Rogue & Arthur | Just Two Weeks
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xp_logs(Backdated) Arthur finds an unexpected face upon her triumphant return.
"Well, aye do day-clare," came from across the lawn at the sight before him. It was over the top, it was purposely awful, it was acting. The man responsible was easy to spot: sunny, smiling, blonde. Some things didn't change.
"Mr. Arthur Centino himself," Rogue responded back, her southern drawl on full display. "Y'all be givin' me the vapour with that smile of yours. Just all sugar and spice and everything nice." She blew him a kiss and grinned. "You're still around? I don't know why I'm surprised... we all stick around eventually."
For that she got a mock bow, with one gloved hand presented outward with a flourish. "Look who's talking. Do I need to go check for Cece under my bed too? Is this a reunion I forgot to RSVP for?"
"Awww Cece..." Rogue gave a smile. "Isn't she too busy being a doctor without a border to think of us small folks again? Also, who knows. It's nice to come back every once in a while, see who is still around. Not gonna lie, I'm surprised you're still here. You really have given up Hollywood for us....I'm shocked."
"Did I?" Perhaps it was merely reflex, but Arthur's introspective gaze was certainly different from the always positive persona he had cultivated for so long. "I found better ways to help people. I don't know if I could go back." He was looking past Marie now, staring off into an alternate reality only he could see. That lasted about five seconds.
"Plus, I'm learning new and exciting things everyday. Turns out I'm psychic now." He wiggled his gloved fingers in (apparent) demonstration.
Rogue laughed. "Secondary mutation? Neat! I like that we're gloves twins now though. If you ever need a pair, I got plenty in various sizes. Logan's got a pretty big collection too, and he won't mind if we borrow from it."
That idea seemed to repulse Arthur, and he visibly cringed. He tried to hide it by doubling down on the good cheer. "Turns out I can see the past of things I touch. Did you ever see The Fury? Like that, but let's picture me as Kirk Douglas. That also includes the past of gloves."
"Kinda like Adrienne?" Rogue had always thought that was a heavy kind of power. Instead of sucking up people, you were sucking up things and man, she never wanted to know what some items knew.
"The past of gloves sounds ..... lame. You poor thing. Well, I'm back now and happy to commiserate anytime you want. I only just figured out how to worn these powers of mine... and I still struggle sometimes."
That name still stung a little, despite the idea that Arthur had taken her powers completely and utterly ridiculous. He knew this. The brain weasels didn't seem to care.
"Kinda," was the best answer he could manage, "Although she was better at it. I'm working through it! But, tell me about you. Weren't you busy wowing the good people of Canada?"
"Naturally." She winked and blew a kiss at him. "I am the OG Southern Belle. Now, sit, have some whiskey with me and let's reminisce about our youth like good elders do. We can talk about youth and how they suck."
"Well, aye do day-clare," came from across the lawn at the sight before him. It was over the top, it was purposely awful, it was acting. The man responsible was easy to spot: sunny, smiling, blonde. Some things didn't change.
"Mr. Arthur Centino himself," Rogue responded back, her southern drawl on full display. "Y'all be givin' me the vapour with that smile of yours. Just all sugar and spice and everything nice." She blew him a kiss and grinned. "You're still around? I don't know why I'm surprised... we all stick around eventually."
For that she got a mock bow, with one gloved hand presented outward with a flourish. "Look who's talking. Do I need to go check for Cece under my bed too? Is this a reunion I forgot to RSVP for?"
"Awww Cece..." Rogue gave a smile. "Isn't she too busy being a doctor without a border to think of us small folks again? Also, who knows. It's nice to come back every once in a while, see who is still around. Not gonna lie, I'm surprised you're still here. You really have given up Hollywood for us....I'm shocked."
"Did I?" Perhaps it was merely reflex, but Arthur's introspective gaze was certainly different from the always positive persona he had cultivated for so long. "I found better ways to help people. I don't know if I could go back." He was looking past Marie now, staring off into an alternate reality only he could see. That lasted about five seconds.
"Plus, I'm learning new and exciting things everyday. Turns out I'm psychic now." He wiggled his gloved fingers in (apparent) demonstration.
Rogue laughed. "Secondary mutation? Neat! I like that we're gloves twins now though. If you ever need a pair, I got plenty in various sizes. Logan's got a pretty big collection too, and he won't mind if we borrow from it."
That idea seemed to repulse Arthur, and he visibly cringed. He tried to hide it by doubling down on the good cheer. "Turns out I can see the past of things I touch. Did you ever see The Fury? Like that, but let's picture me as Kirk Douglas. That also includes the past of gloves."
"Kinda like Adrienne?" Rogue had always thought that was a heavy kind of power. Instead of sucking up people, you were sucking up things and man, she never wanted to know what some items knew.
"The past of gloves sounds ..... lame. You poor thing. Well, I'm back now and happy to commiserate anytime you want. I only just figured out how to worn these powers of mine... and I still struggle sometimes."
That name still stung a little, despite the idea that Arthur had taken her powers completely and utterly ridiculous. He knew this. The brain weasels didn't seem to care.
"Kinda," was the best answer he could manage, "Although she was better at it. I'm working through it! But, tell me about you. Weren't you busy wowing the good people of Canada?"
"Naturally." She winked and blew a kiss at him. "I am the OG Southern Belle. Now, sit, have some whiskey with me and let's reminisce about our youth like good elders do. We can talk about youth and how they suck."
