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Post by Mystique on Oct 8, 2008 16:04:35 GMT -5
Mystique just smiled. At least it'd get Remy out of her hair for just a while. It was hard enough trying to keep the other Brotherhood well away from her as well. Folding her arms over her chest.
She shook her head. "I know, pathetic. But like I said, we'll be moving out of it soon into somewhere better." Mystique replied. "Feel free to laugh." She added, noticing that Rogue seemed to be holding a laugh in. Hell, Mystique would have laughed herself, but she never laughed. Unless it was some sort of twisted, evil laugh.
"The warehouse is toward the south of New York City. The opposite side of the city as those X-freaks. Come on. It's not that long of a walk." |
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Post by Rogue on Oct 8, 2008 16:41:25 GMT -5
Rogue simply cast a bemused smirk to the older woman when she told her to laugh. Shrugging again, and walking silently. Part of her wanted to correct the X-freaks comment, but if she was going to do this, going to be one of them, she'd have to learn to get over it.
"Well what're we waitin' around here for, lets go!" Rogue piqued in an usually jovial tone for her. She walked along side the woman who had raised her, who had tried to kill her, and now she was beginning to act all paternal again. One could get confused, but who ever really trusted a shape shifter anyways? As they were heading out, a thought occured to Rogue.
"What about clothes n'stuff? I left all my things back at the mansion...No way I'm wearin' this thing everyday," pointing to her thick coat.
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Post by Mystique on Oct 8, 2008 16:56:18 GMT -5
Mystique shook her head, rolling her eyes again, something she seemed to be doing something alot lately. She felt rather odd at the moment, a feeling she could only identify as actually caring. Something she had never really done before, with any of her children. Heck, she had tried to kill them. But Rogue was different - she wasn't Mystique's child biologically, but damned close enough.
"You seem rather excited about things then." She commented lightly as they walked, heading toward the exit of the park.
Mystique thought about this for a moment, knowing Rogue was right. She glanced at the teenager for a moment, as if trying to guess her clothing size.
"I think you're about Wanda's size, so maybe she could lend you some. Or actually, I think I have some buried deep back in my closet from before this," She paused, gesturing at her scaly blue body. "Happened. So they'd probably fit you. Or we could even go shopping. Whichever." |
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Post by Rogue on Oct 8, 2008 17:49:48 GMT -5
"Well why wouldn't I be? Finally I don't gotta be submissive and treat the people who hate me like they're superior." Her brow furrowed slightly. She never did agree with how much the Professor just let humans treat him like garbage. He could screw up their minds in an instant, and they still disrespected him. Worse of all he let them, and seemed happy about it. No way would that be her. This whole train of thought slung her into a quiet, sullen mood, most of the joviality fading into a brooding frown.
"Wanda? Who n'the hell is Wanda?" she spat, then sighed. "Don't go buy anything on accounta me. I'll wear whatever you got, and this Wanda person's things if they ain't too ugly."
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Post by Mystique on Oct 8, 2008 18:07:32 GMT -5
"You're right. You don't deserve to be treated like that. If you ever feel like going out and getting revenge for it, you can do it now. Or tell me and I'll do it." Mystique replied, smirking at the thought.
"Wanda is Erik's daughter. Scarlet Witch, most call her." She explained quietly. "Just make sure don't to tick her off. And I honestly don't care if you want to go shopping." She added. "Because I'm still not positive about my clothes fitting you or you liking them. But hey - whatever you want." |
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