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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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"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."

Edited 2010-03-21 23:24 (UTC)

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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