[intangiblepryde]

Kitty had been simply enjoying having her powers back, floating suspended on air molecules twenty feet up. Being able phase at will, not having to worry about whether she really needed a daily use or just wanted it- it was so freeing.

There was just the tiny wrinkle of the frickin’ war going on. Absolute chaos, strong preying on the week, and she couldn’t keep up what with stashing the villains in bubbles underground, rescuing bystanders, etc. Just too many targets.

Then she spotted someone she knew, the shock of white hair recognizable anywhere. Kitty was about ten feet away when she realized that the girl was from the other city, clearly pissy about something, and that was being lunged at with gloves off. The young woman phased, letting the teen pass through her harmlessly, rolling out of the way so Rogue couldn’t make a second swipe.

“Rogue, what the heck! I’m not your enemy, we’re friends, remember?”

[troubledrogue]

"Friends? Us?" She let out a cruel chuckle. "Can't be no camaraderie among X-Men and the Brotherhood."

With a swift flip, Rogue collected the previously discarded knife and darted it at the older girl. "Can't be no friendship with those that choose to save what must perish if her own people are to survive. Why are you fighting' against nature, Pryde? Against your own, when the human race has so rarely shown us any kindness?"

She dashed at her again, stopping only to twirl around her and aim a grip at her neck. She had fought against the girl before, a younger her, that was prone to mistakes and mild ramblings which left her wide open, but this one's age and experience with her intangibility would make for a hard win. All Rogue needed was just the slightest brush of skin against skin, just one tiny slip up.

"You realize, we could be friends, right? If only you had some degree of sense in that airheaded brain a'yours."

[kingmadarauchiha]

Destruction (Event)

     Madara had been given word about a woman who had unique powers that could be of use to him, though finding her was a problem he would begin to wander around until he found someone who fits the description. Curious on to see if she was the one Madara decided to play a little game with her. ‘’Are you the one with the power to take life?’’

  Madara’s Sharingan was already active looking at the inside of her body, unable to find a source of her power until he locked eye contact with her. He folds his arms awaiting for her response, seems that people have abandon the streets. Seems they already knew that the both of them together was not a good sign. 

troubledrogue 

[troubledrogue]

The streets were empty, implying either a dent in the population or that others had been warned to avoid her. Whichever was the case, Rogue was growing bored with no one left in the area.

Perhaps another area would be more entertaining... Or perhaps this man would be...

Her face remained neutral, betraying none of the gut instincts and life long training to eliminate any threat.

It might have been the eyes, with a hint of familiarity as intense as another's she'd known, yet so unlike his, or maybe it was the way he carried himself. Every bit as strong and capable as few others she had met.

“Me? Take life?” She smirked and sauntered closer. As far as she cared to portray, he didn't scare her. “Ah can take much more,f given half the chance.”

[troubledrogue]

Mind benders

[konohaflorist-deactivated201611]

Ino had fought smartly in the chaos, evaded attacks using basic techniques such as the substitution or transformed into a bird or other item until the danger had passed. Evasion was the best strategy, she had learned that from Shikamaru.

However, there was one moment where she heard strangled, warped screams that she couldn’t possibly ignore. The florist had perched on the ledge of a roof, and then that girl had seen her. Guady purple lipstick and short, two-toned hair- her eyes were ringed with the promise of death.

She had robbed somebody’s mind. Ino had felt it in her very bones. It was like watching somebody cannibalise her own jutsu. Instead of entering a body- this girl pulled their consciousness out.

And then the girl had spotted her. With a grace and skill Ino didn’t know a civilian girl could possess, Rogue had managed to close the distance fairly quick. Ino had to distract her with shuriken with explosive tags, and then disappeared using simple illusionary techniques.

She reappeared, hair sticking to her neck at the thought of-

“YOU!” Ino cried, turning the corner to see the Mind Robber. She had seen this girl touch someone and they were left comatose.

Or dead.

Ino’s eyes were narrowed with suspicion and she had surreptitiously slid out a kunai from her holster. It was a good thing the girl’s hands were up. Ino casually glanced her up and down, making sure there were no weapons on her feet or elbows she could use.

“Are you saying I’ve just seen your double?”

It could be true. This one did not smell of blood and smoke as much as the other one had.

[troubledrogue]

The blond had obviously had a run in with her alternate self. There was no other reason why she had such recognition and fear in her eyes, or why she had so slyly slipped out what appeared to be a small knife of sorts.

“Woah, hang on!” The blade the other girl held caught the light in such a way that it's sharp deadliness was well announced and Rogue took a step back. “Y-yeah, you must've just seen my double.”

Judging by the heavy silence that blanketed them, she wondered if said double had evaded her again, but more importantly, she wondered if said double had done anything to leave the blond so shaken. She was whole and well aware of her surroundings, so she doubted she had been touched, but it was possible she had witnessed said double's handiwork.

“Hey... Just calm down, alrigh' Ah ain't gonna hurt you.”  She wondered if reassurance would do much for her. Rogue remembered a time when she herself had been scared for her life and running away. Back then, reassurance from the people she thought were seeking her death was not that helpful. She could only hope the blond was smarter than she had been.

“Ah am Rogue, and Ah can't do anything unless Ah touch you. You saw that, right?” Maybe it would be best to just leave, this girl could handle herself just fine, but there were many others in the city that might not do as well. That, and she really didn't want to see how skilled she was with that thing.

[troubledrogue]

furtiva // troubledrogue

[sinisternocturne]

“Humans are vile. Sin is disgusting. I’m well aware of this, Rogue- or should I call you something else?” Edward moved back, taking a step away- until his back was against the wall. 

“But that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t protect them. I’m willing to help you, because again- you’ve done me no wrong. But.”

He was positively oozing charm now.

“I’m not willing to put innocents in danger. You hate humans for what they’ve done to your kind- mutants- yes? But not all of those humans are from your world, and not all of them are cruel. I know at least one human from my world-”

Knew. She’s one of us now. His face stiffened, but he continued to speak.

“-At least one who’d have no problem with you whatsoever. And in this city people are much more… cosmopolitan. No one cares that I’m a vampire here, Rogue.” 

He took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eyes, trying to be as convincing as possible.

“This place could be home for you. You’re destroying it out of spite. It’s quite justified spite, but it’s still spite. Please think about what you’re doing.” 

[troubledrogue]

She scoffed and slammed her hands up against the wall on either side of him, corralling him and meeting eyes with him.

“And here Ah though you had come to your senses.” Despite the height difference, she kept a steady lock on his ridiculously beautiful eyes. “What does a lion care what the ants think?”

Was he purposefully this softhearted or was there some sin of his own he was making up for? Either way, he needed to stop. He had been gifted with his abilities, and as she realized he could pick up on everything that crossed her head, she was faced with a choice. Not that she really cared that he could figure out her entirety, but the initial invasion created an instinctual anger which she only barely managed to reel in.

She took a deep breath and cleared her head.

No more calculating what was already hardwired and second nature.

“Humans are obsolete.” She grabbed his lapel and slammed him against the wall as her free hand went to his neck. “We are the next chain, they must be phased out as all higher lifeforms phase out their predecessors.”

[troubledrogue]

intangiblepryde

They were too numerous. The sheer amount of people running and screaming were starting to become annoying and what had initially been an interesting game that had left her with a significantly higher death count had plummeted into a chore.

Rogue sighed and casually let go of her latest victim. She had long ago abandoned draining life energy as a form of execution and had picked up a knife in an attempt to renew her experience. As much as she enjoyed cleaning the genetic pool, she could almost hear her mother chastising her for prioritizing having fun over getting her job done. She sighed. Knives were messy.

She dropped it and as she turned to leave, she caught sight of one of them, one the X-Men that had attempted to kill her off so long ago and had continually showed up to thwart their attempts at a better future for all mutant kind.

“Shadowcat” She spat out the name. Even aged up, her identity was obvious. In an instant, she discarded her gloves.

[troubledrogue]

furtiva // troubledrogue

[sinisternocturne]

“Have you forgotten?” He raised an eyebrow, and his voice grew chilly. 

“I can read minds, Rogue. Alternate… Rogue… whatever. Your act is quite convincing, but it’s not fooling me.” 

“I’m willing to escort you back to your version of Citta. A ceasefire, let’s call it. You’ve done nothing to hurt me, and I don’t want to hurt someone who resembles a friend of mine so strongly. But I most certainly don’t want to help you destroy the city, either.” 

[troubledrogue]

“Why should this city be held in such regards by a mind reader?” She wasn't surprised, he wasn't the first to call her out, and she equally matched the ice in his voice. “Of all people you should be well aware of how vile the humans are!” She scrunched her nose, disgusted by their mere mention, but now that she knew of his mind reading, she would have to take measures to protect any further plans.

“Ah don't need an escort, Ah need an assist.” She held him in place as best she could, the few she had drained adding to her strength. “So what, Ah ain't your friend, Ah'm a close enough substitute, ain't Ah?” She rested a hand on his chest, and all the while she kept her mind as blank as she could manage. “Besides, just cause Ah ain't her, don't mean Ah ain't scared. Would you abandon someone in need?” She reached up to caress his cheek, her bare hand just inches from his face. Just a bit more... 

[troubledrogue]

konohaflorist

She had seen her alternative self. Through dirty windows and warped glass, but she moved fast and Rogue was often lost until a new shriek filled her ears and guided her like morbid bread crumbs.

There wasn't much that could be done once she touched someone. It was like a shock, her touch almost magnetic in nature as life and abilities were sucked out. Rogue herself had never killed this way, or any other way. That her other self was so willing and able to made her apprehensive, and she feared this manner of searching was soon becoming useless.

People were becoming scarce as the fighting went on, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she turned the corner and was met with a blond girl. Was it possible she might have met with her other self?

“Hey...” She held up her gloved hands, showing her lack of a threat and spoke as gently as her ragged breath allowed. “Ah'm lookin' for someone. Ah think you might've seen her.”  

[troubledrogue]

I can’t believe I forgot to do an ad for the event. Ugh!

Anyway, event info on Rouge can be found here, and I imagine most are already tangled up in other threads so I wont cap this unless I get overwhelmed. Just like this post for or visit my ask box and we'll talk details. :D

[troubledrogue]

furtiva // troubledrogue

[sinisternocturne]

“I did what I had to do.” Edward made sure to keep his face carefully blank. “This is a war, isn’t it?” 

He wasn’t nearly that ruthless, in actuality, but he was more than willing to keep this Rogue thinking that she was. Psychological warfare was just as effective as the regular kind, in some ways.

“I think you’d be more safe back where you belong, Miss Rogue.” 

[troubledrogue]

“Back where Ah belong?” She shook her head. “Nah-uh, that place is gooone.” It was a bluff, maybe where she belonged still stood or maybe it didn't, was he even talking about her actual home in her actual dimension or the shithole they would have place her other self in? Either way, the safest place was surrounded by peons and idiots willing to risk their life so hers might be spared.

“Ah'd rather stay with you.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and held his arm tighter, as if worried he would send her away. “Please don't leave me... Ah..Ah'm so scared.” There was a well placed crack in her voice, a significant drop in volume and somehow she even managed a tear. “Please?”

[troubledrogue]

furtiva // troubledrogue

[sinisternocturne]

It was becoming obvious to Edward that this wasn’t his iteration of Rogue. 

His mind reading powers had been unlocked, but the chaos of the city made them very, very difficult to use. The thoughts of people at war- panicking, screaming, fighting, dying-  were loud and overwhelming, and Edward had blocked off large chunks of his mind so he would be able to function. This meant, in practice, that his power only focused at quite close ranges.

However, this was a very, very close range, and he could hear her plotting and counterplotting, as easily as if she was speaking out loud. 

“It’s not mine.” He spoke as if to reassure her, though his voice had a bit of an edge to it. He hoped she’d believe that it was from stress. 

“Let’s go. We can talk about it on the way.” 

[troubledrogue]

She casually wrapped her arms around one of his, careful not to make skin contact. Not yet anyway, best to save that little trick in case this didn't pan out as she hoped. Somewhere off in the distance, the rattling of firearms and death screams filled the air. Good, there was no point to human life when they were all so willing to throw it away themselves. Despite these thoughts, she let her face show fear she didn't feel.

“Let's hurry, Ah don't wanna run into any of ‘em.” She gave his arm a squeeze and a tug, playing up the helpless damsel angle. “You... You didn't kill anyone did you? Ah mean.... Like, on purpose?”

[troubledrogue]

furtiva // troubledrogue

[sinisternocturne]

“Rogue?” 

Edward Cullen approached, slowly. His clothes were spattered with blood- but his skin was as clean and as sparkly as ever, and he looked concerned for her well-being. He’d quite obviously mistaken her for someone else. 

“Are you injured?” His voice shook a little. “There’s a dangerous entity on this block, we need to go right now.” 

[troubledrogue]

It was only though conditioning that she didn't react to the novelty of sparkling skin, but that he knew her codename got her attention. The number of people that referred to her by that name were few, so few in fact that Rogue could only imagine this was an acquiescence of her other self's. If that were the case, and if he truly believed her to be his friend, then perhaps she could take advantage of the situation.

“That ain't yours, is it?” Her voice was soft with fake concern, and her bare fingers were delicate as she lifted his shirt to better inspect the possible damage.  Satisfied with the flawless skin, she let the garment fall against him with a wet slap.

“Ah'm fine, just a bit frightened.” She never kept her eyes on a single point, as if paranoid something was just waiting to leap at them. Absently, she wiped the blood from her fingertips off on her skirt. “What kind of danger? We should definitely go. Please.”

[troubledrogue]

There's always a moment in the end, a sort of spark that ignites and burns brightly for all of a few seconds before a life is ended. This sensation, above all else, excited her and gave her newly acquired energy a boost in performance. Sadly, humans didn't carry much in the way of added bonuses; No new powers to use and explore, but that didn't matter, her only goal was seeing them dead, and so far, no one had opposed her. Perhaps she wasn't alone on this journey.

With little struggle, at least not any that made a difference, another vile human fell lifeless at her feet as she casually walked away, her gloves safely shoved in her pocket.

[troubledrogue]

While Citta!Rogue had retreated into herself upon arrival to the city and had become rather hostile, she has since relaxed more into life. As much as she emits a 'leave me alone' air, her walls are a lot easier to topple down and trust easier to gain, but it’s just as easy to lose and get locked out.

During the event, Rogue will be fighting to protect the city and her people.

Alt!Rogue has been successfully raised by Mystique and fully embraces her mother's ideals. As a mutant she has come to view herself as the future. Being that she can absorb other's powers, memories and life force, leads her to see herself as being far above everybody else.

Alt!Rogue continues her mother's agenda, even into this new terrain; Kill every human.

With her abilities unlocked, I still hold myself to only taking an opponent's mojo with mun's permission, and even then, not enough to kill them, unless previously agreed upon. (Tbh, though, that's a sad death, creatively speaking.)

[tamedcount]

troubledrogue

Contrary to what others might believe, Diana was a lady of the night. She enjoyed going out to drink and party just like any other woman her age. Thanks to Clark anyway. So donning her civilian guise, she went out into Hive City’s night life and lost herself in one of the many clubs it held. A means to clear her mind ad relieve some stress.

That and she really just wanted to dance.

[troubledrogue]

The music pounded around her, weaving through and resonating against her. For a moment, she allowed herself to lose herself to the beat and became just another in the crowd. For a moment, she allowed herself the recklessness of youth, but in that moment, in an instant, a sleeve didn't quite cover her wrist, and in that instant of careless abandon, she felt the familiar magnetic tug of another's touch; A new source of strength added to her own, flooding her and repealing her from any further contact.

She suddenly felt dizzy and crowded and longed to make her way to the edge of the dance floor, but too many bodies and too much movement made it impossible to where she fell back against a woman. A rather beautiful one at that. She felt of solid muscle and stood strong among the chaos.

“Ah'm sorry.” Rogue whispered, tried to stand on her own, failed and ended up gripping the woman's arm for stability. “Sorry.” She repeated, the word as tired and drained as Rogue felt despite the new, temporary, strength.

[fireferretfighter-blog-deactiva]

“What?” Bolin answered back to her. Now they were both confused equally. He understood ferret though. “He’s with me right now…” He gave his pocket a few pats, and a ball seemed to shift inside of it. “Little guy just doesn’t like all the noise.” One more reason to leave, and Bolin didn’t say much back to her was he was dragged outside, mostly cause he didn’t hear what she said. Something about movies, acting…. a musical? Bolin smiled a shook his head with a confident smugness only an actor could have.

“Uh yep… really. Starred in Nuktuck, hero of the south… which was the first movie where I’m from.” Bolin brushed a off his cuffs, and a furry little head peeked out of his pocket, only to slip back in. “So yeah… kinda started the business.” Wow did that sound good. Or maybe it just made him sound like an outdated oldie. She didn’t really look like someone who loved the classics, but then again that’s what they were hunting for right now. 

“Hey, I’m just following you…” A few feet behind her actually, and now Bolin caught up to her side, trying to match her pace. “Yeahhh… cool cool…. sooooo, ummm, what else have you being doing lately?”

[troubledrogue]

It was hard not to want to snatch the little ferret away and shower him with affection. That he was comfortable in Bolin's pocket, and Rogue's not to smooth history with animals not being her mother in disguise, kept her hands at her side. “He's a cutie.” She patted him through the fabric. “You really shouldn't have brought him to a party if he doesn't like noise.”

It was then he started to get that smugness she found so annoying. If she were honest, Nuktuck, Hero of the South sounded an awful lot like a biopic, documentary or propaganda. Nothing exactly riveting. Fittingly, Rogue crossed her arms and quirked her eye brow at him.

“A little proud, aren't ya?” Being the first on screen actor would probably have that effect on anyone, but Rogue wasn't about to stroke that ego he seemed to be nursing. “For having had starred in a film most of us ain't probably haven't heard of, Ah mean. Care to run a scene?” Not that he would need much to reenact it. Rogue was unfamiliar with the film and anything he threw at her she really couldn't contest. But at least this way he would work for that admiration his snugness was craving.

“Oh!” She placed a hand on a clear glass door, in her hazing of him, she had nearly passed it. The door easily swung open and a tiny bell chimed from somewhere within. “C'mon.” She ushered him in. “Wait, did you say you have a record player?” Because she was sadly lacking such a luxury.

Florescent lighting illuminated rows and rows of musical history. All neatly packed and stacked in same genre bands and entertainers, but Rogue's target was stashed in the back. A long table stretched from wall to wall, records lined up neatly in alphabetical rows ready to be shifted through and enjoyed.

[fireferretfighter-blog-deactiva]

“Jock? Naw, I’m not a horse guy… I have a ferret though.” Obviously she meant a horse jockey. Kind of weird to say it like that though. Bolin ran a hand through his hair. “More like a movie star, but uh, you know… I’m trying to keep things on the down-low. Tough life you know, with all the fans around me… constantly… whew I can just never catch a break.” Yes, clearly he was experiencing the struggles of being a celebrity, albeit one that almost nobody in the city had heard of. But god dammit that wasn’t going to stop him. It was probably a stupid time to bring it up though.

“Yeah.. uh, cool. I’m Bolin.” He took her hand, smiling like a dummy. Cool girl, like he though. Man, he was sure lucky that she was gonna let him hang with her. The party was a bust anyway. He didn’t really want to walk back though the crowd, but jumping off the balcony wasn’t an option. Or, it totally was and he would look awesome doing it… but Rouge probably didn’t need more stress right now. They were just gonna walk out together and look cool doing it.

Bolin gave her a bit of a wide eyed glance when she held onto him. “Uhh, yeah sure… er, I actually don’t know the directions though.” Which district were then even in? It sounded like a store like that would be a one of a can’t but maybe he was just behind the times. 

[troubledrogue]

“Horse guy? What..?” She grinned. The boy had jokes. And a ferret! “Ah'd like to meet your ferret sometime.” What were the odds that he had his pet with him?  Just a few more paces. Their progress seemed to advance ridiculously slow. Every step lead laden and sticky, but of course, that could have just been some idiot who'd lost their drink earlier in the evening.

“So, you're really an actor?” She pulled him through the door and down the hallway, easily weaving around the other partiers. “No way, like, Ah ain't never done anythin' big like a movie but Ah did do a rock opera at school once. It was a lot of fun.” Would he know what that even was? “It's kinda like a musical..? But that ain't important. What's it like like on set? What genre did you do?”

Once outside and away from the crowd, Rogue let Bolin go, her mood instantly shifting for the better. As dangerous as various districts could be, she was glad to have the sidewalk and streets all to themselves. She took a deep breath and tried to identify her surroundings. Everything tended to look different in the dark.

“Ah...think it's this way-” She mumbled and jutted her thumb down the road. “-to sector five.”

[sinisternocturne]

“Annamarie.” He nodded, and his eyes flicked over her face again. “My apologies. I’ve been a little… on edge lately. I’m certain you can guess why.” 

“…You may not be able to ‘allow it’, but I am running late, and my boss will be upset.” 

[troubledrogue]

"Rogue.” She corrected. She really wasn't ready to re-associate herself with that name. “Of course, and that is exactly why you should skip, Ah'm sure your boss would understand if you take a sick day?”

Was there really any reasoning with the guy at this point? He was determined to go, she only hoped that his resistance was as strong as ever.