<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>Medical Lab » Outside | 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's steps were shaky as she made her way towards Franklin to check on him. Her knees nearly gave out once or twice as she struggled with the power inside of her. Gripping her head in both hands, she let out a cry, aimed at the snow beneath her feet as she felt the rushing memories filling her head, feeling like her skull would surely split open. But it didn't. She kept moving, dropping to her knees beside him and carefully checking his pulse with a gloved hand as she tried to ignore the throbbing inside her head.<br/><br/>The thought of her universe being an experiment, the memories of his entire life, and the pull of the Pheonix Force were all making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. She needed to make sure she hadn't killed him.<br/><br/>"Jeeeeeaaan!" she cried out as she gripped her hair at the roots, closing her eyes tightly at the pounding inside her head. It was all too much stimulation at once. The rushing memories, the ice cold snow on her nearly bare legs, the pounding headache that felt like someone taking a chisel to her skull, and the anxiety that tightened in her chest at the thought of having potentially killed this man. It was all too much in this moment. She needed someone to help her deal with this.