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suckstobestrange) wrote2017-03-07 02:26 am
suckstobestrange) wrote2017-03-07 02:26 am
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[Stephen hasn't bothered to record a proper voicemail message, so enjoy the standard one. Because let's be real he has way too many Important Trashdoctor Things To Do to be worrying about which of you nerds know who's number they've phoned.
You're smart, he has faith you can figure it out. Or something.] code credit |
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[She'd already reached her limit in regards to arguing his previous pet name, which she actually enjoyed, so she agreed with him, proudly at that. They hadn't exactly spent much time together, but they each had their reputations and their files not just as Avengers. They were the good sort of trouble. Rules were meant to be guidelines and while she had morals and always meant well, sometimes a bit of bending was required for the greater good.
In this case, that greater good was Stephen's level of stir crazy.]
From what ah hear, everyone's a hack except you.
[She paused and decided to take a seat... Cross-legged while levitating next to his bed, bottle of amber liquid taking up residence in her lap. Her face and tone grew more serious.]
What's the damage? And what the hell happened?
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[He could admit babyface was a good surgeon, he could! Just so long as it wasn't to the man himself. A dumb ego thing, weird as it was.
And he was definitely eyeing that bottle she had consideringly, mouth twisting slightly at the more serious questions that came when Rogue had settled in some.]
Long, complicated story kinda short, I brought Vegas back from a smoking crater, Mephisto showed up and took over, turned everyone into demons and ghost riders, I almost cheated him into undoing the damage and leaving but the cards we'd been playing with apparently could tattle, so his demon cronies and Rider'd Thor beat the living hell out of me.
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[It's only polite. Two Rogues being startled after running into one another without any warning likely won't go too well, and she's already fixing to blame the other one. Egos were delightful and she knew them well.
Oh there had been a reason she had asked the serious questions before pouring anything out, but upon receiving the answer, the mutant frowned, opened the bottle, and passed it to him. First drink went to the man who had to deal with that shit. He was a doctor and knew the risks of drinking in his condition.]
Just when ah think ah've heard it all. [A beat. At least it was back home and not here.] Ah bet ah could mop the floor with you playin' cards.
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[Because that's not the kind of thing that's fun to be surprised with, no doubt there.
Oh were they playing drink and pass, Stephen likes this game. And given his lifestyle, drinking in this condition was absolutely not the stupidest thing he'd done in the past week let alone ever.]
Gotta say the look on Mephisto's face when he thought I'd won a game I'd never played with cards that looked nothing like they should was almost worth the beat-down.
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[Because the moment he mentioned the Sanctum, Rogue started wanting to have an X-Mansion here. While there seemed to be plenty of the heavy hitting Avengers around from various universes, the mutants seemed to be lacking in leadership. It was appearing more and more as though she was the old, experienced hat when it came to X-Men, which simply added a weight of responsibility to her shoulders.
It's something she wanted to run past Strange since he had the Sanctum somehow, but banter and liquor first. Good liquor to boot.
Rogue scoffed and gave him an empathetic but chiding look. It sounded like something he'd do to catch someone else cheating. Hindsight was a bitch though.]
The beat-down's only worth it when you complete the task at hand. [Which usually involves saving the world or various parts of it. Because that's what heroes do.] Or if it's personal.
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[If there was anyone who could help them settle in or at least feel safer in their own skin, Stephen figured it would be Rogue.
And the chiding look would just get a faint twitch of his mouth as he was passing the bottle her way.]
Hence the 'almost' worth it. Still need to figure out how to escape and get everyone's souls back, let alone ousting Mephisto and his crew.
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[And there went another swig. What was that about sharing? Clearing her throat, she returned her focus and the conversation at hand to Strange's problems and not her own. It's not like she needed to fake concern there, and her brow furrowed in thought again.]
That somethin' you want to try and hash out now, or would you like to catch me up to speed with the current status of the Avengers here?
[Want to gossip?]