You can't get lost if you don't know where you're going (Completed)

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 Character: Rogue and Larxene
Content: Rogue seems to be off to an inauspicious start for her stay in Paixao; Larxene takes note of this. Hilarity--or something--ensues.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Nighttime
Warnings: Larxene is a warning. =D Do you need anything else?

Rogue woke up with a tiny groan, curled up uncomfortably on the ground in her mass of cobbled together thrift store clothes. She remembered falling asleep while hitching a ride in a mac truck, but after that..... he must have gotten to his destination and dumped her at the side of the road. It was rude, but she wouldn't dare complain, not when she had gotten so far along her way and not been directly touched when she was pitched out.... A quick check revealed that he hadn't even stolen anything. A bit shaky, she climbed to her feet, approaching the line--she wasn't familiar with any city covered by such immense domes, but it looked beautiful, and there were so many people to get inside.....

Unlike most though, she was content to wait, keeping her hands to herself and not looking anyone in the eye. It was her turn soon enough, and the man at the booth smiled at her, clipboard in hand. "Name?"

"M--My name's Rogue." She stumbled over her simple response, soft southern accent seeming glaringly out of place compared with his blander tones; she'd nearly offered him her real name, her old name. The one she knew she shouldn't use anymore.

"Here are some pamphlets and a journal; welcome to Paixao, and enjoy your stay." The man at the booth hardly paid attention as he grabbed a handful of pamphlets and a vibrant, forest-green journal, pressing them into hands that hadn't stretched out to take them.

"D-don't--!" She didn't have time to do more than choke out a broken warning before they touched; she gasped in pain, senses reeling for a moment before she jerked away. The pamphlets scattered on the counter between them as the man convulsed, crying out and slumping back in his chair--dazed, but conscious, she was relieved to see. Rogue didn't notice the thick shock of white that had tainted her bangs now, too focused on the fact that she was glowing, a faint white light emanating from every inch of unexposed skin she had--which, granted, wasn't much. It almost felt like the light came from inside too, burned against her fear and despair; it was confusing and conflicting, and quite upsetting, so Rogue did the only thing she knew she could do, now.

She ran. She turned and bolted as fast as trembling legs would carry her, mindlessly clutching the journal she'd been given as she fled through the gates and into the city beyond. There had to be some place she could hide....

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"Now, now, consider it a gift," Larxene purred. "I know what it's like to be like you~."

In a detached way, anyway. There had been a sense of--of something--when she had first become a Nobody. The emptiness took getting used to, as did the abilities. But what she could do with them--their ability to give her something real--had helped her adjustment.

"I can't promise it will be easy," she said, knowing Rogue had no idea, "but I won't give up on you."

She was too useful a toy.

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"Th-thank you...." Rogue blinked rapidly, reminding herself that it wasn't acceptable to cry in public, especially in front of new acquaintances. But still.... Still, she couldn't help but be touched by the kindness a near-total stranger was offering her. Her, a runaway and a dangerous mutant.... Even if they were kin of a sort, it still seemed surreal, too good to be true. To find such a kind, knowledgeable new friend, with the resources to help her with what she needed, and the patience to stick with her....

She wanted to be someone people could be proud of knowing again. She wanted to find and earn her place, and prove that she was still a good person. "I'll do whatever it takes." She smiled at her benefactor, small but genuine as she felt a metaphorical weight lift from her shoulders.