Fenrisulfr - Recruitment

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Jubilee calls Shiro to "ask" him to come rescue Marie-Ange, Amanda, and Doug from Loki's cult.


"Mr. Tall, dark, and grumpy, the universe has decided that you do not have enough weird shit in your life currently." Jubilee noted as she heard Shiro's cell phone pick up. "Guess who's getting invited to a throw down with weird Asgardian nutjobs?"

"Should I be sitting for this?" Shiro asked darkly as he perched on the couch in the common room of his suite, a mug of water quickly heating in his hand.

"I suppose that's gotta depend, right?" Jubilee noted, frowning at her computer monitor as she pulled up a chat window for Illyana. "Are you the type of guy that screams like a girl and faints at bad news? Cause dude, I want video if you are."

"Get on with it." Steam was soon rising from the mug, so Shiro titled his head to hold his phone between his shoulder and ear, and used his now free hand to put a teabag into the mug. "Is it the Enchantress again?"

"You'd think, wouldn't you? I mean, how many Asgardian nutjobs can you have in a short space of time? But no, nothing quite so nice and singular." Jubilee replied, pausing for a second to type a reply to Illyana. "Those cultist types that attacked you? Looks like they managed to get ahold of Doug, Marie-Ange and Amanda. That means you're drafted. Okay, so it's a little nicer then that, mostly it's just a 'come help us with these weirdoes, please. Illyana says hi, by the way. She wants to know if you've ever dressed up like a girl. Because she saw on Tyra that some men do that, and then sell themselves on the streets. I think you can ignore that though."

Shiro pointedly ignored that last comment. If fire could be transferred through the phones, though, Jubilee's face would be burning. "What were Sefton and those two doing?" he asked. "And as great as my adoration for them is" - sarcasm practically dripped in bucketfuls with that comment - "Why does this involve me? What about LeBeau's death squad?"

Jubilee took the phone off her ear, looked at it for a moment, poked her tongue out in a supremely adult gesture and then settled it back on her shoulder as she typed a response to Illyana along the lines of 'Cranky Japanese man is cranky. Answer hazy, out of cheese error.'

"Death squad? Wow, that's a new one. And it concerns you because it concerns Asgard, and these guys are looking for those of us who have been there, it would seem. Simple, no?"

Ah, collaboration. The last time he'd worked with LeBeau, Marie was kidnapped and brainwashed by a megalomaniacal Chinese sorcerer. Shiro had little doubt that a similar outcome here was inevitable. On the other hand, it would offer a chance to relieve some pent up frustration on these Asgardian nuts. "Fine. Where are they and when are we going?"

"Norway...and before you say anything, Doug's already made the Snoreway joke. Not that you would joke, you know, being you. But, if you were thinking of it, don't. As to when, as soon as you can get yourself to the airport." Jubilee replied, leaning back in her chair. "You might want to tell Paige as well, I figure she'd want to know. Oh, and Angelo."

"If she can pull Starsmore out of her, she might be interested," Shiro muttered rather nastily. "I will tell them and be there soon." He flipped his phone shut without so much as a goodbye, eyed his tea, and sighed. Another day, another cult.