<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/d9e15ey.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bishop, Blackout, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Arriving for another day of fun and games.<br/><hr/><br/>"Y'know the big, ba', military man gonna make you eat them words, right?" Rogue couldn't help but laugh as she followed the gothic girl into the Danger Room. The idea of Bishop going easy on anyone was enough to make her laugh. That would happen the day that Sabertooth became a vegetarian and Magneto invested in the synthetic plastics industry. The ex-soldier had the, arguably deserved, reputation for being a hard-ass. And hard. And an ass, in Rogue's opinion.<br/><br/>But he knew how to fight, she had to give him that. And training with him was more or less the only way she had at this school to keep her skills up. As hard as the man thought he was, he was nothing compared to being trained by Sabertooth--who she had been forced to touch bare-handed once, to steal his healing factor and not bleed out in front of her adopted mother. Or even her adopted mother herself, Mystique, who was as hard a trainer as would be expected. Creed knew how to fight, and destroy people in close combat--her mother taught her every other way to put her body to use. That said, most of what the woman had taught her would kill people if her clothes were nearly as revealed as the shifter's, but those were the breaks.<br/><br/>"Long as I don' have to go give Logan or Laura a bit ol' smooch to stay on my feet later, this should be a good day..." she muttered to herself, looking around the training area Bishop had set up. Back alley streets...That churned her stomach some, close quarters made her power all the more dangerous. But she had dressed for the occasion--a long, black leather trench coat, as much for her foes' protection as her own, as under it she wore a simple black top, with fitted jeans on her legs. Her ever-present black gloves covered her hands, and they brushed back through her hair as she looked around. "Hm...Y'know, I think I know this alley. Some bum tried to cop a feel here once..." she mused to herself, just waiting to see who else would show up. She just nodded to Blackout, not really knowing the girl that well, thus not really offering much in the way of a vocal greeting.