<div class="floatleft">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4378/xmenl35.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Rogue<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  X-men, resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Wolverine, Mid-Knight, Thor, Marcus, Bruce Banner, Ogre, Zarda<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>When Jake gestures to Thor, Rogue finds herself smiling. The young man isn’t wrong, not at all, but she’s tired of waiting, tired of hearing tales of woe and being unable to strike back. The thought of ‘running’ jars with everything the X-men stand for. And even if<i>she</i>went along with it, they might have to drag Thor with them in chains. Not to mention Marcus, the more-often-than-not silent guy who has her unspoken support. If it had been any of the X-men in there, she’d feel the same way.<br/><br/>At Jake’s comment regarding Apocalypse’s forces having noticed Thor’s arrival she heads to a hole in the wall; formerly the hole had been a window, but it’d be a gross exaggeration to describe it as such now. She glances out into the street and looks back over her shoulder at the others. “Ah won’t be complaining fo’ sure if the big boys come knocking, sugah,” she comments. “It’d sure save us a day and a half trying to get into that fortress down there. ‘sides, ah reckon ah’m not the only one who’d like to show ‘m how I feel ‘bout all they’ve done.” One corner of her mouth curled upwards as she regarded Thor. The God of Thunder had made it no secret that he was eager for battle. With his support, as well as Jake and Marcus, she thought they stood a good chance against Apocalypse’s forces. As long as they didn’t have to beat their defence systems as well.<br/><br/>Her train of thought is interrupted when her comm link flares, signalling an incoming call. For a sweet second she falls silent and stares down at her chest. Hope and caution war for precedence in Rogue’s green eyes as she taps the com. “Rogue here.”<br/><br/>Her smile widens when the message is relayed. “Domino!” The name sounds like a cheer. “And Logan too!” Rogue looks over to the door when someone calls out. “Hold on a second, hon. Looks like we got us some company.” She listens briefly to the conversation between Cesar and the others, and then returns to her conversation with Domino. “Fugitives, looks like. Might be tied up here a lil longer, sugah. Yah and Gramps might want to join us. Use my location for coordinates. Good luck and try to keep Logan out of trouble. Rogue out.”<br/><br/>“Reinforcements,” she announces cheerfully to the others. “Domino and Wolverine should be here soon.”<br/><br/>Acknowledging Cesar with a nod and a little wave Rogue adds her voice to the others. “Y’all are welcome here.” When Cesar indicates their doctor, her gaze turns towards Bruce. Although he looks familiar she can’t quite place him, until Thor greets the man. “Ahh,” she says. “Dr. Banner?” Stepping forward she extends her gloved hand. “Ah should’ve recognized ya right away. Henry always speaks highly of yah. You and your friends are very welcome here.” Usually McCoy’s references to his conversations with Dr Banner fly right over Rogue’s southern belle’s head, but there was no mistaking Beast’s regard for Banner’s work.<br/><br/>Thor’s comment about fighting side by side with the well known scientist seems a tad odd, but since she’s fought alongside Beast, who might be the ultimate pacifist, she takes his words for granted.<br/><br/>Not that she is given much time to consider any of their words.<br/><br/>The explosion at Sunset Boulevard leaves her momentarily speechless, and as her gaze trails upwards to the pillar of smoke rising skywards, she comments drily. “If that’s in response to Thor, they’re a mighty way off. Ah’ll go take a look-see.”<br/><br/>Just as Rogue leaps up into the air a howl disturbs whatever was left of the quiet. Rocks smash into the side of the building and Rogue turns around, narrowing her eyes. “Hey! This place has doors!” She mutters. “Excuse me, boys, ah need to teach some guy some manners.” She flies over towards the rock-smashing Ogre and around him, picking up a lantern pole on the way which she swings like a golf club at the ball that is the Ogre’s head.<br/><br/>From the corner of her eyes she notices the arrival of some purple clad figure, but as that one sets course for Thor she figures he’ll deal with her, friend or foe. For now, Rogue’s intent is to stop that brute from smashing down the refugees intended shelter. “Can’t find way in, sugah? Let me show ya the way out!”<br/>