la_belle_rogue | [Video]

Back home Ah work at a school. [In between averting Earth shattering disasters and fighting the good fight for equality, which sadly involves actual fighting. But that is not the point of this.] We teach all the basics, but we also cater to a very special group of people, mutants. Folks born with powers that set them apart on the evolutionary charts. A lot of those people don't really know what ta do with the gifts they're born with, or how ta control them.

That was mah area of focus. Ah've been teachin' young mutants how ta get a handle on their gifts for a long while. Ah'm able ta do it a lot more effectively than most, because Ah can share their power for a while, get an idea of what they're livin' with, and how it works. How it's supposed ta work.

And Ah know we've got some folks here that have powers like that. Gifts they don't quite know how ta work completely. Ah'd like ta offer mah help. Ah know we've got a little school here for further education, so Ah'm wonderin' if Ah might take up a teachin' spot for this sort of thing.

It'd be a one on one learnin' basis. Anyone interested, we could work out days and times for lessons.

Anyway, it's an idea.

[Private to Arthas, later]

Hey Ah'm keepin' a slot open for ya on mah sign up sheet.

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[Rogue follows him inside and takes the land in without surprise. She remembers this place even though she's physically never been here. He has, and she stole his memories once. They've been organized and filed away in their own space in her mind, but she can draw them up the same as any other memory. Vague and dream like, but when held directly against the reality, they give her a sense of satisfaction of accuracy. She knows it's not her memory, which to anyone else might feel strange to experience, but Rogue is old hat at this.

That being said, memories are already imperfect things for most people. It's not like she has a mental map or anything. So she raises her voice over the wind so he can hear her.]

Is there some place outta the wind?

I used to have buildings here.

[Icecrown, and the saronite gates around it.]

The CES never shows them. Closer to the mountains it should be more sheltered.

[He starts crunching through the snow, rough-soled boots easily gripping on the glacier surface.]

[She falls in step behind him. She's smart enough to step in the prints he makes, even though his stride is significantly longer than her own. It's a lot easier than trying to wade her own way through the snow. Her uniform is sleek, form fitting, and some might even accuse fashionable, but it is made for multi-terran. It's not invincible, but it does enough to keep her warm, even as the wind turns her cloak into nothing but dramatic flair, as she marches after him.]

[The wind abruptly cuts off as they enter the shadow of a jagged standing rock - helped along by Arthas pushing the snow away with what little influence over ice is left to him.]

Sheltered enough?

[Her cloak settles around her, and it feels colder with it than without for a moment, thanks to the frigid air. But it would warm in a few minutes. At least she could hear herself think again.]

Now that Ah don't have ta shout, yeah. This'll do alright for today. Have a seat. Get comfy.

Comfy?

[He glances down at the serrated ice, dubious.]

Can I stand?

[She sighs, blatant and a little amused.]

Next time, Ah'm pickin' the place. Stand if ya have ta. It's just easier ta relax when you're sittin'.

I like standing better anyway.

[Arthas grumbles, and leans against the rock as well as he can without quite altering his military stiffness.]

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