<div class="floatleft">(https://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg107/penceton/X-Men/mystique.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Character</strong>:<em>Mystique</em><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Undisclosed location<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Rogue</em><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Undisclosed time.  [Undisclosed location]</strong><br/><br/>The time was nigh!  Closer even.  She knew better than to second guess<em>Irene</em>.<em>Destiny</em>.  After all.  Close friend aside.  The lady was gifted at<em>precognition</em>.  Which was invaluable.  And she foretold.  Of something big.  And powerful.  Happening soon.  And to her...<br/><br/><em>Daughter</em>.  The scared child, whom she'd taken in.  Upon her own.  And cared for.  Trained.  Sought to better.  The girl, she dare not allow.  Leave.  Out of her sight.  Or off these premises.  Not under any circumstance.  For she was far too important.<em>They</em>were all so.  Close, after all.  Sooner then soon in fact...<br/><br/>Speak of the<em>lil' devil</em>.  She decided to give her the news.  For once.  "Pack your belongings,<em>Rogue</em>.  I expect you to be more than ready.  Because we leave<em>tomorrow</em>!"  A cool smile.  Played out.  For the young woman that perked up just now.  Who had come so far.  Under her constructive.  Tutelage.<em> Playtime's over</em>...<br/>========================================================================