[It's freaking Forge out more than a little, too, watching Rogue's face contort with pain, her scream guttural and violent. Her skin shimmers chrome, then crystallizes, crisp and icy for a moment, then becomes translucent, then begins to emanate an cyan glow.]
Shit...ROGUE! [He calls her name with urgency, keeping enough distance so that the intermittent ice and telekinetic blasts don't send him into the waiting hordes of ninjas.
Hearing her name, Rogue turns to face him, her eyes eerily white, her skin slick, hard metal. The voice that responds is thick with Russian overtones and Forge knows, knows this is what Logan has warned him about.]
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Shit...ROGUE! [He calls her name with urgency, keeping enough distance so that the intermittent ice and telekinetic blasts don't send him into the waiting hordes of ninjas.
Hearing her name, Rogue turns to face him, her eyes eerily white, her skin slick, hard metal. The voice that responds is thick with Russian overtones and Forge knows, knows this is what Logan has warned him about.]