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[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Characters: Forge, Rogue
Setting: Forge's batcave
Content: Stuff that Bria scribbled in her assignment book a month ago and that Kayt strangely liked and said to post as a tagging thing.
Status: Open
Threadjacking: Eh, sure?


“Hey.” The greeting followed up on a knock on Forge’s open lab door. Rogue gave him a small somewhat forced smile. “Mind if I come in?”

Forge nodded, flashing her an easy smile as he gestured towards a free spot in the lab. “Sure, make yourself at home, girl.”

Rogue returned his smile with another strained one of her own as she carefully picked her way through the messy room towards the indicated seat. There was a small technological gadget that did something on the chair that she picked up carefully before sitting, studying it silently.

He glanced over at her for a brief moment before turning back to his own work, a curse slipping out as a part refused to budge. There were a few minutes of comfortable silence before he finally asked, “So what brings you down here?”

“You haven’t been upstairs lately, have you?” she asked with dry amusement. “IT’s been turned into a land of crazy. I don’t know how anyone can her themselves think.” She paused. “And it’s too damn well cold to go outside.”

“Down here does sound safer,” he agreed with a solemn nod. Forge nodded towards the gadget in her hands. “You hopin’ that’ll fix itself just by being turned ‘round?”

“What?” Rogue looked up with a start, hands stilling. “Oh, no. Sorry; nervous habit.” There was another brief pause before she looked at him curiously. “Does your mutation just help you build things or does it help you know how to fix them too?”

Forge frowned. “I’m not sure. Probably just the creating? It probably doesn’t hurt when I’m fixing broken speakers every three days.”

There was a look of momentary confusion on Rogue’s face. “Ohhh, right. Ali.” The confusion vanished as she fell quiet again, replaced by silent contemplation.

Comments

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [Rogue tugs both of her gloves off, anticipating that dealing with mechanical things will be much easier if she's not wearing them. She reaches out her hand to his, focusing on taking just what she needs which isn't much to start with. His psyche already resides in a small part of her mind; the new drain just makes it easier to recall them. There's a moment as she lets her body adjust to the new powers before she meets his eyes again.] Okay. Try explainin' that again? I think it'll make more sense now.

Rolling Forge makes me really glad that I have watched as much Star Trek as I have.

[forgingthings.livejournal.com]

You won't need me to explain now, I don't think...just watch. If it doesn't work, I'll try to talk you through it. A lot of times, though, I just...do. [He starts to quickly (though not as quick as he normally would do things) unscrew the primitive casing to expose the loose and scrambled bird's nest of wires beneath. He points to a couple random looking things: a bundle of wires; a thicker, copper coil-y type thing; and a tiny, flat piece of aluminum. ] Power conduits, phase inducer, breaker. With me?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Power conduits, phase inducer, breaker. [She repeats the words underneath her breath, nodding as she does. Normal!Rogue wouldn't understand any of this but Rogue with Forge's powers gets all of it.] Yup, good so far.

[forgingthings.livejournal.com]

Atta'girl. [He's already dismantling this layer oh the gizmo, exposing more wires and the mangled slat of metal that had once been the hatch cover for the arc welder fused inside his mechanical arm.] Trigger mechanism, frame, and solder for securing it all. [He hands the frame to her, stripped completely now, and slides the piles of random tech pieces over her way.] Now, rebuild it.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Using a power like Forge's is different from using a power like, say, John's. Active powers require a lot of focusing. But this... this is almost like turning her mind off and letting the mutation do the work itself. The hand not holding the frame reaches for the trigger mechanism and then she just sees how it all needs to go together and her hands just start moving to recreate the pulse blaster. They move less deftly than his more experienced ones but after a few minutes, there's a reassembled piece of tech in her hand and she couldn't tell you how she did it.] Whoa.

[forgingthings.livejournal.com]

Pretty neat, huh? [Forge takes the tech from her, turning it over in his hands, examining her handiwork.] Very nice. Next step would be refab with improvements...

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Rogue's still a bit surprised that it worked. Her hands reclaim the technical gadget from before and she starts fiddling with it absently.] So do you see the improvements too or is it just something you know by being you?