Genosha Prelude: Pam and TJ
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ax_mainPam runs into TJ in the locker room, and makes an unexpected offer. Even more surprisingly, TJ accepts.
Pam finished adjusting the knife sheath strapped to her upper right thigh, and took a deep breath as she turned to look at herself in the mirror.
She looked good, she decided. Damn good, really - the black X-uniform of unstable molecules (whatever the fuck those were - she'd heard it explained, but her brain always stopped at "indestructable") clung tight to curves that hadn't existed on the skinny fifteen year old she'd been when the Brotherhood had busted her and Alex free of the Right. Her hair was a hell of a lot longer, too, but her only concession to the voice that had whispered she should cut it so no one could grab it had been to french braid it back, which somehow made the gold lightning bolt over her right eye pop even more than it usually did.
It wasn't a bad look. But she wasn't a ninja - all black wasn't her thing. She considered her options, and opened a portal to the locker room where she stored her usual workout clothes. She'd just grab her purple tank top out and head back up before everyone gathered at her room to head out to Asteroid M.
"I'm that bad type, make your girlfriend mad type, might seduce your dad type, I'm the bad guy, duh," TJ singsonged as she came back into the locker room from taking a shower next door, rubbing a towel over her long black hair. She trailed off when she spotted Fatale in uniform, and her eyebrows raised curiously as she dropped the towel from her hair. Another one was loosely wrapped around her body, barely covering her. "What's going on?"
"Got a mission," Pam answered as she grabbed her spandex tank top out of her locker and pulled it over her head. TH wasn't as bad as she'd originally thought, maybe - she'd been cool about costumes and shit back at Halloween, and about makeup suggestions for blue skin - but she wasn't on her recruitment list for the mission. After all, it was Brotherhood business, and Tommy's sister had long since made her opinion of the Brotherhood clear.
"And here I thought you were trying out a new look," TJ replied dryly, lips pursed in amusement. There were very few situations serious enough that snark was out of the question. And so, she repeated, "What's going on?"
Pam smoothed her shirt down and eyed TJ appraisingly. "Totally fucked up country brainwashing mutants and using them as slave labor," she offered. "We're going to go let them know we're not cool with that. Why, you want in?"
"Are you serious?" TJ asked, meaning the offer more than the first part. That wasn't all that surprising, all things considered. But of course she would want in, if it was an actual offer. She was so tired of sitting on her ass. "I don't think Wanda would like that so much."
"Because I'm on Wanda's favorite people list." Pam shrugged, because she knew damn well she wasn't and really didn't care. "Besides, you're family. She'd probably have invited you along with the guys if she didn't figure you hated her. Anyway, she's not in charge, the Boss is, and he told me and Alex he trusted us to recruit for the mission. So."
So Magneto was back, huh? TJ tilted her head to the side, thinking. "You're sure he's himself this time around?" Hey, it bore asking, all things considered.
"Yeah, Jean checked." Because fuck, it was a legit question. From what she'd heard, Lance had been mind controlled or something, too. It was seriously fucked up that it was even a real question, but she couldn't deny that it was. "It's all legit. Pyro and Magik went and checked the place out, and they grabbed her and started doing shit, and he found out all about it getting her out. And then Computer Girl did some checking too," she tacked on as an afterthought.
Magneto was himself, they had first hand testimony, and Tessa had double-checked. TJ couldn't believe she was considering going on a Brotherhood mission, but this sounded right up her alley, and she was dying for something to do. Still, it seemed too good to be true. "I mean, if you're serious, hell yes, let me just get dressed. Where is this asshole country?"
"Down by the Bahamas somewhere?" Pam supplied, rattling off the coordinates as well in case they'd mean anything to the other girl. "It's called Genosha. Can you hurry up with the getting dressed? Because I've got a few other people to collect."
TJ had to laugh at the reveal. Of course. This world's Genosha had been too good to be true and, shit, was she about to help Magneto get his hands on Genosha? Alt-worlds could screw with your mind so much. "Yeah, yeah," she confirmed, turning and running the smaller towel in her damp hair one last time before dumping it. The towel wrapped around her body went next; TJ had no issue with her body, or with nudity. She reached into her locker for underwear. "I need to grab my uniform. Meet you somewhere in ten?"
"My room, upstairs," Pam confirmed as she reopened a portal. "I'll just get everyone to come there." A few portals to appropriate rooms would take care of that, without people wondering why there were so many people wandering around in their uniforms. "Cover up the X though, huh? This isn't an X-Force thing."
"I'll figure something out," TJ said distractedly as she tucked her breasts into a sports bra. It made sense to do it, since this wasn't X-approved, anyway. No big. "I'll see you there."
Pam finished adjusting the knife sheath strapped to her upper right thigh, and took a deep breath as she turned to look at herself in the mirror.
She looked good, she decided. Damn good, really - the black X-uniform of unstable molecules (whatever the fuck those were - she'd heard it explained, but her brain always stopped at "indestructable") clung tight to curves that hadn't existed on the skinny fifteen year old she'd been when the Brotherhood had busted her and Alex free of the Right. Her hair was a hell of a lot longer, too, but her only concession to the voice that had whispered she should cut it so no one could grab it had been to french braid it back, which somehow made the gold lightning bolt over her right eye pop even more than it usually did.
It wasn't a bad look. But she wasn't a ninja - all black wasn't her thing. She considered her options, and opened a portal to the locker room where she stored her usual workout clothes. She'd just grab her purple tank top out and head back up before everyone gathered at her room to head out to Asteroid M.
"I'm that bad type, make your girlfriend mad type, might seduce your dad type, I'm the bad guy, duh," TJ singsonged as she came back into the locker room from taking a shower next door, rubbing a towel over her long black hair. She trailed off when she spotted Fatale in uniform, and her eyebrows raised curiously as she dropped the towel from her hair. Another one was loosely wrapped around her body, barely covering her. "What's going on?"
"Got a mission," Pam answered as she grabbed her spandex tank top out of her locker and pulled it over her head. TH wasn't as bad as she'd originally thought, maybe - she'd been cool about costumes and shit back at Halloween, and about makeup suggestions for blue skin - but she wasn't on her recruitment list for the mission. After all, it was Brotherhood business, and Tommy's sister had long since made her opinion of the Brotherhood clear.
"And here I thought you were trying out a new look," TJ replied dryly, lips pursed in amusement. There were very few situations serious enough that snark was out of the question. And so, she repeated, "What's going on?"
Pam smoothed her shirt down and eyed TJ appraisingly. "Totally fucked up country brainwashing mutants and using them as slave labor," she offered. "We're going to go let them know we're not cool with that. Why, you want in?"
"Are you serious?" TJ asked, meaning the offer more than the first part. That wasn't all that surprising, all things considered. But of course she would want in, if it was an actual offer. She was so tired of sitting on her ass. "I don't think Wanda would like that so much."
"Because I'm on Wanda's favorite people list." Pam shrugged, because she knew damn well she wasn't and really didn't care. "Besides, you're family. She'd probably have invited you along with the guys if she didn't figure you hated her. Anyway, she's not in charge, the Boss is, and he told me and Alex he trusted us to recruit for the mission. So."
So Magneto was back, huh? TJ tilted her head to the side, thinking. "You're sure he's himself this time around?" Hey, it bore asking, all things considered.
"Yeah, Jean checked." Because fuck, it was a legit question. From what she'd heard, Lance had been mind controlled or something, too. It was seriously fucked up that it was even a real question, but she couldn't deny that it was. "It's all legit. Pyro and Magik went and checked the place out, and they grabbed her and started doing shit, and he found out all about it getting her out. And then Computer Girl did some checking too," she tacked on as an afterthought.
Magneto was himself, they had first hand testimony, and Tessa had double-checked. TJ couldn't believe she was considering going on a Brotherhood mission, but this sounded right up her alley, and she was dying for something to do. Still, it seemed too good to be true. "I mean, if you're serious, hell yes, let me just get dressed. Where is this asshole country?"
"Down by the Bahamas somewhere?" Pam supplied, rattling off the coordinates as well in case they'd mean anything to the other girl. "It's called Genosha. Can you hurry up with the getting dressed? Because I've got a few other people to collect."
TJ had to laugh at the reveal. Of course. This world's Genosha had been too good to be true and, shit, was she about to help Magneto get his hands on Genosha? Alt-worlds could screw with your mind so much. "Yeah, yeah," she confirmed, turning and running the smaller towel in her damp hair one last time before dumping it. The towel wrapped around her body went next; TJ had no issue with her body, or with nudity. She reached into her locker for underwear. "I need to grab my uniform. Meet you somewhere in ten?"
"My room, upstairs," Pam confirmed as she reopened a portal. "I'll just get everyone to come there." A few portals to appropriate rooms would take care of that, without people wondering why there were so many people wandering around in their uniforms. "Cover up the X though, huh? This isn't an X-Force thing."
"I'll figure something out," TJ said distractedly as she tucked her breasts into a sports bra. It made sense to do it, since this wasn't X-approved, anyway. No big. "I'll see you there."
