Field Experience
Title: Field Experience
Characters: Anole, The Stepford Cuckoos, Emma Frost, memories of one other...
Prompt: "Victor vs. the Stepford Cuckoos"
Notes: For Fullmetal_cute
Alright, thought Victor, I can see them. All I have to do is find a way to get close. He pushed himself tighter to the ceiling, feeling his fingertips naturally grip against the surface. Just got to get close.
We can hear you, Victor. Yes, we're telepaths, remember? All we need to do is search out your thoughts, which, unlike your body, are not so well hidden.
From his perch in on the Danger Room ceiling, he could clearly see the three blond Stepford Cuckoos, back to back, looking just a bit bored. Somewhere in his mind, he thought he caught traces of a snide giggle...or maybe they actually giggled. He couldn't tell. Bite me, he thought back.
How am I going to do this? he thought. Come on. Think. I have an advantage here...somewhere. I just need need to find it.
We can still hear you. In fact, the more you think, the easier it is for us to find you. Oh. There you are. Girls, come look, I've patched into his eyes. Oh my, do we always look so dreadfully disinterested from that angle? From below, Celeste turned his way, waving up at him. "Yoo hoo! Victor! Come down!"
Crap! Victor scrambled across the ceiling, his skin mimicking the light fixtures as he passed.
Come down, Victor. You should know this is over. While Celeste and I are enjoying the view from up there, I'm afraid Mindee gets rather queasy from heights. If you insist on dragging this out, we'll be forced to take a peek in your mind to save ourselves from boredom.
It's not over. There's a way to beat you. I know it. I just haven't found it yet. And stay out of my head! Victor thought back. But even as he thought it, a part of him knew they were right. How could he hope to get near them while they were in his head, seeing through his eyes, and rifling through his thoughts? He could hear them giggling and whispering to one another in the corners of his mind. They knew everything he was going to do. Hell, they probably knew everything he had ever done. If only there was some way to catch them off guard, some way to--
Allow me to make a suggestion, Victor dear...came a familiar voice.
- - -
"Miss Frost! That was unfair!" cried Phoebe as she limped out of the Danger Room.
"You helped him!" added Celeste, a large bruise on her cheek.
"We could feel you talking to him!" Mindee said accusatorily.
"Sour grapes, my dears," grinned Emma, as she inspected her perfectly manicured nails. "I may have advised Victor, it's true, but he was right on the cusp of epiphane. I just gave him a little push. Let this be a lesson to you, girls. As telepaths, separating ourselves from the thoughts of others is paramount. You have to stay above it. Otherwise, you risk getting, how should I say," she turned to Victor, a gleam in her eye. "...Distracted?" Victor coughed and looked away.
"And most importantly, if you are unprepared for what you find--inexperienced, I should say--the psychic experience can be overwhelming. You may even end up lost in it, as if you were there yourselves, as I'm sure you girls now know. Mr. Borkowski merely came up with an experience strong enough to pull you girls in and keep you there while he made his move. And to his credit," a coy smile spreading across her face, "it was a rather brilliant one."
"Uh, thanks Miss Frost..." Victor said sheepishly. He scratched the back of his head with his left arm. Mindee turned around and glared at him, causing Victor to throw his hands up in defense. "I, uh, I just figured that none of you had ever, you know...Well, with you guys having only kissed and stuff. You know, that Kato-Stuff thing Jerome, and Agent Oh. I figured you probably hadn't ever...Uh..." His face suddenly screwed up and he pushed through the Cuckoos and hastily made his way to the locker room. "Look. It worked, okay? I won. So let's drop it, alright?"
"Oh Victor, dear! There's no need to be embarrassed! You performed excellently!" Emma called cheerfully as he stomped away. "A for effort, darling!"
The Cuckoos made a face. "Yes, well thanks to him now we all know what it's like to have that awful, disgusting Julian Keller on top of us panting like a dog and making like a jackhammer. Teenage boys are disgusting."
Victor froze in his tracks, just for a moment, then pushed through the locker door, a slight blush making his face look like Christmas. "Bite me!" he yelled, as the door slammed shut.
Characters: Anole, The Stepford Cuckoos, Emma Frost, memories of one other...
Prompt: "Victor vs. the Stepford Cuckoos"
Notes: For Fullmetal_cute
Alright, thought Victor, I can see them. All I have to do is find a way to get close. He pushed himself tighter to the ceiling, feeling his fingertips naturally grip against the surface. Just got to get close.
We can hear you, Victor. Yes, we're telepaths, remember? All we need to do is search out your thoughts, which, unlike your body, are not so well hidden.
From his perch in on the Danger Room ceiling, he could clearly see the three blond Stepford Cuckoos, back to back, looking just a bit bored. Somewhere in his mind, he thought he caught traces of a snide giggle...or maybe they actually giggled. He couldn't tell. Bite me, he thought back.
How am I going to do this? he thought. Come on. Think. I have an advantage here...somewhere. I just need need to find it.
We can still hear you. In fact, the more you think, the easier it is for us to find you. Oh. There you are. Girls, come look, I've patched into his eyes. Oh my, do we always look so dreadfully disinterested from that angle? From below, Celeste turned his way, waving up at him. "Yoo hoo! Victor! Come down!"
Crap! Victor scrambled across the ceiling, his skin mimicking the light fixtures as he passed.
Come down, Victor. You should know this is over. While Celeste and I are enjoying the view from up there, I'm afraid Mindee gets rather queasy from heights. If you insist on dragging this out, we'll be forced to take a peek in your mind to save ourselves from boredom.
It's not over. There's a way to beat you. I know it. I just haven't found it yet. And stay out of my head! Victor thought back. But even as he thought it, a part of him knew they were right. How could he hope to get near them while they were in his head, seeing through his eyes, and rifling through his thoughts? He could hear them giggling and whispering to one another in the corners of his mind. They knew everything he was going to do. Hell, they probably knew everything he had ever done. If only there was some way to catch them off guard, some way to--
Allow me to make a suggestion, Victor dear...came a familiar voice.
- - -
"Miss Frost! That was unfair!" cried Phoebe as she limped out of the Danger Room.
"You helped him!" added Celeste, a large bruise on her cheek.
"We could feel you talking to him!" Mindee said accusatorily.
"Sour grapes, my dears," grinned Emma, as she inspected her perfectly manicured nails. "I may have advised Victor, it's true, but he was right on the cusp of epiphane. I just gave him a little push. Let this be a lesson to you, girls. As telepaths, separating ourselves from the thoughts of others is paramount. You have to stay above it. Otherwise, you risk getting, how should I say," she turned to Victor, a gleam in her eye. "...Distracted?" Victor coughed and looked away.
"And most importantly, if you are unprepared for what you find--inexperienced, I should say--the psychic experience can be overwhelming. You may even end up lost in it, as if you were there yourselves, as I'm sure you girls now know. Mr. Borkowski merely came up with an experience strong enough to pull you girls in and keep you there while he made his move. And to his credit," a coy smile spreading across her face, "it was a rather brilliant one."
"Uh, thanks Miss Frost..." Victor said sheepishly. He scratched the back of his head with his left arm. Mindee turned around and glared at him, causing Victor to throw his hands up in defense. "I, uh, I just figured that none of you had ever, you know...Well, with you guys having only kissed and stuff. You know, that Kato-Stuff thing Jerome, and Agent Oh. I figured you probably hadn't ever...Uh..." His face suddenly screwed up and he pushed through the Cuckoos and hastily made his way to the locker room. "Look. It worked, okay? I won. So let's drop it, alright?"
"Oh Victor, dear! There's no need to be embarrassed! You performed excellently!" Emma called cheerfully as he stomped away. "A for effort, darling!"
The Cuckoos made a face. "Yes, well thanks to him now we all know what it's like to have that awful, disgusting Julian Keller on top of us panting like a dog and making like a jackhammer. Teenage boys are disgusting."
Victor froze in his tracks, just for a moment, then pushed through the locker door, a slight blush making his face look like Christmas. "Bite me!" he yelled, as the door slammed shut.