Yvette, Angel and Sooraya - backdated to November 18

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Following a Danger Room training, three extremely muddy X-Men wonder just who they managed to piss off.



"Angel..." Sooraya drawled, her eyes just barely visible in the muddy streaks that covered her face and the syrup dripping from her voice. "Didn't you happen set Dominion on fire a a little while ago?"

"All in the name of justice, my dear Sooraya," Angel said lightly as she picked something slimy out of hair, making a face at it. "All in the name of justice. Why do you ask?"

"Or maybe Mr. Summers? He is still in one piece right?" She looked over her shoulder at Yvette, shooting her a quasi-serious look. "Have you heard anything?"

Yvette blinked, eyes glowing even brighter through the mask of mud covering her face. "About Mr. Summers? No, he is fine, I believe." She peeled off her sodden gloves. "Why?"

"Because this much mud..." Sooraya set about opening up the loose tunic that made up the upper layer of her uniform. "... is someone's revenge..." She declared ominously, though her eyes twinkled a little.

"Oh sure, and it's automatically my fault," Angel griped good-naturedly. "Maybe Yvette accidentally ate Scott's apple, you never know."

"Hey!" Yvette protested, before catching on to the joke. Then she grinned. "Perhaps Sooraya got the sand in his motorcycle engine?"

"I would not dare!" Sooraya exclaimed playfully. "Because then we would not just have had lot of mud, but maybe some velocioraptors or other scary dinosaurs after us. Though even that would not have been good to train with."

"Ugh, dinosaurs," Yvette shuddered theatrically. "Did you not hear the story of the time I was eaten by a T-Rex?" She sat down on one of the benches to struggle with her socks, grimacing as mud ran out of the bottom of her uniform pants. "Although, I think perhaps the inside of the dinosaur was less icky than this."

"I'm not sure if it's a sad comment on our lives that we can say things like 'I was eaten by a dinosaur' or if it's just comical," Angel commented as she pulled the hair tie out of her goopy, red/mud-green locks. "There aren't enough showers in the world for this."

"Want to borrow one of mine next time?" Sooraya unhooked the hood that served as hijab with her uniform, leaving her mud-streaked face as mask against the paler skin and shook her braid free. "I looked a clown like this!"

"I suppose this is one of the times that I am glad for my powers. The mud will not stick in my hair," Yvette reflected, perhaps a little smugly.

That, of course, earned her a glob of mud, thrown at the side of her head. "Oops, sorry Yvette," Angel said with a small smirk. "No harm done though, right? It won't stick."

Sooraya shook her head at her friend. "You are a meanie, Angel... Like we aren't covered by enough mud yet." She quickly dove behind her locker door, Angel seemingly raising her hand threateningly. "Hey!"

"Oh now I would never do that mean-spirited." Angel giggled as she tossed the glob into a nearby trashcan. "Seriously though, we should figure out who wrote that scenario. Obviously revenge is in order."

Yvette poked her tongue out at Angel, but left retaliation at that. She'd deserved the mudball. "The only problem with revenge," she reflected, peeling off her jacket to reveal a damp bodysuit. "Is that then we will get something even worse next Danger Room session. Unless we can talk some of the students into pranking for us?"

"Oh I'm sure we can arrange for that," Angel said thoughtfully as she undertook the task of getting her own uniform off. "Maybe we could offer Billy potatoes in exchange for a prank, he seems quite fond of them."

"He likes making potatoes, not eating them," Yvette pointed out with a grin. "Also, I think I am more afraid of his teacher than I am of Garrison or Scott's revenge for our revenge. Magic is not natural."

"Might be best if we do it ourselves... would look kinda bad if the students got caught in the crossfire.." Sooraya murdered thoughtfully as she fiddled with a zipper that was stuck of the mud. "Though..." She glared at the offending piece of clothing. "... vengeance is definitely in order."

"I mean...are they students if they're graduating in like six months?" Angel asked rhetorically, pulling her boots off with a squelch. "Uuuuuuugh. I feel guilty even getting in the shower like this."

"If we clog up the drain, we can blame Scott or Garrison?" Yvette suggested. "When we call Fre..." Her voice died away and her eyes dimmed. Then she rallied, pasting on a smile that wasn't reflected in her eye glow. "How about after we are clean, we go out for dinner, yes? I think we are deserving it."

"We are totally blaming Dominion or Cyclops." Sooraya growled, still eying the stubborn zipper. "Okay, that's it, I am done." Quickly dissolving in her sand from and making her way to the showers, her clothes dropping on the ground. Poking her head around the corner, she called out: "I say the first one clean gets to pick the restaurant."

"Food!" Angel said happily, running to the shower. Not that she would have minded whatever restaurant Yvette or Sooraya chose. But she wanted food.

Yvette poked her tongue out at her disappearing friends - she still had her wet and muddy bodysuit to peel off. Then, muttering to herself in Albanian, she slit the entire thing open with her razor-sharp finger. After all, what was the point of having self-repairing fabric if you didn't test its limits now and again?