Following her conversation with Julio over the phone, Rogue had attempted to sleep and found it far too difficult. She had bits of his memory floating around, the nightmares were almost as bad as with Carol. She'd expected something like this, but she'd never expected the depth of despair that she'd found. Rictor masked a lot of things with his
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So she stands there, waiting for an answer while blatantly ignoring the quarantine, knowing that she couldn't get sick and thus not worrying about whether or not she was about to be infected by her adopted child.
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At the knock, she'd thought maybe Rictor had broken out of his own quarantine to come and visit her, and that was fine. But padding from her bed to the door, barefeet on the cool floor and her hospital gown only passing her knees, Rogue nearly falls over when she opens the door to the comforting blue of her adopted mother. "Mama? What- Ah'm...what'cha doin' here?"
It's with a fairly jerky hand that Rogue indicates that Raven should get in her room, Rogue not yet understanding that this was the big surprise that Mark was referring to just a matter of days ago.
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"I was invited to join the team." She purses her lips. "Weren't you told? I disbanded the brotherhood after receiving a convincing letter from Emma Frost to come join this brand of government service." The sentence itself is dripping with sarcasm at parts, but Mystique is genuinely happy to see her daughter regardless of how she may appear on the outside.
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Her stuff was absorbing a team member just a few days ago, and then getting sickly ill and losing her powers. But it wasn't exactly a huge deal. "Y' actually stood f'r it? Lettin' 'em order ya about?" It didn't sound like Mystique at all, but if Rogue knew her mother like she thought she did, well, "Y' got something up y'r sleeve?" Rogue didn't even care.
"Ah jus' can't believe y'r here." Not that you could get the surprised grin off Rogue's face.
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