Marvel, Rebirth:

IC: Ashley

"No it's not that exactly, it's just really hard to get a hold of them. They're Amish."

IC: Aella

I realised that my previous question about the stuff I'd seen on the television had been diverted by this new predicament. But right now, a new question had arisen.

"Where do you go to...shop?" This shopping must of been where people got things they needed, I guessed.

IC:

Dallas Green jerked his head up so fast that his neck audibly cracked.

"Bull--."

-Tyler

IC:

"I know what this is," Trinity said, frowning for possibly the second time in her existence as she tapped her shoulder, "I know that Tera does not like it. Aella does not like it. I know that this-"

She tugged on the jumpsuit, before tapping her shoulder again.

"Has this on it. I do not want to have it."

IC: Ashley

Ashley was quick to look back at Dallas with widened eyes.

"Did I forget to mention that?"

IC:

Not expecting Dallas to speak up so suddenly, I had to stifle a rather girly shriek.

"Don't startle me like that. I might literally jump out of my skin."

iC: Lynae

The vampire looked at him before she nodded. She was curious as to what the text withheld and was eager to discover the reason for the sudden visit to his quarters. Perhaps it has something to do with the conversation from yesterday.

IC: Mikhail

"My neighbour would most likely lend you her clothing."

IC:

The first thing that crossed Warren Worthington's mind was, How do you not bury someone properly? It's cut and dry.

The second thing that crossed Warren Worthington's mind was, Daken?

The third thing that crossed Warren Worthington's mind was, Matt Summers is dead? Alex and Lorna's kid?

The fourth thing that crossed Warren Worthington's mind was, Okay, no. Seriously. How do you screw up a burial? Did you stuff him in a tree or something? Most of the X-Men he'd known didn't have any sort of problem with something as simple as digging a hole in the ground and burying someone. But then again,most of the X-Men I knew opted for cheap cremation when they died. That thought put a little smirk on his face, but he could have kept it together. He nearly did. Until...

Betsy picked up on Warren and enough to laugh a tiny, tiny bit.

He put his hand over his mouth. Christine looked from one to the other. "I'm sorry," he said, voice tight from trying to burst. "We're not laughing at your dead friend or anything, honest. I said something funny. In my head. Accidentally."

Betsy, stop! You're not helping!

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

The Blackbird stopped in midair as it began to descend downwards into the hanger deep with the mansion. When the jet finally landed an automated voice announced it was safe to exit.

"Alright! Let's go!" Ashley was already heading for the ramp as it opened to let the passengers off.

IC:

As I followed Ashley out of the plane, my head just started to hurt from hitting it on the wall. "Are your parents really Amish?" Somehow I found that hard to believe.

IC: Ashley

"Yeah, it's the biggest reason they sent me to the institute. The Amish um...well they get freaked out by things like mutants and stuff. My parents didn't think it was safe for me to stay with them so that's why they brought me here."

IC:

"Yeah, you know, I'm questioning this too. We've been dating for sixteen months. How did this never pop up before? I thought all Amish people had beards to their waist. Where's your Dumbledore beard?"

Dallas squeezed Ashley's jaw.

-Tyler

IC:

"I didn't think Amish people had phones. You said that they call you on your birthday."

IC: Ashley

Ashley giggled. "I don't know, I don't really think about it too much."

"And maybe beards don't come in green?"

"I didn't think Amish people had phones. You said that they call you on your birthday." Sierra pointed out.

"They travel to the nearest piece of civilization and use a payphone, plus they send me letters."

IC:

"Do you know how to churn butter?"

-Tyler

IC:

"Then why is it so hard to find them? If they're writing to you, you obviously know their address."

IC: Ashley

"Dallas I came to the institute when I was six! Of course I know how to churn butter!" Ashley exclaimed.

"Well they moved and they haven't written back since. I'm not sure why." Ashley frowned.

IC:

"And you aren't worried about that?" It was hard to keep the exasperation out of my voice.

IC:

...

"I really love you."

IC:

"Awww, don't be like that, partner," Dom Lord said affectionately, ruffling the hair under the rhinestones that made up her hat. "I'm sure the furniture has many constructive things to teach you if you listen right."

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

Ashley proceeded to hug Dallas. "Yeeeeeee!" As she was still hugging her boyfriend she glanced at Sierra. "A little, but it's not too unusual for the letters to be months apart, they probably just haven't been able to send one yet."

IC: Shiloh

"You try listening to a table and a couple of chairs talk about what kind of sandpaper they like the best."

IC:

"Okay... but it wouldn't hurt to visit them in person every once in a while."

IC:

"Well, I mean..." Dallas eked out, as most of his breath was pushed out of him by Ashley's hug. "If we track them down and visit them, will it turn me Amish, too?"

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

"It's not contagious silly, I mean we're mutants so it should be fine." Ashley reasoned. "Though yeah, I would like to visit them, I've never had a chance before. I was either too young to protect myself from witch hunters, or there was some crisis going on."

"We just need to figure out where exactly in Kansas they are..."

IC:

"Google Earth?"

IC:

"Whoa-hoaaaaaa, hold up!" Dallas protested, backing away with his hands up. "Hold the phone. There is definitely not a significant Amish population in Kansas, so your parents are some sort of totally new inter-dimensional tandem that broke their way through to this world. I'm out."

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

"But Dallas! I need your help!" Her eyes got wide.

IC:

"Nuh uh. No way. I've heard the stories of what happens to people in Kansas."

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

"I...I guess I'll never see my parents again..." Ashley whimpered.

IC:

"You should be glad it's her parents we're looking for, Dallas. My Mom lives in Las Vegas."

IC:

"W-what? I never said that!"

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

"Then we'll go to Kansas? If we stick together I'm sure it will be perfectly safe. The lynch mobs only come out at dark so we'll only travel in the light."

IC:

...

...
"I changed my mind. I hate you. Fine. We'll go to Kansas," Dal pouted.

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

Ashley went up to Dallas and gave him a tighter hug than before, followed with a kiss on his cheek. "I love you Dallas."

IC:

"If you guys are going to act like that the entire time, I'm not coming."

IC:

 

The first thing that crossed Warren Worthington's mind was, How do you not bury someone properly? It's cut and dry.

 

The second thing that crossed Warren Worthington's mind was, Daken?

 

The third thing that crossed Warren Worthington's mind was, Matt Summers is dead? Alex and Lorna's kid?

 

The fourth thing that crossed Warren Worthington's mind was, Okay, no. Seriously. How do you screw up a burial? Did you stuff him in a tree or something? Most of the X-Men he'd known didn't have any sort of problem with something as simple as digging a hole in the ground and burying someone. But then again,most of the X-Men I knew opted for cheap cremation when they died. That thought put a little smirk on his face, but he could have kept it together. He nearly did. Until...

 

Betsy picked up on Warren and enough to laugh a tiny, tiny bit.

 

He put his hand over his mouth. Christine looked from one to the other. "I'm sorry," he said, voice tight from trying to burst. "We're not laughing at your dead friend or anything, honest. I said something funny. In my head. Accidentally."

 

Betsy, stop! You're not helping!

 

-Tyler

IC:

Christine put her hand on her hip, she didn't look at all amused. "That's all you can do is laugh? No guidence, or anything?"

"John had some kid make Matt a glass coffin and then he buried him in it only a few feet under the ground. I don't know about you, but that doesn't sound right to me." she said in a no nonsense tone.

IC:

"A glass coffin?" Warren asked, even as Betsy put her head onto his shoulder and muffled her laughs. "How does...did he think...don't. I'll get out there with some of the teachers and work on it. Do some actual burial work. A real funeral. Where is John?"

NPC:

One particularly laconic Archangel, emboldened by the sight of real government credentials on someone trying to flag them down, gently touched down on the ground in front of Jennifer McCoy and Marauder. People had been attempting it for hours, but it wasn't the job of the Archangels to sit and answer the questions of random passer-by.

Unless they were government agents too. In which case...

"Ma'am. Sir."

-Tyler

IC: Ashley

"Don't worry Sierra, we'll restrain ourselves just for you! If you're that worried about cooties."

IC:

Christine shrugged her shoulders. "No idea, last time I saw he was outside in the rain. He's probably still around. I guess Daken captured him when he disappeared last... but thank you Warren." she nodded, happy that Matt would be buried right.

IC:

Jennifer smiled at the Archangel as he landed near her. "Sorry to bug you, I'm sure you are very busy." she started.

"I'm Jennifer McCoy, scientist and SHIELD agent and I'm quite interested in the Archangels. Is there any information you can give me on your capabilities? The process that turned you into.. well this." she said as she waved a hand at the blue winged man. She had to admit the Archangel was a bit dashing, and it wasn't everyday she met someone else that was blue.

In fact Jennifer blushed a bit which caused her skin to turn bright blue for an instant and her eyes yellow before she returned to normal, not even aware that she'd changed.

IC:

"As if. Physical contact just so happens to make me jumpy."

IC: Ashley

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh right, that mirror-touch thing. I forgot about that."