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Post by rouge on Aug 11, 2010 14:42:03 GMT -5
Rogue rushed after her mother, leaving her mundane activity of shopping behind in order to catch her. Part of her knew that Mystique was aware of the fact that she was her daughter, but she still wondered why she was running when for the first time, all she wanted to do was talk. Finally, for the first time, Mystique made a stupid move, running into a dead end with no way out
“Why’re you runnin’?” Rogue demanded once she came to a stop, being careful to not allow her mother to pass. The questions that Rogue had were only partially answered, and she wouldn’t rest until she knew everything concerning both her and her brothers. “I just wanna talk to you. That can’t be too much to ask.”
Mystique snarled at the brick wall before her and turned to see her daughter had not given up on her advances. How she had been able to see through her disguise, Mystique did not know. All she knew was that whatever Rogue wanted her to face and speak of, she would not do it willingly.
“I can imagine that you want to know about your origins and that of your brothers.” she snarled, getting rid of her disguise, which had been a willowy brunette teenager. You already know more than enough so let’s leave it at that.”
Rogue glared at her mother. “You’re my mother! You really can’t be so heartless!”
Mystique merely smiled. “Oh, but I can.”
The first to advance was Rogue, leaping the distance between her and Mystique and tackling her onto the ground. Naturally, Mystique didn’t take this well. She folded her feet between her and Rogue before fiercely pushing her off, sending her daughter sailing into a dumpster.
”I don’t want to fight you, Marie.”
Rogue took off one of her gloves and was once again back on top of Mystique, this time her bare skin against her face, slowly sucking her energy and power away. “It’s too late for that.”
Mystique knew too well that she could not stand Rogue’s touch for long and that with every passing second, Rogue was absorbing information that had been kept secret for years. Finally, in a surge of will power, Mystique tore Rogue away again and slammed her forehead into the pavement.
Rogue swayed onto her feet and ignored the massive gash on her head, which sent blood dripping down one side of her face before she advanced again. Mystique met her first with an elbow in the nose, then a knee in her ribs, and then a fist in the face. Rogue hit the ground. She wanted to get up, but there was no way she could have. She watched helplessly as the blurry blue figure of her mother morphed form and left the scene. Rogue tried to push herself up again, but it was no use. Finally, her vision was veiled in darkness and her consciousness left her.
((Anyone says I'm godmodeling and they're dead because I play both of the characters featured here. Just so everyone knows. ))
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Post by lebeau on Aug 14, 2010 8:53:09 GMT -5
Remy had come to Canada because he had heard that a member of the Elensar sisters was sent here. But when he got there, it looked like he had just missed her, and it made him feel even more let down when he heard it was Freya and not Tari. He was hoping to see Tari again after their fun at the party, which still brought a smirk to his face when he thought of it.
It was getting cold and late, and he was about to turn in when he saw a lady running out from a nearby alleyway. Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked towards the alley to see what had happened. His eyes widened and he gasped when he saw a young girl laying unconscious and beaten at the end of the alley. He quickly ran over to her and turned her onto her back, checking her pulse to make sure she was alright.
"This ain't the place for you to be liein down."
He said softly to the girl, taking his own coat off, bearing the cold as he wrapped it around her. He picked her up and carried her out of the alley, making sure to keep a low profile as he carried her to his apartment. Once he had made it to the apartment, he opened the door and brought her in, kicking off his shoes and laying her on the bed. He removed his coat around her and got her under the blankets.
"You won't be out for long, I recon, so I'll get us something hot to drink when you do."
He put his coat on again and headed out the door. He headed to a nearby restaurant to get some hot drinks and a couple cheeseburgers for the two of them.
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Post by rouge on Aug 14, 2010 13:06:52 GMT -5
A few short moments after Remy left, Rouge slowly began to come around. She wiggled her fingers and toes, making sure that they were all where they had last been. Before she pursued her mother, which turned out to be a bad idea. Dispite the pounding in her head, Rogue raised her had to examine it, surprised when there was no glove upon it.
This automatically made her confused. Had someone who knew her picked her up they would have known all too well to keep her gloves on. She furrowed a brow and slowly sat up, ignoring the maddening pains her stomach due to the ribs her mother badly bruised, if not broken, and pushing the blankets away from her upper body, dispite how much she knew she might need them. She climbed out of the bed and began to wander around the apartment, searching for whom it was that had brought her here.
When she could find no one, she became even more confused. Rogue sighed and managed to trudge toward the bathroom to wash the blood from her fact that had frozen to it. Ordinarily, she would have just left, but living in the south for so long made it impossible to be polite, especially when someone had clearly saved your life. She decided it was best to wait to leave until her rescuer arrived. Besides the massive cut across her forehead, Rogue decided that the outcome of the fight could have been worse.
Suddenly Rogue remembered that she had touched her mother for long enough to absorb some of her power. Rogue began her experiment again and her wound morphed into the unscratched skin that was there before her encounter with Mystique. She forced her new power to fade, leaving her back to the broken Rogue that had been staring at her before. Just as she was leaving the bathroom, after cleaning her mess of course, she heard the door open and out of reflex, she shrunk into the shadows, not realizing until after concealing herself that whoever was coming though the door was most likely whoever it was that lived here. Still, she crept back into the bedroom slowly, being sure to keep a low profile, hoping that she would make it back before the occupant of the apartment did.
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Post by lebeau on Aug 15, 2010 7:45:36 GMT -5
He had to love the food chain of america. Even in this country there was a McDonalds, which made him give a half smile a bit. He walked up to the apartment, a bag of food in one hand and a cup of coffee and a cup of hot chocolate in a tray perfectly balanced on the other. He set the bag down and opened the apartment door, keeping his hat down on his head as the wind started to pick up. He entered the apartment, picking up the bag and kicking off his boots on the way in.
He walked over and set the bag, which had two double cheeseburgers and two fries inside, and the drinks on the stand between the bed. He looked over and saw that the bed he had placed the girl in was empty. He smirked, turning and looking around, though he could tell she was hiding. He looked towards the bathroom, but the door was open and the room was also empty.
"It's alright," he spoke in his usual accent, "you can come out. I'm never one to harm a damsel in distress."
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Post by rouge on Aug 15, 2010 7:56:44 GMT -5
She was surprised to hear a southern accent. It was…refreshing. After all the time she had spent in Xavier’s mansion, she was still somehow the only one who had a southern accent and it made her feel more alone than usual.
Rogue came out of the shadows behind him, silently as could be. It would seem that along with her mother’s powers she had absorbed some of Mystique’s stealth as well. “I bled on your pillow.” she stated suddenly, her accent just as heavy as his, only hers wasn’t quite so Cajun.
Rogue hadn’t been called a damsel in quite some time. She wasn’t sure what to think of it. “Thank you…fer takin’ me outta the snow. Normally I‘m not by myself. Obviously it‘s a practice I should keep to.”
Her eye caught the bag of food and she wondered if it was for her, but she glanced away quickly. He had already done more than enough for her. He didn’t need to get her food too.
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Post by lebeau on Aug 16, 2010 0:01:49 GMT -5
"Go on and eat, dinner for two." he said, "And pay no mind to the pillow, worse things could've happened to it."
He smirked a bit when he saw her eyeing the food. He brushed a few strands of hair from her face so he could see where the cut was. It wasn't anything too big, just needed a little cleaning and it was fine. He walked into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and running some water over it. He came back and waited for the girl to be seated before moving to clean up the cut on her head.
"No problem, cher, but you could tell me how you managed to wind up in a dark alley all by your lonesome."
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Post by rouge on Aug 16, 2010 0:32:05 GMT -5
She shot back when he brushed the hair from her face. She wasn’t afraid of him or anything like that. If he wanted to do her harm he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble to take her out of the snow in the first place. She flinched away for his sake. Anyone that didn’t know Rogue would have taken it as her being jumpy. She was just defensive over other people.
Tediously, she picked up one of the hamburgers and began chewing on it slowly, not wanting to seem like a pig in front of him. She swallowed before answering his question.
“I was just tryin’ to find out some things from my past. As it turns out, my mother wasn’t very willing to just answer my questions.”
She took another bite and swallowed before she finally introduced herself. “I’m Rogue.” She honestly hoped that she wouldn’t get a response like she had from ogan when they first met. ’So what kind of a name is Rogue?’ ‘I dunno. What kind of a name is Wolverine?’ she couldn’t help but smirk at the memory. Back then she would have never imagined how close she and Logan became.
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Post by lebeau on Aug 16, 2010 11:35:50 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt ya."
He said, gently taking the cloth and wiping the cut that was on her head. It healed up nicely, considering where she was when he found her. When he was done, he sat on the bed across from her, reaching in and picking out his own burger. He unwrapped it and took a bite, chewing as she explained what she was doing.
"Now that's a coincidence. You're here to find your past, I'm here helpin someone else find theirs." he smirked.
When she introduced herself as Rogue, he took a closer look at her. Of course! How could he have missed it? Sure her hair was blonde now, but if any were to look closely they could always find that tell tale line of white going down the right side. His smirk turned into a half smile.
"So you're Rogue." he gave a short laugh, "Logan's told me about you, real name's Marie right? Name's Remy, but folks call me Gambit."
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Post by rouge on Aug 16, 2010 12:16:03 GMT -5
“I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of hurtin’ you.”
She was still reluctant to let him touch her, but with the cloth between their skin, she allowed him to wipe the cut clean, even though she had already. For some reason, she found him very attractive and for a moment, she didn’t know why she was allowing herself to have these thoughts, but then she realized that she had taken on one of her mother’s less desirable traits.
Rogue shrugged, wincing when she bit into a pickle. She dissected the burger and dug the pickles out before putting the pieces back together. “I already know a lot that she wasn’t willin’ to tell me, but…I just need closure. I never thought that when I’d find where I came from I would loath the woman so much.”
When Remy stated that he know of her, she choked on the hamburger that was in her mouth. He knew about her because of Logan? What was her dear friend spreading about her, she wondered.
“You know about me?” she sounded more confused than anything. “Well good. Then you’ll understand why I don’t want to touch you…and why I want my gloves back.” She glanced at his hand then her own. “I’d shake your hand if it wouldn’t kill ya.
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Post by lebeau on Aug 18, 2010 17:37:51 GMT -5
"So who is this woman you loath so much?"
He continued dabbing around the cut on her head, making sure not to touch her skin as he was told by both her and Logan. When all was finished, he walked back to the bathroom and let the cloth drop to the floor. He then walked back and sat across from her again. He almost laughed when she choked on her burger, nodding his head at her comments.
"Yes, I was warned by many not to let any skin get near you that's mine. Unfortunately I couldn't find your gloves when I rescued you. Maybe I'll take another gander 'round there after we eat."
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Post by rouge on Aug 18, 2010 19:31:52 GMT -5
"She's my mother. Judging by my ribs and face she isn't all too fond of me either."
Rogue was still nervous as Remy continued to clean her flesh wound. As useful as he power was, she wasn't fond of when it activated on its own. She winced when he applied too much pressure on the cut, but didn't move.
She glanced down at her naked hands and closed her fingers around her palm. She was becoming more and more uncomfortable without them.
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Post by lebeau on Aug 18, 2010 23:19:07 GMT -5
"Sorry about that." he said towards both her mother and the pressure he was adding.
He wasn't too sure how he would feel if he had to face his parents. He was left at an orphanage, so he was just as lost as she was in some respect. When she started closing her hands together, he could see she was becoming both uncomfortable and nervous. He stood up, grabbing his coat and hat and placing them on. He headed for the door and opened it, looking back to her.
"You stay put, hear? I'll be back with those gloves of yours."
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Post by rouge on Aug 18, 2010 23:34:09 GMT -5
Rogue merely shrugged. She had had the life almost sucked out of her by Magneto not that long ago. Being beaten by her mother and having too much pressure applied to a cut wasn’t the worst thing she had ever gone through. Pain didn’t bother her nearly as much as it did before Liberty Island. “I’ve had worse.”
When Remy stood to go and search for her gloves, she tilted her head in confusion.
“As long as you don’t touch me nothing’ ll happen. Or if you have gloves laying around I could just alter them so they fit me and I’ll replace ‘em later.”
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Post by lebeau on Aug 18, 2010 23:47:15 GMT -5
"So have many people." he winked at her, "And I'm afraid I don't have any gloves to offer ya, so you might as well sit tight for a bit.
He smiled and was out the door, walking through the cold weather as he searched for her gloves. He walked back towards the alley where he had found her, coming to the end and seeing two pairs of long black gloves laying nearby. He smiled and picked them up, tucking them into this coat pocket and walking back to the apartment. It took about at least five minutes to do it all and get back to Rogue with her gloves. He opened the door, taking off his hat, boots and jacket, and handing her the gloves she needed.
"Merry Christmas."
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Post by rouge on Aug 19, 2010 0:02:09 GMT -5
She arched a brow at him. She truly knew for a fact that it was useless to argue with a southerner. After all, she was one of them. “Alright, but I’m only letting’ ya go huntin’ for my gloves because I know for a fact that if I don’t there’ll be a pointless debate about what should be done.”
Remy returned more quickly than she had expected. She was experimenting with Mystique’s powers, quickly morphing back into herself when she heard him enter the apartment. She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face when he returned her gloves to her.
“Thanks.” she pulled the right glove onto her hand and up her arm before extending it to him. “Now I can shake your hand. My ma would roll in her grave if she knew that I didn’t shake someone’s hand after meetin’ them.” She knew that the woman who had raised her wasn’t truly her mother, but she was the closest thing she considered to an actual mother. After all, Mystique didn’t deserve to be anyone’s mother. According to Rogue, all Mystique ever did was whore around and give birth to her.
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