<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Rogue-x-men1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna Marie/Rogue<br/><strong>Location: </strong>New York City, Flying the unfriendly skies.<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Having a chat with Wanda.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Green X-Men Uniform<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cannonball, Psylocke, Rogue, Chamber, X-23, Deadpool, Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch, Black Widow<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue acted out of pure defensive instinct, warping reality ever so slightly and causing the hex bolts to miss by mere millimeters. The power from the Witch coursing through her was unnerving and overwhelming; leaving her feeling not unlike she had stuck her finger in a light socket. It tickled at first but there was the ever looming threat that your heart might give out if you kept at it long enough.<br/><br/>And there was something else…underneath the hex powers…gnawing at her. A growing hunger? She tried to bamf behind SW to no avail, she needed more of her power if she was going to pull something like that off. Maybe if she could make Wanda mad enough the woman would have eyes only for her and someone else could get in a good enough blow to send the Witch her way or give her another opening.<br/><br/>Just what was the probability on something like that anyway?<br/><br/>Only one way to find out.<br/><br/>“You kiss your Mama with that mouth?” Rogue retorted with anger, annoyance, and just a smidge of good ol’ Southern shit talk thrown in for good measure as she attempted to hit Wanda with a hex of her own. “Oh no…Ah don’t suppose you do...” Wanda’s mother had walked out on the twins shortly after birth as Rogue understood it…it was a low blow that would hopefully have the desired effect.<br/><br/>