15698/Cellmates

Cellmates
Date of Scene:	24 August 2023
Location:	Mysterious Base
Synopsis:	Rogue and Magneto settle in together inside their not-so-comfy cell.
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Erik Lensherr
Tinyplot:	The Ohio Mutant Conspiracy

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Rogue has posed:
It was not long after the helicopter took off in Ohio that Rogue started to regret her decision to take the offer of coming to the supposed lab where the mutant vaccine was being created. She'd sat on the chopper with members of Black Team 57, many of them eyeing her closely as she just sat there in her X-Men uniform, her arms over her stomach, her leather jacket pulled closed around her.

It was just a few steps off of the landing field before Rogue saw the lab was some kind of a bunker built out of a old missile silo, that she entirely changed her mind and bolted for the sky!

She was instantly blasted with some strange stun weapon, that dropped her to the ground in a heap of her own clothing. Some unknown amount of time later, and she woke up on the floor of some pute-white colored room. She pushed herself up to her hip, and looked around. Within moments, a pair of figures stepped in to the room, and they confronted the Belle...

Some time after that, and the doors to the cell where Magneto is being kept is whisked open, and Rogue is carried in by her arms, she's slumped between two men in black military garb, with a mutant nullifier collar on around her neck.

Magneto is wearing something similar no less.

The men carry the half-awake, half-asleep southern -Men in to the cell, and tossing her on the floor at its center.

One of the men glares at Magneto, holding up a stun-baton and warning him to stay back.

"We brought you a girlfriend, old man. You can thank us later." The guard sdays with a small huff of a laugh from his partner, who looks down at Rogue. "She's a pretty one too. You should thank us." The second guard adds on to what the first said.

The cell has concrete walls, and a white painted polished concrete floor. There are clearly cameras built in to the walls, with only one spotlight set in the center of the ceiling. There is metal everywhere, but Magneto is gimped by the damn collar device.

Erik Lensherr has posed:
Magneto had not spoken to his captors since they brought him in. He'd sat in silence, occasionally giving them a knowing smirk as though he had something in mind that they could only guess at. It hadn't won him any friends, but then he had very little interest in winning hearts and minds.

He's sitting on the floor when they bring Rogue in, legs folded beneath him. His eyes closed, hands set on his knees. It could be meditation, or it could be anything else. Steel blue eyes open after a moment, regarding the men impassively as they dump the Southern Belle on the floor. He makes no effort to move to her side, remaining still and unresponsive as they speak.

He waits until the guards are gone to rise to his feet, moving over to stand over Rogue. He regards her with a careful tilt of his head to one side, finally speaking up.

"Wake up now, Rogue," he says, leaning into his habit of using mutant names only, "You need to tell me what's happening outside."

Rogue has posed:
The two guards both walk out of the room, chuckling at one another before they seal the door shut with a heavy thud that reverberates through the environment...

Magneto's voice is not the type of voice that you just sleep through. They clearly hadn't injected Rogue yet with the vaccine though, since they had the collar on her, and they hadn't come for Magneto yet for 'treatment' either. It was likely they were holding these two for some kind of possible future leverage...

Rogue stirs, the muscles in her neck twitching first, then her head turning as she looks at Erik's feet before rolling over on to her back. Still in her green and gold costume, sans her yellow gloves which were removed, Rogue looks further around their shared space.

"Where am I?" She asks. "What are you doin here?" She further asks. "What are you wearin?" She yet further asks again, her eyes on his bulky collar. It's then that she feels her own neck inside a similar such device, and it causes the Belle to sit up on the floor, her right hand going up to the restraining mechanism upon its bound halves. She makes a little whining noise as she can't remove it, her strength reduced to her natural standards... She's been depowered a lot this past year, from the Savage Lands ordeal, to now this.

She sighs.

Her green eyes go to the doorway, her right hand moving to brush her tangled hair out of her face. "These sonsa bitches... I'm gonna ring their god damn throats!" She says, her voice still sounding a bit groggy from being stunned.

Erik Lensherr has posed:
"The where of it all, I can't tell you," Magneto answers, looking around the cell in silence for a moment, "I'm afraid I can't avail myself of my usual means of orienteering at the moment - and before you go attacking the walls, I'd advise against it. These gentlemen don't seem inclined to mend broken bones."

When Rogue touches the collar around her neck, the depowered Master of Magnetism nods his head with solemnity.

"As for why I'm here? Well, I had to see it for myself."

As he speaks he locks eyes with her, before moving them pointedly to look at the surveillance cameras mounted near the ceiling. Wordlessly letting her know they're being monitored.

"Try not to move around too much. You're still coming down from the effects of their anaesthetic. They're cocksure when we don't have our powers, but they're still not leaving things up to chance."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue hadn't been there when Magneto had turned himself over to the men of Black Team 57. She'd heard the aftermath of it from others on the X-Men who had been though. She gets the hint about being watched, and it causes her eyes to flitter up to the ceiling before she looks back down at him. "Figures..." She mutters under her breath before she turns around on the floor, pushing herself back near to one of the walls, her knees pointed up to plant her heels down upon the cell floor, her thigh-high yellow boots a bit scuffed with dirt from before she'd gotten here.

She fiddles with the collar some more... clearly not liking how it feels upon her neck.

"They told me they'd clear my record if I did this, that they wouldn't take my Aunt's farm, and that I wouldn't have to worry about the troubles of my mutation, plus... I'd be savin' the day for those who were wronged by, by all my crimes, or whatever." She says to the room, admiting to him why she was here, but assuming he'll think less of her for agreeing to it.

"I didn't know though..." She says, looking back up at him. "This ain't a lab, Mags. This is some kinda bunker. I seen it from the outside, it's a missile silo... I think. Like a big damn concrete and metal Hobbit hole in the side'a some mountain, covered in trees.

Erik Lensherr has posed:
"They made no offers to me," Magneto answers with a wan smirk and holding his hands out with the palms facing upward, "The perils of a life spent as one man's freedom fighter and another's terrorist, I suppose."

He takes in what Rogue has to say in silence. His mouth forms a thin line, listening to promises made and broken.

"A missile silo? The commandos made it quite clear that whoever was behind this was on a war footing. This is how it starts, after all. When they're finished with volunteers like yourself, then they'll reach for the 'undesirables' like me."

"You understand now that you can't let them give you that vaccine? That no matter the promises offered, you cannot sacrifice a part of yourself."

He quickly moves on: "What else did you see?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue leans back against the cold and unyielding concrete wall. She listens to Erik's soothingly intimidating voice, and slowly she nods a few small times. "I know. I don't get the feelin' I'm gonna get outta this place alive either way, really. I mean... who brings people to a place like this, with the intention of givin' them a needle, then a sucka, and sendin' them on their way? It doesn't add up, Mags..." She softly says to the much older man, as she looks up toward him again.

"But what can I do to stop'em, now that they got us wearin' these blessed things?" She asks, indicating the collar with another swipe of her right hand across its edge.

A glance is given to the cell exit, before Rogue looks back to Erik, and she tries to recall more details. "Bachland. He was in the holdin' room they first brought me too. He and some mutant guy who put me to sleep. They took my gloves off, and said they'd prepare me for the vaccine in the mornin, then I was out like a light."

She slowly shakes her head. "The others will find us though, once Jean an' all'a them hear about this... They'll come in, gangbusters style..." She hopes aloud.

Erik Lensherr has posed:
"One thing I have learned, Rogue," Magneto says as he takes a seat on his bunk, letting out a short exhalation of air, "Is to never expect outside intervention, no matter how likely it may seem. We are in this mess whether we like it or not, so it behoves us to find our own way out."

The extra details merit a nod from him.

"So they have mutants working with them. I'm unsurprised. Just as there are always those among our people who will stand in our defense, there are those who will sell us out for the proverbial handful of silver. No matter."

He gestures towards the door with a steady hand and steely gaze.

"They expect us to rely on our gifts because that is what we know. But we know more than that. We have lived our lives in the long shadows cast by hatred and fear, and that has made us cunning and, when needs must, cruel. They will make a mistake. It is on us to make sure they suffer for it."

Rogue has posed:
The Belle just leans back against the wall, her knees up close to her chest as she watches, listens and considers his words. He's an inspirationl man. She'd learned that back in her Brotherhood days 7 or 8 years ago now... But what he says now, it just makes her look down at her lap, as good as she can anyway, considering that damn collar.

"I'm tired of people sufferin'." She says nearly a full minute later.

Her head shakes side to side, her wild hair gently swaying over her shoulders.

"We fight all the damn time. We go on these wild missions, around the world, or way out far inta space nowadays... But it's endless. We just keep findin' new things t'fight, and new things find us, and want us to suffer. I'm tired of it, Nags..." She quietly says.

Her feet spread apart a little, but her arms wrap around the tops of her knees as she lays her forhead down against them for just a moment.

"I think we're in Colorado." She finally says lastly.