<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Outside » Medical Lab | Early Evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Franklin Richards, Marvel Girl, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rogue let Franklin speak for himself, as she didn't know much of what he was talking about, anyway. Jean would hopefully understand what this guy wanted of her. Rogue was really just there as a kind of bodyguard, in case he tried something slick. She had slipped one glove off, making sure she was prepared to stop him, if she needed to. Luckily, he hadn't tried to make any moves on Jean, to hurt her in any way. Thank goodness! She really did hate the this part of her powers, anyway. Always felt so weird, like someone else was becoming trapped inside of her. All seemed to be well as they spoke, until it was time to leave.<br/><br/>Jean's voice chimed in her head, her words making her chest tense at the command. She didn't hesitate, though. Without second thought, she flew forward and hooked her arm around his chest, holding his body close to hers and flying down the hall and away from Jean as her naked hand wrapped around his jawline, her fingers pressing his face close to her body as she began to siphon his powers while trying to also not kill him.<br/><br/>Rogue didn't hold onto him for too long. As soon as she made it to the door, she flew outside and dropped him down into the snow before landing not too far from him, as well. It wasn't as stable of a landing as she normally gave, too focused on the strange and overwhelming feeling of someone else's powers pumping through her veins. Her bare hand gripped the snow beneath it into a tight ball of near-ice before she stood back up and dropped it. Carefully, she slipped her glove back on and made her way over to Franklin's body to check on him.