[ Bob has been searching for Rogue for some time, and has now found her. She has been sitting on the rooftop, talking to the woman he earlier heard called 'Ororo'. It's still raining outside, althought he rain seems to be avoiding the area within about eighty feet of the pair. ] * Bob touches down on the rooftop just inside the edge of the clearing in the rain. [ It seems that both Ororo and Rogue notice you; they briefly converse, and then Ororo stands and floats off into the rain, which continues to avoid this general area. * Bob pads slowly forward across the roof. [ Rogue doesn't run off or anything. When you get close enough that she seems to think you're in hearing range, she says, "Ah'm sorry ah slapped ya earlier." I'm sorry, too. Er, not about that, I mean. * Bob looks confused. "It's alright. I think ah know what you're sorry about. An' for what it's worth, 'apology accepted'." * Bob keeps walking slowly forward until he's just behind Rogue. "Y'wanna siddown?" * Bob shrugs a little and sits down beside Rogue. "There anythin' ya wanan talk about?" Dunno what to say. * Ardle is now known as Ardweden "Neither do I. ...just how serious were you? 'Bout, y'know, whatcha' said?" Didn't lie. At least half my genetics were taken from you. *Rogue looks astonished. "H-how? How's that work?" ( Well, since you asked... ) ( Haw! ) (Beast conveniently appears on the roof!) ( *Hank pulls down an overhead screen and an education slideshow starts! "Genetic material can be gathered in a number of ways. First is the most common method of, ahem, copulation..." ) I don't know, really. I figure they must've gotten a bit of you that got gouged out in a battle or something. "Y'mean like blood? Huh. Hank said that could work, ah think." Maybe. I'm not a doctor. "Right." She pauses for a while. "Why'd ya come here, anyway? Ah mean, that's not an insult or nothin'. 'S not that I do't wantcha here, honest. Ah'm jus curious, is all." Sanctuary. I didn't want to be a sleeper agent waiting for them to wake me up to kill people. *Rogue looks horrified. "Y'mean you're some sorta' custom-built killer or somthin'?" * Bob frowns. "That's a good summary, yes." *Rogue balls her hands into fists. "Of alla' nerve! Ah swear, once ah get mah hands on... who did this, anyway?" Russia. (Curse those commies.) (Damn commies!) ( Russia has such a bad track record with engineered mutants. ) ( Damn straight. Stupid commies! ) ( He was named after a color? Must be a Russian thing.) ( Hehe. ) "Oh. That'd make it trickier, then. Can't jus' go bargin' in there..." She sighs. They'll come after me. That's why I came here. The history books said this was the place to come for sanctuary. *Rogue blinks, then shrugs. "Those're some weird history books you've been readin'. But it's alright, ah guess." They're Russian history books. I sorta had to read between the lines. *Rogue nods. "Ah see. Huh." She frowns. "What's your name, by the way?" I'm called Bob now. *Rogue nods. "Alright, Bob. Nice ta' meetcha'." Nice to meet you, too. *Rogue sits there, quiet and apparently uncertain of what to say next. (Come on, work on those people skills!) (What people skills? This is Marvel) ( This is Rogue. And Bob. ) ( One's refrained from a social life since ever, the other was born yesterday. ;P ) ( Almost literally. ) * Bob sits there on the roof, not knowing what to say, apparently mirroring his mother. * Miya appears right behind Bob and Rogue. "There you are!" Then she covers her mouth. Rogue blinks. "Miya?" Miya!? * Bob spins around. Um. Yes? I didn't mean to interrupt anything honest! It's okay. * Miya blinks. "It... is? Oh." She bites her lip. * Miya fidgets. "So, um. What were you talking about? Not that you have to tell me if you don't want to." At the moment... nothing. Oh. *Rogue Nods. "Yeah. Ah... think we were kinda' windin' down?" * Miya looks mildly confused. "Winding down?" Nuthin' left to say. * Bob reaches out and wraps a hand around Miya's ankle. * Miya blinks and looks down at her ankle. *Rogue blinks. * Bob lifts up. *Miya is light and perfectly balanced. ;P * Miya lets Bob do that, and if he keeps it up, is eventually completely in the air. She looks at Bob curiously. "What're you doing that for?" * Bob shrugs. "Dunno. You're so light." * Miya laughs a little. "Yeah, Kurt said that, too." But, um. Isn't almost everything light to you? Yeah. But it almost feels like you're not really there. I wonder how far I could throw you. ... Probably really far. That'd hurt a lot, though. "Uhm, ah think we shouldn't find out jus' now." Probably not a good idea. Unless there was someone waiting to catch you. * Miya nodnods, a little relieved at that. "Yeah." * Bob turns in place, holding Miya out over the edge. * Miya 's eyes widen, and she sets her other foot on Bob's wrist (not that it seems to make a difference). "What- what're you doing?" *Rogue sweatdrops. No, really. (This issue illustrated by a manga artist.) ( hehe. ) Dunno. * Miya takes a deep breath, and tries not to look too scared. "Why not?" You ever try flying? I- I don't think I can fly. Wanna try? No? Okay. * Bob turns around and sets Miya back down on the roof. *Rogue sweatdrops more. "Er, couldja put 'er down, Bob?" * Miya is set, then collapses, hugging her knees. Are you okay? * Miya sniffs. "No." "Ah don't think she would be!" Huh. * Miya blinks a few times and wipes at her eyes. "Bob, you just proposed killin' her. People usually don't take well t'that." I don't think she'd die... I wouldn't let her, even if she couldn't fly. * Miya bursts into tears, stuffing her face into her arms. * Bob looks confused. "Yeah, but still-- aw, look, hun, you're alright, now." * Miya mumbles, "'know. Jus' scared." Sorry. 'Sokay. * Miya wipes at her eyes some more and calms down. "Just... don't do that again. Okay?" Okay. Are you sure you can't fly? Um, well. I've fallen a lot, but I never started flying 'cause of it. Just... yeah. *Rogue shakes her head. "Most people cain't fly, sugah. Why else y'think they invented airplanes?" (Just as she says that, Eric flies overhead in his plane and throws sandwiches out. "Sandwich bombardment!") (Ooh! Are they in plastic wrap?) (Yes, but upon further inspection, they're not sandwiches, they're SPAMWICHES!) ( EW. ) ( Mmm, spam. :9 ) (That's evil.) Hmm. [ End session! ]