Friends, friends, we all need friends.

[backwaterbelle]

who: Rogue and friends!
what: Catching up with people during the eye of the hurricane/shitstorm.
when: First two weeks of June.
where: Various.
warnings: Adorable kittens. Will update if necessary.


[ooc: Please let me know if you want a starter! She'll have an open post for the exploration log as well.]

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[backwaterbelle]

Rogue's spent so much of her life taking from others, it's the whole premise of her powers, which might explain her giving, altruistic nature. That and she's been used by people who should have loved and supported her, used for her destructive mutation. She was taught to use them to rip apart others, stealing powers and knowledge for her own (or rather Mystique's) selfish plans. She's long since changed, learning better ways to reach out to others, to mend bridges rather than destroy them. Her deep capability for empathy has shaped her into the caring, protective woman that sees the good in even the most troubled souls. He's worthy of such chances at happiness too.

"You've done nothin' to earn otherwise," she reaffirms that this isn't just her taking pity on him or anything manipulative and self-serving. His return of affection as well as the high level compliment quirk a wide, fond smile over her features as she tugs him into a careful hug, hand going to the back of his head to pull him close. "You know that means we need to have a good spar finally, if you consider me shield maiden caliber."

She separates slowly and with care before motioning to the bike. "Fly, ride, or walk?"

[ragnarsson]

Kindness definitely goes a long way in breaking down Ivar's walls. He's been hurt so many times in his life, both by people who saw him as nothing but a cripple and by people he cared about leaving him, that to have people be otherwise made him nicer than he ever was otherwise.

His eyes glint at the idea of sparring with her. "Most definitely. I'm sure I can surprise you a little with what I can do in combat." He was a decent fighter even when he'd been in clunky braces from 818. In his new state-of-the-art ones, he would be nearly unstoppable.

"Let's ride." He's never been on a motorcycle before, but it looks like it'll be fun. Maybe a little like riding the chariot he's so very fond of tearing around the city in on occasion.