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.04 Scars are just places where I used to bleed

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.]

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[Rogue raked a gloved hand through her hair.

She dropped it back down, picked up her drink, and tossed the whole thing back. Then she pointed a gloved finger at him.] You. When I get back from this thing tomorrow, you an' me, we're gonna have it out. See if that extra juice actually does ya any good.

[...she let her hand drop down as a thought occurred to her, and she stared at him with a dawning horror in her gaze. His touch had been so hot...] ...can ya even touch anyone while you're shieldin' like that?

[She knew him. She knew his habits. There would be plenty on the station who wouldn't say no.]

[Remy's eyebrows shot up with that declaration from her and before he could get a chance to really think about a reply his mouth just said the first thing that came to mind.] No! I ain't fightin' ya! [Not for real at least! Yes, Rogue could handle herself, but he also had never gone all out when training with a friend. There was too great a risk of seriously hurting someone, powers or not.] Ya wanna train, fine, but I ain't usin' m' powers against ya. [Nope, nope, ruling that out right away. Too much of a risk.

Then that question which... caught him equally off guard, but to a different extent. Calming again, Remy ran a hand over the side of his face and into his hair.] I can turn if off as I need to, but well, haven't really had the need to. [That did hurt a little to admit, that unwanted celibacy he had been stuck in. True, he didn't always get 'yes' as an answer all the time back home, it was pretty evenly split at times, but he could normally make up for it with numbers. Luceti had been a different case, and he hadn't taken the chance since arriving at the fleet, more wanting to create friendly bonds than endanger them with one night stands.]

But, I donno. [He couldn't really tell himself what the shield did, how it affected others, and Remy cast a look to her as he paused before asking;] How did it feel?

[Okay, she was not letting that go. Because he was very wrong about that. Practice was exactly the place for him to use his powers, and he wasn't going to find a better opponent than someone who could literally piece herself back together again. He needed to know what he could do in a combat situation, or else he was just going to become unreliable.

But wait, what? She blinked a few times.] ...I don't know. Warm, I guess. It wasn't very long.

[She'd jerked back pretty quickly, after all. All she'd really felt was heat.]

Don't wanna end up burnin' 'nyone, plus sometimes it can get a bit too much. [Holding up a hand as an example, Remy concentrated on moving energy towards his fingertips until there was a 'snap' and spark of energy in the color of his normal charge, it dying away a fraction of a second later.] But 'm forcin' that, don't think it would just happen. [Then again, he hadn't really had a chance to put it into practice...]

It the last thing I wanna do. [Since that was the whole point of why he had the surgery done in the first place, to make sure he didn't harm others accidentally.]

[Rogue frowned at him. How could he have done this to himself willingly? She knew all too well what it was like to worry about hurting others through a touch-- how could he have gone and done this to himself?]

Remy... [She shook her head and then decided to do something drastic, mostly to make a point, but also because this entire conversation, this entire week had just been hell. She reached out for a knife on the table and then realized she really only had one good pair of gloves. Slowly, she started to take a glove off.]

Ya can't just walk around like this an' not know your limits. Ya can't be reliable in a fight not knowin' what ya can or can't do, or how your powers are gonna react when ya get excited. Ya ain't gonna hurt me. [Glove off, she placed her hand flat on the counter, and picked up the knife with the other hand.] Not beyond what I can fix.

[If he doesn't stop her, she's just going to jam the tip of the knife between her bones on her hand to make a point.]

What ya can fix? What ya- [Ok, yeah, no, that was NOT a good sign, his eye darting to the knife as his hand went out to grab it and take it from her if she was about to do what he thought she was going to.] What ya doin'!?

[The blade flashed as it dropped down, pinning her hand to the bar.] Provin' a point.

[Fire raced up her arms, severed nerves and blood clearing her head with a single sense of purpose. Ow, that really hurt.] Even if ya cut me down, ya burn me up, hell, ya catch me in an explosion -- [she wedged the knife free, and called upon Logan's psyche to patch her hand up in front of Remy's eyes.] --I put myself back together again.

[Going on instincts and reactions Remy made a grab for her hand once the knife got embedded in it, moving to put pressure on it to try and slow that bleeding as fast as possible. Yet he was beaten to her pulling the blade free, it only increased his panic as he knew that was the last thing she needed to do, worried about her bleeding out until she started to heal and it clicked in what she was trying to prove.

Trying to prove in an incredible stupid way.] Are ya fuckin' 'nsane?! [It wasn't unusual for Remy to swear, but for the most it was kept to a couple of French words here and there, nothing quite as strong as what just left his mouth. Nor were they normally backed with the type of heat that carried them.] Ya think this was a great way to prove ya point!? [A long string of very colorful French words left his mouth as he tried to calm his pulse back down and recover from the idiotic actions she had just done. It was difficult, his blood pumping too hard now as that shot of adrenaline and cold punch of fear to his gutt was still firmly stuck in his ribs.]

Ya think it 'bout if ya can recover or not? I don't wanna hurt my friend! [And that was it. It wasn't if she could or not, if she could fight him, beat him, or recover from whatever he threw at her. It was the idea of hurting her. Of being able to lash out at her and actually trying to hurt her.

He didn't think he could do that. Not now days.]

[On the plus side, she realized belatedly, the adrenaline rush hadn't made him explode. She shouldn't have done that, true, but she was already stressed about Loki and her plans for tomorrow and this conversation was far from a walk on the beach in the twilight. There was no clarity like the kind pain could bring.

And it hurt in an entirely different way to see how distressed he was, to see what had really been at his core.

She reached out carefully and put her hand on his shoulder.] I ain't gonna just stand still an' let ya slice my hand right through. I'm sorry for the dramatics, didn't mean ta be causin' ya stress.

[She sighed quietly but left her hand on his shoulder.]

[Looking at her for a long moment, Remy eventually let out a held breath, giving a shake of his head before speaking.] We'll see. [It wasn't a no, that was something, right?]

[No, it wasn't a no. She squeezed his shoulder before letting her hand drop. She hesitated, but she'd never held back with Remy before and she wasn't about to start now.]

Look at ya. 'bout ready ta take my head off an' nary a flash of magenta. Ya held together pretty well, that's somethin' worth findin' out, anyway.

[Not part of a plan. She didn't really plan things. But she wasn't blind to secondary benefits either.]

Ain't really the way I wanted to test that out. [Yet Remy couldn't hold onto anger long with her, it wasn't worth it, yet it did take a couple of sips of a fresh drink to let him shake it off, to let his pulse slow again and giving him time to cool off from what just happened.

He did however cast her a sideways look.] Next planet, ok? Somewhere with a lot of space.

[Rogue was a little too numb to actually feel sorry, but she did feel a faint flicker of guilt. Very faint. After all, it wasn't like she'd stabbed him.

She smiled a little at him, pouring water on a napkin to clean up the blood on the counter, on her hand. She gave him a little sideways smile in return to his look.]

It's a deal.

[Remy was able to return it with his own hint of a smile after awhile before his gaze dropped down to the glass in his hands, turning it around and around between his fingers.] Guess I dropped a lot onto ya tonight, hein?

I've had lighter talks. [She admitted, keeping her attention on her cleaning.

She still hadn't figured out how she felt about the whole... Mystique... everything.

Gawd. She swallowed and didn't quite look up at him.]

Promise our next one go back to our normal 'nsults 'nd banter 'nd unspoke 'ya know what, ya actually ain't that bad despite how much I make fun of ya' kinda of thing. Back on common grounds.

'nd if that all fails, can buy ya the highest percentage item they got in this place 'nd make it so ya can't remember any of this.

[Rogue shakes her head.]

Wouldn't work for long.

[She examines her hand and, content that it is now Blood Free, pulls her glove back on.]

Besides, learned a few important things. I'd rather not have ta hear 'em for the first time again.

[Remy's own vision dropped to her hand as she pulled the glove back on.] Didn' know ya had control over other's powers. [What had changed? She didn't have that back in Luceti, or not what he had seen while there.]

Gettin' better every day. Still takes a while ta put 'em back once I drag 'em out, though. [Right now it was the smells; Logan's sense of smell always took the longest to pack back away.]

[Despite all that had just happened, as Remy was still a little shaken up by her display, he managed to smile,] Happy for ya cherie, [Before it wavered a little.] Take it only with other's powers, not ya own. [Because that, that was a little cruel, to be able to control those who weren't her own.]

[Rogue shrugged a little.] Figure controlin' what's goin' on inside my own head is part of my powers. Just not [a glance down at her hands] the touching part.

[Remy's smile grew as he gently moved to nudge his shoulder against hers.] Ya'll get there cherie, I know it. [The smile then turned a little more joking.] Don't know 'nyone more stubborn than ya, 'nd that alone proves to me ya'll get there just from will power alone.

[She wished it was that simple. Rogue smiled and it was like a the edges of a broken stain glass window.] Comin' from you, I reckon that's a compliment.