Xmen REVAMP 14A Working Progress
It was another cabin in the woods, but Stella didn’t seem to mind it. It was just the two of them, a father and daughter vacation that allowed them to not stress about the life in the city and those who did not approve to their… unique gifts. Sabertooth definitely didn’t mind it. He hasn’t been one for living in a suburban area in a long time and the woods were certainly a welcomed relief.
Until, that is, he woke up with a start and a twelve-year-old trying about to gouge his eyes out.
His reaction was almost immediate, grabbing her wrists before her two-pronged metal claws collided with his skull and threw her off. She hit the wall with a loud thud, but that didn’t deter her from charging at him a second time. He once again held her off by her wrists.
“You’re not taking her back there!” She yelled.
“What are you talking about?” He responded, despite the long brown hair and slightly darker skin tone, he coul
Xmen REVAMP 12Not a Good Day Indeed
Kristina was walking down to the ground floor of the Institute. She passed Ororo when she turned the corner where a nearby flight of stairs would have taken her to the main hall and soon the kitchen area. She smiled and waved.
“Oh, hey, I got a new flower for your green house, Ororo.” She informed. “Apparently it’s something rare and oriental, but I know I would definitely kill it.”
“Sounds challenging.” The Weather Witch remarked. “I assume you’ve already dropped off by the garden?”
“Sure did, I think it would look great next to the roses.” She nodded and they parted ways.
She passed by one of the rooms and noticed that Kurt had not gotten out of his bed yet. Pausing by his opened door, she began flickering the light switch on and off to get his attention. She heard mumbling and German and watched as he rolled over, putting a pillow over his head. She laughed with a shake of her head and went
Xmen REVAMP 11Trick Shot
A lazy Saturday morning and Magneto walked down to the dining room. A few of the kids were awake with breakfast, including his son, Pietro, and his little friend Kody. Kitty was there next to them and the trio was surrounded around a laptop with Kody trying to get it working. Charles and a few of the other of the professors were at the end of the table in quiet conversation. He grabbed a mug of coffee and went to sit with the teachers.
“Are you gonna fix this thing or not?” Kitty asked.
Kody clicked away at the buttons, but nothing was changing with the blue screen and list of random code. She huffed. “Not unless we dump the hard drive and start from scratch.”
“But I got, like, import stuff on there, you know?” Kitty informed.
“If I can access the hard drive remotely, I’m pretty sure I can save the important stuff, but there’s probably a lot that needs to be wiped off if you want your computer to work.” She pulled o