Things went a little 'pear shaped' after that. Jean and Scott acted pleased to help Charlotta out, but their thoughts betrayed secrets and lies that Charlotta Xavier could read from a mile away. Also...these two shouldn't be a couple. How did this happen? It was obvious to anyone who knew them that they were like oil and water. Perhaps...la Profesora Charlotta Xavier should help show them they had nothing in common.
An hour later...
"So, like I was sayin', mama..." the red-haired vixen said in her thickly Hispanic accent "...ju can count on me to get'chu to dis place. Chica's gotta watch they's backs."
She was behind the seat of her new car - a cherry red '57 Chevy Bel Air convertable with white leather seats, 'spinner' hub caps, a Catholic Jesus dashboard statuette, bundles of beads that hung from the rearview mirror, and a horn that blared 'La Cucaracha'. She herself now wore her hair long in back, with the classic Chola 'Poof' up top. Her makeup was thick - with brown lipliner around her bright red lips, eyebrows shaved off and redrawn as high, angry archs, bold mascara and contouring. She wore a cutoff white t-shirt with the Virgin Mary, a red and black checked shirt (top button done) and baggy jeans pulled down low and flaunting her panties. Black Converse sneakers finished up her whole 'Chola' look. She lit a cigarette, flaunting her big hoop earrings and long, talon-like nails with the red, white and green Mexican flag designs and the gaudy nail art. She turned towards Scott Summers and offered a cigarette to him.
"Uh, no thanks Jean."
She laughed and snarled something in Spanish to Charlotta he didn't understand. "Hey, vato...ju such a limp, white deek. An' don' be wit dat 'Jean' sheet! Ju call me 'Roja Fenix'! Das my gang name!"
Charlotta was so pleased. No longer a limp, weak little gringa nothing, the former Jean Grey was now 'Red Phoenix' or 'Roja Fenix' - a hard-assed, lesbian Chola with a very 'street' attitude. No longer would she waste her time pining away for Scott Summers, when she could be eating pussy, drinking Tequila, dancing in clubs till dawn. Now...she was interesting.
For her part, 'Roja Fenix' thought of Charlotta Xavier as her most trusted friend and mother figure. It didn't matter if he was really a man in drag, because his spirit was all woman.
Scott sighed and sat back and Roja and Charlotta dropped into Spanish again, cutting him out of the conversation all together. He wondered why he'd never found someone special. Some soft, little bit of fluff. Someone girlish and giggly and pretty and sweet, but maybe with a dash of haughty diva about her...or even him.
***
"Who is this?" asked the voice on the other end of the line. Masmero...had no idea who it was.
"It's Mesmero and Masque. We've had...a strange situation...sort of pop up."
"Oh? Been messing with the powerful, have you? I did warn you this was unstable if you got any 'greater powers' involved. Have you been messing with any Gods or God-like beings? Level 7 Mutants? Cosmic 'Catastrophe Magnets'? You said it would be just a handful of basic Mutants and that was that."
"It was..." Mesmero began...then wondered if he'd made some mistake. "...I mean, Storm, Colossus, Wolverine and such."
"Kitty Pryde, Ilyanna and Professor Xavier?"
That gave him pause. "How...how did you know? I mean, well...yes, but...it seems simple enough, doesn't it?"
"You're both greedy. Kitty Pryde is tied to hundreds of alternate timelines, thanks to all her travels with Excalibur. Ilyanna is the queen of an other worldly 'Hell', and Professor Xavier is a Level 7+ mutant. According to my sources, you've inadvertently roped the 'Phoenix' into this as well? Man...you're both in for a heck of a ride. My suggestion...is to hold on and enjoy it. It might not end badly for you."
Mesmero snarled "Is that all you can say? This is supposed to be a help line!"
The voice laughed. "It is. I have helped. My suggestion is...hold on and enjoy the ride."
Then...the line went dead.
"Is something wrong, my darling wife?" asked Peter Rasputin.
Masque sighed, then smiled. "No, honey...lets go and have some fun. Things could get a little rough in a bit."
Mesmero watched as his sexy partner went back to her trailer. Shit...he had to think of a way around this chaos. It was all starting to seem like too much. He'd need allies to handle what might be coming.
Thank goodness he had Mink and his harem to call on if need be. And soon Professor X should be here. Maybe he could grab ahold of this nonsense and wrestle it into shape.
Ilyanna. She was with Karma now, wasn't she? He'd have to see what was up with that...