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driftfleet2015-09-29 10:08 pm
touchofrogue) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-29 10:08 pm
.02 [ Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This ]
Who: Rogue
Broadcast: nope
Action: Planet with optional Vanquish options
When: Planetside, from beginning to end.
A Is for Augmentation
[It’s the middle of the night, and all good children are supposed to be in bed… so then what is Rogue doing, walking around the boarding house with her gloves off and her eyes closed?
Maybe it’s the same thing that has her shrieking awake a few night’s later, one single, panicked cry that she quickly stifles as awareness returns? Unfortunately, this won’t be her last night with nightmares… and unfortunately, sometimes the sleepwalking and the nightmares may come at once…]
B is for Bounty
[...hunting, that is. Rogue wasn’t planning on making a habit of this, it wasn’t really her thing, but if she found a wanted poster for a guy who did something that pissed her off enough, she would go and make it her business to hunt that particular individual down.
Of course, she didn’t really have any idea what she was doing. It just seemed like a thing to try. How do you find a needle in a haystack, and one poorly washed thug really was almost interchangeable. Walking up to someone and asking, ‘Hey, have you seen this guy?’ was probably not the best way of going about it.
In fact, that’s possibly the kind of thing that could get a gal more attention than she was looking for...]
C is for Chisel (and hammer, and stone)
[Rogue wasn’t exactly sure what that quadraped was, but… she has decided to call it a ‘zeorse’ and she is happy to see it. Do not doubt that she will be making friends in the stables and riding off on adventures…
And one of those adventures takes place after a week or so on the planet, and the quiet confirmation that both Tony and Zessica had… gone, Rogue borrows a chisel and hammer from a local She rides out into the wild and finds a cluster of hard red rock, and in the lee of the wind carves three names there: Tony. Zessica. Anja.
She’ll be more withdrawn and quiet than normal when she returns those tools.]
D is for Drunk and Disorderly
[Sometime after this conversation, Rogue will be… upset.
She will be upset enough to go blindly into the night with a powerful need to punch things, though with Kurt there she didn’t feel it was… the best idea, perhaps, to go and start a bar fight even though it would be so. easy.
So she just goes to a bar. And she orders a drink. And if there is a fight she doesn’t have to start but gets to finish, so be it.
So. Be. It.]
E? E is for Everything Else.
[On the Vanquish? Shopping and hoping to make something out of this material? Staring dramatically into the sunset?]
Broadcast: nope
Action: Planet with optional Vanquish options
When: Planetside, from beginning to end.
A Is for Augmentation
[It’s the middle of the night, and all good children are supposed to be in bed… so then what is Rogue doing, walking around the boarding house with her gloves off and her eyes closed?
Maybe it’s the same thing that has her shrieking awake a few night’s later, one single, panicked cry that she quickly stifles as awareness returns? Unfortunately, this won’t be her last night with nightmares… and unfortunately, sometimes the sleepwalking and the nightmares may come at once…]
B is for Bounty
[...hunting, that is. Rogue wasn’t planning on making a habit of this, it wasn’t really her thing, but if she found a wanted poster for a guy who did something that pissed her off enough, she would go and make it her business to hunt that particular individual down.
Of course, she didn’t really have any idea what she was doing. It just seemed like a thing to try. How do you find a needle in a haystack, and one poorly washed thug really was almost interchangeable. Walking up to someone and asking, ‘Hey, have you seen this guy?’ was probably not the best way of going about it.
In fact, that’s possibly the kind of thing that could get a gal more attention than she was looking for...]
C is for Chisel (and hammer, and stone)
[Rogue wasn’t exactly sure what that quadraped was, but… she has decided to call it a ‘zeorse’ and she is happy to see it. Do not doubt that she will be making friends in the stables and riding off on adventures…
And one of those adventures takes place after a week or so on the planet, and the quiet confirmation that both Tony and Zessica had… gone, Rogue borrows a chisel and hammer from a local She rides out into the wild and finds a cluster of hard red rock, and in the lee of the wind carves three names there: Tony. Zessica. Anja.
She’ll be more withdrawn and quiet than normal when she returns those tools.]
D is for Drunk and Disorderly
[Sometime after this conversation, Rogue will be… upset.
She will be upset enough to go blindly into the night with a powerful need to punch things, though with Kurt there she didn’t feel it was… the best idea, perhaps, to go and start a bar fight even though it would be so. easy.
So she just goes to a bar. And she orders a drink. And if there is a fight she doesn’t have to start but gets to finish, so be it.
So. Be. It.]
E? E is for Everything Else.
[On the Vanquish? Shopping and hoping to make something out of this material? Staring dramatically into the sunset?]
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No! [The objection that comes out is a bit different then intended.] I...I don't understand, but I can't just let you do this on your own!
[The remaining enemies do look more energetic now, though... Kurt frantically teleports behind another one to try to knock him out.]
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I don't see why that should be a problem for ya. [Duck, swing kick, uppercut, jab. One opponant down. Grab his gun, use the butt of it like a club on someone else's hand.
And now he was making her angry.]
After all, ya wrote me off, right? [And the man trying to shoot Kurt in the back? He's the one who gets to be the vent for Rogue's anger, brutally bringing the butt of the gun down on his elbow. The bone cracks.] Got nothin' more in common, want nothin' more ta do with me, couldn't care less what I meant when I said it'd been over five years for me--
[Bringing the gun back up to further disable vent for her rage.] --seems a little contradictory, don't it?
[It was funny, odd, really. She'd never been angry with him over his anger toward her before. But then... this was the third time. And she might have been the same person as the one who pushed Mystique off that cliff, and maybe she wasn't sure if she'd be able to do it differently even now, but she was more than that girl. That was not the only thing that defined her. And Kurt had seen that, and now to go back, to be confronted as if that was all that she was...
Well. Rogue had never liked submitting herself to anyone else's definitions of who she was.]
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I... [He stutters as he dances around one man armed only with a club and does his best to trip him up. While he tries his best no to trip over his own words.]
I don't know! I still don't know. [He spits out words as he bamfs by another guy.]
But it's not like I want you gone!
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She had a right to be angry at Mystique. She had a right to be angry now. Anger didn't make her happy, but it was a part of life - a part of grieving, and she... she had some distance from what had happened before. She could see it a little differently. She needed to have that same perspective now.
But first she needed to finish dealing with these creeps, and she did, in icy, focused silence. And when the last one had fallen, Rogue turned to look at Kurt.]
Then you'd better make up your mind fast, Kurt. 'cause places like this, ya don't often get a choice.
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But a lot's changed. And it takes more effort than the fight did for Kurt to meet Rogue's eyes now, with her words. He's at a loss for words. He's still afraid and he doesn't know what to do. Is it right to just give her a chance after what happened?
At least now, his expression looks sadder than angry.]
I'll... [No, that sentence dies quickly. He doesn't know any promises he can make, or any deadlines he can keep to.
There's only one feeling he feels sure of at the moment, and he expresses it.]
...Thank you.
[Bamf. Then a few more increasingly distant bamfs. He's gone off to think about this... or maybe to keep hiding from it for now.]