"Rogue! We need you up in the conference room right away! Mystic's consort
has shown up!" A short girl, about 15 with medium length blue hair shouted
to Rogue, a 15 year old mutant of extraordinary power.
Rogue wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had been working out in the gym training her powers in the gravitation room which simulated the power a psychic might have. The point was to improve her ability to fly and move under the strain of telekinetic power. "Yah've gotta beh kiddin' meh!" She ran to grab her towel and dab off her forehead, "What happen ta having tha meetin' on Saturday?!"
"I dunno, there being spontaneous or something," the girl formed a thick cube of water and with great concentration, wrapped it in thin sheets around Rogue who, still dressed, washed off her hair. They had done this routine before when Rogue was in a hurry to go to a meeting concerning the money their old benefactor had supplied them with. Rogue was always present at all the meetings. She was the pride of the Mystic Misfits as it was lamely called by the newbies. "Karen!" Rogue gurgled through the water when she needed to breathe. The girl gasped and immediately the water vanished.
"Sorry sorry!" the girl cried as Rogue wrapped the towel around her hair and ran to the bathroom across the way to blow it dry. Karen went to her room and came back with the dark makeup Rogue liked to wear. After all, here, whatever Rogue did or wore became the new fad. Naturally everyone (meaning the non-elites and cross dressing men) has the kind of make up she wore when she did wear it. It just wasn't considered fashionable otherwise. She was the icon around here. Always composed and quiet, reserved but bold, kind but disciplined. Just the right mix really, she was what every misfit aspired to be. She was tough, she was a rogue.
When Karen got to Rogue with the makeup, Rogue's hair was blown dry, straightened and pulled into a claw. "Forget the makeup Marine," Rogue waved off her with a hand, "It's too late, damn why did they have to come so soon?"
"I dunno," began Karen or Marine as she was usually called by Rogue, "but there's one really sexy brunette that looks dange-"
"Well, we'd better get a move on," Rogue interrupted, she wasn't one for idle chat, usually anyway. Soon she grabbed Karen by the wrist and took to the air. There she had to hold Karen by her stomach to pass through the narrow halls. Karen loved flying, and Rogue was so good at it! All her training had paid off, Karen only whished that Rogue would take her to the ocean and allow her to glide above the surface of the shimmering waves, but, like previously stated, Rogue wasn't one for idleness.
Soon they reached the main hall and Rogue let Karen down. Voices were heard from the doors beyond and Rogue boldly walked over in two strides and opened them wide and stepped in. Karen soon followed, a bit shy and afraid for what her entrance must look like coming after the beautiful Rogue. She fumbled in shutting the doors behind her, ashamed to call herself one of the elite.
"Oh, Rogue, so you decide to join us?" Mystic directed the men in front of her and the 7 other elite, to Rogue. She was wearing black slacks, a red t- shirt and a black blazer. Her hair a bit wind blown, she didn't look strict, or loose, she just looked, cool.
"Sorry, Mrs. Darkholme," Rogue said bowing a bit. This was how she always addressed Mystic in the presence of higher ups. Never Mystic, never informal, and never ever 'mother' after all, after all those adoption homes, Rogue didn't believe in the word, she didn't believe in anything to do with family.
"That's alright Rogue, but you've kept our guests waiting," Mystic gave a pointed look at Rogue.
'Waiting? Why the hell would they be waiting for meh?' Rogue thought.
Seeing the confusion on her face, the man relatively young looking (about 30) with white hair, stepped forward and began, "I wanted to make sure my money being spent here has been an investment. Just a demonstration of one of Mystic's elite is all I'm looking for." He finished with a calm repressed smile. His elites that he brought with him seemed rather, well, stupid. The red head was slouched with terrible posture, not at all suitable for this sort of event, with a grin and eyes the seemed plastered on Rogue's curves. The hairy monkey thing with fangs was way out of place, and the white haired demon who looked so much like the tall man seemed so fidgety like he couldn't keep still. At least the tall Russian guy looked reasonably composed; actually, if he wasn't clad in a tacky silver blazer, which went terrible with his black pants and red shirt, he was completely the type of elite you'd expect from Mystic's group. And then there was Derek, one who had graduated from Mystics elite when Rogue was 12. He had brown hair and green eyes. He could control plant growth, which sounds lame, but is really quite effective.
"Alright, well, what should you like for me to do first?" Rogue tried to control her language and accent as much as possible to fit in. She'd gotten good at the northern style of talk, as well as knowing five other languages including Spanish, German, Japanese, Italian, and French the latter of which her real family had taught her when she was little and she continued in her latter years. It always made her feel comfortable and, it just gave her an extreme feeling of peace.
"Hmm, twirl around a bi-" the red head started but a thin sheet of metal soon wrapped around his mouth like it were clay and the white haired man scolded, "Pyro, you keep your mouth closed!"
'So his names pyro, fire, an' this guy can control metal, hmm' Rogue thought
"Magneto, perhaps we should go to the demonstration room-" Mystic began
"No, right here is fine. Colossus." Magneto instructed the big Russian forward. His body slowly began to turn into metal and his shirt ripped and his iron muscles bulged. A soft sigh was heard from the other 2 girls of the elite.
Rogue waited until Colossus was ready. Before anything could be said Rogue had to dodge a burst of fire that came her way in the shape of a horse. This was soon extinguished by Marine who came to stand by Rogue glaring at pyro who held in his hands two propane pouches.
"MARINE!" Mystic boomed, "SIT DOWN THIS INSTANT IT IS ROGUE'S FIGHT!"
Karen stood stiff but didn't moved, "Two against one isn't fair, mam!" Karen was touched lightly on the shoulder by Rogue's hand as Rogue used her power to slowly drain energy from her.
"It's alright sugah, Ah'll beh fahne," Rogue's southern accent calmed down Karen who was relaxed by it, that and she was slightly tired by Rogue's slow energy drain, along with the use of her powers.
"Righ-right" Karen stammered and blushed as she went and slumped down on the couch looking at her feet like a child in time out.
"Telepathy as well?" Magneto asked.
"No, just a slow energy drain-" Mystic began.
"She has that good a control on her powers?" Magneto asked looking very happy.
"Well, not quite, she may at times have little bouts of a power surge once in a while."
Magneto's smile faded and he signaled his team to began again. Even though he never looked at the others (Derek, Sabertooth,Quicksilver) Rogue knew they were going to be the 'surprise' elements in the test.
CColossus stood and reached out to hit Rogue, he was easily dodged.
"Yah're naught tryin' sugah. No need ta hold back!" She said as she ran past him and to the wall where she ran up it a ways, pushed off, and flipped over Colossus' head to kick him in the stomach and send him back flying. Of course all this movement wasn't needed, but the financial supporters usually wanted a show. Colossus had been propelled across the room and into the wall and Rogue could practically see Mystic cringe at her ruined wall. Rogue smiled. This was going to be fun.
Flames surrounded her and tried to close in on her. She jumped up and flew to the ceiling where she got her bearings. Seeing Pyro laugh manically as he changed the flames into a giant hawk, Rogue decided to laugh on the inside. The other two, the beast and the albino, were protectively close to Pyro, ready to jump at Rogue at a close up attack, while Colossus positioned himself a little ways away to gather momentum to ram her over if she got close to the ground. Only Derek was positioned inconspicuously, not giving away any information or plan. Derek, the Thorn.
'How bout some cat and mouse boys?' Rogue thought as the hawk came a little too close to where she was. She flew down towards Pyro, as beast and albino crouched down ready to jump and Colossus started to run full speed to where she was, Rogue turned sharply left and flew across the ground. Colossus stopped abruptly and changed direction to where Rogue and the fire hawk were.
He penetrated through the fire, as the fire didn't affect his metal clad self. To his shock, Rogue was waiting for him in the fire hawk, and she wasn't burning!
"What the-" He began, before she shot like a bullet after him and threw many punches and kicks his way. She wasn't super strong as the reports had said, but she knew where to hit and how to kick. She was deadly precise and soon, with a last mighty blow, Colossus was knocked out.
Outside the hawk Pyro was laughing, "I got the shelia! Man that was so eas- !" His voice failed and his smile vanished as steam began to rise and soon there was nothing left of Pyro's fire hawk but a cloud of smoke that swirled and seemed to form around the shape of an emerging figure as wings. The figure opened her eyes, and the green seemed the only light in all the world. It was terrifying as Rogue emerge unharmed and steaming, dragging an unconscious Colossus behind her with his metal fast receding. All the members seemed shocked, other than Thorn who simply smiled, and Magneto who seemed excited beyond anything in the world and laughed. She had been very clever to use her power obtained from Karen to create a water wrap around herself as protection against the fire
Rogue threw Colossus' body at the beast while she ran after pyro.
While the beast was distracted with the large Russian being hurtled at him, Pyro frantically began to spurt fire from his hands and launch it towards Rogue who knocked it away with one swing of her newly created water sword. Two swings, Three swings, "AHHHHH!" Pyro cried out as Rogue drown him in the water that began in the form of her sword, but that form slowly transformed into pure water fountains from the palms of her hands. Suddenly the albino came from behind Rogue and grabbed her by the waist. She was a little surprised by his speed and strength for such a puny guy, but she had seen his movement around her while she was busy flying full speed at Pyro. He had been a coward and run at first, but then he summed up his danger and used his lightening fast speed to come at Rogue.
"Sugah, didn't thay tell ya meh real powah?" Rogue asked as she enjoyed the free ride in the speed demon's arms. The wind felt great after being stuck in an inferno of hell fire.
"Wha-" he began but stopped as his eyes rolled back when Rouge touched his arm for his power. An unexpected burst of confusing emotions and memories came though and Rogue cringed and gasped quickly flying away from who she now knew was quicksilver.
Quickly recovering and hiding the pain she felt, Rogue used her newly acquired speed against him. She ran full force towards him and knocked him out with one strike. Then she went for the feral beast known to Quicksilver as Sabertooth. He snarled and cried out getting ready for her to come, but Rogue had to dodge quickly as Thorn launched from underneath her feet, through the floorboards, thorny vines of every kind. The floor where they had burst through was a mess and Rogue was amazed as she looked down to where there lay an empty, seemingly endless hole that had torn through many basements.
"Mah, gawd Thorn, ya sure improved yah powah huh?" Rogue floated above the hole, deftly avoiding the vines that he was just as carelessly wiping around in sporadic, careless function.
Thorn blew her a kiss and winked, "anything for my lil Rogue."
Rogue boiled with anger and was just about to go in for a kill of a certain thorn in her side when
"That's enough now," Magneto was smiling from ear to ear as Rogue landed composed, straight backed, and glaring with wind swirling around her from Quicksilver running past her to the protective side of his father. "Yes, I am more than impressed with your power," he glanced at Mystic, "Your mother here-" Rogue grew ridged and Magneto smiled bemused, "I mean, Mystic here, has offered your services to us. She wants you to continue living here, but you will join some others and work for me as-"
"Ah'm sorry sir," Rogue interrupted, "but the reason I perform so well is because I train so well and I train so well so that I can be accepted into your team ta-"
"Well, then there should be no problem, you'll be working with my best and commanding you're elites-"Magneto interrupted.
"Yes, sir. However I want to join you for the freedom. To live on my own and be paid for my work." Rogue looked to Mystic who was glaring at her. 'Ya wanta be my motha ya shoulda acted lahke one Mrs. Darkholme' and she remembered the woman who had seemed so kind, who had offered her a life of happiness in the palm of her hand. She had taken that woman's hand, along with the life she know lived. She had seen that same kind woman transform into a beautiful but deadly assassin. The same woman who beat her, betrayed her, and used her, just like everyone else.
Magneto stifled a laugh, "Why of course Rogue, we won't stop you from that. I think you'll find the accommodations I give my soldiers, adequate" He said the word carefully and Rogue knew the settings she would find herself in soon would be more that just 'adequate'. "All you do is work for us." He didn't give another thought to Mystic's input on this. None whatsoever. Rogue smiled
"Then we seem to have an agreement," She reached out and extended her hand.
Magneto raised an eyebrow to her, "You're power?"
Rogue sighed at his ignorance and gave a small smile, "Sir, Ah've worked very hard for quite some time with some psychics and trainers to learn to control my powers, on what comes in, what goes out, and what, where and how I absorb the powers of others. Even now I am learning to recall or store the powers of previously acquired powers."
"Very impressive," Magneto extended his hand and shook Rogue's emphatically, "My name is Eric but you will address me formally as Magneto." The not-so-real cough Flame-boy made informed Rogue that they had not used this name, but rather a quaint epitaph of some sort. "This is Pyro otherwise known as John, Colossus who's real name is Piotr,
Sabertooth who's real name is Victor," at a growl from the feral looking man Magneto cleared his voice and corrected, "Creed, Thorn, with whom I believe you are previously acquainted with, and my son Pietro Maximov codenamed Quicksilver."
Rogue felt like laughing at the shape they were all in, apposed to Thorn, Sabertooth and Magneto they were all beat up. She laughed on the inside.
"Pleasure ta meet ya'll" Rogue smiled, "I betta go pack mah stuff. What time or place should I meet ya'll at?"
"Well, we could have one of our members pick you up," Magneto controlled a strip of metal to Pyro's mouth. Colossus seemed to be stepping forward but it was Thorn who answered the call to arms.
"It would be my pleasure to escort such a beautiful lady to her new home."
"Which is where exactly?" Snapped Mystic.
Rogue answered quickly, "Well, I suppose it wouldn't have to be anything extravagant, just not an apartment with all the fr'aky neighbors who gossip all tha time about gawd knows what."
"I know of a place," said Thorn, "it would be perfect for her."
Rogue disliked all this performing for them and doing this and that, and looking just a certain way, but she absolutely hated people making decisions for her, and Thorn gushing over her like this like she was some wife of his to control. But she held her tongue; it would do her no good to speak up. She'd look like a useless twit. So she staid silent. She was leaving Mystic, and therefore she could leave her past behind. Before her lay her future and her revenge.
Rogue wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had been working out in the gym training her powers in the gravitation room which simulated the power a psychic might have. The point was to improve her ability to fly and move under the strain of telekinetic power. "Yah've gotta beh kiddin' meh!" She ran to grab her towel and dab off her forehead, "What happen ta having tha meetin' on Saturday?!"
"I dunno, there being spontaneous or something," the girl formed a thick cube of water and with great concentration, wrapped it in thin sheets around Rogue who, still dressed, washed off her hair. They had done this routine before when Rogue was in a hurry to go to a meeting concerning the money their old benefactor had supplied them with. Rogue was always present at all the meetings. She was the pride of the Mystic Misfits as it was lamely called by the newbies. "Karen!" Rogue gurgled through the water when she needed to breathe. The girl gasped and immediately the water vanished.
"Sorry sorry!" the girl cried as Rogue wrapped the towel around her hair and ran to the bathroom across the way to blow it dry. Karen went to her room and came back with the dark makeup Rogue liked to wear. After all, here, whatever Rogue did or wore became the new fad. Naturally everyone (meaning the non-elites and cross dressing men) has the kind of make up she wore when she did wear it. It just wasn't considered fashionable otherwise. She was the icon around here. Always composed and quiet, reserved but bold, kind but disciplined. Just the right mix really, she was what every misfit aspired to be. She was tough, she was a rogue.
When Karen got to Rogue with the makeup, Rogue's hair was blown dry, straightened and pulled into a claw. "Forget the makeup Marine," Rogue waved off her with a hand, "It's too late, damn why did they have to come so soon?"
"I dunno," began Karen or Marine as she was usually called by Rogue, "but there's one really sexy brunette that looks dange-"
"Well, we'd better get a move on," Rogue interrupted, she wasn't one for idle chat, usually anyway. Soon she grabbed Karen by the wrist and took to the air. There she had to hold Karen by her stomach to pass through the narrow halls. Karen loved flying, and Rogue was so good at it! All her training had paid off, Karen only whished that Rogue would take her to the ocean and allow her to glide above the surface of the shimmering waves, but, like previously stated, Rogue wasn't one for idleness.
Soon they reached the main hall and Rogue let Karen down. Voices were heard from the doors beyond and Rogue boldly walked over in two strides and opened them wide and stepped in. Karen soon followed, a bit shy and afraid for what her entrance must look like coming after the beautiful Rogue. She fumbled in shutting the doors behind her, ashamed to call herself one of the elite.
"Oh, Rogue, so you decide to join us?" Mystic directed the men in front of her and the 7 other elite, to Rogue. She was wearing black slacks, a red t- shirt and a black blazer. Her hair a bit wind blown, she didn't look strict, or loose, she just looked, cool.
"Sorry, Mrs. Darkholme," Rogue said bowing a bit. This was how she always addressed Mystic in the presence of higher ups. Never Mystic, never informal, and never ever 'mother' after all, after all those adoption homes, Rogue didn't believe in the word, she didn't believe in anything to do with family.
"That's alright Rogue, but you've kept our guests waiting," Mystic gave a pointed look at Rogue.
'Waiting? Why the hell would they be waiting for meh?' Rogue thought.
Seeing the confusion on her face, the man relatively young looking (about 30) with white hair, stepped forward and began, "I wanted to make sure my money being spent here has been an investment. Just a demonstration of one of Mystic's elite is all I'm looking for." He finished with a calm repressed smile. His elites that he brought with him seemed rather, well, stupid. The red head was slouched with terrible posture, not at all suitable for this sort of event, with a grin and eyes the seemed plastered on Rogue's curves. The hairy monkey thing with fangs was way out of place, and the white haired demon who looked so much like the tall man seemed so fidgety like he couldn't keep still. At least the tall Russian guy looked reasonably composed; actually, if he wasn't clad in a tacky silver blazer, which went terrible with his black pants and red shirt, he was completely the type of elite you'd expect from Mystic's group. And then there was Derek, one who had graduated from Mystics elite when Rogue was 12. He had brown hair and green eyes. He could control plant growth, which sounds lame, but is really quite effective.
"Alright, well, what should you like for me to do first?" Rogue tried to control her language and accent as much as possible to fit in. She'd gotten good at the northern style of talk, as well as knowing five other languages including Spanish, German, Japanese, Italian, and French the latter of which her real family had taught her when she was little and she continued in her latter years. It always made her feel comfortable and, it just gave her an extreme feeling of peace.
"Hmm, twirl around a bi-" the red head started but a thin sheet of metal soon wrapped around his mouth like it were clay and the white haired man scolded, "Pyro, you keep your mouth closed!"
'So his names pyro, fire, an' this guy can control metal, hmm' Rogue thought
"Magneto, perhaps we should go to the demonstration room-" Mystic began
"No, right here is fine. Colossus." Magneto instructed the big Russian forward. His body slowly began to turn into metal and his shirt ripped and his iron muscles bulged. A soft sigh was heard from the other 2 girls of the elite.
Rogue waited until Colossus was ready. Before anything could be said Rogue had to dodge a burst of fire that came her way in the shape of a horse. This was soon extinguished by Marine who came to stand by Rogue glaring at pyro who held in his hands two propane pouches.
"MARINE!" Mystic boomed, "SIT DOWN THIS INSTANT IT IS ROGUE'S FIGHT!"
Karen stood stiff but didn't moved, "Two against one isn't fair, mam!" Karen was touched lightly on the shoulder by Rogue's hand as Rogue used her power to slowly drain energy from her.
"It's alright sugah, Ah'll beh fahne," Rogue's southern accent calmed down Karen who was relaxed by it, that and she was slightly tired by Rogue's slow energy drain, along with the use of her powers.
"Righ-right" Karen stammered and blushed as she went and slumped down on the couch looking at her feet like a child in time out.
"Telepathy as well?" Magneto asked.
"No, just a slow energy drain-" Mystic began.
"She has that good a control on her powers?" Magneto asked looking very happy.
"Well, not quite, she may at times have little bouts of a power surge once in a while."
Magneto's smile faded and he signaled his team to began again. Even though he never looked at the others (Derek, Sabertooth,Quicksilver) Rogue knew they were going to be the 'surprise' elements in the test.
CColossus stood and reached out to hit Rogue, he was easily dodged.
"Yah're naught tryin' sugah. No need ta hold back!" She said as she ran past him and to the wall where she ran up it a ways, pushed off, and flipped over Colossus' head to kick him in the stomach and send him back flying. Of course all this movement wasn't needed, but the financial supporters usually wanted a show. Colossus had been propelled across the room and into the wall and Rogue could practically see Mystic cringe at her ruined wall. Rogue smiled. This was going to be fun.
Flames surrounded her and tried to close in on her. She jumped up and flew to the ceiling where she got her bearings. Seeing Pyro laugh manically as he changed the flames into a giant hawk, Rogue decided to laugh on the inside. The other two, the beast and the albino, were protectively close to Pyro, ready to jump at Rogue at a close up attack, while Colossus positioned himself a little ways away to gather momentum to ram her over if she got close to the ground. Only Derek was positioned inconspicuously, not giving away any information or plan. Derek, the Thorn.
'How bout some cat and mouse boys?' Rogue thought as the hawk came a little too close to where she was. She flew down towards Pyro, as beast and albino crouched down ready to jump and Colossus started to run full speed to where she was, Rogue turned sharply left and flew across the ground. Colossus stopped abruptly and changed direction to where Rogue and the fire hawk were.
He penetrated through the fire, as the fire didn't affect his metal clad self. To his shock, Rogue was waiting for him in the fire hawk, and she wasn't burning!
"What the-" He began, before she shot like a bullet after him and threw many punches and kicks his way. She wasn't super strong as the reports had said, but she knew where to hit and how to kick. She was deadly precise and soon, with a last mighty blow, Colossus was knocked out.
Outside the hawk Pyro was laughing, "I got the shelia! Man that was so eas- !" His voice failed and his smile vanished as steam began to rise and soon there was nothing left of Pyro's fire hawk but a cloud of smoke that swirled and seemed to form around the shape of an emerging figure as wings. The figure opened her eyes, and the green seemed the only light in all the world. It was terrifying as Rogue emerge unharmed and steaming, dragging an unconscious Colossus behind her with his metal fast receding. All the members seemed shocked, other than Thorn who simply smiled, and Magneto who seemed excited beyond anything in the world and laughed. She had been very clever to use her power obtained from Karen to create a water wrap around herself as protection against the fire
Rogue threw Colossus' body at the beast while she ran after pyro.
While the beast was distracted with the large Russian being hurtled at him, Pyro frantically began to spurt fire from his hands and launch it towards Rogue who knocked it away with one swing of her newly created water sword. Two swings, Three swings, "AHHHHH!" Pyro cried out as Rogue drown him in the water that began in the form of her sword, but that form slowly transformed into pure water fountains from the palms of her hands. Suddenly the albino came from behind Rogue and grabbed her by the waist. She was a little surprised by his speed and strength for such a puny guy, but she had seen his movement around her while she was busy flying full speed at Pyro. He had been a coward and run at first, but then he summed up his danger and used his lightening fast speed to come at Rogue.
"Sugah, didn't thay tell ya meh real powah?" Rogue asked as she enjoyed the free ride in the speed demon's arms. The wind felt great after being stuck in an inferno of hell fire.
"Wha-" he began but stopped as his eyes rolled back when Rouge touched his arm for his power. An unexpected burst of confusing emotions and memories came though and Rogue cringed and gasped quickly flying away from who she now knew was quicksilver.
Quickly recovering and hiding the pain she felt, Rogue used her newly acquired speed against him. She ran full force towards him and knocked him out with one strike. Then she went for the feral beast known to Quicksilver as Sabertooth. He snarled and cried out getting ready for her to come, but Rogue had to dodge quickly as Thorn launched from underneath her feet, through the floorboards, thorny vines of every kind. The floor where they had burst through was a mess and Rogue was amazed as she looked down to where there lay an empty, seemingly endless hole that had torn through many basements.
"Mah, gawd Thorn, ya sure improved yah powah huh?" Rogue floated above the hole, deftly avoiding the vines that he was just as carelessly wiping around in sporadic, careless function.
Thorn blew her a kiss and winked, "anything for my lil Rogue."
Rogue boiled with anger and was just about to go in for a kill of a certain thorn in her side when
"That's enough now," Magneto was smiling from ear to ear as Rogue landed composed, straight backed, and glaring with wind swirling around her from Quicksilver running past her to the protective side of his father. "Yes, I am more than impressed with your power," he glanced at Mystic, "Your mother here-" Rogue grew ridged and Magneto smiled bemused, "I mean, Mystic here, has offered your services to us. She wants you to continue living here, but you will join some others and work for me as-"
"Ah'm sorry sir," Rogue interrupted, "but the reason I perform so well is because I train so well and I train so well so that I can be accepted into your team ta-"
"Well, then there should be no problem, you'll be working with my best and commanding you're elites-"Magneto interrupted.
"Yes, sir. However I want to join you for the freedom. To live on my own and be paid for my work." Rogue looked to Mystic who was glaring at her. 'Ya wanta be my motha ya shoulda acted lahke one Mrs. Darkholme' and she remembered the woman who had seemed so kind, who had offered her a life of happiness in the palm of her hand. She had taken that woman's hand, along with the life she know lived. She had seen that same kind woman transform into a beautiful but deadly assassin. The same woman who beat her, betrayed her, and used her, just like everyone else.
Magneto stifled a laugh, "Why of course Rogue, we won't stop you from that. I think you'll find the accommodations I give my soldiers, adequate" He said the word carefully and Rogue knew the settings she would find herself in soon would be more that just 'adequate'. "All you do is work for us." He didn't give another thought to Mystic's input on this. None whatsoever. Rogue smiled
"Then we seem to have an agreement," She reached out and extended her hand.
Magneto raised an eyebrow to her, "You're power?"
Rogue sighed at his ignorance and gave a small smile, "Sir, Ah've worked very hard for quite some time with some psychics and trainers to learn to control my powers, on what comes in, what goes out, and what, where and how I absorb the powers of others. Even now I am learning to recall or store the powers of previously acquired powers."
"Very impressive," Magneto extended his hand and shook Rogue's emphatically, "My name is Eric but you will address me formally as Magneto." The not-so-real cough Flame-boy made informed Rogue that they had not used this name, but rather a quaint epitaph of some sort. "This is Pyro otherwise known as John, Colossus who's real name is Piotr,
Sabertooth who's real name is Victor," at a growl from the feral looking man Magneto cleared his voice and corrected, "Creed, Thorn, with whom I believe you are previously acquainted with, and my son Pietro Maximov codenamed Quicksilver."
Rogue felt like laughing at the shape they were all in, apposed to Thorn, Sabertooth and Magneto they were all beat up. She laughed on the inside.
"Pleasure ta meet ya'll" Rogue smiled, "I betta go pack mah stuff. What time or place should I meet ya'll at?"
"Well, we could have one of our members pick you up," Magneto controlled a strip of metal to Pyro's mouth. Colossus seemed to be stepping forward but it was Thorn who answered the call to arms.
"It would be my pleasure to escort such a beautiful lady to her new home."
"Which is where exactly?" Snapped Mystic.
Rogue answered quickly, "Well, I suppose it wouldn't have to be anything extravagant, just not an apartment with all the fr'aky neighbors who gossip all tha time about gawd knows what."
"I know of a place," said Thorn, "it would be perfect for her."
Rogue disliked all this performing for them and doing this and that, and looking just a certain way, but she absolutely hated people making decisions for her, and Thorn gushing over her like this like she was some wife of his to control. But she held her tongue; it would do her no good to speak up. She'd look like a useless twit. So she staid silent. She was leaving Mystic, and therefore she could leave her past behind. Before her lay her future and her revenge.