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Post by ororo on May 9, 2005 12:46:42 GMT -5
Ororo smiled. "Yes, I'll come with you."
She picked up her discarded jacket and put it on. She thought that maybe a jaunt in the city would be fun, and Kurt always spiced things up.
"Are we going to walk, or take and easier path?"
She knew Kurt would understand but didn't know if Riva would.
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Post by nightcrawler on May 9, 2005 18:12:08 GMT -5
"Are we going to walk, or take and easier path?"
"I actually vould like to drive zere, it's razer cold out today. Ve can take my jeep!" he said, bowing down slightely and gesturing for the ladies to exit first.
((Continued in Garage))
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Post by mutant on May 9, 2005 18:40:17 GMT -5
Riva smiled, she had understood Ororo.
"Jeep it is then!"
((Riva exits for garage))
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Post by ororo on May 9, 2005 18:43:44 GMT -5
Ororo smiled and nodded her head.
"Right, I'm sure driving the jeep will be fine as well. As long as you have heat in that thing."
((Ororo Exits for Garage))
(Will post for Storm after you NC)
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Post by Rogue on May 9, 2005 21:55:34 GMT -5
Rogue walked in and stepped towards the heating duct, slowly taking off some of the outer layers that she was wearing. She gathered them into a pile and pushed them to the side of the door, then continued in to the rec. room.
((Rogue goes to the Rec Room))
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Post by Psylocke on May 14, 2005 21:37:21 GMT -5
Closing the door behind her against the cold, Betsy began to slowly unbutton her coat. She could sense the general happiness of those around her, mostly from the students who were excited about the upcoming holiday. Once again, she frowned. Perhaps it was time to make a call home. Looking at the clock on the wall, she knew it was too early in the morning to be calling now but tonight, she would make that call.
Psylocke exits the Front Hall and enters the Kitchen
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Post by Joseph on Jun 4, 2005 2:13:38 GMT -5
It had been awhile since Joseph had been at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The majestic mansion looked exactly the same as the last Christmas he'd been here. It almost resembled a Normal Rockwell painting of a stately New England manor on this cold, crisp December morning. He passed over the gates and lowered himself slowly to the ground. For a moment, he wondered if anyone would remember him. Then a small smile crept across his face. Of course they would. They had, after all, thought he was their greatest enemy who had lost all memory of his past. He had believed that as well, until recent events had proven otherwise. Now, his life was his and his alone and returning here to the X-Men was the first step he was taking in that life.
He walked up the walkway and ascended the stairs, running over in his mind what he would say to explain his absence and newly arrived presence back here. He did need to apologize to Rogue. He should have come back here before heading to Israel. She must have been worried about him. The others would be surprised most likely, and Gambit was going to be less than thrilled to see him. Oh well, it would be nice to see the Cajun's face when he revealed that he was not Magneto and that Remy had no reason to despise him, besides being jealous over his and Rogue's attraction to each other.
He pulled his thick wool overcoat closer around him, and concentrated on the doorbell nearby, sending a pulse through it to activate it's function. For a heartbeat, he wondered what everyone would think of him now, knowing that he was not Magneto. Whether Rogue had been attracted to him for himself, or some unknown desire for his genetic template. It didn't matter right now. And besides, he'd get his answers soon enough. He 'rang' the doorbell again and waited.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 4, 2005 2:23:33 GMT -5
She closed her eyes briefly as she took another sip of the hot coffee. She could already feel herself starting to wake up. She moved to the door, not really in a hurry. Around this time of year, it was mostly just delivery people coming by with packages for students and faculty, holiday presents from the people that they left behind when they came to the mansion. She looked down at her outfit and shrugged. Delivery people were probably used to seeing folks wearing less. The bathrobe that obviously didn't belong to her and the bare feet weren't really too conspicuous.
She opened the door and moved the coffee to her left hand, in case she needed to sign for a package. When she looked up, her jaw dropped. Along with it went the mug of coffee. It shattered on the ground and she didn't even notice, too shocked by the figure standing on the doorstep. She'd thought that he was gone. Gone where, she didn't really know. Maybe somehow re-aged and back to being Magneto, taking over the world. Although when her last meeting with Magneto hadn't involved any mention of this man, she had a suspicion that maybe he really was someone else. His arrival at the mansion confirmed it. But... why? Why now, when she'd finally patched things up again with Remy? Happy holidays.
Finally picking her jaw up off the ground, she swallowed once and tested the waters. "J...Joseph?"
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Post by Joseph on Jun 4, 2005 2:38:06 GMT -5
As luck would have it, it was Rogue who answered the front door, dressed in an oversized bathrobe and little else. She looked surprised to see him, to say the very least. He took a step back as she dropped her coffee mug, sending the shards and coffee scattering across the threshold. She stared at him slack-jawed for a few moments before she found her voice. “J...Joseph?” she stammered in obvious disbelief.
He nodded and offered her a gentle smile. “Hello Rogue,” he greeted her softly. He didn't know what to say for a moment, merely looking at her. She had every right to be shocked and even upset and angry at him. He had disappeared in Antarctica and she had not known whether he was alive or dead, or truthfully, their captor himself. He steeled himself for a painful greeting once the shock had worn off.
Regardless if she was going to punch him into the next county or not, it was good to see her, to hear her voice. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her until now. “I was hoping to find you soon after arriving. I have a gift for you. Consider this as part of my apology for not making it back here sooner.” He brought one of his hands that had been hidden behind his back around and held out a single yellow rose, wrapped in colorful holiday paper. “Merry Christmas.”
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Post by Rogue on Jun 4, 2005 2:59:23 GMT -5
She looked at the rose in his hand, her mouth still slightly agape. The cold air from outside rushed in and brought her back to reality. The reality where he had disappeared in Antarctica, where for the longest time she had thought that it was him who had forced so many things upon the X-Men there. The reality where he had abandoned her, abandoned the team. Where, once they discovered that it hadn't been him causing the problems for them all, he was presumed dead. The reality in which he was now standing in front of her, holding a rose, offering an apology.
Her face echoed the sudden return to conscious thought, and her eyes grew cold, her lips pursed, obviously trying to restrain herself. She bit her lip, trying to keep from doing something that she would regret, but felt herself losing the battle to her own temper. She reached out for the rose and crushed it, dropping the tattered remains on the doorstep. She crossed the threshhold, the electronic sensor on her ankle beeping to let her know that it was registering the fact that she was outdoors. It was a warning, to keep her from crossing the property line. She felt her anger rising as she remembered why she was under house arrest in the first place. It was Magneto's fault. Having the spitting image of the man standing in front of her was just too convenient.
She leaned in close to him, her breath catching in her throat. In one swift movement, she picked him up, the shards of her broken mug digging into her feet yet not actually penetrating the skin. She pulled his face close to hers, suddenly regretting having brushed her teeth that morning. It would have all gone over so much better if she still had morning breath.
"Stuff your sorries in a sack, Joseph. Ah don't wanna hear them."
Launching herself into the air, she spun around a few times, then let go, launching him across the yard and into a cluster of snowmen that the students had made. She landed and leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms. The anger had faded a little bit, but if it rose again, she was more than willing to give in and beat the living daylight out of him.
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Post by Joseph on Jun 4, 2005 3:16:20 GMT -5
Joseph was hardly surprised by her reaction. He did nothing to counter her attack as they rose through the air, her face a mask of anger and pain. She spun them around a couple of turns, the launched him into the snow covered ground. He collided with a small group of snowman, not even bothering to throw up a force field to cushion his landing. He heard her voice as he shook off the snow. "Stuff your sorries in a sack, Joseph. Ah don't wanna hear them."
It's nice to know she hasn't changed, he grumbled inwardly, reigning in his temper. He levitated himself from the snowy mess, brushing off the snow from his coat as he floated back towards the door. He looked at her levelly, more sadness and frustration in his pale blue eyes than anger. “Now that you've got that out of your system,” he said softly. “Shall we continue this conversation out here, or would you prefer to do it inside, where it is warm and there are walls you can smash me through?” His tone was almost serious, although there was a touch of wry humor and maybe even the tiniest bit of hurt feelings behind his words.
He wanted to tell her the truth, make her understand he had to find out who he truly was. And that meant leaving, and going to Israel to go through all those tests. He hadn't wanted to leave, this was the closest thing he'd ever had to home, the X-Men the only friends he had. But he had needed to know, for everyone's sanity.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 4, 2005 3:23:11 GMT -5
She narrowed her eyes as he drifted towards her and landed softly. Meeting his gaze and countering it with one of nothing but pure anger, she took a deep breath, then kicked his bag into the house, hearing it thump against an inside wall loudly and hoping that there was something breakable in it.
"You're lucky Ah'm in a good mood this morning." She walked back into the mansion without saying anything else and headed to the kitchen to get herself a new cup of coffee.
((Rogue exits to the kitchen))
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Post by Joseph on Jun 4, 2005 3:31:12 GMT -5
Joseph followed her, levitating his bag to his hand by it's metal fittings as the door swung closed behind him. He knew Rogue was upset at more than just him. X-men disappeared and reappeared all the time without word. She herself had been running away from them when he met her. He wondered what else was bothering her. He couldn't help but notice the security bracelet around her ankle, wondering what she might have done to require having to wear it. He'd ask later. For now, he followed her quietly to kitchen. He'd let her ask the questions for now.
[[Exit Joseph to the kitchen]]
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Post by Psylocke on Jun 5, 2005 14:11:38 GMT -5
Betsy raised one eyebrow at Rogue when she joined her in the front hall and asked, “What is going on? Since when did Joseph come back?” Just for show in case anyone walked in on them, Betsy reached into a Macy's bag and pulled out a long jewelry box. She opened the box and held it out for Rogue to look at. Inside was a multicolored tennis bracelet with alternating genuine stones of peridot, blue topaz, amethyst and diamonds.
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Post by callisto on Jun 5, 2005 16:14:24 GMT -5
Callisto strode confidently towards the door, not bother to sneak. With the telepaths that were inevitably in residence at Xavier's, there really wasn't much point anyway.
Now that she'd resolved her brief moment of existential angst in the grove, her faith and self confidence was restored. She was here because she had decided to come here dammit. Nobody was going to tell her differently. Not even herself.
Sure of herself now, Callisto headed directly for the door, fist pouding rapidly.
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