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Post by darkholme on Jul 16, 2011 8:59:31 GMT 2
Bold. Ballsy. Blue. Mystique had sauntered straight up the steps of the mansion that Charles Xavier called his school, with no disguises on. She wore her identity on her sleeves; on her indigo scales, her scarlet hair, and her aureate eyes. This was a new experience for her, as she had always been one to have to slink into the castle of a school, often disguised as one of the students, and shove her fingers in to places that she should've left alone. Today, she wasn't a student, or a maintenance worker, or a cable repairman. Today, she was Raven Darkholme, and she had hoped that by entering the grounds in earnest, that the X-Twits would have some decency to at least hear her out. The trust wasn't there, which she couldn't blame them for, but perhaps they would sense the passion in her voice and the fury in her eyes, and believe that she wanted to hit Erik where it hurt -- By taking the side of the X-Men when this friendship between the two factions was said and done.
"Boo," Raven uttered to one of the smaller children who had been passing by. He was no older than perhaps 10 years old, and he had stopped to examine her with fear-backed curiosity. The metamorph, being adept at reading body language, sensed the fear like a shark senses blood in the water, and took advantage of it. The boy had toddled off in a haste. It wouldn't be long until he told somebody that he saw "Mystique inside the mansion!!!".
It was true that the Brotherhood had joined with the X-Men against a common enemy, but while all of this had happened, Raven stayed in her comfy SoHo apartment, stewing in fury. It would be her first reappearance since the events of Alcatraz, and she knew that nobody was sure that she could be trusted. The Brotherhood may have welcomed her back, but that was no longer where she belonged.
As she strode further into the entrance hall, she took a look around. All familiar. Bare feet were silent against the wood floor as she padded even further inside. Would they buy her story? She knew that Charles would be able to probe her mind had he needed to, but he always had a knack for sensing lies without needing to intrude. However, this didn't mean that all of his students were adept, or rational. Though she seemed calm in the hallway, she was on guard, and ready for an attack. |
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Post by beckii on Jul 16, 2011 13:06:13 GMT 2
At this exact moment Rogue wanted to hit her head repeatedly against a wall. Clearly whatever higher power was out there wanted to test her to the extremes. Xavier was in a coma, Logan was out to slaughter X ( as well as Rogue ) for hurting Xavier although neither had told anyone who had done it, then there was Adam - she still hadn't figured out what he was up to, her powers were going haywire as they advanced, the Brotherhood was in the mansion, then there was Charles Knox who gave her the creeps, there was Apocolypse out there to destroy, a threat of Weapon X still active, and now she could see Mistique coming up the drive to the front door. Yep, nothing was ever easy. She inhaled deeply, forcing herself not to freak out and to keep hold of the same inner strength she had been using the past few days. Temporarily she was running the mansion, since she was in charge of the students before Xavier had gotten hurt. Rogue had known Xavier was over doing it but she had never thought for a second running this place was so hard. Now she knew better.
As Rogue left Xavier's office to make her way to the front door she gave the students she came across reassurances that everything was okay. She hadn't heard of Mistique doing anything wrong. Not since Alcatraz, and from what she had heard from the Brotherhood Magneto had abandoned Mistique at some point during that. Rogue guessed because a cure dart got her. Briefly she wondered what Mistique looked like without all the blue, but knew she'd never know. Just like she didn't know at this point Mistique was infact her mother ( or Sabertooth was her father). Rogue had no idea who her biological parents were, although the new doctor who had joined Hank had said she could help find out. Rogue rubbed her temples as she got to the front door. The one very good thing going right now was Remy LeBeau. Her unofficial boyfriend. He was definately the best thing that had ever happened to her. One blessing was that Pyro was helping her with his fire power she had. Apparently ( after two 'incidents' ) she never lost the powers she absorbed, they were just hidden in the back of her mind. She kept them.
Opening the door she looked at Mistique, finding it a good sign she was walking down the driveway as herself and not sneaking in. Rogue had no idea what she could want however. Well, besides making Magneto pay she supposed, but what did that have to do with the Xmen? Something, apparently considering Mistique was here. She tucked a few strands of her red and white hair behind her ear as she gathered up her courage to speak to the woman. Sure, Magneto was scary in his own way but Rogue had always felt... she wasn't sure, something she couldn't explain when Mistique was around. Then again no one truly knew who Mistique was, whether it was her real name or who she was inside as a person. Magneto was easy to figure out. Rogue had never been able to figure Mistique out.
"Hello Mistique. What brings you here?"
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Post by darkholme on Jul 25, 2011 9:31:51 GMT 2
She heard the voice. The familiar voice with the Southern drawl. The voice that she thought she'd never have to hear. Raven turned to face Rogue, full on, her yellow eyes flicking over the woman's form. It seemed that she was doing well, and that was what Raven had hoped for. After all, it was the reason why she dropped her off at the front porch of an orphanage with the hopes of never seeing her again. Yet here she was, a woman now.
It was sick how life had treated her. The baby that she left for other people to adopt, the baby that she tossed over that waterfall, the baby that she abandoned...All three babies had somehow crossed paths with her. First it was Rogue, and then Nightcrawler...And Graydon had his own agenda against mutants. Most people who looked for their biological parents usually couldn't find them. These three merely existed, and they all stumbled into their mother, but they didn't know. She couldn't tell them. How was she supposed to?
"Rogue," she purred in her thick metallic voice. The corner of her lip pulled back into a slight smirk, which demonstrated her coolness. She wasn't ruffled at all to be face to face with Marie. Daughter or not, Raven knew she could have her face down on the ground if she needed to. At the same time, she sensed that Marie had no fear. It was instinctual; after all, Marie had a few days as a baby to "bond" with her real mother. Nature was a bitch. "Well, you don't seem to be alarmed. Good. I'm here on business. You want to warn the others before I have to kick their asses in self-defense, or will they be able to handle the sight of me without getting all up in arms?" |
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Post by beckii on Jul 25, 2011 22:13:15 GMT 2
Marie had never understood why she had never felt any fear towards Mistique. She should fear her. She should be scared of her. She knew that. Sabertooth scared her, Magneto did, even Pyro did to a point. Yet, Mistique never did. She couldn't even summon any dislike - or anything similiar - for the woman. It was like Mistique was a shade of grey in no man's land. She didn't understand it. As much as she tried to feel something like the rest of the X-men and the students towards Mistique she found she never could. She could have felt nervous right now but that would have been before she realised her power was powerful and had uses, a purpose. So she knew she could defend herself right now, and well. She had also been trained to fight by Logan himself, so even without her power she could protect herself and attack rather well. Still, Rogue always felt strange around Mistique. She just wished she knew why.
"Ah don't need them to kick ya ass Mistique. Ah can do it myself."
She responded with confidence, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. If anyone had really thought about it then it would have been slightly obvious the two were related. Well, besides the red hair, Rogue's ability was in a way similiar to Mistique's. Mistique could change form into anyone she wanted. Rogue could do the same thing in a way when she brought different psyches forward. Mistique had to see someone - maybe touch ( as far as anyone could tell ) a person to 'copy' their appearance. Rogue had to touch someone to absorb their memories, personality, and mutant power ( of course along with their life force ). Rogue and Mistique had a lot more in common then anyone realised, after all no one had actually looked beneath the surface to compare the two. A definate oversight on a lot of peoples' parts.
After the fiasco with War, Rogue was hesitant to screw up again. Well, she had screwed up before that with X - it was her fault Xavier was hurt right now - but Rogue hated to think about that. She was weighed down with so much guilt it was surprising she could even fake positive emotion at this point, let alone continue to function mentally to run this school. Whilst Mistique had said she was here on business, Rogue didn't want to bring anyone else inside that she felt could be a threat ( not that she felt Mistique was a threat to her ). Yet, the Brotherhood was here so who was she to judge and say Mistique was not welcome? She sighed deeply, shaking her head and for a moment all the guilt, lonliness, and sorrow was clear to see on her vunerable face before she hid it once more with a carefully perfected confident expression.
"Ah suppose ya wanna come in? We can go to Xavier's office. He's not around right now. Ahm in charge, so whatever business ya have, ya will have to run through meh."
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