Evolution fic

[wonderlass]

hey what the hellll!
what do y'all think of my crappy lil preview, see your the test group..
i dont wanna bore the rest.
so 'bear w/ me'

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~*WONDERLASS*~

[Jezie]

Huh?

Whats goin' on here? Have I completely lost all sense of topic? Last time I checked, This was an evolution fic and then wonderlass writes something? Little help here people!

First off, wonderlass is it? I haven't greeted you yet so...HI. Now, I have had a hand in writing all kinds of fanfiction, if you want alittle help, mail me
Here: [email protected]
and I'll give you a few pointers and such.

Now, Moonbeam, I'm going to read your story right now!

>Jezie<

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That tail! Those fangs! That fur! I think I'm in love....No, wait, that's a furball.

[This message has been edited by Jezie (edited March 26, 2001).]

[This message has been edited by Jezie (edited March 26, 2001).]

[wonderlass]

er ....
blue flame had kinda wraped it up fo' the moment( though i hear theres more in store ) and i thought that i might put a lil some thing, some thing down of my own ( hopeing she wouldnt be offended, i hope know one else is, id feel bad)
hello jezie, i appriate your offer, first time ive written fan fic , but ill be sure to stop by , yes sir eee.

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[MoonbeamDancer]

Ok, Jezie. Have fun.

[Blueflame]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>?Auf weidersen!? Kurt shouted and waved as Scott drove away to pick up the others. Then lugging his bags he headed to the cafeteria to meet up with the rest of the theatre troupe.

i'm still working on that chapt...but I hit writters block like the fly hits the windsheild...SPLAT!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

(Well I finally scraped myself of the windsheild-now all I need is some free time to write on this.)


He pushed open the doors and sat next to Jacob who was resting his head on the tabletop with his headphones on blaring music, asleep and drooling. Soon Mrs. Wood entered the cafeteria a few seconds later, but this couldn?t be right, for she entered it in normal clothing and like an average person. Could this be?

?Dude, you gotta see zis,? Kurt said as he tried to shake Jacob awake, for little good that did him. ?Jacob, vake up, man Vake already!? Not so much as an eye bat from his companion. ?Vunderbar.? As Kurt tried in vain to wake his slobbering cohort Mrs. Wood looked over the heads and counted the attendance. And started to retell the rules for the buss and for the trip, but it was not like they hadn?t already heard in enough times that they could recite it backwards.


Meanwhile in the office of Principle Darkholme picked up the ringing cell phone from her pocket, from the receiver she heard the voice of Irene the blind woman who predicted paths and possibilities. ?Raven??
?Hello Irene. Have you news for me??
?Yes, I just had a vision.?
?Oh??
? The student you have spoken to me about, the girl, she is about to manifest. She?ll be near you, I believe some where in a city, and I see one of Xavior?s there as well.?
?Hmmm,? Mrs. Darkholme mumbled as she thought, perhaps it was the Theatre class trip, were they not heading to New York City for some sort of convention, perhaps ceremony? ?Do you know in what form they will be??

?No, not this time, not with this one.?
?Wonderful.? Darkholme spat out sarcastically, I am going to spend all of this time and energy to get another, this one had better not be as useless as the frog, she thought.

?Is that all Irene??
?Unfortunately yes.?
?Then we have nothing more to discuss, goodbye.? With that Mrs. Darkholme put down the receiver cutting off what ever else Irene might have said. Soon after the phone silenced Irene Darkhome picked it up and the phone made little bip noises as she dialed in a number. Placing the phone to her ears she than waited impatiently as the phone rang and rang and rang in some room somewhere in upstate New York.

Finally the phone was answered by a man?s sleep weary voice. ?Hello??
?Am I speaking to Steven Caffny??
?Yeah, who is this??
?Raven Darkholme.?
?Who??
?Mystique!?
?Oh yeah, okay, what do you want??
?You are involved with the Pine Ridge School are you not??
?Yes. But what of it??
?Are you familiar with one of the potential brothers by the name of?.


Finally on the bus Kurt plopped his stuff onto his seat. Hallelujah for this bus, it was not the yellow sweat smelling and producing kind, rather a Greyhound bus, comfortable seats, air conditioning, and little TV above every other seat. Hopefully Mrs. Wood brought some movies for this trip so that they could use the little screen, but it was after all a ten-hour trip-so she probably did. A second later the seat bounced as Jacob literally jumped into the seat next to him. ?Dude, cool it! Vas is vith you? One minute your drooling on zhe table zhe next your like some possessed squirrel on pixi-stix.?

?How did you know about the pixi-stix??

?You did zat just to tick off Mrs. Vood, ja??

?Stow it man- here comes the mung bean now.? Just as Jacob spoke Mrs. Wood entered on to the bus toting one of her bags, a lunch sack (which probably had tofu chewies or some other foul thing that she tried to pass off as food), and a book. The two boys put on their best angel face as Mrs. Wood passed by then, and as she did she glanced at them from the corners of her eyes and gave them the ?no funny business you two look.?-And by that that would have been the usual day-to-day expression.

?Dude, pass me a hit? Kurt whispered just as she passed. Jacob then started to sift through the large backpack that he had brought. In the front pocket there was a little plastic baggie filled with tube upon tube of pixi-stix, trying to be so secretive it was obvious Jacob pulled out three of the brightly colored tubes and with a shaky hand passed them to Kurt.

?Be careful, man, this is powerful stuff.? Jacob said as Kurt grabbed them. Kurt tore off the paper tops, tilted his head back, and dumped the powder candy into his mouth just as Mrs. Wood looked in his direction


?All right Raven, I?ll replace the chaperone, and contact you if anything happens. That it?? the man asked Mrs. Darkholme.

?Yes, for now. I believe you should be packing.?

?Yeah, I?m working on it. I?ll get to you if I see anything. Bye.? before Darkholme could interject he had hung up. She frowned. She didn?t want to use this man-he seemed none to bright, but with so few members of the Brother hood in that area she couldn?t afford the luxury of being picky-she only hoped that this thick dunce would not ruin every thing.


Is that better now, hopefuly this has helped to pick up the pace.
BTW No I want offended a'tall infact I want more of yours. gimmie more!

[wonderlass]

yippie kie a!
thats pretty good, blue flame!
pixie-sticks eh?
powerful stuff!


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[Blueflame]

oh never underestimate the power of pixi stix.... its sugar in one of its purest forms-and it goes strait to the system!

Thanks Wonderlass!!...soooooo when do I get to read more of yours (nudge nudge, wink wink...subtle hint no? )

[Slartibartfast]

Well, I transferred your story to Word so I can read it at work. That puppy's 14 pages long! Wowza! I'll read it tomorrow, from what I've skimmed it looks spiffy, Flame! Mmmmm...pixie stix...

Be warned all, my work load has lightened and my fuzzy blue muse has returned. I'm gonna get the rest of that never-ending story of mine up and move on to some new ones by the end of this week!

[BlueElfEars]

Yes! More Slarti-stories! You gave me something good to think about at school today!

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Essence of Elf: "BAMF- Kick it up a notch!"

[Jezie]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by MoonbeamDancer:
Ok, Jezie. Have fun.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>


Huh? Sorry, what do you mean? I've been sleeping!

>Jezie<



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That tail! Those fangs! That fur! I think I'm in love....No, wait, that's a furball.