manic_intent (manic_intent) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2009-05-18 08:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2009 kinks challenge, author: manic_intent, crossover: ff12/marvel, pairing: archangel/ffamran |
Something like the iMax [FFXII:OGC/Marvel] [Ffamran, Archangel]
Title: Something like the iMax
Author/Artist: manic_intent
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII: OGC/Marvel
Pairing/characters: Ffamran, Archangel and others
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None. No porn, sadly, more of a silly setup post.
Prompt/challenge you're answering: double penetration.
Dark Mirrors AU
X-Men/FFXII Crossover
Something better than the iMax
I
“This is the most vulgar and disgusting thing you’ve ever made me observe, Bunansa.”
“But you admit it?”
“What?”
“That I’m right, of course.”
“Of all the-”
“Now, Worthington,” Ffamran drawled, sidling around the offending tableau in question and seemingly deaf to the remarkable perversion that three flexible men in their prime could get up – ugh – to with a handful of pillows and a tube of… of… something… “You started it.”
“I did… I did not and you know it,” Warren knew that his retort was less than stellar, but there was something hypnotic about watching the impossible alongside with the wreck of the last of one’s innocence. “And the person in the center is not a mutant?”
“Nope.”
“How the h… how in the world did you find this?”
“The Net.”
“Who?”
“Never mind.” Ffamran drew his arm over his eyes in exaggerated dismissal, seating himself delicately beside the grunting tangle of limbs. “So.”
“So… turn it off!”
“You haven’t admitted it.”
“For a sixteen-year-old-”
“Warren, you’re sixteen too-”
“You can be remarkably juvenile. Fine. You’re right. Your translation of whatever the mutant codenamed Wolverine swore when he got shot at by an automatic rifle in our last mission in Rwanda is anatomically possible. Now would you please stop using the Danger Room for this sort of… of thing before we’re caught and expelled?”
“Don’t worry. F.R.A.N. is monitoring all the feeds.” Ffamran tapped at the skin over his temple, looking all too comfortable for a boy with a self-implanted and self-constructed A.I. computer. “Besides, behavioral pattern observation has informed me that Doctor McCoy is only due for maintenance on the Danger Room in ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes?”
“You’ll molt if you don’t learn how to handle stress,” Ffamran smirked, enjoying the situation far too much, in Warren’s opinion, for a (albeit junior student) member of the X-men. “All right, F.R.A.N. Initiate thirty-third cross reality interactive simulation.”
“Bunansa… what are you doing… aah!” Warren took instinctively to the air as the ground disappeared under his feet, replaced by what looked like space. Planets and distant stars spotted a canvas of darkness as far as the eye could see. There was a large silver globed… station… floating far to his right, and all around him, as Warren’s vocabulary failed under the sheer impossible majesty of the seemingly infinite tableau of the universe, there was-
“F.R.A.N., activate simulation.”
“Bunansa… hrrk… god damnit-”
“Sorry about that. Forgot to calibrate for air and temperature.” Ffamran seemed unconcerned, still cross-legged in space, even as some sort of oddly shaped, fragile-seeming planes shot past him, shooting pale beams at each other. Explosions stitched across larger ships to his left, all in an eerie silence. “Space is a vacuum, an absence of sound. Rather unimpressive when you inject a little reality into the situation, admittedly.”
“What is this?”
“Didn’t you…?” Ffamran snapped his head around to stare at him, genuinely surprised, “You mean, you haven’t seen this before?”
“No, and I… and should I even be flying… seriously, Bunansa, you and your pranks, I’m… aah! Are these ships real, as in Danger Room Maximum level real?”
“If I want them to be,” Ffamran said, far too nonchalantly for Warren’s comfort, even as more ships swooped past them, wheeling madly in space, but the scene shifted again, this time to a scroll of impossibly large yellow text that rolled beneath their feet as a belt, deep into a point far in the darkness. Warren flinched as Ffamran clapped him on the shoulder. “Worthington… be prepared for the best movie you’ll have ever seen.”
“Movie? What have you done to the Danger Room?”
“A little bit of interactive story programming, that’s all. Come on, if you don’t enjoy yourself within the hour, I’ll buy you a drink.”
“We’re underage.”
“Fake I.D. Not a problem.”
Warren groaned. “We are so getting expelled.”
II
Approximately fifteen minutes later, Bobby Drake, with a visibly reluctant Nightcrawler, teleported into the pristine white halls of the Deathstar, beside the two other students peering around a corridor.
“ ‘Ran, I can’t believe you left me out of this-”
“Quiet, Bobby, we’re infiltrating the Deathstar,” Ffamran said, in a stage whisper, ignoring how Warren rolled his eyes. “Okay. Ideas.”
“What are we doing?”
“Simulation, Kurt.” Warren rubbed at his eyes. “Bunansa said that if I start to enjoy myself within the hour, I would get a free drink.”
“You’re both underage.”
“Sucker bet,” Bobby muttered, as he followed Ffamran’s gaze. “OK. Let’s roll. Stormtrooper disguise, can you pull that out of your hat, ‘Ran?”
“You mean as those idiotic looking robots?”
“They’re not robots, Warren.”
“I have wings. Kurt has a tail.”
“Why am I participating? Why did I agree to teleport Bobby here?”
“Shhh, ladies. ‘Ran, what happens if we interfere with the storyline?” Bobby asked, visibly unable to hide his excitement, turning his hands over as the white, bulky uniform materialized over their bodies, with some creative modifications in two certain grumbling cases.
“Why am I-”
“Answering both your questions, Bobby, Kurt. New simulation. Data fed into computer last night, twenty million possible outcomes. F.R.A.N. is controlling the input matrix and will select each outcome dynamically as it happens. We’re testing it out. Think of it as part if your education. Next question.” Ffamran put the large helmet on his head, with some awkward difficulty, his voice becoming a flat, digitalized monotone. “Filtration system seems to lack cooling facility… ah, that’s better. Thank you, F.R.A.N.”
“Twenty what?” Warren frowned.
“Took me the better part of this week. Also, I had to link up the computer to a few other power sources-”
“Of your creation-”
“Of my creation. Thank you, Worthington, for completing a perfectly obvious sentence. They’ve been hidden very well and are made of entirely safe alloys this time.”
“We are so expelled.”
“In other words, whatever we do now will affect the story?” Bobby was also fitting the helmet over his head. “Damn, this is really not going to like me when I ice up.”
“Yes Bobby, it will affect the storyline. It’s an interactive simulation, I said. And don’t ice unless you have to.”
“OK. Forget Leia, she’s not my type. Let’s go kill Darth Vader. We need lightsabers. ‘Ran, this is where you usually say, ‘not a problem’.”
“Sadly, this is a simulation that needs a variety of creative difficulty and application. Appropriate disguise is one thing, but providing us with ordinance that we will be unlikely to attain in real life without at least a copyright lawsuit would be-”
“Spoilsport.”
III
Henry “Hank” McCoy was the first to break the silence in the control chamber of the Danger Room.
“There aren’t any noticeably female Stormtroopers in the movie.”
Professor Charles Xavier opened his mouth, closed it again, then smiled, almost imperceptibly and for only a heartbeat, but beside him, Professor Erik Magnus Lehnsherr scowled. Two other teachers were in the chamber, alternatively peering through at the simulation and at the temporarily non-functional terminal, manual override disabled, the simulation currently run, if Hank understood the graphic of the white hare on the console screen correctly, by the student Ffamran’s self-programmed A.I. Basch fon Ronsenburg, eternally good-natured, seemed only amused, but Vossler York Azelas sported as poor a mood as Erik’s.
“God-damned brats must have learned nothing from my classes.”
Ah. A different sort of problem from Erik’s, as well. Hank held up both of his large hands, placating. “Gentlemen, I understand how this may look-”
“How much of the rest of the mansion’s systems has that boy meddled with?” Erik snapped. “Last week it was security. The week before it was surveillance. And now?”
“Magnus-” Xavier began, but Erik continued, bitingly sharp.
“You indulge him too much, Charles. The Bunansa boy belongs to S.H.I.E.L.D. I had my reservations taking him in despite his genius and his gift, reservations which now seem rightfully justified.”
“Ffamran might have come from S.H.I.E.L.D., Magnus, but I can assure you, he has more than proven that he is not of S.H.I.E.L.D., as much as Fury might wish it otherwise. If you recall, the main reason why Ffamran was enrolled into our school was because he executed an almost successful escape attempt from his erstwhile ‘home’ with a self-constructed airship made up of little more than scrap metal. The mansion was a compromise.”
“Nick Fury is his guardian.”
“A fact of life, Magnus, that Ffamran does not enjoy. Nor would you, were you in his shoes, as Fury’s ward,” Xavier said wryly, and Basch chuckled, hastily stifling the sound when Magnus swung an icy stare at the empath. “Fury was a close friend of the late Doctor Cidolfus Bunansa. It was the poor Doctor who chose Fury to be the executor of his estate and guardian of his son, if you recall, not Ffamran.”
“Man must have been as off the bend near the end as they said,” Vossler muttered absently, still watching the simulation with his jaw set in a thin line. “I’m having a word with Scott tomorrow. Ororo, as well.”
“Did anyone look closely at the manner of his death?”
“Professor Lehnsherr-” Hank started, shocked at the insinuation, but Xavier was quicker.
“He may not seem it, but Fury is not that sort of man, Magnus. S.H.I.E.L.D. gained nothing from the Will but a rather intractable young man, and lost their foremost inventor and engineer. Fury holds the Bunansa assets in trust for Ffamran. The terms of the Will are very specific and just as public.” A long pause, then more reluctantly, “Also, I… ah, looked, very briefly.”
“It does appear that way,” Erik conceded, if obviously unconvinced, “Until you factor in how Ffamran’s rather unusual ability makes him a far better weapons engineer than his father could ever be. I very much doubt Doctor Cidolfus could have taken the Danger Room’s middling virtual reality and interactivity capabilities and advanced it to this extent – and all without the rest of us even knowing.”
“He’s a rich brat,” Vossler shrugged, dismissively, “And it shows. Look at Warren. That’s atrocious. Worse than Scott. In a real battle, someone would have cut off his goddamn wings and fed it to him by now. Those robots are terrible.”
“They are in a rather unlikely battle,” Basch said, shifting a little to the side to give Hank room. Below them, robed in what looked like homespun brown and off-white robes, almost all of the younger students (or the ‘brats’, as Vossler would say), had shed their Stormtrooper disguises, and were laughing and shouting as they faced off in against fragile-looking yellow robots in a growing circle of mayhem. Bobby, Ashe, Warren and Jean Grey were even wielding rather improbable, colorful looking swords with what looked like stable laser beams as blades.
“You’re too soft on them, Ronsenburg.”
“I teach History,” Basch said, benevolently. “You teach survival. Hank, I fail to see why you called all of us here. The children are enjoying themselves rather harmlessly. You’ve more or less said so yourself.”
“I just wanted to know if you might know why Ffamran would have gone to all this effort.” Hank frowned. “What? Why are all of you… did I say something odd?”
“You haven’t been young a long time,” Vossler said dryly, turning his attention back to the visual, and this time, Xavier couldn’t hide his smile – even Erik coughed – but it was Basch who patted him, commiserating, on his shoulder.
“Because he could, Hank. Because he could. And because he’s young enough, evidently, to think he knows better.”
Hank’s grimace must have shown, because Vossler smirked, lopsided and not particularly kind. “Welcome to the teaching profession, Doctor.”
-tbc-
[A/N: Firstly, let me start with the fact that there are so many realities and continuities to the X-Men franchise that this was rather easier than expected. Background to this particular AU so far in my head: almost everyone is a mutant at the budding Xavier Institute for Higher Learning (also known as the X-Mansion, which was always a slightly lame sort of name so it is only known as “the mansion” in this reality).
Other than the usual group of mutants – Xavier, Magneto and Beast (Henry McCoy) as teachers; Jean Grey, Storm (Ororo Munroe), Cyclops (Scott Summers), Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner), Iceman (Bobby Drake), Rogue and Gambit as younger students (in this continuity), have inserted FFXII characters:
Basch (teacher) – empath
Vossler (teacher) – sixth sense: preternatural instincts
F.R.A.N. (A.I. computer) – haven’t thought of an abbreviation
Balthier (student) – ability to turn things into permanent power sources
Ashe (student) – invisibility
Vayne (villain… sorry, Vayne) – material acceleration/decay
Gabranth (villain) – impact substitution
Bergan (villain) – probably the usual, super strength
… and so on.
I guess Wolverine had to be in the story (if only because Vossler looks and behaves quite a lot like him… so this should be funny), but am not sure if I will fit Deadpool and Nathan into it.
J Thanks for reading.]