"You know, Professor, I do have other things to do than ferry you around the ga
laxy," Blink said, her voice tinged with an unmistakable sprig of irritation.
"Oh really? Like making goo-goo eyes at that Sabertooth from the Age of Apocalypse planet?"
I could see her recoil. "W-what?"
Perhaps I went too far. "Sorry. I didn't mean that. I suppose I'm still on edge from all the excitement of the last few weeks."
"You're date didn't go well, huh?" she asked in an almost gloating way.
"Actually I had a wonderful time with Erifia. At least when crazed homicidal bounty hunters weren't shooting missiles at us."
"You mean there's a price on your head?" Now I saw dollar signs lighting up in her eyes.
The thing about Blink is, she's not from our world. She's a mutant from a parallel Earth. Her counterpart here on our planet died awhile ago. While she does seem to be an ally, there is also something rather . . practical about her. I could feel the wheels turning her mind.
"You aren't thinking of collecting, are you?" I asked, half joking.
"You're the telepath. You tell me."
We both smiled at each other in that plasticky way that people who don't quite trust each other do. If I told her who had put the bounty there is definitely a chance, say 10%, that she would have teleported us right there, instead of back to the school. 20%.
As it is, we arrived safe and sound back in Westchester. The rest of her Exiles team was down in the dining hall enjoying a hot meal. I must say, everything seemed very peaceful and quiet. Just the way I like it.
laxy," Blink said, her voice tinged with an unmistakable sprig of irritation."Oh really? Like making goo-goo eyes at that Sabertooth from the Age of Apocalypse planet?"
I could see her recoil. "W-what?"
Perhaps I went too far. "Sorry. I didn't mean that. I suppose I'm still on edge from all the excitement of the last few weeks."
"You're date didn't go well, huh?" she asked in an almost gloating way.
"Actually I had a wonderful time with Erifia. At least when crazed homicidal bounty hunters weren't shooting missiles at us."
"You mean there's a price on your head?" Now I saw dollar signs lighting up in her eyes.
The thing about Blink is, she's not from our world. She's a mutant from a parallel Earth. Her counterpart here on our planet died awhile ago. While she does seem to be an ally, there is also something rather . . practical about her. I could feel the wheels turning her mind.
"You aren't thinking of collecting, are you?" I asked, half joking.
"You're the telepath. You tell me."
We both smiled at each other in that plasticky way that people who don't quite trust each other do. If I told her who had put the bounty there is definitely a chance, say 10%, that she would have teleported us right there, instead of back to the school. 20%.
As it is, we arrived safe and sound back in Westchester. The rest of her Exiles team was down in the dining hall enjoying a hot meal. I must say, everything seemed very peaceful and quiet. Just the way I like it.
posted by Professor Xavier at 2:10 PM
links to this post
6 Comments:
Oh, Xavier. You know it never stays that quiet around you for long. Don't let your guard down.
If you see a till in their thoughts, start to worry.
You like things peaceful and quiet? You seem to be in the wrong business.
I'd have collected, if I was Blink.
professor; What are you looking for in a woman, anyway?
Superhuman powers? That Figures!
You seem a tad bit selfish to me.
You come around whenever YOU feel like it. & You claim to be able to read our minds. You are the quintessential male chauvinist.
Well I'd hate to break any stereotypes.
And I'll have to remember that Inferna, in case we ever go out.
Post a Comment
<< Home