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Who Rogue

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Where The Institute
When Friday March, 19th- early afternoon
Warning Confusion? Tension? idek
Summary Rogue finds Remy
Format Whatever works~

Rogue found that once she was in the air... the lay out of the place made a lot more sense. Green eyes scanning around, she found her route and started making way to the "Institute". This was so surreal. What was this place, and why were so many of the X-Men ported here... and from different times no less?

Everyone spoke to her so casually... as if they had already made this place their new home. She wasn't sure if it was all an illusion or mind trick... but what she figured was it was best to roll with it with cautious optimism. Hope for the best, accept what has happened, and if something goes wrong: a couple of good sturdy punches would give her a jumping start of fighting her way out. But it all seemed so real. It had to be real.

She found the Institute in no time, and landed to the ground. Brushing her hair off her shoulder, she looked around. Remy. Where was he...? Was he really here too?

Rogue let out a breath. It would be just her luck to have him here. She wanted to have a less than positive reaction to that... but even with everyone else that had contacted her since her arrival, she was glad that out of all those voices that Cajun was one of them. Whatever that meant.

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God, he'd been nervous. Nervous. Him, of all people! Remy leBeau, the Cajun Casanova, le Diable leBlanc -- it seemed almost laughable! Him, nervous. He paced for awhile, thinking about what to do, about what to say to Rogue -- not his Rogue, of course, but. Maybe his Rogue, in a way; she was from his world, but not his time period. -- before she arrived. It was -- this city was so disorienting! So jarring! He could've dealt with Apocalypse arriving better than Anna.

Once she touched down onto the Institute's grounds, the Cajun stopped. He'd been expecting -- not his Ana, of course, but he had been expecting her -- beautiful, gorgeous, complicated her -- and there Ana was, exactly as he imagined. The years between them didn't even seem to matter anymore. He leaned against the wall next to one of the double-doors leading into the Institute, giving Ana a V-for-victory sign as she neared.

"And 'ere I was t'inkin' ya might wanna avoid me first time 'round here."

Rogue saw him... and immediately she knew that something was different about him. She had seen him just the other day...but now he seemed... shoot, she couldn't even put her finger on it. She folded her arms across her chest, smirking slightly. "Don't think Ah didn't consider it... but Ah think Ah've avoided you enough." For several months to be exact... in her timeline anyway.

Truth was, she could've just gone to see Cyclops and got all her answers. Why was she meeting with Remy instead? ...Maybe she felt that if this was a trick of some sort, she might be able to find out through him. Anyone else could tell her whatever she wanted to hear... Remy, though he had his secrets, he had signals she could read. If this was all a trick, she would find out easier by talking with him. ..Or, simply put, maybe she just missed him. There was a comfort she got from knowing he was there too, and it bothered her to no end. She walked over. She didn't even know what to say to him. She was so sure she knew the night before... but she wasn't even sure if this was her Remy.

But... did it matter? Whether it was hers or not... she still felt the same about him. She let out a frustrated breath and shoved at him lightly on the shoulder. "Why do yah gotta be so damn irritatin'?" Unfortunately, whatever may have happened, she was certain that was true past, present and future.

Remy chuckled at the familiarity of it all. Even with a time difference, she still remains Rogue, that girl who couldn't quite ever say what she felt unless he coaxed it out of her. He noticed that something was on her mind as she walked, that something -- well, something bothered her, and he wasn't arrogant enough to think that it was all him. If he remembered correctly -- which he hoped he did -- Ana still hadn't yet discovered the joys of interdimensional travel. This place must've been a logistics nightmare fo her.

He mockingly held up a hand to his shoulder, wincing rather exaggeratedly. "I t'ink ya confusin' irritation fer charm, chère." Another laugh. "I'll forgive ya, though. Dis time."

"Oh please," Rogue rolled her eyes, given she did it with a smile on her face and a small, amused breath. Well, if this wasn't the Remy from her time, he sure drove her crazy the same way. Was it a good thought to consider Remy hardly changed if this one wasn't hers? At the time being... yes. That was good. Very good. Later on along the road, who knew? "How generous of yah. Ah s'pose as long as y' forgive me...." She looked back at him, still smiling.

"So what's all this about this place bein' New York? Ah really don't know about that." It had the same layout of New York... but already with the people she had seen on her way over... the population was definitely NOT your typical New York. She really wished someone would tell her what was going on already. She got the alternate universe thing. Sure. Heck, she'd even give in to the multiple timeline thing. But they were brought there to help? Are they being tested? Who made that machine? ...Yeah, she wasn't about to reveal she was really nervous about this place, or at least was going to try her hardest to hide the fact she was. She wasn't sure if she could trust the people around her, needless to say the ground beneath her.

Ah, that was the trick of it. Explaining what was going on, what they were here for. Even Remy didn't get all of the hows and whys of it yet: he knew the basics, of course. Everyone did. They were drafted to help change this place for the better, and the porter occasionally drew in about a thousand other clueless people and homicidal villains to muddle it up. He sighed, leaning against the wall behind him, his arms crossing at his stomach.

"Truth be told, fille, I don't got all the answers, just some. Don't t'ink no one's figured dis place out one-hundred percent yet." He offered her a smile. "All we do know is dat we here t'make some kinda difference, jus' like back home. Place is outta whack wit' villains and de like, and de police can barely keep up wit' it all."

That was more information anyone had given her about the situation and at the moment, that was good enough. No reason asking for more, if that was all Remy knew. "Well, so glad Ah volunteered." She joked a little brushing her hair back, shaking her head.

"So..." She was at a loss here. Where she was at with Remy back home... things were hard as it was. "...what now?" She was being vague... and honestly, she didn't mind what way Remy took it.

"It's always nice t'be asked t'save de world for once, non? Beats always bein' dragged int'a de mud when it ain't Mardi Gras." Another laugh, followed by Remy gently pushing himself off the wall and dusting his backside off. "Now dat you here, I'm sposin' Scott might want t'debrief ya about all de 'official' nonsense that de X-men got goin' on nowadays, tch."

His expression darkened a tad at the mentioning of their fearless leader, his ever-prevalent smile falling a good inch before perking up again. Scott and Remy -- well, there was enough history there for Rogue to know something had to be bothering Gambit, but she certainly couldn't have known that he was the father of their child, could she? Scott wouldn't have been that inconsiderate.

Though...He shook his head, then let out another little laugh. "I could always give ya de grand tour, if ya up for it?"

"Yeah, Scott already's expectin' me t' meet up with him later." Rogue nodded. She noticed the slight change in features once Cyclops was brought up, but figured it'd be best that she stay out of it...Curiosity was one heck of a beast, though. "Ah s'pose Ah don't mind re-visitin' 'New York'. Let's get a move on." She smiled at him, turning back towards the street.

She did give him a sideways glance. "...Ah hate askin' but...is somethin' wrong?" She paused with a slight laugh. "Ah mean, besides the obvious."

He held up his hands, pushing air at her. "Woah; woah dere. I meant de Institute, not New York proper." he chuckled, and scratched the back of his neck. "Dat's really more of an evenin's tête-à-tête den t'go roamin' it right now, easy as ya please."

Was he ignoring the Scott question? Undoubtedly. But some things were better left quiet and forgotten at the moment -- namely children. Especially children.

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Rogue stopped and turned around towards him. "Oh.. well, alright." She laughed a little. She was a bit eager, it seemed, to explore this new place. In the end it wasn't a bad idea to know her new home a little better.. and she nodded, walking towards the door.

She noticed he was dodging, which made her blood boil a bit. What else was new? But, maybe it was best not to push. They were getting along alright, she'd hate to poke the pooch if it didn't need to be poked. Yet anyway.

Remy covered his mouth to keep from laughing too hard. That certainly was Ana, always eager to get her bearings and explore before facing whatever music Scott would be playing.

"After you, chere." He opened one of the double doors leading into the Institute's foyer, bowing at the hip as he did so. No reason he couldn't be a proper Southern Gentleman^(R) around her.

"Oh brother." Rogue laughed, shaking her head a bit to herself and walked ahead. "We're openin' doors now. Y'all ain't tryin' to butter me up now are yah?" She waited for him, since after all -- she had no idea where she was going. "Because Ah'm sure yah well know, you owe me more than a couple open doors." He was always the more-or-less chivalrous type, at least around her... and she knew he wasn't doing anything different than what he'd normally do, but she was still going to give him a hard time.

"Nah, I jus' like watchin' ya walk ahead me at dis angle," he replied, chuckling as the door shut closed behind him. "Gives a man room t' -- ah, admire how graceful ya are."

It was a good thing she hadn't been facing him when he spoke, because, oh lord was the look on his face lecherous. In an effort to not give her enough time to recuperate, he started his tour off rather suddenly, hastily stepping up to her side, his jacketed arm threading around hers at the elbow.

"Dis is de new an improved copy'a Xavier's Institute f'Higher Learning. Scott's de headmaster wit' Emma Frost -- don't know if ya remember her, but she's an X-man too, an datin' Scott t'boot -- and dere's somet'ing like twenty of de X-men lvin' here at any given moment."

"Wh-! Rem-" Rogue started at his lecherous comment, only to have him begin the tour. She laughed, giving him a light nudge with her elbow. She'd make him pay for that later.

Rogue listened in, absorbing the information. Lordy, she really was stepping into another dimension wasn't she? "Well, twenty ain't bad." She looked down the hallways, then back to him. "Emma an' Scott?... Ah s'pose stranger things have happened." She shrugged her shoulders.

He took the elbow with gusto, using it as leverage to get just that much closer to Ana. "You tellin' me, fille. At least we ain't as cooped up here as we are on Magneto's ol' Asteroid."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a slight sliver of unease run up his spine. Was he really going to explain everything that had happened? The Decimation, the Civil War, the Skrull Invasion -- all of the events that had made mutantkind even more feared and reviled by the rest of the world? Was he going to explain how Jean had died, again?

A change of topic was definitely in order.

"Alright, where we gonna go first?" he quickly blurted, covering the change of topic with a hip bump. "We don't have a Danger Room, so I can't take ya on a round de world tour jus' yet."

He got closer... and she wanted to push him away. Lord, make up your mind already... she thought to herself. Her own thoughts were quickly interrupted by Remy's comment. "Wh-..." Her eyes grew slightly, brows knitting together. Magneto's.... what?

He jumped ahead, trying to change topic again... but Rogue wasn't going to let this slide. She was rolling with this enough. She stopped, sliding her arm away from his. "...Remy." Rogue turned towards him. It was clear he wasn't the one from her time... and maybe something had happened. She didn't care, but she wasn't going to pretend she didn't hear him. "...Ah'm... gonna be honest with yah, an' Ah hope you'll do the same f' me." She looked at him intently. "... Ah ain't expectin' to hear everythin' from you... Ah'm not even gonna ask." She folded her arms across her chest. "Ah'll let well alone... If y' think yah need to tell me somethin', do it... but..." Her eyes drifted away. "Don't pretend, even for a second, that Ah'd prefer to be lied to..."

He'd been trying to hard to let things on without explaining them. It was a bad habit of his -- the mystery, the edging on; he should've known that this Ana would've been wary of whatever he had to say, especially after taking part in his trial. In Antarctica. Joseph. He tried to keep his smile up, playing at playing off Ana's words as if she had asked him the time of day, the taste of water.

"--It ain't dat I'm lyin', chere. Ya know I wouldn't do dat to ya." He scratched the back of his neck, licking his lips. "S'just dat a lot'a t'ings have changed between...whenever you comin' from and whenever I'm comin' from. I wanna try an ease ya int'a all'a it without scarin' ya t'pieces."

"Ah.." Rogue stopped herself before saying something she didn't have to. It suddenly seemed so unfair that yet again, he had something that he couldn't tell her. It was reasonable for her to get frustrated. With a short breath she looked at him. "Ah... understand." She didn't have to like it though... but that was just her.

She laughed lightly, in slight sarcasm. "As if things weren't complicated enough." She pushed her bangs back, leaning her temple against the palm of her hand. "...Ah'm sorry... it... really came out of nowhere. And there yah were, bein' cute doing your tour."

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Ugh. From the way she held herself, Remy knew that Ana was slowly realizing something was up in a big way. Even if she wasn't saying it, whenever she touched her face he knew she was keeping something she wanted to say hidden from him, telegraphing her unease in a way he hadn't seen her do in years. He fought an oncoming frown, forcing himself to smile and play the charmer yet again.

"Nah, don't worry," he replied, waving her off dismissively. "When we do get de time, I'll fill ya in on all'a de little details." he laugh "-- Can't be much, yeah?"

On the inside, he knew it was more than he was letting on, that anything he told her after his kangaroo trial at the hands of Magnus would blow her mind. After all, the Ana he knew didn't touch, even when under duress. "Sides, I can be cute any day of de week."

Can't be much? She wanted to believe that, but she knew it was never that simple. She was trying not to be bothered much... she knew that Remy was just trying to protect her, and maybe in this case he actually did know better. Unfortunately, she really wasn't in a place to say otherwise. She wanted to trust him. She was slightly reluctant to do so, but she really wanted to.

Rogue laughed a little, letting the tension out. "You kiddin' me? Now don't you go lettin' that get to your head, Cajun." She couldn't help but smile. He was going to milk it, as always, but maybe it was the distraction she wanted.

She walked up beside him. "So... no Danger Room. Where do y'all train then?" Rogue decided to carry on.

"Wherever we can, whenever we can, really. Since Xavier ain't around t'back de Institute financially, we gotta make do wit' what we have." He went along with her change of topic with gusto, keeping to a slightly brisk pace as he made his way from the common room toward their first stop, the kitchen. "It works, for de most part. It ain't like we can complain."

The kitchen was, by and large, a near-replica of the kitchen they had all shared at Xavier's, right down to the wide counter located not a foot from the refrigerator. Warren and Scott had always been sentimentalists.

"Ya want something t'drink? Eat? Dis tour won't be nearly as entertainin' if ya focused on an empty stomach, rather den..." he trailed on purpose, trying to catch Ana's gaze with his, glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. "Well, rather den." He chuckled.

Rogue walked up to the counter, sliding her gloved hand against the surface. "Its crazy how close its to back home." She was surprised Scott managed to pull this all off. Well. Not that surprised, but it was impressive.

When he trailed, he did catch her eyes a good moment before she looked back away; shaking her head silently. "A drink sounds good. Guess the porter killed mah appetite.." She looked back at him with a slight smile. "Give this Southern gal a bit, and Ah'm sure Ah can work one up again." She needed something to give her some energy... she just got here and she had a feeling things were going to be tough for her for a while. She turned, leaning against the counter.

"Scott an Warren did good, far as I figure. De only t'ing really missin' are de burn marks..." he looked underneath the counter momentarily, then tapped it right at the corner. "Right here, from when Bobby tried t'prove he could make mimosas au naturel an Stormy wouldn't have any'a it."

He snickered and went to open the refrigerator, thinking back on how good everything had been, about how he missed how close the X-men were back in the day. Everything seemed so simple, so easy to understand; before the Decimation and the war and...Everything had gone out of whack and no one knew why. It just seemed so unfair.

"Always nice t'hear dere still ain't nothin' dat can get ya down f'too long, chère," he quipped back at her, turning back to face he with a bottle of water in each hand. "You want somet'ing stronger, o dis gonne ba enough f'now?"

"S'pose it was due time for a remodel, but a new world's a little extreme." Rogue joked shrugging her shoulders. She smiled a bit, as if for a moment she felt a bit of that nostalgia Remy felt. Given, it was probably not the same context, but she chuckled a little.

"Somethin' stronger? Shoot, Ah ain't that down." Rogue let out a soft laugh and reached for one of the bottles of water. "Ah got tougher skin than that."

"You know de X-men, we ain't ever do anyt'ing small." He chuckled, and popped the cap off of his water bottle, taking a gulp before continuing. "And dat's good t'hear. Little bit more'a dat bright attitude, and we can maybe get de rest of dis place feelin' alive again."

"Where to next -- de gymnasium o' de garden?"

Rogue opened her bottle and took a drink for herself before turning her head. "...Were yah feeling gloomy, Remy?" She couldn't imagine why. As far as she could tell... this place certainly seemed lively. The Institute was a bit more quiet than she remembered it being, but with twenty of them in comparison to a full house-- that was quite a jump.

She pushed off the counter. "Oh, we even have a garden now~"

He laughed, then held up his hand and measured a small space between his forefinger and thumb. "Jus' about dis much, chère." he explained, slowly walking to the door to continue the tour. "But it's more of'a culture shock t'ing dan anyt'ing else -- you know, like how it was when we all first met de Shi'ar. Different time and place."

Rogue followed with a small laugh. "You're tellin' me." She shrugged her shoulders a little. "Guess stuff like this is jus' gonna happen to us more and more. No other way t' deal with it other than going with it." The more she was thinking about it... the less she was upset about being here. What was waiting for her back home? A mess with Gambit, Joseph complicating things, and an alien empire that needed to be rescued. She wasn't one for trying to take the easy way out... but in comparison to this? If she couldn't go home... she wouldn't complain. "Work with the cards you're dealt, right?"

He snapped his fingers, letting out another one of those honest Southern boy chuckles he was so famous for back home in the Big Easy. "'Xactly," he replied, half-hoping that Rogue was adjusting as well to life here as she said or thought she was. It'd be a mess to try and ease her in to things -- into this place, her future, their future together -- if she wasn't a bit at ease with what had happened to her.

"You got a mind t'stay at de Institute, o...?"

"Ah reckon' there really ain't a heck of a lot of options for me." Rogue responded, shrugging her shoulders. Sure, there were options... but Rogue wasn't sure or comfortable enough with her surroundings to get a place of her own. She might as well stay at the Institute. "At least until Ah get settled, Ah guess." She turned her head towards him.

"..You're stayin' here, right?" She didn't know why she asked that... it wasn't like the thought of him in the Institute would dictate if she was going to stay or go. She had to get used to the idea that this wasn't the same Remy she knew back home -- well, it was and it wasn't-- in any case it wasn't really fair for her to stay sore at him, though it left all these feelings she didn't know what to do with.

He stopped mid-stepped, instinctively reaching up to the scratch the back of his neck. He hadn't meant to inadvertently bring that up, either. "Ah, well, chere..." He looked up, then heaved a sigh. "It's complicated. I ain't stayin' wit' de X-men proper right now because of some disagreements me n' Scott had with how he was runnin' t'ings back home, but I'm still on de team."

His next bit of news wouldn't be any easier to break, either. "Actually, I'm stayin' wit' Lorna in de first Institute dey built."

And there it went. Fire in the hole.

Rogue stopped, blinking at Remy's response. Well, it was just one surprise after another. "Wh..." She knit her brows together. She knew that Remy and Scott didn't see eye to eye often, she was just surprised it might have gotten that far to make Gambit leave. And he was staying with Lorna? She folded her arms across her chest, trying to decide how to even react to that. "Well. Alright then." She spoke, walking ahead, a bit quickly. "... about that garden."

She had to remind herself she didn't have a place to pry into his business. She wanted to, but she wasn't even sure if the Rogue from his time would be in any place to pry either. Outwardly she was clearly bothered, but true to her fashion she pushed it aside.

Oh boy. He ran up to Rogue to try and explain, waving his arms around like a madman. She always had that effect on him -- he turned into a comedian, into a clown for her love, always trying to appease to that side of her that wasn't like Mystique.

"Ana, wait! Wait!" he blurted, trying to grab her by the arm. "It ain't like dat, alright? It's just dat --" Remy closed his mouth, teeth making a clicking noise. He couldn't tell her...He couldn't tell her so much, not just yet. "--It's complicated, alright? We need t'be away from de team right now for different reasons. Dat's it."

Rogue stopped, looking back at Remy. He just... did he... Ana? She let out a breath, eyes meeting his. It was times like these that she wasn't sure whether she should smack him or hug him. A faint smile hinted at her lips, but it quickly faded. Of course it was complicated. It was always complicated.

She turned towards him. "Its fine. As much as Ah hate being left in the dark.. Ah don't think Ah could handle any more light today." Especially since she had the distinct feeling it wasn't good.

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyebrows. "Just don't make me worry about you. That's all Ah need." Rogue pushed a hand against his chest.

Remy found himself reaching for her hand without the implications of the moment fully hitting him, his fingers trying to reach around the soft thing and give it a comforting squeeze. He would obviously tell her everything in time, but as long as she trusted him, as long as she believed in him, there would be time for it later. There would be.

"Chere, dat's one t'ing you know I can't promise," he admitted, looking down at her with a somber look. "But ya know I'll try t'de last t'keep it off your mind. Ain't no force in heaven o'hell dat gonna take me away from ya."

Hours before, back home, she and Remy couldn't stand like this. She wouldn't let him get close enough. The affection felt good though... even though she wanted to move on, time and time again Remy made it hard for her. It was comforting, but frustrating.

"A blessing and a curse." Rogue smiled at him, pulling away.

After all this, a part of her did feel that it was necessary to find Scott and talk to him.... hopefully he'd fill her in a couple things himself so she didn't feel so out of the loop. She looked down the hall. "Funny how this place is so familiar... 'cept Ah'm more lost than I think Ah've ever been." She would need some time to adjust, that was for sure.

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:x postin' from work

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work post XD woot

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