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Anna-Marie D'Ancanto "Th' name's Rogue" An XMCU RP blog, with some 616 canon Please read About and Rules before Interaction

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PSA

This is a notice to all my followers:

I do not care if we have never spoken before. I don’t care if you’ve been following me for 10 minutes or sense i started the blog. If you want to send me a meme please do! what better way to break the ice? I’m not even kidding guys, if you want to send it, do it. I can guarantee you, you’ll be making my day by doing it.

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Go anon and pretend to be my character’s child

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Bonus points if you hint at who the father/mother is. 

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Age Difference Starter Sentences

"Are you even old enough to be here?"

"What did I tell you about coming here? You're too young."

"Age is but a number."

"Will you just drop my age and go on one measly date?"

"If I was just a few years older, I'd marry you."

"You can't tell anyone about this."

"You're too young for me."

"You're too old for me."

"Hey, I'm over 18. It's perfectly legal."

"My feelings for you mean more to me than your age."

"Ask me again when you're done with high school/college."

"I'm old enough to be your mother/father--okay, maybe not THAT old, but still!"

"This isn't a lifetime movie, I could get into some serious trouble."

"I didn't know you were that young!"

"So I may have lied a bit about my age.."

"This never happened."

"You're not being professional."

"I'm not a kid, you know. Stop treating me like one."

"So you like older men/women, huh?"

"Go home, your parents are probably wondering where you are."

"I'm a lot more mature than you think."

"I don't know if I can handle this."

"But think about it, in ten years it won't even look like that big of an age difference!"

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For the purpose of character-building, feel free to send an ask regarding anything you would like to know about my character.

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        “ I'm used to minds leaving their muddy fingerprints all over mine...

                                               but that was something." 

[didntsayyes]

[forgivenunforgottens]

   “And a great deal more if you’ll give me a moment of your time.” There’s already more than a coin being held out to the girl. While Erik might have preferred to rely on the goodness of his pitch, in some cases he’d come to learn that money does indeed speak. Whatever means to a brighter future, or so he comforted himself with the thought. But there’s hope.    “Just a moment. Nothing more.”

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He'd offered her a fair bit, and her hand reached up, offering itself, flat, with the cup she’d obtained from a dumpster.  He just wanted some of her time....to which Anna’s only response was, “’s long as ya don’ touch me.....y’can talk all ya like, Mister.”  She didn’t mind letting him talk to her, as long as she got the money out of the deal.  Money meant she could eat....Eating meant survival, and if nothing else, little Rogue was intent on survival.

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[PANIC]

They’d had one of their fights not a month before.  Not a month before, she’d told him to go to hell…again.  How many times had she done that at this point?  More than she could count.  However, one mission went wrong and she was reduced to this, one of the minds from the mutant she’d touched clinging to her like a bad dream, infecting every thought, every waking moment….enough to terrify Anna Marie into slipping into his room at an hour that most would deem far too late.  She couldn’t breathe.  Every draw in was labored, heavy, like she couldn’t quite manage around her own throat.  Her hands clung to the wall, and she could distinctly feel each muscle shaking.

She was quivering like a newborn cat, closing her eyes tightly, lips parting and managing all of one word, “R-….r-…..remy…”

[jackofallspcdes]

Jesus, she sounded terrible. As her legs gave out Remy sat up, already half out of the bed. This…this wasn’t just some night terror or emotional break. No, he knew the signs, he’d seen them before. Anna had touched somebody. Her skin had met theirs, and for longer than could be explained by an accident. Which meant she’d likely done it intentionally. Which meant a fight. Which meant everyone involved had already been emotionally charged, which always made it worse.

Her words just confirmed his guess. By the time she’d finished talking Remy was already up, pulling the sheet off his bed and dragging it over to wrap it around her as he picked her up. He all but cocooned her in it, even pulling part of the fabric over her head like a hood before carrying her to the bed and laying down with her. The sheet would keep any accidents from occurring - and handily also kept her arms pinned to her sides to prevent too much unconscious flailing - while still letting him hold her, giving her something to focus on.

“I gotcha, chére,” he said softly, holding her tightly to him. “You jus’ focus on Remy now, hein? He right here, ain’t gon’ let nothin’ happen.” Hell, his voice might not help - he knew he was in her head somewhere too - but hopefully his physical presence would. “You gon’ be a'right, ma Marie…you gon’ be jus’ fine.”

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She let out a noise as he finally cocooned her in the blanket...sheet....and then clung to her.  The way he held her meant that she was unable to move, which was probably a good thing.  His voice was one of the ones that was the loudest....In her head, that was.  His voice, darker than the one that whispered near her ear.  She struggled up from the sea of melding minds, her hazel eyes turning to him, head shifting just a little bit closer.  He smelled....kind of like bourbon and gasoline....a touch of something more....sharp, and Brick Dust.  She blamed this on his free running habit.

Focusing on his smell, and the warmth of him, helped for her to slightly pull out of her hole...out of the pit that was pulling her deeper, “Remy...” His name, one word.....She knew that he should have kicked her out....instead, she was being soothed, told it was all okay.  Hearing him call her his Marie also helped a bit, knowing well.  He was the ONLY one that could use that name alone.

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( forgivenunforgotten )

She was going insane.  That was the only explanation for everything that was going on in her head, and Anna Marie was in the middle of nowhere.  Curling into her tattered coat, the young homeless child found herself begging on the side of the street for money, trying to ignore the voice of the man she’d touched earlier that day....all by accident.  A mutant teen on the street, hungry, and cold...the last thing she expected was someone to actually approach her.  His presence made her head lean up, hazel eyes meeting his...”Go’ a coin t’ spare...?”

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Anna’s Musings;;

“You shouldn’ be lookin’ forwards t’ the day I get control...

                    You should be afraid of the day it stops hurtin’.”

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[PANIC]

They’d had one of their fights not a month before.  Not a month before, she’d told him to go to hell…again.  How many times had she done that at this point?  More than she could count.  However, one mission went wrong and she was reduced to this, one of the minds from the mutant she’d touched clinging to her like a bad dream, infecting every thought, every waking moment….enough to terrify Anna Marie into slipping into his room at an hour that most would deem far too late.  She couldn’t breathe.  Every draw in was labored, heavy, like she couldn’t quite manage around her own throat.  Her hands clung to the wall, and she could distinctly feel each muscle shaking.

She was quivering like a newborn cat, closing her eyes tightly, lips parting and managing all of one word, “R-….r-…..remy…”

[jackofallspcdes]

She was in luck. Not a month before, Remy had left the school as he always did after they’d had a serious fight and headed for parts unknown. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going or when he’d be back; he never did, especially after Anna had broken things off again. But as fortune would have it, he’d just gotten back in that evening, slipping in through the window of the room kept aside for his use and keeping to himself. At least, until his door opened at a ridiculous hour and he looked up to see Anna going to pieces mere feet from his bed.

A part of him wanted to snap, to toss off some smart remark, but no…now wasn’t the time. Whatever was bothering her was serious; Anna didn’t act like this over nothing. “I’m here,” he said quietly, shifting to make room for her to sit on the bed if she wanted. In other circumstances he might have gotten up, pulled her to him, but if she was this worked up then her power had likely gotten a little unpredictable…best to let her set the distance until she calmed down. “Y'gon’ be a'right…”

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“I ain’t...”Came the hoarse whisper, knees collapsing beneath her, arms barely managing to absorb some of the impact as she simply rested.  There was no way she could get back to her feet.  She couldn’t.  It was impossible.  The voices swirled around her head, screaming like angry spirits, enraged by the new timbre that rose the most clearly to the fore...trying to push his way forwards.  Anna knew she only had a tenuous hold on control, and that was why she looked up, hazel eyes desperately searching for Remy’s own.  She needed some kind of anchor, and fast.

“He’s so loud...”  It was, again, raw...almost like she’d been screaming, as she oft did when using her power.  That ability rampant and wild, was more painful than a bullet wound....and Anna Marie D’Ancanto would know, “He won’ go away....an’ ‘s makin’ the others...so...loud...”  She felt insane...Like she should be nothing more than locked up....tied down like a madwoman....away from everyone, where she could do no harm.

[mutantmasterofmagnetism]

“I have a proposition for you, Rogue,” he said, giving her a conspiratorial smile. He took a seat, his hands folded in his lap. Out of his costume, without his helmet, he looked totally non-threatening - which, of course, was his intent. “Whatever you may think of my methods - and I would not blame you for despising them - you must know that I and Charles have a common goal. All I want is a future for our people.”

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“Y’ gonna have t’ forgive me f’r not sittin’.” She hissed, knowing better than to take Erik of all men at face value.  Her hands tensed in her gtloves, eyes not leaving his face for a moment as he tried to tell her that he and Charles were anything alike.  A bitter snort escaped her, and she looked away, “....You ain’t nothin’ like Charles Xavier.  I gotta wonder what makes ya think you got anythin’ yt’ say t’ me that ain’t already been said...You don’ want nothin’ but our race over theirs.”  Her lips quirked down in a frown and she leaned, only slightly, against the wall, watching him much as one would watch a predator in their midst.

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[PANIC]

They’d had one of their fights not a month before.  Not a month before, she’d told him to go to hell...again.  How many times had she done that at this point?  More than she could count.  However, one mission went wrong and she was reduced to this, one of the minds from the mutant she’d touched clinging to her like a bad dream, infecting every thought, every waking moment....enough to terrify Anna Marie into slipping into his room at an hour that most would deem far too late.  She couldn’t breathe.  Every draw in was labored, heavy, like she couldn’t quite manage around her own throat.  Her hands clung to the wall, and she could distinctly feel each muscle shaking.

She was quivering like a newborn cat, closing her eyes tightly, lips parting and managing all of one word, “R-....r-.....remy...”

[jackofallspcdes]

"Don’ need t’change t’do dat." Remy smirked, tossing the towel onto the chair. He had little care for modesty, even at a school, and really as long as the important bits stayed covered who cared what he wore to swim? The only thing that might hold him back were the scars that lay hidden beneath his clothing - scars that weren’t anything new to her, but that no one else save perhaps Logan and Ororo at the school had ever actually seen - and with Anna inviting him to go swimming…well. He could get over that.

He stood up, pulling his shirt off and tossing it beside the towel on the chair. His jeans - along with his shoes and socks - followed, leaving him standing in just his underwear. That left most of the scarring across his body bared to anyone who cared to see, something that actually had him a little on edge, but he concealed it well by offering her his hand. His bare hand, stretched out for hers. Remy would be lying if he denied the presence of a few butterflies in his stomach. “Y’wanted t’swim, ma chére?”

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God, he looked good with his shirt off.  A small grin curved over her lips and she studied his figure....every scar, every line, and she knew them.  However....seeing him in just those boxers made her grin, and then giggle softly.  Her hand moved to take his, slowly, delicately.  Their first true skin on skin contact and it made her heart jump in her chest.  Electric.  She let her body slowly stand, showing off just a bit.  Every lithe, muscled inch of herself....all his, and he knew it.  However, as soon as she was up, her hand pulled away from his, “Y’damn right I wanna swim Lebeau.”  And with that, she was in the ppol.

 A leap, a dive, splashing into the cool water and letting the new feeling run across flesh, her nerves tingling at the new feeling.

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The kiss surprised him, making him pull back to blink down at her for a moment. They’d only made contact twice before, once the first time he’d left the mansion after they’d gotten together and once a few months back, when she’d demonstrated the control she’d managed to gain over her power. And now a third time. His arms tightened around her reflexively, every inch of him craving more. Put a leash on it, Lebeau…"What, y’don’ carry quarters anymore? They’s payphones at mos’ gas stations…" A sudden thought hit him. "How th’hell’d you get out this far anyway? Don’ you go tellin’ me you went hitchhikin’…"

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She blinked in surprise in turn, as he pulled her closer still, and she could not e the tension in every part of his figure.  Ah.....This was why relationships were hard...harder still so near him...knowing she couldn’t touch....Couldn’t ive him what....he might want.  Taking a breath, she smiled awkwardly, “Didn’ pass any between rides.”  And that answered his last question.  Of course she hitchhiked.  Anna was a nightmare as a driver, and she honestly hated it...not to mention she didn’t own a one of the cars in the garage at the mansion, “Look....I got here, didn’ I?  Do we gotta question it?”