Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters
12:39am
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Well Professor?” Phoebe asked. Professor Xavier lowered his hands from Phoebes head “I thought I suppressed those memories it is to how they have come back which is what I am not sure on” He wheeled over to the window and placed his hands in his lap “How did te feel after the dream?” Phoebe sat up “I felt verbally and visibly bashed da it”.
“Well there is a danger of suppressing memories”
“My memories rip me apart what can I-”
“Remember things from the present”
“I want to forget! I need too, its killing my sense of clear thinking I mean who would choose to be alone, imprisoned da their broken memories?”
“I will set te free Phoebe, Memory is più often a curse than a blessing”
“So te have detto but why can’t I forget?”
“If te forget then Alice will only take te over to get those memories back-“
“I have perfect control over my soul’s even ones as violent as Alice”
“I’m sorry I will try to do what I can”
“Very well Professor, thank te any way” Phoebe detto her calm tone was flickering with sadness and depression. She picked up her leather cartella, satchel style bag and looped it over her shoulder. She walked out of the large study room and down to the entrance.
The corridors of the mansion where richly decorated with art, status and mirrors she passed a few doors now and then.
“Hey Phoebes wait up!” a familiar voice said, she turned to find Kitty Pride jogging up to her. Her old friend was still in her old style as she had always been, Hair tied you, marshmallow, caramella gommosa e molle rosa blouse, jeans and pretty brown sandals. “So did the professor x help?”
“Not really but he detto he will try, where’s Laura and Logan”
“Oh not sure te know Logan, always on the road o something like that”
“And Laura?”
“Outside I think, oh please stay for a little longer everybody misses te so very much”
“As much as I would Amore to I have my own team to look after”.
They both laughed and walked down the stairs of the main entrance. An Aqua blue and white Italian style ciclomotore was stilling outside. Phoebe waved her friend goodbye and slipped her casco on and rowed off back to happy harbour only to be met da più bad news.
12:39am
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Well Professor?” Phoebe asked. Professor Xavier lowered his hands from Phoebes head “I thought I suppressed those memories it is to how they have come back which is what I am not sure on” He wheeled over to the window and placed his hands in his lap “How did te feel after the dream?” Phoebe sat up “I felt verbally and visibly bashed da it”.
“Well there is a danger of suppressing memories”
“My memories rip me apart what can I-”
“Remember things from the present”
“I want to forget! I need too, its killing my sense of clear thinking I mean who would choose to be alone, imprisoned da their broken memories?”
“I will set te free Phoebe, Memory is più often a curse than a blessing”
“So te have detto but why can’t I forget?”
“If te forget then Alice will only take te over to get those memories back-“
“I have perfect control over my soul’s even ones as violent as Alice”
“I’m sorry I will try to do what I can”
“Very well Professor, thank te any way” Phoebe detto her calm tone was flickering with sadness and depression. She picked up her leather cartella, satchel style bag and looped it over her shoulder. She walked out of the large study room and down to the entrance.
The corridors of the mansion where richly decorated with art, status and mirrors she passed a few doors now and then.
“Hey Phoebes wait up!” a familiar voice said, she turned to find Kitty Pride jogging up to her. Her old friend was still in her old style as she had always been, Hair tied you, marshmallow, caramella gommosa e molle rosa blouse, jeans and pretty brown sandals. “So did the professor x help?”
“Not really but he detto he will try, where’s Laura and Logan”
“Oh not sure te know Logan, always on the road o something like that”
“And Laura?”
“Outside I think, oh please stay for a little longer everybody misses te so very much”
“As much as I would Amore to I have my own team to look after”.
They both laughed and walked down the stairs of the main entrance. An Aqua blue and white Italian style ciclomotore was stilling outside. Phoebe waved her friend goodbye and slipped her casco on and rowed off back to happy harbour only to be met da più bad news.
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Here's what I have so far:
Violet, Blaze and Peyton. All fallen villains because of Nudge and the Young Justice team. But when a new powerful villain rises to power, they take their vengeance. A trip to Hell (literally) takes the toll on the Young Justice when someone doesn't come back. But who is it? Trusts are broken, friendships formed, powers come and go, and people dissapear. What will the team become? Will they break apart? o will they bond closer than they've ever been before? Find out in the new story called "Revenge of Abate"
grigio, dun grigio, dun DUN. < My dramatic effect! If te were wondering
Abate: (of something perceived as hostile o negative) Become less intense o widespread.
Cause to become smaller o less intense.
Violet, Blaze and Peyton. All fallen villains because of Nudge and the Young Justice team. But when a new powerful villain rises to power, they take their vengeance. A trip to Hell (literally) takes the toll on the Young Justice when someone doesn't come back. But who is it? Trusts are broken, friendships formed, powers come and go, and people dissapear. What will the team become? Will they break apart? o will they bond closer than they've ever been before? Find out in the new story called "Revenge of Abate"
grigio, dun grigio, dun DUN. < My dramatic effect! If te were wondering
Abate: (of something perceived as hostile o negative) Become less intense o widespread.
Cause to become smaller o less intense.
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