(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✨:・ﾟ✧ i blow stuff up! ✨

As soon as he walked in, Remy ruffled the girl’s hair and dropped a paper bag in front of her. “Hey, petite,” he smiled. “I got ya a lil’ somethin’ down in Louisiana.”

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the mysterious house smelt of tension as m’gann shuffled through its halls. either she was in the wrong place, or something was going on.it was still unknown to the martian as to where she had ended up, hoping it was the mansion like her friends had said. it didn’t take long for the girl to run into other life, the familiar feeling of hesitance to speak out washing over her. “excuse me,” she cleared her throat. “could you tell me where i am?”

"you aren't in kansas anymore, that's for sure!" she laughed, attempting to cheer herself up with her pop culture reference. jubilee sucked in her bottom lip, but still kept up her usually effortless smile --- somehow. "you're in the x-mansion, or --- xavier's crib," mentioning him by name deemed to not be the smartest idea however, and she took a deep inhale of air, exhaling again with pursed lips. "yeah, like --- if ya need anythin', maybe someone else can give you the 411."

the walls of limbo began to quiver around her as a portal opened, as if it knew what she was about to do. illyana didn’t look back, she could hear the voices of limbo collectively whispering the consequences of her actions but she dismissed them with one thought in mind; she’s doing this for her friends and mutant kind. she held her breath as she stepped through, and when all of it melted away she began to feel limbo’s grasp over her begin to loosen. yet she could still feel the faint tug in her head, like a string attacked to her skull. 

the first thing she saw was the mansion and her lips slowly parted in awe. she’d been here before long ago ,perhaps in another timeline and in another reality, but seeing the mansion brought her bittersweet memories of her childhood. those memories are now tainted of course, by the laboriouis and torterous days she’d suffered in limbo but it managed to stir a sliver of nostalgia. her head whipped to the side upon hearing subtle movement and though her eyes could not pierce the dark she still raised her sword defensively. “i’m looking for kitty pryde and the x-men. are they here?”

jubilee couldn't believe her eyes as she bladed down to the courtyard. the blonde stood before her, with her signature blunt bangs and the mutant's smile faltered, she wasn't feeling her usual peppy self as it was. how could she be? the professor was missing --- taken, snatched from his own bed. the mansion had been invaded once more, and it was a piercing reminder to her that nowhere was safe. she wasn't sure what to feel as she spotted the other mutant, but her mind already started to run through what would happen now she's back. the closeness she'd built with kitty would begin to fade --- just like it had in the past, and although she considered kitty her best friend, she knew it wasn't equated. not with illyana around. maybe it would be best to turn around --- before the sorceress noticed her.

too late. the draw of her sword almost resulted in jubilee falling backwards on her wheels, though the mention of kitty --- and the other x-men, helped steady her. "you're lookin' at 'em!" she displayed a grin with a nerve-shaken wave, "well, like --- one of them." she laughed, although a little uneasily as she attempted her usual bubbly temperant. "yana, it's me! don't ya remember?"

it was a sunny beautiful day, a bit warmer than the last few days, but it was nice nonetheless. tim was actually planning on staying in for the day but he reconsidered that option when he ran into jubilee, it had been a while since they’ve last hang out after all. "hey jubes,” tim called over his shoulder. “let’s race down to the main gate. get ready to lose.” he flashed her a grin before heading swiftly down the steps outside the mansion. once at the bottom, he let his skateboard fall onto the ground and hopped on. “oh and whoever loses has to pay for the ice cream.” and with that being said he took off without a warning. 

“I think I could do it, Jubes, I really do!” He feigned a serious expression before letting out a chuckle, taking another sip. “Why don’t you marry me? I’m a catch I promise.”

(i. ii. iii)

a neatly wrapped present is left in the young girls with a small note attached to it, saying: 

“i do not believe we have met, but i do hope you enjoy the present’s and have a wonderful holiday, which ever one you may celebrate. giving you the best of wishes.“ 

- from, t'challa, your secret santa.