driftfleet | [Video] 1st Form

Who: Mystique and open
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Now.

[For any that may be watching the new recruit's arrival they would recognize the instant she became conscious, even if she didn't move from the bed. Her form shifted, a change in coloration, blue skin to tanned Caucasian and fiery red hair to glossy blonde. Despite looking like she was still asleep and resting Mystique was hyper aware something was wrong, trying to identify her surroundings through her other senses as she continued to mimic sleep.

Yet several long minutes later after no attack or sounds of another living being, she rose smoothly and cautiously from the bed, eyes darting around to her new surroundings. Her face was stiff, frozen in a forced calm expression while her mind raced to figure out what the hell was going on. It looked like a facility, similar to the one Scott Summers had trapped her in and left her to be experimented on. A flash of white hot rage at the memory shot through her but she quickly shoved it back. She was repay him ten folds for that, but for now she had to focus on what was going on.

Her exploration of the areas was only increasing her frustration and anger, ignoring those others trapped with her for the time and slipping out of their way to try and discover what was going on. Yet it was another discovery that angered her greater than anything else; the augment. She had been chipped, a fucking implant placed in her, and if it wasn't for the information that was ever so slowly trickling through it, to tell her that no, this wasn't a government base holding mutants, or even related to mutants in any way, she would had ripped it right out of her skull. She was still considering it actually.

Instead she looked to find the cameras, the ones she now knew were watching her, unable to keep a snarl from her face as she let her true form show.] Whoever thinks that I'm happy to be part of your little freak show, you're sorely mistaken. Or you will be once I get my hands on you.

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That's none of your business.

[Well that didn't take much, did it?] It's a simple question, hard to put a second meaning behind it or try and trick you into saying something revealing.

What ya intend ta do with the information doesn't make it any more or less your business. Ya forfeited any interest in my life the first time ya tried ta kill me, Mystique. Ain't nothin' between us but space, an' not enough of it.

[Just in case you were wondering where your daughter stood on the subject, Mystique.]

Now why would I want to kill you? True, my actions have been, [What was a good way to put this?] Challenging for you, but I wouldn't do something that would kill you. [This no doubt wasn't a good way to start things off here, yet it was more a case to just answer back as Mystique continued to study the young woman in front of her, taking in the changes Rogue had gone through.]

[Challenging? Is that what you call--

No. Rogue cut off that thought, swallowed it back hard.

You get nothing from me. Not anymore.

Instead, with a layer of irony that she is only now fully aware of, Rogue responds dryly:] Bein' tossed off a cliff is usually pretty definitive.

[Despite the tone of voice and the almost laconic response, Rogue's gaze is hot, body tense. A little more pushing, and Mystique would likely get the confrontation a word like challenging called for.]

[No, you know what? Screw that.]

But I get how that could be somethin' you'd forget, if your definition of 'challenging' includes deception, betrayal, an' brainwashin'. Sure. I'd gloss over that too.

[If Rogue was hoping for a reaction, she was going to be disappointed. She was good at locking herself away and not letting people get below her shields, but Mystique was an expert at it, many more years of experience with it under her belt than her daughter could truly realize. Those type of words should hurt, if she had allowed them to embed in her at all, but instead they just bounced off.]

That still doesn't answer my question.

[And even though Rogue knew better, those words did hurt.]

Give the girl a prize. [She snarled and disconnected the feed.

Message delivered, she had no intention of making nice with Mystique. While Rogue had no doubt that this kind of place offended whatever sense of honor Mystique possessed, this was hardly Rogue's first rodeo and she wasn't going to hold Mystique's hand, and she sure as hell wasn't going to go back on what she'd just said: Mystique had forfeited a right to any input in Rogue's life.]

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