<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">Rowan, now thoroughly ready to sleep, sat at the island counter with her chin in her hand, eyes drifting closed sleeply before she would snap them open again and take a sip from her turmix. This happened a few times before Melinda's scent began to fill the room and Rowan's head snapped up in surprise. While Rowan herself was wholeheartedly straight, it didn't stop her feral side from responding the soft noises she now heard accompanied by the smell. Her blood began to race, and she could feel the ache of desire, and a moistness between her legs. <br/>
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“M-Melinda what are you doing?! Anyone could come down her you know!” Rowan chided.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd"><br/>
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</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#98fb98">“No we lost him when you did.” Bobby answered with a shrug. “But we came here to help you, not hunt Sabertooth...We came here to offer you all a safe place to stay. Its a school for mutants.” <br/>
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Bobby didn't explain why they would need a safe place. All mutants knew how hostile the world could be to their kind.<br/>
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Scott was still standing stiffly in place, still keeping an eye out for danger. But his attention was caught by one of the boys as he spoke. He was ignoring Bobby it seemed and targeting Scott as the threat here. It made him smirk, he knew Bobby could be as big a threat as he was, but they weren't here to threaten, so he merely shrugged. “Friends.” He answered simply.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">XoXoXoX</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc"><br/>
Storm wanted to breath a sigh of relief, she was glad that he was at least going to listen. She wanted nothing more then to help the two. She gave a pointed look to Rogue before glancing at Holly before giving her full attention back to Sniper. Rogue took the hint. Storm wanted her to convince the telepath.<br/>
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“We know who sent that mutant after you. His name is Magneto, and he's probably already sent more. We can offer you a safe place to stay if you'll let us.” She didn't bother with long winded speeches meant to persuade. <br/>
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Rogue watched the frightened girl beside the boys bike. She fidgeted nervously, keeping her eyes on the gun. She took a breath and focused her thoughts, concentrating solely on Holly. She hoped by focusing on her she could make herself heard.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">Holly's head snapped away from the gun to stare at the two mutants her wide eyed gaze settling on Rogue. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc">We can help you. He won't stop pursuing the two of you now, but we can offer you shelter. </span></i>The voice echoed through Holly's head and she struggled to close her mind to it. <br/>
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“Stop it.” She yelled at the brunette. <br/>
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She had never fully learned how to shut out the voices of others. To do that she would have to embrace her mutation and learn to control it. Something she hadn't let herself do. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc">Rogue looked genuinely surprised by Holly's outburst. She hadn't expected that reaction. She certainly hadn't meant to cause the girl distress. “Sorry..I. I didn't mean to....” To what? She wasn't exactly sure why the other was so upset. </span><br/>
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But Holly wasn't listening anymore. Her breathing was becoming ragged and she reached out, grabbing Sniper's bike to keep from falling to her knees. Another vision. She hated this, hated it more then she ever hated anything else, even the loss of her parents. Her head felt like it was splitting in two as she struggled to push it away. Fought not to see it. <br/>
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But again, it was a vision of the two men from before, and now a third. They were on some type of plane it looked like. The third man was a big and hulking figure, wearing some kind of protective helmet. Something was said, something about Sniper, and then the man left. The white hot pain made it difficult to understand what had been said.<br/>
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The vision ended then and she found herself on her knees beside the bike. Breathing as if she'd just run a mile, and her stomach flipped rebelliously, had she eaten within the last few hours she was sure the street would be wearing her dinner.</span>