WHO: Rogue WHEN: today at midnight (well 10pm Tumbleweed time) WHERE: off the Falkland Islands WHAT: raising an island. NBD WARNINGS: nah
The hum of the electromagnetic sphere that constantly whirled around everything on Earth had become a hymn that constantly played on a loop in the background of her mind. The amount of times she’d borrowed from Erik, the almost nightly draw of his power had left its mark, lingering behind in a larger amount than she’d expected when he’d disappeared from their lives. Along with his memories and his thoughts, a loop that Rogue hadn’t quite been able to disrupt yet, and couldn’t see getting rid of any time soon, if ever. It was the last link she had to the man she loved, to a person who was effectively dead, and she wanted to keep that available for Anka Irene. Even if he did manage to return, it wouldn’t be him. Not unless he had his memories from the time before and Rogue was all too aware of how rare an occurrence that had become.
There had been a list of things he’d wanted to do, efforts to better secure their futures and failsafes to put into motion in case the inevitable occurred. There had already been murmurings of unrest after Wanda’s outburst and the military crackdown on powers, and while that had softened some after returning from the past, the fact that the military had ways to cancel their powers still left an unsettling feeling deep within his bones. And now that feeling had transferred, settling into her own, and like hell was she going to ignore any of the warning signs.
Anka Irene was safely tucked away in the crib, Hope was hopefully still sleeping as well, and while Rogue kept her link open to her youngest daughter, she dampened the one to the elder, not wanting Hope to learn what she was doing. It’d been difficult enough to hide her true intentions over the last few months, but especially over the last week or so as she’d been scouting out the area, feeling the pull of the magnetosphere and debris that could be useful.
It had been easy enough to fly over the ocean, escaping into the darkness of the night far beyond where anyone could catch sight of her. The world pulsed as she pulled, tearing at the very foundation of the Earth as she wielded the ground to rise as she wanted, reshaping it into the desired form. She relied on instruction she’d learned from another version of her husband, the one from her own world, secrets shared during a life that hadn’t ever truly existed, a creation in madman’s mind. But the world twisted and bended, falling into the shape that she wanted.
The creation of land was only part one though, and she drew upon the iron in the core, the sunken ships and more to start constructing the exterior of the building plans that she’d memorized. The detailed insides would need to be worked on later, the spells to hide it from anyone else’s view another detail she would need to secure, but they’d already been done on her home back in Tumbleweed. It shouldn’t be too much trouble to have that happen here as well, especially when this creation would be a safe haven for any of the Displaced should they eventually need it.