demonx (demonx) wrote in x_flashback_x, @ 2008-05-26 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | demon, rogue |
Who: Demon and Rogue
When: Before the plague, when Rogue joins le Brotherhood
Where: Brotherhood headquarters
What: A meeting and chat
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Demon had heard a lovely rumor. There was a new addition to their little group. He was determined to find them and give a personal welcome.
The Brotherhood was the last organization she thought she would ever end up with... And now that the unthinkable had happened, Rogue wasn't sure whether or not she had made a mistake, and if she had, it was too late to change her mind now - what was done, was done. Placing her holey dufflebag on an empty bench, she went onto rummage through the bag's contents until she found the item she was looking for: a book she had taken accidentally 'stolen' from the Institute. She hadn't meant to take it, but when she decided to leave the mansion that fateful day, she had thrown all of her possessions together so quickly that she hadn't taken the time to sort through them to make sure they were all hers. It probably wouldn't be missed though, as she was almost positive that they had a few other copies of that same book lying around somewhere.
She had slipped her traveling cloak off of her shoulders and hung it on the back of the bench; she sat down (book in hand), flipped the volume open, and began to read in silence. Magneto hadn't yet formally introduced her to the rest of the Brotherhood, as it was already a bit later in the evening; but she honestly didn't think it was necessary, since she already knew (or knew of) most of them; and she was sure most of them already knew who she was.
Ah ha. That had to be... her? Damn. He would have preferred a nice luscious new man. Still, he could deal. He paused as a thought crossed his mind. It could be Mystique. He mentally shrugged to himself. Hey if it was the boss lady maybe he could convince her to spend some quality time with him. Demon sauntered up to the girl on the bench and smiled. "Well, hello there. I haven't seen you around here before. Are you our lovely new addition?" He asked smoothly.
Rogue hadn't heard the man when he made his approach and only looked up when he had spoken to her. She didn't recognize this man, which instantly made her regard this newcomer with the utmost caution; because for all she knew, this guy could be more deadly than she was. It paid to be suspicious. "Ah s'ppose ah am," Rogue replied coolly, watching him closely still, while clutching her book almost like some kind of security blanket for a moment. However, she soon placed it on top of the dufflebag before long, just in case she'd have to end up defending herself. Somehow, she knew this guy could be trouble. "Who're you?”
Demon easily slid onto the bench next to her. "Demon." He informed her cheerfully. "You can tell me apart from my brother because he has green hair, and I am sexier than him." He winked. "And what is your name?"
Demon. Now that was certainly an ominous name, was it not? Rogue quirked an eyebrow while he explained the differences between himself and his twin brother, and she wore an expression mixed between amusement and slight annoyance. Was this guy for real? "Ah'm Rogue," she said, folding her gloved hands in her lap, trying to keep from getting too close to him; something told her that might be a good idea - not only for her sake, but for his as well.
Demon appraised the young woman. Her body language all said stay away. She was closed off. She also looked a bit young. That more than anything else made him consider backing off. He put his hand out. "Pleased to meet you Rogue." he said a bit softer. "If you don't mind me asking, exactly how old are you?"
“Likewise, ah'm sure," she said, while taking his hand and shaking it; though she was pretty quick to let go. Her body language was exhibited like that for a reason, as she really didn't want to give the wrong impression. "Ah'll be twenty-one this coming December, why d'you ask?”
Ok, so she wasn't too young. Few would believe it, but Demon did have some kind of limits. He leaned back and pretty much ignored her question. "We'll have to throw a party for you then. Twenty one is one of the major ones." She still seemed very tense. "The brotherhood take care of their own." He tilted his head and reached out to touch her shoulder as he said. "Relax; no one wants to force you into anything you don't want to. We're all on the same side here." Of course, he was known for his persuasion in getting people to agree to what he wanted.
She hadn't even thought about what she would do on her twenty-first birthday, until Demon mentioned the age thing. And right now, it didn't seem very important to her anymore; it wasn't like she'd be surrounded by those who genuinely cared about her. The Brotherhood might've taken care of their own, but were there any real feelings behind it? Rogue tensed her shoulders when he had touched them, but they began to relax again shortly afterward; she was still covered up fairly well, after all. "Yeah, ah guess yer right," she said, combing her fingers through her hair; the white streak blended together with the brown for a moment to create a unique pattern, before it fell back into its usual place. "Just gonna take some time to get used to.”
Demon smiled and moved a bit closer, letting his fingertips just barely brush the back of her neck as they moved to get to her other shoulder. He was about to lean in to whisper to her.
His touch was enough to make her hair on the back of her neck stand on end, and not in the good way. Rogue immediately scooted over until she was practically hanging off the edge of the bench, trying to keep as much distance between herself and Demon. "What the hell is yer problem?" Rogue all but shouted at him, while looking extremely affronted by his behavior.
Demon was surprised at her reaction. He thought, had there been some kind of spark? It was almost like the feeling when he activated his own power. No, he was probably imagining things. He frowned. "Just my way, trying to be friendly." He couldn't help his need to touch people and be touched.
“Well, ah don't like bein' touched," she told him, her voice dropping down a normal volume once again. She had felt something when his hand had touched the back of her neck; though it hadn't been much at all, she still hated when she someone touched her without her consent. But, it wasn't like he knew about what she could do, and she had the grace to look apologetic when she reminded herself of that fact. "Sorry.”
Demon wondered why she didn't care for being touched. He could think of a number of reasons for it, some which touched too close to some of his own very buried issues. "No, my apologies." he held his hands up and away. "I had no intentions of making you feel uncomfortable." He leaned back against the side of the bench and examined Rogue for a moment. "Feel free not to answer if you wish, but why don't you like being touched?" Hey she brought it up, and he wondered if it was the reason she was here, had joined them.
“People tend to get hurt when they touch me." Rogue didn't always enjoy discussing her abilities, especially with total strangers. A lot of people thought her powers were useful, but since they prevented her from being able to be close to the ones she cared about, the appeal was lost to her. However, one of the main reasons (if not the main reason) she had joined the Brotherhood in the first place, was that Magneto promised to help her control her mutation.
"Oh?" He was interested. "Are they fairly recent?" He waved his hand and grinned. "No worries. I am sure we can help you get a handle on that. My own powers have something to do with touch as well. It took me a long time to figure out how to control it, but now I OWN the power. Haven't accidentally killed anyone in about a decade." He could do it on purpose now. His powers, all of them, had been a bit of a problem when they first appeared, but eventually had gotten a handle on it. "Of course, my brother and I had to figure things out on our own. You are lucky to have people who know what they are doing help out." Demon felt a strange kinship with this girl. She had shut herself in to cope with the pain her powers brought. He had gone in the opposite direction.
No, ah've actually had them for a few years now," she said, folding her gloved in her lap. She was feeling slightly less tense now, but she was going to remain on guard. "They just don't seem to be gettin' any better; in fact ah think they might be gettin' worse." Rogue's voice wavered slightly, but she covered this by clearing her throat a bit. She was upset, angry that her powers denied her something she wanted so badly. For a short while, after having taken the Cure, she had attained the ability to touch without causing anyone harm; it had been wonderful; and she wanted so desperately to be able to do that again.
Demon reached out slowly to touch her cloth clad arm. "Hey there." His instincts were to gather her close. He was a very tactile person. "We are going to train you up, have you get a handle on that. You need someone to practice on, I'll volunteer." He smirked. "I can handle a little pain."
She was having a hard time believing someone would willing put themselves into a position like that. "You might want to think twice on that, before volunteering," she cautioned. "Ah I could easily kill you.”
"I am a little bit hardier than I look. Not as sturdy as our darling Sabretooth, but I am sure I can handle not dying." He had a minor healing capability, but he had no idea what her power was really like. "I've been managing to not die for years now." he teased.
“Doesn't matter how study y'think you are," Rogue said rather bluntly. She had touched Magneto, and he still became severally weakened at her touch. She had touched Wolverine, and he had nearly died once. And there was her first ever boyfriend, Cody... he slipped into a coma for a week and it had nearly cost him his life, as well. She was a damned pariah. "Ah'd think twice before volunteerin', if ah were you.”
Demon tilted his head. "You do have a way of getting a fellow's attention." He didn't look any less at ease sitting next to her. "Well, no risk, no reward." He smiled. "But you've been teasing me something fierce. What IS your power?"
“Basically, ah can absorb memories and powers from another person, jus' by touchin' 'em," she explained. "It wouldn't be such a bad thing if it wasn't for the fact that ah also drain the life force out of 'em." And after a few years of taking in so many people's memories and powers, it was starting to affect her.
Demon looked thoughtful for a moment. "Always? Do you feel a certain way before hand, a particular emotion? He leaned forward in interest.
Did she? Rogue's eyebrows knitted together, trying to remember if she felt a particular way before using her abilities on someone else. She could think of at least one time when she felt desperation, though she had always felt a little scared before using them, as well. "Sometimes," she answered him after a few moments of contemplation. "Most of the time ah jus' get nervous.”
He nodded fervently. "Well that's a start then. You should remember that when you are training." He leaned back. "I bet your mutation is just doing it's best to protect you. Work out how to tell it when and how much you actually need it and you'll be fine in no time at all." Something about her power hit a cord with him. There was a slight shadow that crossed his face as he thought about his own power and when he didn't have control. He slowly moved his hand to pat hers, trying not to spook her. He took it lightly in his hand. "I know, it's scary and difficult, when you don't have control, but you have to believe you can get that control. I managed to do it and I know you can."