#marredininfamy

Rogue had heard through the grapevine that the Purifiers had made a comeback, and that they had another attack planned. Rather than wait for a team to assemble, Rogue chose, instead, to strike out on her own. She wanted to be there when the fighting broke out -- beforehand, if at all possible -- as opposed to getting there after it was too late to do much good.

She honestly didn't expect to run into anyone she knew (and even liked), since it seemed that both the X-Men and the Avengers wanted to sit this fight out, so... imagine her surprise when she spotted a familiar white-haired head while she flew overhead towards the rumored site of the oncoming attack.

"Erik...?" she muttered curiously. "What're ya doin'  here...?"

Rogue really didn't want to believe the rumors spreading around. She had enough on her plate as it was, with the whole secret-mission going on with Logan and Alex. Not to mention dealing with her new Avengers family.

But that didn't mean she hadn't kept her ear in the mutant community. She had her old students, her comrades. Her friends. And she'd been hearing things she wasn't sure she could believe or not. So of course, Anna Marie packed a few belongings, borrowed a motorcycle (Tony had been rather enthusiastic, really) and went off in search of the one person who could set those rumors to rest.

"Magneto, where in the blind hell are you?

A covert legacy of worldshapers, tipping the scale from destruction to balance. A whole world.

They did not expect a woman to be at the helm, though her speech held that same convicted sharpness and her motions the tell-tale grace of an Al Ghul. 

And she knew where to find Erik Lehnsherr. 

"You're a difficult man to get ahold of," she declares in his presence. Instead of the utilitarian garb she favors in combat, Talia wears an elegant gown in white, her dark legs peaking from the sides with every long stride. And yes, the cape. She wears her father's iconic mantle, rich in green and embroidered gold.

jeez man

          The child had a keen understanding of the rules. Half a decade of gentle correction would ingrain the routine into even the most stubborn of youths. Papa worked very, very hard to take care of them. He needed his rest. Therefore, it was of the utmost importance that Anya did not disturb him while he slept. Simple enough. And she was an exceptionally bright child, after all.

          Typically, the task was made easier by the presence of her mother, the woman's perpetual busyness often leading her to wake well before the sun. On that particular morning, however, Magda Eisenhardt was nowhere to be found. No doubt off to the market for some forgotten treat or another.

Wanda approached the place her father was apparently spotted. She had not spoke to him for a good while and she never really wanted a relationship with him. After everything that had happened with him and how wrong things went which seemed to involve him and her, she didn't know why she felt the urge to approach him again. It was madness but she was going to do what she had to do. She was tired of being alone and she had no one else to replace that bond a daughter should have with her father, even Pietro couldn't replace that.

Ororo felt the cold air in her lungs invigorating herself and clearing away a little of the sleep deprivation that came with running a school for mutants. She had left the care of the school in Rachel's hands for a while, and regretful though she was to leave her post STORM was the only person close enough that could help a community in a weather-related predicament.