie? Their conversation over the phone had come to a sudden end once Pete got around to telling her why he’d given her a ring. He wasn’t entirely sure her phone had survived the hanging up, either. Kitty let out a groan and placed a hand over her face for a moment, muffling whatever Wisdom said in response. His girlfriend gave him a look like she hadn’t been the one to tell him contacting her, along with Pym and Stark, was a good idea that might turn up useful information. "You didn't seriously ask her like that did you?" she whispered. “How was I supposed to ask her?” he whispered back, trying to ignore the way Pryde was now looking at him. It wasn’t like he’d accused their own Danvers of planning to go off the rails and try to kill everyone with superpowers. "Your Carol doesn't have a Chewie?" Pryde asked as soon as she’d recovered. "It took Jess' whole team to get him out of her apartment, They all needed first aid after." Pete was half-ready to tell her to get out. How could one sodding cat be that much trouble for people who could dodge bullets? There was a grave look on Wisdom’s face that Pete recognized immediately and confirmed that the teenager wasn’t exaggerating. Bloke must have been there, too, though Pete was at a loss to guess why. Pryde switched her attention to the dark-haired man with more scars on his face than Pete himself had and said, "I can't believe you're just letting him run loose all over the helicarrier, playing with your clothes." “Just the ones I left in Drew’s room,” he protested. Christ, had Pete just heard him right? Pete’s brows flew up, only to drop back down in a look of pained exasperation as he met eyes with Kitty. She was giving him a look that was full of amused validation. What did the bloke need with pants if he flung them off every time a shapely pair of legs walked by? “Look, that dragon’s the one what got Chewie riled up and running loose. I had nothing to do with it. The sooner we get it back where it belongs, the happier I’ll be.” The rat let out another hiss and shook the pants in its maw a bit to express how it felt about that. Should have expected that by now, if he’d been paying any attention. "Stuff I could live without ever knowing. Seriously. Ever," Pryde grumbled. Pete was in complete agreement with her there. He still owed the other man for what he’d had to put up with with Blaire’s sister, not to mention the disturbing list of everyone else he’d apparently shagged. A list that seemed to grow every time Pete turned around. "You should probably get used to that with this one," Kitty advised. She turned her gaze from one double to the other and leaned against Pete’s side. That was nice, but she could probably use a bit more surface. Pete shifted a little more behind her and brought his arms around her and loosely clasped his hands in front of her waist. That ought to be a bit more comfortable for her. "Are you trying to get him to kill your pants?" she asked the other Pete. "Because I don't think insulting him is going to encourage him to turn loose." The other Pete gave her a look that said he was right next to his last nerve over this. “Well, I’m not about to snog him for it,” he shot back. Pete leaned a little closer so he could whisper in Kitty’s ear. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s snogged, yeah?” Lockheed, meanwhile, let out a chuckle of his own. ”I don’t bloody believe this,” the other Pete complained. Then, with a look that might have passed for surrender, he sighed and looked at the rat. “Would you please give me back me trousers, Lockheed?” “He actually did it,” Pete said, not quite sure he was believing what he’d just heard. “Uh-uh,” Lockheed answered. That part was much easier to believe. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Jul 13 2015, 02:06 PM Post #22 |
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Unphased
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Well, there it was. More staring. It just seemed to keep happening to her when these people were around. "Dunno," the imported Wisdom answered, such as it was. Though, yeah, if it didn't know about Chewie that probably was an answer. “She hung up on me when I got to asking her how she’d go about things if she suddenly became a genocidal fascist.” Oh for god's sake. Really? “Big surprise there.” Wisdom was looking way too smug for a guy that'd been defeated by a cat and a small, alien dragon while the older Kitty was, pretty understandably, groaning and facepalming over her...boyfriend person's idea of diplomacy. Yeah. He'd asked that. He'd asked Carol Danvers that. Even if theirs wasn't evil, Kitty was guessing she hadn't stopped being Carol. There was whispering she didn't quite catch, because she was busy staring at Alter-Wisdom. God. No. Seriously? He'd asked that? Right, okay, away from that and back to the question of Chewie. Or actually the statement that Chewie had nearly taken out Jess' whole team when they went to get him and they'd all needed first aid after. That should explain as much as anything she could say. Or maybe not, with the skeptical look Other Wisdom was giving her. Then he took another look at his own double and maybe changed his mind a little. Yeah, he didn't see anybody laughing about Chewie did he? God, and now he was loose in...actually he was loose in Bobby's room. Okay, she was feeling a little better about this whole thing now. Though not enough to quite let go of the fact that she couldn't believe Wisdom was just letting Carol's evil cat run around loose, playing with his clothes. And Lockheed. “Just the ones I left in Drew’s room,” he protested and Arrrgggh! God, things she did not need to hear or no, ever, and Kitty narrowed her eyes at him. He better not be screwing around with Jess. She'd had to put up with more than enough of that in her life. Then her eyes narrowed more as he tried to put all the blame for his mess onto Lockheed. Oh, no. No. The little dragon still on her shoulder hissed and shook his pants, while Kitty herself tried to get all the things she didn't wanna know outta her head. Something nobody here was helping with at all. "You should probably get used to that with this one," the older Shadowcat advised and the younger girl shot her a sour look. Great. Something new to look forward to. And, god, did they have to do the leaning thing? Really? Of course, thinking that made the leaning worse, now with extra added hugging (which might've been kind of cute if it wasn't so damned disturbing to have to see), so the petite brunette shifted her attention to the now less disturbing sight of shredded!Wisdom. Did he want Lockheed to kill his pants? Because that's what he was gonna get if he kept insulting him. (And, yeah, she could phase them away from the little dragon, but he'd caught them fair and square, it didn't seem right). There was another look from Wisdom that had her rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, still scratching Lockheed's head. “Well, I’m not about to snog him for it,” he shot back and, okay, ewww. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s snogged, yeah?” the extra Pete Wisdom whispered to the extra Kitty. She barely caught it, but she did and the teenager let out a surprised snort of laughter she couldn't suppress as Lockheed chuckled. "Well, there's more stuff I don't want in my head," she commented to no one in particular. ”I don’t bloody believe this,” the other Pete complained. Then, with a look that might have passed for surrender, he sighed and looked at the rat. “Would you please give me back me trousers, Lockheed?” Wow. He gave up easy. “He actually did it,” a disbelieving other Pete said as Lockheed, unimpressed by the request, denied it with a firm, “Uh-uh,” "Lockheed," the older Kitty told him firmly, "come on. Give him the pants back." The teen girl gave Lockheed a sympathetic look, but shrugged. "You probably should. Nobody wants him running around with no pants. Trust me." The little dragon peered at the older girl consideringly, then turned to Wisdom with narrowed, still considering eyes. Uh-oh, that didn't look good. "Uh-uh," he announced again, gave the pants another shake, then faster than she could blink, dove off her shoulders and under the bed, pants trailing behind him. "I don't think he's impressed," she told Wisdom, still mostly trying to ignore the leaning and stuff happening with the other two. "It might be easier just to get more pants." And maybe not leave those all over some random girl's room so they were stolen by dragons or eaten by evil cats. But she wasn't sure she was ready to give Wisdom credit for being able to figure that much out. |
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| Wisdom | Jul 15 2015, 12:38 AM Post #23 |
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Bargain Basement Bond
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The rest of them might want to get a few facts straight before they started tossing about their theories and suggestions and not-so-subtle hints that Pete was somehow responsible for Lockheed and Chewie shredding his clothes and running wild through the helicarrier. Pryde the Younger was especially off with her questions. Chewie had only had a go at the clothes Pete left in Drew's room. His own room, and the torn and charred clothes he'd found there, bore all the signs of a rampage courtesy of Pryde's out-of-control dragon. Christ, pointing that out had been like tossing a cig into a pool of petrol. Lockheed let out an angry hiss and thrashed his pants around like he was after a tenner. Pete's double looked like he'd bitten something sour and his look was answered with one from Pryde that almost reeked of 'I told you so.' The other Pryde muttered about things she didn't need to know before falling back on glaring at him, only to dial up the glare even more. The more time he spent around the slender brunette, the harder it was to accept that she was the same person as Pryde. More like Pryde's bratty younger sister. The other Wisdom was worse. There was so much about him that reminded Pete of himself, only about half a year ago. Some didn't seem anything like himself. Like the way he was wrapping his arms around Pryde so she could lean back against him like they were college sweethearts. Or moments away from posing for a wall poster painted by sodding Alex Ross. He would be a lot more comfortable if they would stop doing that. "Are you trying to get him to kill your pants?" she asked curiously. "Because I don't think insulting him is going to encourage him to turn loose." Pete gave her a withering look, cramming all the frustration boiling through him into it. This wasn't even close to the sort of insults he could be throwing around right now. Considering what the beast had done, they were lucky he'd restrained himself. “Well, I’m not about to snog him for it,” he fired in return. The comment fell flat, however, as the other Wisdom decided he'd left himself wide open to take more of the piss out of him. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s snogged, yeah?” Hilarious. Scowling at that came a bit too late to stop the quick burst of laughter from the younger former X-Man, and the dragon let out a chuckle that was even more obnoxious. The dragon was laughing. At him. "Well, there's more stuff I don't want in my head," teen Pryde said. Everyone was having fun with this, weren't they? Of course, they didn't have to worry about wandering about starkers. He was getting nowhere with this. Clearly. ”I don’t bloody believe this,” he said with an exasperated breath. They wanted him to ask nicely, he could ask nicely. “Would you please give me back me trousers, Lockheed?” A bit of that might have been spoken through clenched teeth, but it was the closest to nice he was willing to go, even when it seemed like nothing else was going to work. “He actually did it,” the other bloke said. He and Drake's ex both seemed like they never expected he'd go this far. Showed what they knew. Living with Ferguson's team had taught Pete a lot about knowing when it was better to throw in the towel than to dig in his heels. Too bad it didn't work. “Uh-uh,” Lockheed answered. He supposed Pryde had warned him it wouldn't work. Still, the refusal had Pete's brows slamming down in a mask of barely contained resentment and anger. "Lockheed," the older Kitty told him firmly, "come on. Give him the pants back." A shrug from her double as she looked at the dragon and added, "You probably should. Nobody wants him running around with no pants. Trust me." Right. Because she was an authority on that, now? There did seem to be a chance it might change Lockheed's mind, however. At least for the moment as it looked back at her. As soon as it turned back to Pete, however, it was clear they were still at an impasse. "Uh-uh," it said, and then shook the pants some more before flinging itself into the room and under the bed, still holding on to the last of Pete's clothing. That little toerag! "I don't think he's impressed," the girl said to Pete. "It might be easier just to get more pants." Pete stared daggers past her, directly at the bed. His eyes literally blazed for a moment, flames crackling out the edges, but he reeled it back and took a long breath. With a disgusted noise, he let the fire extinguisher drop to his side and snatched his fingers through his hair. "Alright, let's just forget about me trousers for the moment yeah?" he said, looking from her to the other two, then quickly away because they was still too much leaning going on. His eyes went back to the room, and somewhere in there he caught the sound of an angry feline hiss. "Just help me deal with the cat, okay?" he said, giving them all a tired, appealing look. "Chewie's important to Jess." for some reason he still couldn't quite fathom, other than it would be wrong to just leave the thing without someone to take care of it. Or protect the rest of the world from it, more like. Pete pressed his lips together and furrowed his brow slightly. "She's taken a lot of hard hits lately. Wouldn't be right for her to have to worry about this, too." Plus, the other two couldn't hang off each other like that if they were trying to wrangle the cat. And just what was the other bloke looking at Pryde like that about now? Like he was sharing some sort of inside information with her. Mental. They were all mental. |
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| Shadowcat | Aug 15 2015, 12:20 PM Post #24 |
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Immaterial Girl
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How was he supposed to ask her? Well, there was a question. God. Pete. Kitty just gave her head a fond shake and didn't even try to come up with an answer for that one. Besides, they were already moving on to evil Carol Danvers even more evil cat, which Wisdom was apparently letting run loose. Along with Lockheed and the clothes that...Wisdom had left in Jessica Drew's room. Right. Some brain trauma for her doppelganger, apparently, while Kitty herself took a sidelong look at Pete, the better to gauge if his head was about to completely detonate yet. She wasn't grinning. No, really, she wasn't. He might not be happy about being face to face with his double's...activities, but he'd survive. And her own double should probably get used to, since from what she'd seen and heard since she'd been here, it probably wasn't going away. The question on the older girl's mind, however, as she leaned into Pete's side and he shuffled behind her instead, arms slipping around her so she was leaning back lightly against his torso, was whether Wisdom was trying to get Lockheed to kill his pants. If he was? He was doing an excellent job. If not, he might want to try not insulting him, since that wasn't going to get her dragon to turn loose. And if he thought that look he was shooting her way was going to cut any ice at all? Wisdom hadn't been paying attention very well. “Well, I’m not about to snog him for it,” he shot back as Kitty folded her hands over Pete's and grinned back with complete lack of remorse. This was practically the most fun she'd had since she got here. Then Pete was leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s snogged, yeah?” Head tilting back, her grin widened and she didn't bother even trying to hold back her snerk of amusement. Lockheed was doing it, so could she. "Not sure I'd tempt fate like that," she advised in a teasing whisper of her own, since she didn't think Pete had got to meet Fatale (who she still wasn't convinced wasn't related to Raven Darkholme somehow, but she hadn't got the nerve up to ask Rogue or Kurt) before she took off or got handed her walking papers or whatever had happened there. "Well, there's more stuff I don't want in my head," the younger girl was muttering, face set to scowl. She was definitely going to need to grow a thicker skin if she was going to deal with any kind of Pete. ”I don’t bloody believe this,” Wisdom was grumbling right before he did something completely unexpected. He actually surrendered. “Would you please give me back me trousers, Lockheed?” ...Wow. “He actually did it,” Pete said, sounding as blindsided as she felt. Kitty was positive her eyes had gone twice their normal size. "Maybe you should give that a try sometime," she suggested, just before Lockheed - not buying into any of this at all, gave him a firm, "Uh-uh," of denial. "Or not..." Kitty added on as she sighed and shook her head again at her dragon. Yeah, that wasn't nearly as much of a surprise, was it? "Lockheed," she started, deciding the time had come for probably a little intervention. Before the helicarrier ended up on fire one way or another, "come on. Give him the pants back." Her dragon got a more sympathetic look from the younger Kitty, but even she shrugged and agreed with, "You probably should. Nobody wants him running around with no pants. Trust me." For all the good either of them did. Lockheed looked her way, then Wisdom's, then he narrowed his eyes and the older Kitty already knew what was coming. [b["Uh-[/b]uh," the alien dragon insisted, shook Wisdom's pants again for good measure, then dove under the bed, dragging his prize he was determined not to give up in behind him. Tilting her head to look back and up to Pete again, the non-native Kitty shrugged and smiled wryly. She had mentioned Lockheed didn't exactly take orders, right? "I don't think he's impressed," Kitty the younger pointed out, probably unnecessarily. "It might be easier just to get more pants." Yeaaaaah... "That's a lot more complicated than you can imagine," the older girl told her double as Wisdom tried to set the younger girl on fire. But at least he was doing it figuratively, with a glare, instead of literally. So far. Buuut the way his eyes were flaring, she wasn't going to swear that would hold out a lot longer. "Oh, my god, they're just pants," Little Kitty (and no, she was never calling her that out loud. Eve) insisted, glaring right back and Wisdom and throwing up her hands in aggravation as Wisdom pulled himself more or less together. Or at least stopped sparking. "Alright, let's just forget about me trousers for the moment yeah?" he suggested, looking at the rest of them before his eyes darted away again. Kitty tried not to smirk. Really, she did. She just didn't do a very good job of it, or of not looking amused, as she gave Pete's arms a light squeeze. Then there was hissing from somewhere in the room as Chewie decided to join the festivities. "Just help me deal with the cat, okay?" he added along with a beseeching look. "Chewie's important to Jess." Hmmm...yeah, he actually did like her, didn't he? The look she sent her Pete this time as she turned her head again briefly was a speculative one. Interesting. "She's taken a lot of hard hits lately. Wouldn't be right for her to have to worry about this, too." Yeah, Pete was thinking along the same lines she was, wasn't he? She knew that look. And, alright, he did have a point about this Jessica Drew. She'd lost her best friend, she'd lost Peter Parker, she shouldn't have to lose her evil, inherited cat, too. "Right," Kitty agreed, giving Pete's hands another squeeze as she turned back to Wisdom with a jerk of her head. "Everybody in the room." Then, she turned to Pete. "If we're going to wrangle dragons and crazed felines, I'd rather not do it up and down the halls of the helicarrier." The least they could do was contain the possible damage. "I'm not-" Kitty the younger was frowning at them, then cutting herself off and frowning around the inside of the room, instead. Like she was considering the merits of that idea, before turning back to the rest of them and grinning slowly. "You know, I kinda just realized. This isn't my room anymore. So I don't think I actually care if it ends up scorched and full've claw marks." Stepping back, the younger girl motioned them in. "So, sure. Let's have at it." With snerk and a grin of her own, Kitty moved out of Pete's arms, took his hand instead, and headed in. You know, maybe she and the other her had more in common than she'd originally thought. |
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| Pete Wisdom | Aug 17 2015, 02:18 PM Post #25 |
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Knows perfectly well what canny means
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Pete couldn't believe what he was hearing. The bloke even said 'please.' Kitty hadn't mentioned that he cracked this easily. Granted, by the poleaxed look on her face, she might not have known herself. "Maybe you should give that a try sometime," Kitty said once she recovered. Blasphemy. "You take that back," the former spy replied, giving his girlfriend a look of mixed scandal and revulsion at the idea. He might have (temporarily) lost his stomach for cigs, but he hadn't lost his mind. Even if he had, she she knew the rat too well to actually think that was going to work, didn't she? "Uh-uh," the rat promptly replied, proving Pete's point before he needed to actually make it. "Or not..." Both Kittys must have taken pity on Pete’s double (as opposed to seeing what else they could lead him down the garden path into doing). Their attempts to get the rat to surrender its prize didn’t get them any further than Wisdom himself had gone. "Uh-uh," it insisted, thrashing the pants about before abandoning the younger Kitty’s shoulders and vanishing under the bed. Pete would grant the little toerag wasn’t stupid, and it had to know arguing with Kitty would end with her phasing the pants out of his mouth whether he liked it or not if he stayed within arms’ reach. Kitty leaned her head back, her soft brown eyes lifting toward Pete as she gave him a little ‘what can you do?’ sort of grin. “Cheeky as ever,” Pete said, smirking in return and gently squeezing Kitty a little closer. Honestly, this was no less than any of them should have expected. "I don't think he's impressed," the other Kitty said to the scratched up and shredded man in front of her and making a bit of a show of avoiding looking their way. "It might be easier just to get more pants." Not as much as she might expect. "That's a lot more complicated than you can imagine," Kitty told her counterpart while Pete turned an eye toward his own double. The bloke looked like he was on the razor’s edge of his absolute limit. Pete knew that signature crackle of electric flame around the eyes all too well. "Oh, my god, they're just pants," the teenage girl said, close to losing her composure as well. She flung her arms into the air and glared at the man as if daring him to set one foot toward the bed Lockheed was hiding under. True to form, the bloke did manage to pull his temper back. Unless it was something truly heinous, Pete didn’t usually stay angry long. Especially when confronted with someone who could stand up to it. "Alright, let's just forget about me trousers for the moment yeah?" he told them, looking their way before shifting his attention elsewhere like his eyes were burning. Pete managed not to chuckle at that. He wasn’t alone. He cocked his head slightly to the side and looked down at Kitty to get a better look at her smirking face. She squeezed his arm and he gave her another light squeeze of his own. Somewhere in the room the sound of a very annoyed hissing cat announced this ‘Chewie’ wasn’t in the mood to be left out. "Just help me deal with the cat, okay?" the ragged former spy continued imploringly. "Chewie's important to Jess." So it was Jess, now. And he did sound genuinely concerned. In a way that hinted at more than general compassion. Hmmm. For all his talk and goings-on, Pete had a feeling Drew was more than just another notch on the bloke’s bedpost. Wisdom himself might not realize it, but he wasn’t fooling Pete. Or Kitty, for that matter, who looked up at the dark haired man with eyes that were clear evidence of the wheels turning behind them. Pete gave her a knowing look, much to the apparent confusion and irritation of his double. "She's taken a lot of hard hits lately. Wouldn't be right for her to have to worry about this, too." Hmm, yeah. Things had been hard all around, but from what Pete had seen Drew did seem to be in a particular rough spot. Another squeeze from Kitty then as she said, "Right," and looked at Wisdom with a jerk of her head. "Everybody in the room." she turned back to Pete and added, "If we're going to wrangle dragons and crazed felines, I'd rather not do it up and down the halls of the helicarrier." “Too right,” Pete agreed. “That sounds too much like exercise for me liking.” Something was bothering the younger Kitty, though. "I'm not-" she started to say before falling silent and glancing about the room with a speculative expression. When she finally turned their way again, there was a slow grin on her face. "You know, I kinda just realized. This isn't my room anymore. So I don't think I actually care if it ends up scorched and full've claw marks." Stepping back, the younger girl motioned them in. "So, sure. Let's have at it." Pete smiled approvingly at her. “Brilliant,” he said. Now she was starting to sound a little more like a proper Kitty. He wasn’t exactly feeling charitable toward Drake himself, so if it came to trashing the room, he didn’t expect it would keep him up at night either. Loosening his arms for Kitty so she could slip out, he clasped her hand with his and followed her inside. “If this were a horror show, Chewie’d be on the ceiling waiting to drop on someone’s head after we go in,” Pete mused. “Oh, aren’t you a bloody ray of sunshine,” Wisdom replied sourly, before glancing up as if he half expected the cat might actually choose to hide there. “Any tips, seeing as you’ve already had a hand collecting Danvers' cat once?” Pete asked, scanning around the room. Christ, it was a mess at the moment, even by his standards. Finding the thing might be harder than they expect. “Don’t touch it,” Wisdom deadpanned. “Don’t let it touch you, and say cheers to most o’ what you’re wearing.” Well, that sounded like the whole thing ought to be simple enough. “Right,” Pete said, turning his eyes over to the younger Kitty as soon as the door was shut behind them. “It may not be your room anymore,” and he was as glad for that as anyone, “but it used to be, yeah? So, what’s our first move, then?” |
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| Kitty Pryde | Oct 23 2015, 11:06 AM Post #26 |
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Unphased
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How could getting pants be complicated? They were pants, it- Y'know what? Nevermind. She probably was a lot happier actually not knowing. Sigh. Moving on. Glaring at the native Wisdom (since, seriously, this was absolutely all his fault), and taking his (surprisingly sensible) advice and forgetting about the freaking pants, but moving on. Moving on to doing...something with Jessica Drews' crazy, possibly homicidal, inherited cat from Carol Danver. Also, to continuing to ignore the leaning and the arms and whatever other things the other Kitty and Wisdom were doing (did they really have to keep doing that? Really?). Not for Wisdom's sake. Oh no. No. For the sake of Spider-Woman, who she did actually like. "Right," [the interloper]Kitty agreed, and Kitty the younger ignored whatever else she and that Wisdom were doing that would just make her brain hurt more. "Everybody in the room." Then, she turned to Pete. "If we're going to wrangle dragons and crazed felines, I'd rather not do it up and down the halls of the helicarrier." “Too right,” Pete agreed. “That sounds too much like exercise for me liking.” Oh god. There was a little more obligatory eyerolling. "Wow. I'd have never guessed," the teen deadpanned, but- Yeah, round up time. They...wait. They were going to do this in the room? She wasn't sure that was such a great idea... Oh. No. Right. Not her room anymore. The knowledge of that filtered in and, this time, instead of making her feel a little like throwing up and making a run for it, Kitty found something of a grin forming on her face instead. Probably because she was suddenly remembering all the things Bobby had said to her the last time she'd been in this room. Okay, then. Into the room it was. Most've her stuff was out of here already, anyway. What were a few scorch and claw marks among friends? The older version of herself grinned back and headed in, bringing her boyfriend along in tow. “Brilliant,” said Alter-Wisdom pronounced with a smile and Shadowcat wrinkled her nose at him. Yeah, yeah. He shouldn't get used to her doing things he approved of. Either of him. “If this were a horror show, Chewie’d be on the ceiling waiting to drop on someone’s head after we go in,” non-shredded Wisdom mused, earning him a sour, “Oh, aren’t you a bloody ray of sunshine,” from this dimensions Wisdom. "If this were a real horror movie, it'd drag you under the bed and make you an alien incubator," the teen Kitty countered with a smirk, closing the door again once everyone was in the room. Hmm...should she lock it, too? “Any tips, seeing as you’ve already had a hand collecting Danvers' cat once?” One Pete asked the other as he looked around the room. Man, Bobby really had made a mess in here. “Don’t touch it,” Wisdom deadpanned. “Don’t let it touch you, and say cheers to most o’ what you’re wearing.” Well, that was a horrifying thing to have in her head. Looking over to the other Kitty, the junior one rolled her eyes again. Guys. Sheesh. “Right,” [not-their-Wisdom] said, turning his eyes over her way once she had the door closed. “It may not be your room anymore,” and he was as glad for that as anyone, “but it used to be, yeah? So, what’s our first move, then?” Kitty stared at him. "Don't get set on fire and try not to lose your clothes?" Man, seriously? It was a room, just like 400 or so identical rooms on this giant, flying, hunk of metal. It's not like she had a special room strategy for rounding up dragons and psychotic cats with a suit fetish. "Seriously, I lived here like...four days." But, fine. Whatever. He wanted her to tell them what to do, she could handle that. "You." She pointed to their Wisdom. "Stay in reaching distance, so I can phase you if I have to. You don't have that many more clothes to loose and I don't wanna have to explain to Rogue or Remy why you're naked and on fire." Not to mention, so didn't wanna have to see that. Ever. "Okay, we know Lockheed's under the bed." With the pants. "So let's figure out where the cat is, before we find out the hard way." There was a closet, a couple've open drawers, and at least half a dozen piles of clothes he could be lying in wait under. It was like cat ambush paradise in here. |
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| Wisdom | Oct 26 2015, 04:17 PM Post #27 |
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Bargain Basement Bond
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Pete had already had his fill of chasing Chewie and Lockheed all over the Helicarrier, so into the room it was. That prompted his double to announce his aversion to exercise. Lazy sod. Pete started to roll his eyes but caught himself when he noticed Pryde: the Local Version, doing the same thing. Just because they agreed didn’t mean they had to go expressing it the same way. "Wow. I'd have never guessed," she added, before starting was sounded like the beginnings of an objection which took a left turn into ‘Not My Problem Anymore’ in regards to the room. Claw marks and scorched walls would be the least of their worries if this turned out anything like their raid on Danvers’ place had gone. “If this were a horror show, Chewie’d be on the ceiling waiting to drop on someone’s head after we go in,” the other Wisdom said. Christ. Did he have to putting ideas like that in their heads? Wisdom wouldn’t put it past Chewie to do exactly that sort of thing. "If this were a real horror movie, it'd drag you under the bed and make you an alien incubator," the younger Pryde said as she shut the door behind them. That didn’t sound like any horror movie Wisdom had ever seen, but she seemed to find it amusing. His double then went on to ask if Wisdom had any advice taken from his last experience. That was easy enough, at least. They may have managed to make off with Chewie, but there had been a heavy price in torn clothes and ripped skin to go with it. They might want to find a way to do this without getting within scratching distance of the thing, and even then he wouldn’t call them safe. Did those two really have to hold hands like that? Sure, it wasn’t as bad as the way they’d been leaning into each other a moment before, but they were still looking much too friendly. In the about-to-get-even-friendlier kind of way. The other former spy then went and asked the Pryde who wasn’t his girlfriend what she wanted them to do first. Apparently he figured this being where she used to live meant she should be in charge. She started out by giving him a stare that he’d more than earned before saying, "Don't get set on fire and try not to lose your clothes? Seriously, I lived here like...four days." She had a point, but at the same time, this was no ordinary cat they were trying to round up. Maybe it was just because things had been moving so fast, but somehow it seemed like coordinating SHIELD hadn’t been as difficult or dangerous as this was going to be. "You." she pointed as Wisdom with a renewed decisiveness. "Stay in reaching distance, so I can phase you if I have to. You don't have that many more clothes to loose and I don't wanna have to explain to Rogue or Remy why you're naked and on fire." That would be horrible for her, wouldn’t it? Pete let out a soft laugh. “Ah, you wouldn’t get halfway through it before they’d be laughing too for you t’ finish anyway.” Then, because the advice itself was sensible, and he’d already gotten used to it from working with the other Pryde, he added, “But, yeah, alright.” He moved close enough for her to take hold of him if she needed, but kept it at that. "Okay, we know Lockheed's under the bed. So let's figure out where the cat is, before we find out the hard way." Pete took in the room, which looked like a herd of elephants had tromped through. Piles of clothes lay everywhere. Drawers lay open. The closet door was slightly ajar. The thing could be anywhere in this mess, which was bad even by Pete’s standards. “Almost reminds me of me evil father’s house,” he muttered. It had been some years, but Pete could still visualize it in his head well enough. “Nah,” his double countered. “Not enough dirty dishes and half-eaten pizzas laying about.” Looking over to his girlfriend, he then changed the subject by asking, “How about you and I check in the closet?” “No,” Pete said, perhaps a bit hastily, trying not to picture what those two might get up to as soon as they were out of sight. They were looking for a cat, not playing seven minutes in heaven. “If it’s in there, we can save it for last, yeah?” The four of them together would make it harder for the Chewie to escape, for one. For now he was going to assume it wasn’t in there, though. And out of the corner of his eye, he did catch a slight movement near, or under, one of the piles. He turned his head in that direction and paused, listening for any tell-tale growls. If he was right, and it was hiding in that pile, they could move on to the hard part. Something told him that even the easy part wasn’t going to be quite that easy, however. |
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