Thread: Pardonez-Moi, Mon Brave Characters: Remy LeBeau & OPEN NPCs: Assassin Bots Location: Danger Room, Westchester Timeline: 3/12/16 Description: Une carte, a little dash o' mutant energy, an' when it hits... une belle explosion! Rating: R - they'll always be R
Weekends weren't what they used to be. Remy lounged back on the beach chair, arms stretched behind his head and sunglasses on. The sound of the waves lapping at the sand was a steady pulsing hiss and crash that was music to his ears - or would have been, had it not been for the headphones Remy wore that played nothing but Coltrane. The Cajun was thinking back, thoughts wandering down memory lane to hot weekends spent on the bayou. As a thief, raised by thieves, surrounded by thieves, weekends were good for business. Young master Remy started out as a pickpocket and grew from there, but he always looked back to his most memorable weekend in New Orleans: The day his mutant powers first started to work.
lifting the short glass of bourbon, ice rattling, Remy sipped. From behind the shades, his dark eyes looked out over the ocean. The red swim trunks were almost the same color as the light that began to glow behind the sunglasses as Remy picked up the napkin off the table and lit it up.
The first assassin bot went up like a grenade. A cymbal crashed in Remy's ears and he smiled, turning the volume up on the headphones as Coltrane went into the next track of A Love Supreme. Nowadays, Remy's mutant powers were under tight control. He'd come a long way from that scared pickpocket who had accidentally exploded a hole in a wall at an orphanage.
The Cajun drank from the glass again, finishing off the whiskey with a mournful expression, lips twisting to the side, before the glass was used as his next projectile. It exploded over his shoulder where another bot was coming out of the jungle to attack him. "So much for peaceful reverie, non?" Remy sighed and sat up, almost wishing he hadn't started the training sequence so early. A little more simulated sun never hurt anyone, right?
The thief made an acrobatic leap, flipping away from the beach chair just as the missile impacted and sent it into a million small pieces. "Coo-Wee!" he crowed, landing on the sand in a ready stance. Gambit flashed a bright grin as more and more bots arrived, swarming from the water, from the jungle, from the air. He removed his shades, clipping them into the waistband of his red shorts. "Dis gon be good."