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[notmarieanymore]

I did.

[they're gone. Thank god.]

They were- [she hated this part of explaining her powers.] -they were the personalities of people I touched. Bits of their lives and memories all floating around. [It's why she often had migraines.

...and now he was going to think she was crazy.]

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He doesn't go to sympathy first, of course, but he doesn't go to judgment either. Mostly he just looks wary, deeply wary. Lives and memories, personalities - how much does she know?]

You had me in your head?

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[notmarieanymore]

I'm sorry.

[She doesn't apologize, she's always hated apologizing. But she's got no choice, as she looks at John, willing herself to turn away, but unable.]

I didn't want any of it. I hope you know that.

[Maybe now he'd see why she hated using her powers so much.]

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Well. There we go. She knows at least a bit about his past, his parents, his time on the street. If she knows about Bobby, she's keeping tight-lipped on it.]

You know how it feels, then. Knowing every heat source around you, every temperature down to the decimal point, and how much of a push it'd take to combust. You know how you want to, 'cause it'd be so easy, and your whole head's built around making that happen. You must've felt that if you used my mutation.

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[notmarieanymore]

I do.

[simply, because she doesn't want to dwell on it.] I know exactly what it felt like.

[Ironically, she always had control over whatever mutation she absorbed. She could control the optic blasts that Scott Summers himself could not.]

You got real lucky, when it came to powers.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah, and everyone's always really loved me for it.

[He's the ticking time bomb. The grenade with the pin just pulled. He's the dangerous one, but not the threat - he just needs to be kept in line because he can't stop himself. He can never stop himself.]

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[notmarieanymore]

For your powers? I always thought they were cool.

[Seriously. She just couldn't really ever express it. Besides, that would make John insufferable.]

What you were capable of doing, and the minute control you had over it?

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

You're drunk.

[Maybe it's true, but taking praise from Rogue is so weird that he'd rather just write it off with a smirk. He shivers a little, an unusual gesture for him, and pulls the coat closer around his bare chest.]

You're drunk and it's fucking cold out here, even I'm feeling it. Lemme get you home.

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[notmarieanymore]

Maybe I am.

[Which is. Fine. Kinda. Maybe? She'll take it.]

Who's fault is that? You aren't wearing a shirt.

[Wait.] D'you drive? Drunk?

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

I used it to keep the sand outta your ass.

[Just a friendly reminder. And then he rolls his eyes.]

No, I don't drive. I just got here, I couldn't afford a car. I'll take the tram with you, what district are you in.

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[notmarieanymore]

Couldda been magic sand.

[What fourth wall?]

Just curious, gosh. [Elementary school, are we, Rogue?] Alright. I 'preciate that. I'm in the West.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

Did you really wanna find out? No. [Besides, it was thoughtful. Give him some credit.] Let's go.

[And he took her home, then went home and felt very smug. And also kind of dead inside.]