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001 ☣ voice
( It’s a voice post, scratchy at first as Rogue clears her throat. )
Ah, hello. Y’all really know how to make a girl feel welcome, don’t you? The view in this place… it’s fantastic. ( They obviously can’t see the view, but she’s sitting on one of the upper levels in an apartment in the Wood Sector. The view is fantastic. )
Everyone’s been real helpful, so far, but there’s something I need that I couldn’t ask the tour guides about… not without explaining, at least.
( If the video was on, her bright red cheeks would be entirely visible. Which may be the reason it isn’t on, come to think of it. )
I need some other clothes. Anything long, with sleeves… and gloves. I’d get it myself, but. I can’t. I know there’s a market near here, and if you’re willing I’ll give you my size and…
If you could bring it here, where it’s less crowded, it’d be better. I’ll pay you back, help you out with something if you need it. And I’d be real grateful.
Ah, hello. Y’all really know how to make a girl feel welcome, don’t you? The view in this place… it’s fantastic. ( They obviously can’t see the view, but she’s sitting on one of the upper levels in an apartment in the Wood Sector. The view is fantastic. )
Everyone’s been real helpful, so far, but there’s something I need that I couldn’t ask the tour guides about… not without explaining, at least.
( If the video was on, her bright red cheeks would be entirely visible. Which may be the reason it isn’t on, come to think of it. )
I need some other clothes. Anything long, with sleeves… and gloves. I’d get it myself, but. I can’t. I know there’s a market near here, and if you’re willing I’ll give you my size and…
If you could bring it here, where it’s less crowded, it’d be better. I’ll pay you back, help you out with something if you need it. And I’d be real grateful.
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[Yeah. She went there.]
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Then she's in the air and beelining for the Wood Sector.
It's fifteen minutes, give or take, before she slows near the top floor of WO-3B. Somewhere along the way, it hits her that she's so desperate to see someone from her time and place that she's gone and shelved a bunch of sour memories from the Weapon X deal just to smile at the idea of meeting up with Rogue. It's weird. The first few times they talked, saying they were 'at odds' cut a narrow profile of the truth. Ororo fought against complying and Rogue went the pragmatic route, at the cost of moral values. It'd been a mess -- it still was, in her head. She'd never wanted to kill any human more than Wraith after that and, hell. This line of thinking isn't doing her any favours, so she shelves it again.
That's a mess she can deal with it later. Rogue's got a year of intel for her and there's bound to be something in there to make sense of things.
Ororo crosses her legs and sits in the air currents, looking up to the sky as she makes it darken. There's a rumble of thunder she triggers as a knock to let her know that a Storm's come knocking.]
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She swings open the door and yells up at the sky: ) Alright, alright! We hear you, already!
( She'd dodged ten dozen heart attacks, getting here from the palace. The natives hadn't really tried to touch her, but she'd still shied away from them in every way imaginable. She didn't know her powers were nerfed, would never test the theory even if the subject came up. So even as she steps out to spot Storm, she's still wrapped up in a blanket, though her feet are bare against the bark of the trees. )
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Fifteen minutes. [She says it as she drops to the ground, counting off how long it took her -- give or take a few either way.] Guess that means you'll never forgive me for the princess deal.
[She stops and looks at Rogue. Looks at the blanket. The former's older -- in appearance and maybe in the way she looks. That way in which she bears herself. The latter, well. The latter tells her all she needs to know about how far Rogue's come in controlling her powers. And it's enough to trigger her holding out the bag she brought. Maybe she wants to hold off talking about the time and all that's happened and maybe she wants Rogue to feel comfortable here. One or the other -- or both, what's it even matter?]
Here. It's no Mall of America around this place, but Favrielle's designs beat out Guess any day.
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Nope, never. You're gonna have to live with it.
( She reaches for the bag when it's offered, almost starts digging through it before she realizes they're still outside. She turns back towards her quarters, jerking her head towards the door. )
C'mon. We can... talk. Inside.
( If her mood shifts, if the smile falters, she doesn't give it time. She just grabs the bag and heads inside, when she sheds the blanket and starts digging for clothes. She expects Ororo will just make herself comfortable. )
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You wanna start simple? Because I'm dying to know why I'd chop off my locks.
[Better to just take the leap and look after. There's a nervous fluttering in her stomach as to what could have happened, but what's the point guessing? Rogue can tell her and if it's whacked beyond belief, maybe she can talk with the Emperor about one of those sneak-peeks she offers.]
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Like I know what's going on in your head.
Coulda been anything, but you did it right after we moved. To Utopia. Guess that's a big part of it. The government gave us land. Kitty's in charge. We're living there.
( The details come out rushed and disjointed, as she thinks of them. )
There was a cure. There aren't many of us left. The school's gone. Everyone's gone. Except you, and me, and Kitty, and Bobby...
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Instead, the facts come in hard and heavy. Any hope of teasing drops out of her mind and her expression becomes carefully blank. Then, because she's no poker-face, it takes a turn towards disbelief.]
We're not a disease.
[Xavier told them to accept themselves. Magneto played it up like they were the next step. She can't -- no, they can't have bought into that. And she's saying it like she could believe it, but it's hard when she's just heard a post human call a so-called cure, well... a cure. But something else registers here and she can't believe it either.]
Whoa, four? That's it? What about Piotr? [He was so comfortable with his powers, how could he want to be different?] Where's Jean?
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( They had a collective existential crisis, as a species, and Rogue had fallen on one side of the line. A year earlier, she never would have guessed that she'd make that choice. But things were much different, now. She almost wants to explain all of that, too. But she can't.
Instead she just juts up her chin, lets her words come out on their own. )
Not just four. There's about two dozen of us left. But you couldn't even call us a group, we argue about everything. And Piotr's around, and this kid Armor--she's a sweetheart--and... Jean's--she's--
You sure you want to know all of us? It's a lot. There's... a lot.
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Too hard to spit out the details? [It's not an accusation, not really. It's more a question.] I can talk with the Emperor, trade off favours, and get the lowdown from her.
[Because the hesitation's got her a bit afraid of what she'll hear. Maybe to the point that she'd reject it.]
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Telling someone a story isn’t quite the same thing. But something that concerns them so intimately may as well be. It could be equally traumatizing. )
How’d the Emperor know? Or tell you, for that matter?
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No clue. [Ororo shrugs, going with this side of things. It's easier. It lets her think about how much she wants to know.] Rumour is there's a pool or something. She knocks you in and you get a blockbuster movie take of what's going to happen when you go home. All it costs is some juulan or a favour. [A thin smile.] I figure a few weeks of nice weather'd be a good offer to start.
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Hey, if you want to, go for it. It’s just not gonna be a G-rated film.