Welcome Back [Rogue/Open]

[Mystique]

Mystique led Rogue in through the backdoor, which opened up into the kitchen. She couldn't just come waltzing in with Rogue behind her through the front door, because that was liable to get her and Rogue both attacked. She'd have to explain things - not fully, as usual - and force them to not attack Rogue, or face the consequences.

"Are you hungry?" Mystique asked, glancing back at her. "If you are, you can eat and then we can go up and get you some new clothes. Or we can go up now and eat later, or eat and try on clothes at teh same time." Mystique said, listing off the possibility of conversations.

"Take your pick. They're aren't exactly rules around here, so you can pretty much do what you'd like. Just don't tick Erik off, don't kill any of the other Brotherhood unless you have to, and that's about it."

[Rogue]

Mystique led her through some old abandoned looking place, and into what she could only assume was the back door. Great. Already not welcome. Glancing around the kitchen, a stark contrast from that of the Mansion..her nose wrinkled up. "Y'all actually eat in here?" On a second glance, she shook her head. "No, not hungry, but don't suppose you got anything to drink?"

wandering across the kitchen, eyes drifitng to the ceiling which was equally disgusting as the floors. Mystique was going off about clothes or something, Rogue wasn't paying much attention. "I can go through your things later..." she said, focus finally returning to the blue woman. "Can always alter the clothes to fit. 'Sides I kinda like the vintage look."

She smirked at the last rule, "I am assuming that rule is objective?" eyebrow raised. Although she'd probably never kill anyone, she might wish to hurt them a little, or a lot.

[Mystique]

"Yeah, there's plenty to drink." Mystique said, opening the door to the refridgerator and gesturing for her to pick whatever she wanted. "Help yourself.

"And to answer your question, no. At least, I don't eat in here. I prefer the solitude of my room. And if you want, you don't have to sleep with the other members either, because they all sleep in one big room." Mystique continued. "You can stay in my room, or in the other spare room between mine and Erik's."

"And of course that rule is objective. All rules here are objective. It's why they're not really referred to as rules."

[Rogue]

Rogue inspected the fridge, avoiding a greenish, what she hoped was, juice, and opted for a coke. Twisting it open and taking a slow drink, finding it not to be toxic or poison, and taking another.

"Share a room with the boys?" She laughed, "no thanks." Taking another drink and nodding, jumping at the chance to have her own room. "I'll take the spare room. Ain't had my own room since I left Mississippi."

Rogue pulled out one of the many chairs, dusting it off, and sitting down in it. She was starting to settle in a bit more, this place wasn't so bad when it wasn't in comparison to where the X-men lived. "Kinda disappointing not to have any rules..." smirking deviously, "don't got anything to break."

Rogue recline back in her seat, having another drink from the coke, "so where are all these prized Brotherhood members anyways?"

[Mystique]

Once Rogue had grabbed what she wanted, Mystique let the door swing shut before reaching into the cabinet above it, grabbing a box and pulling out a granola bar. She wasn't hungry, but she knew she would be later, and she didn't feel like coming back downstairs later, when everyone else would be in here. Ripping off the wrapper, she began to chow down on it.

"Well then, it's your lucky day. I don't think the room's been used since.....ever....so you can decorate it or anything how you like. If you want it a different color or something, let me know and I'll get paint." She offered. Mystique was actually being nice - she pretty much figured it deserved an award, because she was never nice. Well, she was trying to be now, but only to Rogue. Screw the rest of them.

"But it makes it all the more fun, because you can do much more than you could do at that school." Mystique smirked, leaning against the table instead of sitting. She wasn't one to sit - or stay in place for too long.

She jerked her head in the direction of the wall, deeper into teh warehouse. "Asleep. You won't hear most of them until the sun is about to go down. Their primetime is usually at night."

[gambit]

Alright, so being part of the ruling party of an entire city had its benefits, but it was seriously cutting into his takes. He was uncertain of his boundaries here in New York City, and venturing outside at the moment could prove dangerous for any lone mutant, and to be quite frank, Gambit was itching for one good heist. It always cleared his head, gave him complete focus.

Now he couldn’t steal, couldn’t fight... who would have thought that working for Magneto could be so constricting?

Wandering from the sleeping quarters to the common room, Remy heard voices coming from the direction of the kitchen and quickly altered his path. His steps were silent as he moved, stopping just outside the door.

"so where are all these prized Brotherhood members anyways?" he heard an unfamiliar southern voice ask before the almost metallic reply of Mystique followed.

“Not all o’ us,” the Cajun spoke as he rounded the doorcasing to step into the kitchen. “I knew I felt m’ ears burnin’.”

Not even bothering to acknowledge Mystique, he instead focused his attention on the apparent new recruit. Now she was a looker.

“Now what’s a belle femme like y’self doin’ in a place like dis?” he asked with his most charming grin, red on black eyes meeting hers.

[Rogue]

Mystique was offering to buy her clothes, now paint...this new wave of parental caring, or whatever the hell it was, was extremely unnerving. Nodding to her with a smile, "yeah, I'll be sure to let you know."

"Will be kinda nice not to have to go to classes n'be forced into trainin' exercises.." she agreed, finishing off the bottle of soda and tossing it across the room towards the trash can. "Asleep?" Rogue questioned, seeing that the sun was set in the sky, figuring it to be about 5 o'clock in the evening. "Well whatever floats their boats I guess," she added with a shrug.

Just then a boy, presumably the one Mystique had mentioned by the accent he spoke in, walked in. Rogue gave him a friendly and hospitable smile, despite the fact this was his home before hers. He was already talking, looking her way and flashing a grin. His eyes took her by surprise somewhat, but you live long enough with Mystique, Nightcrawler, and Mr. Summers, you don't quiet get taken off guard so easily by such things.

"Same thing you are." Rogue said with a challenging smile, giving him a once over, then looking to Mystique. "lemme guess, the southern pain in the ass you seem bent on me liking?" Turning back to the older boy and extending a gloved hand. "Rouge."

[Mystique]

"We have a training room though if you ever feel the need to kick someones ass or something along those lines." She said with a smirk, cracking her fingers at the thought. She hadn't fought anyone for days, and it was really getting to her. She missed fighting.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." Mystique commented at Remy as he entered. He seemed to ignore her though, which she really had no problem with. Folding her arms over her chest as she leaned against the counter, she snorted at Rogue's question.

"Yeah, that would be him."

[gambit]

Flicking his eyes over to Mystique, Remy raised on questioning eyebrow though it got lost beneath his dishevelled hair. Not only had she told this vision about him, but apparently the words had been favourable? Apart from the ‘pain in the ass’ part, of course.

“Been talkin’ me up, Mystique? I knew all dat hostility was jus’ a front,” he drawled, throwing a grin in Mystique’s direction before crossing the kitchen and taking Rogue’s hand. Instead of shaking it, though, he bent his head low and, bringing her hand up to his lips, kissed the smooth material of the glove briefly.

“Enchanté, chère,” he said smoothly, before raising his head again to look at her. Rogue? That was an unusual name. Must have been a code name. “De name is Gambit, but m’ friends call me Remy. Remy LeBeau.”

[pyro]

Pyro hadn't been sleeping, he'd been wandering the streets... where he came across Bobby Drake... and the worst thing was... he'd been right. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill him.

He stepped in to room flicking his lighter, hoping to get something from the kitchen, a place that wasn't as well stocked as Xavier's since most of the criminals in the brotherhood would take all the food out of the place first.

He stopped when he saw Mystique and Gambit talking to someone.

Eyes narrowing.

Bobby Drake's girlfriend... what the hell was she doing here?

He walked up to her with a sneer. "You lost?" He asked. "Because the hero camp is that way" he pointed in some random direction, getting in her face and shoving Gambit aside. He didn't know who the guy thought he was talking to... but he certaintly wasn't going to be happy to know.

"So who let in the spy?" He looked at all of them suspiciously.

[Rogue]

Rogue grinned when the boy kissed her hand in greeting, looking over to Mystique. "You didn't tell me he was such a gentleman..." turning the attention back to 'Gambit' with an enchanted smile. "Well Remy LeBeau, I suppose my friends call me Marie."

All the enchanment was shattered however when a familiar, and unhappy, voice broke the moment. "Nice to see you too Johnny." Rogue said rolling her eyes. She flinched when he shoved Gambit away to get in her face.

"Spy?" She repeated, growing indignant. Marie stood, so that she stood toe to toe with him, "I think you might wanna take a step back, Pyro." Rogue threatened, slowly pulling her glove off.

[Mystique]

"Because he usually isn't." Mystique muttered.

She rolled her eyes at Pyro as he entered the room - the temperature seemed to rise a very degrees. "Watch who you're talking to there, Hothead. That's my daughter." She growled, eyes flashing again. "I'm the one that brought her here, so I suggest you shut your mouth before I do it for you." She stated, galncing at Rogue as she began to take off her glove. A frown briefly crossed her lips as she thought of pulling the two of them apart, but didn't move.

"And I'm not going to stop her if she decides to touch you."

[gambit]

“Marie. Now dat be a belle name...” Remy began to compliment the girl until St. John suddenly entered the room, all hostility and aggression, and actually pushed the Cajun aside. Ready to push right back, the other boy’s words gave him pause. A spy?

Standing back and just watching the scene unfold, the more words that were spoken only seemed to raise more questions. Rogue and Pyro obviously knew each other from somewhere, and shared some bad blood. And Mystique was... her mother? Now that one he hadn’t seen coming. The woman had never struck him as the maternal type. Then there was the threat of Rogue touching Pyro. The gloves were coming off, literally.

“Now, now. Dat ain’ no way t’ treat a lady,” he finally stepped back in, placing one hand on Pyro’s shoulder. “Maybe best t’ hear her out firs’, non? After all, all mutants ‘spose t’ be welcome in dis new city, non?”

[pyro]

He flinched when Rogue called him Johnny. He hated that name. But didn't dare step back when she took off her glove. There was no way he was going to look afraid of someone like her.

"Your daughter? Some family resemblance!"

That actually explained a lot though. A heck of a lot. She wasn't like Bobby, went they went to his house with his perfect family. She'd been abandoned at Xavier's just like he had. Some people just had the Brotherhood in their genes, and for Pyro there were no other options. There was more to Rogue than obeying Professor X. Deep down he knew it. He just didn't know why someone like her wasted her time with someone like Bobby. It got at him, much like everything nowdays seemed to do.

He shrugged Gambit off.

"So what everyone gets in the Brotherhood now? There's no freaking 'golden tickets' to find on the inside of the wrapper?" He cast her a hateful glance and then turned to Mystique. "Don't you coming running to me when she goes back to do-gooder Bobby and tells him everything that goes on here. Cause I told you so."

He slipped past them both and went for the fridge. Nothing. Just as he expected. He took out some stale milk and sniffed it, throwing it in the trash.

"And Rogue is hardly a lady" he told Gambit with a roll of his eyes. "She could fry you in a second for saying that." For some reason he still felt a bit of loyalty to her. But it had nothing to do with the reason why he couldn't kill Bobby. Nothing.

[Rogue]

"So what joining the Brotherhood is now an excuse for turning into a jerk?" She shot back to Pyro, glove fully off now. It didn't matter who's daughter she was or who's girl she may have once been, ain't nobody gonna treat her like that.

"I ain't going back, Pyro. I can't. I'm jus' like you. So maybe you should get offa your high horse n'relax before someone gets hurt."

She glared at him hatefully through slits for eyes as he went to the fridge, and didn't find anything. Smirking at the thought of having had the last coke. Seeing as how he seemed to back down, she put her glove back on and pushed her hair out of her face.

Crossing her arms, and turning her back on him as he went off about how she wasn't a lady. Turning her attention back to the other two in the room. "He's just jealous cos he couldn't never get a girl to go out him." She laughed sardonically, and moved for the stairs. "I'm gonna go see m'new room."