Mommy Dearest
[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 chair could hide her slender form easily if she wished, allowing for her to overhear a great many conversations. Today, however, she wished to be found and angled herself so enough blue skin was showing.
Her fingers tapped the arms of the chair and she knew the sound had to be quite distracting for the three boys sitting on the couch, attempting to watch their program. None of them had even attempted to say something, eventually giving up altogether and retreating to another part of the mansion for their merriment. It would have amused her if she'd been paying attention. Her attention was focused solely on trying to figure out where Rogue had been and who she'd been with. Obviously, it was someone she didn't wish the others to know of. however, that could mean it was some human she simply didn't want to subject to the X-Men way of life. Mystique doubted that. The girl was jittery enough with the whole skin issue to involve some human.
Though it would make this situation far easier to deal with. She smiled, something she'd been told more than once scared small children. Humans are always prone to so many deadly accidents. There was movement behind her and she listened, noting Rogue's footfall nearing the chair and steeled herself, waiting for the girl's wrath. No doubt the girl had located the few bugs misplaced in her room and the few improvements to her laptop.
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 chair could hide her slender form easily if she wished, allowing for her to overhear a great many conversations. Today, however, she wished to be found and angled herself so enough blue skin was showing.
Her fingers tapped the arms of the chair and she knew the sound had to be quite distracting for the three boys sitting on the couch, attempting to watch their program. None of them had even attempted to say something, eventually giving up altogether and retreating to another part of the mansion for their merriment. It would have amused her if she'd been paying attention. Her attention was focused solely on trying to figure out where Rogue had been and who she'd been with. Obviously, it was someone she didn't wish the others to know of. however, that could mean it was some human she simply didn't want to subject to the X-Men way of life. Mystique doubted that. The girl was jittery enough with the whole skin issue to involve some human.
Though it would make this situation far easier to deal with. She smiled, something she'd been told more than once scared small children. Humans are always prone to so many deadly accidents. There was movement behind her and she listened, noting Rogue's footfall nearing the chair and steeled herself, waiting for the girl's wrath. No doubt the girl had located the few bugs misplaced in her room and the few improvements to her laptop.