13320/A Quizzical Affair

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A Quizzical Affair
Date of Scene: 18 May 2021
Location: Outside Rochester
Synopsis: Rogue returns to question Sinister, and gets an offer she may not be able to refuse.
Cast of Characters: Rogue, Sinister




Rogue has posed:
After getting Rosie back to Xavier's safe and sound - or as safe as she could ensure Rosie is, there were questions on Rogue's mind. Questions that could only be answered by one person, and this is likely one time she's happy that she can fly as fast as she can sometimes. It takes her next to nothing to get back from where she found Rosie, and since she knows where she's going now, she's soon walking back downstairs to where she found Rosie and Sinister. Intent on finding tall, dark and handsome.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister is there, not having decided to pack up and leave just yet. He's sat on an old and overstuffed couch, legs crossed, back to the door, watching the news as he was when she left. In the corner of the room, is a fridge, which is likely powered by the generator. It opens of its own accord, a bunch of medical vials in there along with some apples and oranges. An apple and a hunk of cheese lift out and float over, the door shutting behind them. "Cheese and apple is a combination that I find vastly under-rated. Add a little pickle in and it's a sensory delight."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue continues forward until she's standing next to the chair where Sinister sits. Watching the food float towards him, hearing his comment on such, and she gives a scoff. "To each their own, I suppose." This much given, her eyes look at the television, though she's not interested in what he's watching. "You're the one I met one night above the forest a couple weeks ago..." She states it. Like it's obvious. "...How did you find Rosie?"

Sinister has posed:
"I could hear her screaming mind," Sinister replies. "And followed the trail of destruction that she left in her wake. THe girl was full of the fear of god, poor thing." He looks up at her with a small smile at the edge of his lips. "I am. I wondered when you would recognize me, Rogue." He sniffs, gesturing at the apple, which slices without a knife, cores, peels apart. The cheese does likewise and he takes a slice of each to nibble upon, as if it were a high class hors d'oeuvre. "Mmmm. I did question why she seemed to think that her mentors and school teachers would want her dead. The girl needed to cool off, I think."

Rogue has posed:
"I'm fairly certain I recognized you the moment I saw you...just...my priorities were a bit linear." Rogue says this and then shakes her head. "I...don't have to imagine the fear she must have been feeling. I've had it myself. It's why I let her know a part of my past." She offers. "Figured if Rosie knew that...if she knew that despite that I was still among the X-Men...it would lessen her fear." She reaches to take a slice of apple and cheese for herself. "Was she injured when you found her?"

Sinister has posed:
"Yes. Her flight was a little erratic. I did nothing to harm her, and patched her up a little. She was exhausted," Sinister considers the apple-cheese, smiles at it and bites another little nugget off. "She slept like a babe and then didn't want to go. I gave her the option, you know. It's a rather novel experience, for me." He looks up at her then, cocks his head just so and pats the couch beside himself.

Rogue has posed:
"Then please accept my thanks...I am glad she was found and mended." Rogue says as she watches him a moment and then moves to actually come around and sits on the couch aside Sinister. She takes a bite of the apple and cheese, breathing in gently. "If I had been given such an option in my past, among company that was actually treating me decently among such fears, I'm not sure I would have left either. I get where she was coming from...but I know that the school is where she needs to be. To face that fear and turn it into a falsehood." A smirk. "And I'm sure it was an interesting experience for you. Do you feel...mmn...vindicated?"

Sinister has posed:
"Vindicated? An odd choice of words. No, pleasantly surprised--" He gestures up the stairs, toward the impact crater outside. Sinister seems pleased by that memory. "She has quite the potent ability, if uncontrolled and unaware of the whole of her potential. She could quite easily dive to the very bottom of the marianas trench, or fly to the moon, provided she realized how. She demonstrated on myself and shot me up about a mile in a couple of seconds. Unfortunately, I'm not quite that easy to set into terminal velocity and out into space." He looks up at the ceiling and back down then. "You are quite welcome, I believe." He pauses for a moment, then looks at the fridge again. It opens, spreading pickle of a chutney kind floats out, uncorks and hovers in the air. "Try the apple and cheese with the chutney. I promise you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue takes a slow breath. "I think it's going to be a bit tougher now since she's had such an awful experience with her powers. She'll likely be frightened of herself..." A thing which hits so close to Rogue, and she looks down at her gloved hands, remembers she's in a full body suit. "You know...sometimes I feel like I should have wished for something different that night...if I had taken a moment longer to think about it.." The jar of chutney floats over then and Rogue creates a bite with all three. "Mmn...this is...quite delicious."

Sinister has posed:
"I suppose I am fortunate, in many respects. TO me, the fear of using my gifts has never once outweighed the need to master them. She might surprise you in that respect, falling by the side of knowledge is power, for fear is the mindkiller." Sinister looks at her profile, watches her munch his odd little snack and its surprising delight. "What would you have wished for, if you had thought about it for longer than the passing of a star?"

Rogue has posed:
"She might. I hope she does. She has so much potential and is a really bright student." Rogue offers this much, and gives a nod of her head to the rest that Sinister says. Another bite of the treat is taken and she licks her lips to rid them of a bit of excess which lingers. "...To be able to control my powers. I can control the powers I took from another...but I can't control my own. I feel like I should be able to...it just doesn't happen."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister reaches forward with his bare finger, aiming to boop her on the nose, fearless of that contact. He doesn't though, at the last minute. "That's ignominious. I apologize. I have had too much in the way of social culture of late, which I suppose I ought to find deplorable. What is so funny about cats?" He asks this with a spread of hands, shaking his head. "And the prevalence of memes. I suppose a picture paints a thousand words, but the art of being able to paint -with- words has become lost." He finishes his treat, then muses. "I could take a look at what is going on in that lovely head of yours, if you wish. I may even find answers."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue raises a brow and then shrugs. "I don't know what that means, but alright." The man uses big words, and Rogue is such a small minded southern girl. None the less, when he asks whats so funny about cats, she just chuckles. "They're just aloof animals, and sometimes they do crazy things. Like underestimate jumps. It's comical." Then he's asking about memes and she just shakes her head. To explain memes would take...a while...and there's probably a meme about explaining memes that'd make it easier. His last words, that offer, has her pausing a moment. Does she dare? Finishing her own treat, she does at least one thing a bit out of character. Removing the glove of her hand closer to him, she holds it out for him to take, if he desires. "Just a look inside? You won't fuck with anything?"

Sinister has posed:
"Ahh, I suppose so. Seeing the graceful and the high and mighty fall flat," Sinister chuckles dryly at that, glancing at the hand proffered, gloveless. He looks up at her, then reaches for the underside, raising it up without a single tiny twitch of power transferrence occuring and kisses her knuckles lightly. He then squeezes the digits, looking into her eyes. "And whyever would you think that I would do such a thing as that?" he asks, nigh retorically. "Fucking with minds is less appealling than you think it would be," -- and there is a fuzzy sensation then, a tickle, a poke, a strange hand-a-freezie-too-quick moment of brain numbness but that is all, like a presence swept over and through at high speed. Not painful, just strange. That he's telepathic is a given, but it seems this man is a /strong/ telepath. "Hmm. Superficially speaking? There is no obvious reason raising its merry head. I would have to reach deep, to find the cause. Your friends, well, they don't always play with thier full playbook, because minds are tricky and delicate things. If you wish, I will help you investigate. Think on it."

Rogue has posed:
It's still a very strange thing that they can touch and there's nothing. It's led her to some long nights of wishing it were that way all the time, and the occasional thought of running into him again. Now here she is, and further, she's delving more about herself on top of inquiring about what happened between him and Rosie. She pulls her hand back after a moment and pulls her glove back on. That tingle to her brain when he brushes over it causes her pause but only for that brief moment. "Well, at least it's not a superficial thing I suppose... and I... I will think on it. Yes." Then she stands, because she fears the more she lingers, the more comfortable she'll feel and something tells her that might be a bad thing before it does her any good. "I...I'll think on it. I'll find a way to contact you." Well, she remembers how he told her that one time. When he said he could be her secret. Does this count? Her running back to him because she knew where he was. "Yes. Anyway...I should go.." And does she go... in fact...it may be a wonder if she was ever there to begin with.