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  <title>Anna Marie - Rogue</title>
  <subtitle>Anna Marie - Rogue</subtitle>
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    <name>Anna Marie - Rogue</name>
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  <updated>2014-11-08T04:37:51Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-01-13:1419399:2654</id>
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    <title>RP for ragin_cajun</title>
    <published>2014-11-08T04:37:51Z</published>
    <updated>2014-11-08T04:37:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It had taken surprisingly longer for the mental presence of Remy to disappear, and marginally longer for Rogue to get her wits about her enough to really sit down and address the come-to-light information that had occurred when she was almost more Gambit than Rogue. The biology of it, she skipped. No one really knew how she worked. No physical examination could happen in the state she was in to accurately gauge anything, between invulnerability and people tending toward dying when they touched her skin-to-skin. The only person she might let experiment with it was Remy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more the mental than anything else. It was figuring out just how ready she was to risk it, risk him. It wasn't simple. It wasn't an easy answer. It wasn't completely safe, like if she were encased in something. It would be the two of them, tangled limbs and everything else that made the depths of her ache, and one wrong move and Remy would be unconscious or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she'd asked him to drop it for awhile. Let it all be, and give her the space to think it over. And he had. Gloriously, as he always did, he gave her the space she wanted, while invading it all at the same time in subtle and less-than-subtle ways. It was a simple moment, Rogue lying next to him, grading papers, trying to remember pieces of grammar that made her head ache, and her mind just suddenly deciding. Everything snapped into place to assure her it was the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked over at him with a smirk. It would be out of no where, and she knew it. "Still feel like bein' my guinea pig, Swamp Rat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=southern_smash&amp;ditemid=2654" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-01-13:1419399:2423</id>
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    <title>southern_smash @ 2013-06-18T21:31:00</title>
    <published>2013-06-19T07:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2013-06-19T07:07:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://southern-smash.dreamwidth.org/2423.html#cutid1"&gt;The ground shook with the impact. Earth splintered and groaned, exploding outward from body-turned-projectile. Rended, razed, destroyed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=southern_smash&amp;ditemid=2423" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-01-13:1419399:2193</id>
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    <title>This is a gift. It comes with a price.</title>
    <published>2013-02-22T19:46:09Z</published>
    <updated>2013-02-22T19:46:09Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">"It's entirely experimental, Rogue. You need to know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah get it, sugar. Ain't gonna go out there an' start grabbin' people on a whim, just t'see if Ah can," she replies, eyes staring at the silver around her wrist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shorted out four already. The circuitry needed to negate your ability may not exist yet. It may be even worse when your ability is active." Wearing gloves, he gingerly turns her hand over, using a small screwdriver to make minute adjustments. "Well, that's that. Let's try it, hm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nods and takes a breath. &lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://southern-smash.dreamwidth.org/2193.html#cutid1"&gt;When the clasp is closed entirely, Rogue lets that breath out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=southern_smash&amp;ditemid=2193" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-01-13:1419399:1816</id>
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    <title>Here we are.</title>
    <published>2013-01-28T07:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2013-01-28T07:13:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Here we are, underneath a million leaves&lt;br /&gt;in shadows of compromising scenes.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I dreamed this would be steamier.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got one chance to move you,&lt;br /&gt;One chance to move you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://southern-smash.dreamwidth.org/1816.html#cutid1"&gt;So here we are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=southern_smash&amp;ditemid=1816" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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