Mommy Dearest

Dec 26, 2006 15:52

[Locked to tm_rogue]

Ever since her conversation with Rogue last night, Mystique had been biding her time, waiting for the girl to come and 'rip her a new one' as the students so charmingly said. She situated herself in her usual spot in the mansion, one of the large chairs in the rec room with a perfect view of the garage and the grounds outside. The ( Read more... )

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tm_rogue December 26 2006, 23:54:21 UTC
Rogue had thought long and hard about this since her conversation with Rachel. She did need to go on leave and sort everything in her head out. Remy's transformation into Death would be an appropriate reason and buy her a few weeks. Where to take the sabbatical was the problem. She wanted to be close enough that if the X-Men really needed her she could return quick enough but also far enough away that she would feel safe enough to let herself unwind without prying eyes. And who had more safe houses than the FBI witness protection program than Mystique?

Except of course that meant actually asking Mystique for access to one of the houses. A house that Mystique no doubt had bugged in various ways. At least it would stop the woman from trying to track her down or, well, Rogue hoped it would. Tensing, she stepped forward, looking at Mystique's reflection in the window. "I need access to one of your Maryland safe houses."

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mys_tique December 26 2006, 23:54:49 UTC
That was not what she had been expecting and it took all of her willpower not to let the surprise show on her face. "Why?" Mystique noted the girl's tension and leaned back in the chair. "Are the X-men trying to catalogue all of my...establishments."

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tm_rogue December 26 2006, 23:55:11 UTC
"No." Rogue crossed her arms, uncomfortable and not wanting this conversation to go where it was inevitably headed. "It's for me." There was no way that would satisfy Mystique. "I need some time. Alone." Nor would that.

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mys_tique December 26 2006, 23:55:36 UTC
"Why are you requiring time alone?" Mystique watched Rogue carefully. It wasn't because of the damn Cajun, if it had been she'd have taken time off weeks ago. This was because of last night; something had happened.

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