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Post by Rogue on Aug 7, 2005 1:12:02 GMT -5
She frowned and nodded slowly. Even though he said not to worry, she still was going to. She was finally allowed out of the house, and now she was going to worry about him if she even left for an hour. Of course, there were things taht she could do to occupy her time, get her mind off of Joseph. Not that her mind was on him, but he was a friend.
"Okay... you need anything. Anything, give me a holler, alright? Ah don't like seein' you hurtin'."
Sighing, she turned and headed down the hall. Something was different about Joseph. He wasn't as... clingy as he used to be. Maybe finding out that he wasn't who he had thought he was had some effect on him. Of course, it probably had. Hell, if something like that happened to her, she'd almost definitely come out of it a changed person.
And why was she even caring about it? She had felt quite awkward back when he was close to her... hell, Remy had felt awkward, too. But there was something about it that was comforting. He was almost like a puppy. So naive. She looked at him again. That was what was different. He'd finally seen more of the world outside of the institute. He'd gone on a search for answers, and they had hardened him.
Turning back, she smiled weakly. He wasn't a puppy, he was a human being. And it was selfish of her to think of him as a pet, as something that belonged to her. He didn't. And it was probablu a good thing, too. That would have just driven Remy off the deep end. Running her hand through her hair, she reached her door and turned the knob. Being "released" was supposed to simplify things. So why were things suddenly so damn hard again?
((Rogue exits to her room))
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Post by Psylocke on Aug 7, 2005 14:34:11 GMT -5
Telepathic message to Joseph from Psylocke
<There is a situation that needs to be discussed regarding Washington. Meet in the War Room immediately.>
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Post by Joseph on Aug 7, 2005 16:02:21 GMT -5
Elisabeth's mental message made Joseph wince slightly. His headache was abating, but her voice in his head was slightly painful He was a bit surprised when she had called him to the War Room to join in the discussion. But he wasn't going to argue either. He had been a member of the X-Men, and he would gladly do his part.
He looked at Ash and offered her an apologetic smile. "Excuse me, it seems I am needed elsewhere," he explained softly, then headed back down the hall.
[[ Exit Joseph to the War Room. ]]
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Post by Ash on Aug 8, 2005 16:26:27 GMT -5
( My mind is terribly blank so Ash leaves for the Kitchen)
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Post by Joseph on Aug 19, 2005 0:24:59 GMT -5
"And Joseph... that was low. Lower than Ah thought you were capable of."
Rogue's accusation kept bouncing around his mind, making Joseph's already throbbing headache worse. How could he have been so stupid as to let the Cajun get to that much? Gambit had been digging his own grave with his uncalled for jealous behavior and all he would have had to do was wait for Rogue to realize how little LeBeau actually trusted her. Then she would understand what he meant.
Joseph exerted as little of his powers as he could opening his bedroom door and sealing behind him. He collapsed face first on his bed, mentally berating himself for letting Gambit get to him. The bastard didn't deserve her. LeBeau had done nothing but hurt Rogue their entire rocky relationship from what he'd garnered when he had been here before. When Joseph had met Rogue she was away from him because of something the Cajun had said or done, that driven her from him.
Gambit had acted stupidly jealous before, but everyone, including Joseph, understood part of that. They had believed he was Magneto before and no one wanted anyone they cared deeply for in a relationship with that monster. But therein was the rub. Even Rogue merely saw him as another Magneto and he was certain his slip today had convinced her he was not better than magnetic villain. Her words certainly made that abundantly clear.
Joseph let out a long breath. He needed to at least apologize to Rogue for his vile behavior. He knew how, and he would work on it as soon as he was feeling better. He would show her he only wanted her to be happy, not have his jealousy add to her discomfort.
For the first time since arriving, he wondered if he should just leave, try and find another purpose. All his presence here seemed to do was cause strife. That was not why he'd come. Letting out a long, lingering sigh, he let himself drift off into a restless sleep.
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Post by Joseph on Sept 11, 2005 23:22:18 GMT -5
"There you are, my little Brummagem.." a woman's voice, barely audible, as if listening to someone speak whilst underwater. Joseph was floating in a tank of some sort. Not really floating, more like filling it. Barely conscious, floating in a tank of something, not water, more primordial. The stuff of life itself.
He could see a woman on the outside of the tank. Tall, beautiful in a sinister way, her dark hair swept up atop her head, her silvery clothing glinting on the other side of the glass, her dark eyes watching him, the emotion in them hard to read. Pride? Love? Or something darker? He couldn't tell, whatever he was floating in was making it hard to see...
Joseph groaned in his sleep as the dream slipped away. He stirred slowly, the last vestiges of the half-remembered vision gone. That was the way it always was. Many of his dreams weren't even his, but likely bits of genetic template's memories. Was this woman part of his forgotten past or Magneto's? It was impossible to tell. There was only one thing worse than being the clone of the most hated mutant terrorist in the world. And that was being the amnesiac clone of the most hated mutant terrorist in world. Not only did he have few memories of his brief existence, the ones he had were fleeting and maybe not even his.
He sat up, shoving his long white hair from his eyes. His headache had abated entirely and he felt much rested. Sean was obviously right, all he had needed to do was rest for awhile. Awhile seemed to be the majority of the day, as he could feel the pull of the sun coming from a much more western position than when he had fallen asleep.
Joseph's stomach growled in protest, reminding him just how long it had been since he'd eaten last. Letting out a long heavy breath, he got up, remembering his faux pas in war room. He would eat something, then replace the panel, and perhaps finish Rogue's present. The device was hers, regardless if LeBeau let his vain jealously prevent him from helping with it. He should have known the man wouldn't be able to be civil long. Even if it upset Rogue to hear him say, Gambit didn't deserve her.
But his words had upset Rogue, and he would make it up to her. But first, he needed food. He changed out of the rumpled clothing her was wearing into a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck, clubbing his long white hair back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. Unsealing the door did not cause his headache to return, much to Joseph's relief.
[[ Exit Joseph to the Kitchen ]]
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