
Colored version of my conbook submission to Califur this year.
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Yeah, nobody ever should have let Charles Xavier anywhere near impressionable teenagers, much less given him a psychology degree.
"Let's see ... Warren, you're handsome, rich, have beautiful white feathered wings, and can soar among the clouds. We'll call you 'Angel'!
"Kurt ... you look like a demon, people have chased you with torches and pitchforks, your most significant mutant power smells like rotten eggs, and you've showed up on my doorstep with all the self-esteem problems. Let's name you after a worm."
"Let's see ... Warren, you're handsome, rich, have beautiful white feathered wings, and can soar among the clouds. We'll call you 'Angel'!
"Kurt ... you look like a demon, people have chased you with torches and pitchforks, your most significant mutant power smells like rotten eggs, and you've showed up on my doorstep with all the self-esteem problems. Let's name you after a worm."
Somehow, considering that Kurt isn't a native English speaker, that makes it worse.
"In the circus, they called me Der Nachtkriecher!"
"Night ... creature?"
Kurt looked thoughtful, as his brain tried to wrap around the new language that had been implanted by the Professor's psychic powers. "Night ... crawler, I think."
Charles called upon his titanic mental discipline to suppress a snicker. "Sure, let's go with that."
"In the circus, they called me Der Nachtkriecher!"
"Night ... creature?"
Kurt looked thoughtful, as his brain tried to wrap around the new language that had been implanted by the Professor's psychic powers. "Night ... crawler, I think."
Charles called upon his titanic mental discipline to suppress a snicker. "Sure, let's go with that."
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