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Post by metapanda on Sept 13, 2024 2:40:57 GMT
Kurt's eyes focused on Rogue. He could see the sadness and weariness in her eyes. She needed Gambit, but had pushed him away. Yet another example of someone choosing to cause themselves pain and sadness rather than just letting themselves be happy. It was truly a mystery that Kurt couldn't solve. The only way his sister would ever be happy was if she would stop pushing away the ones she loved. He understood her hesitation and fear, and wished he could help her process it. He had faith though that God would not have blessed her with such amazing and dangerous of a power if there was not a purpose for it. He just had to find a way to help her find that purpose, or to help her control her awesome power. There had to be a way to do it besides the painful inhibitor collars. Perhaps one of the many geniuses of the world could solve that particular problem, but that raised a dangerous concern. If they didn't cause mutants pain, the likely hood of them being forced on mutants to make mutants socially acceptable skyrocketed. Even with the ethical concerns of the pain it caused mutants to wear the inhibitor collars, there were far to many humans who would gladly prefer to see a mutant in one than not. The easiest solution to his sister's problem was the one that was also the biggest double edged sword. His eyes drifted to Betsy as she lunged at him to give him another bear hug. He wasn't blind. He knew the effect he had on many women despite his appearance. He chuckled a little. He could dodge bullets, so he could have easily Betsy but he chose not too. He wrapped his arm around her laughing at Rogue and said,"Ah, mein sister. We're only just having some fun." Despite what he said, there was the rush of air causing his signature bamf, and a puff of smoke from the brimstone dimension as he disappeared from Betsy's arms, appearing in another puff of smoke next to Rogue. He was careful not to touch her as his tail moved with the speed of a snake striking its target. His tail slid into her pocket taking her phone with a surprising deftness one would not expect from such an appendage. His tail recoiled back tossing the phone. With ease he caught it and said,"Do not worry, I shall not let you call Herr Gambit, though it would be much better for him and yourself if you did." He gave her a look that said he would drop it at that before turning his attention to Betsy and said,"Come now Frau. I think you forget who Logan's favorite drinking buddy is. I am not a protestant. We are allowed to enjoy our time here on this wundervoll world; though I do not enjoy getting, as they say, white girl wasted."
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Post by Beriadan on Sept 17, 2024 20:10:30 GMT
Betsy gave a laugh, slightly shriller than before, perhaps out of slight embarrassment. It was worth it to see Rogue squirm, of course. She stuck her tongue out at her as she gripped Kurt tight before he teleported away.
"Alright, truce. Brothers are off the table. If it'll stop you making that face when you think of Brian, I won't reminisce about Kurt's sexy beard!"
Betsy snorted, and nodded in agreement. Logan had a ridiculous stash. It took him far more to get drunk after all, with that unfortunate ability. She looked between the two as Remy was mentioned again, and gave a little frown at Kurt. That bad? Betsy looked at Rogue, and gave her a wide smile.
"Come on. Let's nick Wolvie's booze and get royally fucked up. You might not be aiming for that, Kurt, old friend, but I am decidedly ready for a lot of fucking alcohol!"
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Post by Countess on Sept 19, 2024 21:25:59 GMT
"If you are going to have that kind of fun, get a room," Rogue says, shuddering all over. Bleh. Bleeeeeeeh. It gives her the ick. "Keep talking about his," she starts, then fake gags before continuing, "sexy beard, and I will start talking about Brian's shoulders. I have a very distinct and formative memory of him in the Danger Room that did not leave anything to the imagination," Rogue says, narrowing her eyes at the two. She gives another shudder, the grossed out kind. She will play this game with Betsy, and she will win it. Anything to not think about-
"Thanks. The last thing I need is to drunk dial him and beg him home," she says, trying very hard to keep up the joking momentum from before, but it falls flat. She would call him, she would beg, and it would undo everything she has been trying to do for him. He deserves better than her.
"I am not forgetting his favorite drinking buddy, because that is me, Kurt," Rogue says, rolling her eyes at him, getting back into the routine. Come on, girl, don't be such a Debbie Downer! "I am the one who knows where his stash is!" she says, racing through the building before Betsy and Kurt wise up to her.
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Post by metapanda on Sept 27, 2024 2:20:56 GMT
Kurt shared a silent glance with Betsy. His large yellow eyes conveyed his answer just as silently. Rogue hadn't just jumped on the grenade in regards to blowing up her relationship with Remy, she had also pulled the pin and thrown the grenade. He chuckled at Rogue as she ran out of the room. Of course he knew where the stash was. He had probably bought more than a few of the bottles. He glanced at Betsy and said,"It seems we have been challenged to a race." He gave her a playful wink before racing off after his sister. He quickly was on all fours. His agility, speed, and ability to crawl on the walls and roof gave him a severe advantage, but he wasn't really trying to win. He could have just teleported there if he was. His sister needed to have fun. She was running from herself and her problems, which wasn't always the healthiest choice but she needed to process her decision. He wasn't about to rob her of that chance. Sooner or later, she would have to face the truth. She loved Gambit, and Gambit loved her. Everyone knew it. The stupid Cajun had taken the breakup just as poorly and was running away from his problems just like Rogue. They would eventually see how made for each other they were, and everyone would be better for it. That or everyone would get caught up in their self destructive race to rock bottom. He had faith they would figure it out eventually. He would only step in if they didn't. Kurt swung from a chandelier, landing on the banister of one of the nearby staircases going up stairs before leaping across. He called towards Rogue teasingly,"Meine Schwester, it seems like you're getting slow."
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Post by Beriadan on Sept 27, 2024 20:16:11 GMT
"Hah! Absolute bollocks, Logan always said I was the only one who came close to drinking him under the bloody table!"
She gave Kurt a small, sad little smile. Rogue had always struggled with getting close to people, physically and mentally. If this was bad, then it was bad. Betsy only had a few days in America, but her friend needed her, so she made a vow then and there to make herself present.
"No fucking way are either of you beating me!"
Betsy lifted herself into the air, flying through the corridors with some considerable speed. As she passed Rogue, going backwards in a sitting position, she poked the girl's nose with a psyonic finger.
"Boop! Still slow, Rogue!"
Betsy stuck her tongue out, seconds before hitting a wall where the corridor made a sharp turn, and falling face first to the floor.
"Fuck!"
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Post by Countess on Oct 4, 2024 15:12:46 GMT
Kurt, for all his kindnesses and hope, had the situation wrong in his inner musings. He may see it as Rogue blowing up the relationship, and in a way it was, there was one key point he didn't see that Rogue did. She saw the writing on the wall a long time ago, and was perpetually too selfish to let the guy go. Now they both are caught in these feelings... Rogue never threw the grenades... she is the the grenade. Sooner or later, she is going to kill Remy, steal his powers, steal everything that makes him... him. All the love in the world isn't going to change those facts.
It is better this way. Safer, too.
Rogue continues to run, not putting much into it. This is meant to be fun- besides, they all know Kurt would win in an instant if powers were involved. Clearly, everyone knows not to-
"Hey! That's cheatin!" Rogue calls out to the flying Betsy, then finding herself jumping over her when she crashes. "Ha! That's what you get, playin dirty like that!" she calls out behind her, then takes a sharp turn of her own. There is a shortcut she knows- here is hoping that wall hasn't gotten fixed yet...
"Slow? At least I have my cunnin, brother!" Rogue says, not bothering with his route, but instead going through where a couple of students had an accident... and barrels through a half finished wall. Rogue has to get a little creative, flying briefly to make sure she doesn't fuck it up any more than it already is, and sails through a gap in the drywall.
Half way there.
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Post by metapanda on Oct 11, 2024 1:48:38 GMT
Kurt couldn't help but laugh when Betsy took the wrong turn and ended up at a dead end. He called out after her,"Frau Betsy, you have been gone too long. We've rebuilt." Kurt's chuckle ended when he noticed the path his sister was taking. He winced a little expecting the wall to get damaged again. Emma would have serious words with them about that if it had happened. Likely the money to repair the walls would come out of their paychecks. Emma didn't skimp out when it came to repairs. He wasn't sure if him or Rogue could afford a hit to their wallets like that. The path he was taking didn't allow him to rapidly shift his path to go through the same hole as Rogue. At least not while maintaining his velocity, but he could cheat a little. Kurt disappeared in a puff of smoke and began falling through the air, hundreds of feet above the mansion. He let gravity take over as he adjust his position. He went through a series of rapid teleportations, quickly changing the vector of his momentum. He had done this many times to the point that it took very little conscious thought on how to manipulate his teleportations to maintain and manipulate his momentum. He reappeared in the same hallway with the wall that was being repaired. Using his increased momentum, he quickly tumbled and dove through the hole. It was a simple feat. He had performed more difficult stunts while working in the circus. His extended hands hit the ground first as he manipulated body through out the dive. He went into a series of somersaults with a grace and speed that Olympic gymnasts could only dream of possessing. His body twisted in ways his unique physiology allowed for, his tail acting as a spring to further propel him. He ended the movement with an aerial flip before beginning to run with Rogue just ahead of him. He called out from behind her teasingly,"For a moment I thought you were going to bust through a random wall."
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Post by Beriadan on Oct 12, 2024 15:01:45 GMT
Betsy picked herself as the others barreled on ahead. She grinned, swiping purple hair from her eyes.
"I think some of that was due to me smashing through walls like a fucking train! I'm not losing though!"
Betsy sprinted behind the two, using her telekinesis to push her body faster, leaping after Rogue as she went through a hole in the wall. Hot on both of their tails, grinning like a lunatic. This took her back. Just letting loose and enjoying herself. She bore the weight of two world's on her shoulders now, but this... it was like being home.
"Alright, you pair of arses, let's see if you can beat me after this!"
Betsy gathered telekinetic energy behind her back, which she then thrust into her own back, pushing her the extra distance, giving her a burst of speed as she flew through the air again, but this time without a wall in front of her.
"It's not cheating if I win!"
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Post by Countess on Oct 24, 2024 14:56:00 GMT
Rogue zooms past some of her own students, a smile on her face that hasn't been there in days. For a moment, she's forgotten it all, just giving in to the moment and all that it has to offer her. It is a race with her brother and one of her best friends, all to see who can get to Logan's secret stash of booze first. It is... silly, ridiculous, absolutely so, and all she can think, as she is running through the halls of the living quarters of the other teachers is...
This would have been so much better if Remy were here.
Rogue hesitates, quite literally tripping herself up. She goes down, just as Betsy flies above her. Kurt gets past her, too, both of them careening past her as she pushes herself up onto her elbows.
She got what she wanted. Gods, she finally fucking got what she wanted. Why does it have to be like this? It shouldn't hurt so much, knowing he might finally get the life he deserves, the happiness he deserves. They have tried to make it work, tried to be happy together, and it never works out. One of them is always going to be holding back.
Rogue stays there for a moment, head tipping down so her forehead touches the floor. It is cold, cold enough to give her a second of relief as she grounds herself... Then she gets up, a bit of a pained smile, as she tries to see who won after all.
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Post by metapanda on Nov 12, 2024 3:05:38 GMT
Kurt danced around, between, and over students with an inhuman grace as they raced through the halls. He noticed his sister slowing down before coming to a complete stop. His impressive reflexes allowed him to take in all the stimuli around him. He deftly dodged out of the way as Betty went flying through, and used the momentum to change his angle. He kicked up off the wall of the hallway, his hands clinging to the ceiling. Showing an incredible flexibility and strength, he tucked his legs up to the ceiling in one smooth motion. Gravity hit his hair immediately, causing it to dangle toward the ground as he perched like a gargoyle upside down on the ceiling. His soft glowing yellow eyes studied his sister quietly, watching her pull herself together and clearly take a moment to gather herself. He catches her eyes and says gently,"Whenever you are ready to talk about it, I'm here." He pauses briefly, glancing behind him down the hallway leading to the garage before saying,"Shall we catch up with Frau Betsy? We would not want her to drink all of Herr Logan's stash all on her own."
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Post by Beriadan on Nov 15, 2024 23:25:07 GMT
"I wouldn't drink it all without company."
Betsy stepped into view with a bottle in both hands, beneath folded arms. She lwant against the doorframe to the garage, smiling faintly at the two of them, but with her eyes focused on Rogue.
"You know... we've faced against plenty of wankers who wanted to do us harm. Just because it's emotional this time and not physical doesn't mean you can't fall back on your team."
Betsy's eyes were full of understanding as she tossed a bottle towards Kurt, unscrewing the other and taking a swig before letting out a vicious gasp of breath.
"Fuck me twice, this is the shit I remember. Ugh. Listen, Rogue. You can talk, or you can drink and just... laugh. Cry. Bitch. Whatever you like. We're here for your every need, girlfriend."
Betsy offered out a hand, winking at her former colleague, her friend.
"And if that means just getting entirely fucking wasted and complaining about how much men suck arse, then so be it. No offence, Kurt. You alright, Rogue you beautiful being?"
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