Rogue (onegirlarmy) wrote in powersic, @ 2014-03-19 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | phoenix rising, retconned, rogue |
Fancy Meeting You Here
Who: Rogue, Phoenix Rising
What: Just a standard, soul-crushing WX mission
When: Core Date 16.03.2867 - Tuesday Night
Where: WX transport vessel/TBD
Warning: Violence, language, others TBD
Rogue hadn't been given much advance warning about the mission, at least not that she could remember. All she knew was what she'd been told in the very quick, very dirty briefing they'd given her when she'd come to on board the transport vessel- she and the rest of the team were to get in, take out their target, along with anyone who spotted them, and get back out again. The target was involved in politics in some way, which was all the information they were going to give her. Though she wasn't exactly happy about having to sneak up on an unsuspecting person and kill them in the middle of the night, she was absolutely excited about being out of her room, even for just a short period of time. Missions, as horrible as the acts she performed on them could be, were an opportunity for a small amount of freedom. She was given clean clothes, free (but still supervised) run of a limited area of the transport ship, a meal that was ever so slightly better than what she got in her room, sometimes a haircut, and most importantly, a dampening collar. Waking up in a moving vessel with the heavy, cool collar clamped around her neck and quieting the voices in her head had, in a way that she fully recognized was sick and twisted, become the highlight of her week.
After changing into her clean uniform and scarfing down some of her food, she ventured out into the small open area, hoping that the other operatives they were sending out on the mission with her weren't any of the real psychopaths. Despite her considerable powers, there were a few people in the program who scared her on general principle, and though she was relieved to see Ray's form sitting on a bench near a window, she didn't dare to show it. As soon as they found out that you had any kind of soft spot for anyone, they used it against you. Rogue took her time making her way down to the bench, sure that Rachel knew of her presence already, thanks to her powers, but not wanting to appear too eager to say hello. It was rare to find other girls around her age in there, and she didn't want to lessen the odds of them being placed on future teams together by making anyone think that they were close friends. She barely knew the girl, but she did know that there were far worse people to be partnered up with.
When Rogue finally sat, she turned her head and nodded, offering a quiet and unemotional, "Hey," and then immediately pulling her attention away from Rachel and toward the view from the window.