.04 Scars are just places where I used to bleed

[touchofrogue]

Who: Rogue
Broadcast: Text
Action: A corner table in Varrick’s bar on the Iskaulit
When: January 17th

[Around 10 this morning as time is measured, this text goes live across the network, the numbers set to anonymous:]

**Wanted** Pilot with a pilot augment willing to risk a little trouble. If interested, interviews will be held at the Space Bar from approximately 3-6 today. Compensation for time and trouble to be negotiated.


Action
[Rogue sits with her back to the wall with a decent view of the door. She’d asked the bartender to inform anyone who came in and inquired about interviews to point them in her direction, and Nami had graciously agreed. This had been in her mind to determine for a while, but Loki's disappearance had just given her the proper motivation to try it. There is a determined set to her shoulders even as she tries to relax and nurse her drink. This would be what her friends would call reckless if they were feeling kind about things, which would be why she didn't plan on telling them.

...Ugh, waiting for interviews was not the best. Maybe she should have brought a book. She pages absently through her communicator instead.]

Comments

[enshields]

[Well, he has the good graces to look faintly abashed. He forgets, sometimes, that who he is and what he's done belongs not only to him but to the world. He'd never trade anonymity for all the good he's accomplished, but damned if he doesn't think about it sometimes. His breath hitches faintly on the inhale, he holds it. Lets it out after a moment.]

Ah.

[He rubs his thumb across the bone of his brow.]

Well, I'm-- sorry to have let you down.

[He's not the man in the history books, that sanitized and practically canonized him all at once. But he feels a spasm of guilt for not being what a little girl might've imagined. Hard thing to reconcile.]

Was it-- was I out of the ice by then?

[touchofrogue]

[Okay, sorry, your question is a good one but Rogue chooses to address something else. Her eyebrows raise a dangerous, skeptical angle as she regards him quietly for a moment. 'Sorry to have let you down?' Did she say anything about letting her down, excuse you, is this blatant 'compliment me for I am down' manipulation, she is dating Loki and her mother is Mystique, okay, she does not fall for this--

--oh. No. That's sincere guilt on his face? Her eyebrows relax to 'contemplative'. What... why...?

...Oh.]

Findin' out a hero is made out of flesh an' blood instead of stardust an' moonshine is more encouragin' than discouragin' when the rest of the world has proved ta be less than a fairy tale. Bein' human doesn't disqualify ya from bein' inspirin', though I reckon I can see how that'd make ya uncomfortable. After all, we did just meet.

[A small smile.] So if ya do disappoint me, d'ya want me ta let ya know? I take apologies in chocolate an' flowers.

[enshields]

[That gets a smile. Faint, but genuine.]

I'll stock up on both, then.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue raises her glass to him.]

Always nice ta meet a man who comes prepared.