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Gambit (pickacard) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-08-23 20:59:00

Entry tags:

bree tanner, emma winchester, lydia martin, remy lebeau

Who: Gambit and OPEN
What: Gambit's arrival in the library
Where: The Library and surrounding street
When: Aug. 23rd, early afternoon
Rating: TBD - Anywhere from PG - R, likely for language
Notes: Remy's current AU (I have several in mind for him) is that he did not kill Julien, refusing to do so, and willingly left the guilds behind. Subsequently, he never met Storm, and was never made a member of the X-Men.

"Uggh.. The sorry groan passed from his lips as fingertips began to twitch against the cool floor of the library. Slowly, as Gambit found his strength, he pushed himself up to his hands and knees before finally coming to rest in a sitting position. "Gambit n'ont pas beaucoup à boire?.." He asked himself, resting a hand on his brow to try and steady himself. It was then that his eyes seemed to take notice of the suits of armor that advanced upon him.

"Well ha-llo d'ere." He quipped, giving his wrist a forward flip to draw the telescopic bo staff into his palm. When the suits did not respond, but rather continued to advance on him, he snapped the staff to it's full length in a single motion before spinning it over the backside of his hand. "Can't say dis' be da' best reception Ol' Gambit's e'er had, but I do believe d'ere has been worse.." Suits of armor weren't anything he was terribly concerned over. They were tin cans, even if they didn't have people inside and nothing a well placed, well charged, card couldn't handle.

Which is exactly what he tossed their way.

The subsequent explosion filled the room with an echoing boom and a choking cloud of smoke. Gambit shifted his weight, pulling the armored jacket's collar around his face as he turned away, hoping to shield himself from any shrapnel and debris that he was sure would be coming his way. He waited a couple seconds, his brows arching in confusion. Those should have been smoldering bits of steel, and they weren't.

That didn't bode well for him and, after a quick assessment of the situation, Gambit realized he was at a marked disadvantage. There was nowhere to go, save the large doors behind him, and those didn't show any signs of moving. Remy spun his staff, holding it out in a way that would interpose it between them and himself.

"Now now gents, Gambit do love a party jus' as much as da' next guy, but he don't rightly be thinkin' you two are dressed to have very much fun - so, if'n it be all da' same to you, he's gonna have to pass on dis here shindig you 'ave planned, ya? It be nothin' personal o'course.." As he spoke he was slowly back pedaling toward the door, and took comfort that the suits neither seemed to regard him as much of anything. They simply followed him as he backed to the doors, which he was relieved to find opened no sooner than he had placed the flat of his foot against them, and once he was standing outside they simply dropped the small device on the stairs at his feet..

..and then it was over.

"Huh." He mused in a confused tone, collapsing the staff and tucking it into his sleeve in a single motion, before dropping to his haunches to collect and peer at the device.

"Now. What do we 'ave 'ere?"

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someonehelpme
2012-08-24 03:22 am UTC (link)

"It's a phone...or something like it. And honestly, if I was going to be kidnapped and given no real explanation, they could have least given me the new iPhone, not this thing." Came the voice from the redheaded teenage girl on the steps next to him.

Lydia Martin was not having a good day. After being told that her ex or whatever he was now boyfriend was a lizard thing, and that werewolves were real, watching Jackson die in her arms and then coming back as a werewolf, finding out her best friend was some kind of werewolf hunter, and Beacon Hills High had an insane population of werewolves, being kidnapped was definitely not what Lydia wanted on top of all that.

And according to what she'd been told, she wasn't even on Earth anymore, but on another planet called Colligo.

Sure, she could move and find out more about where she was...but Lydia didn't really feel like doing that at the moment. No, she was going to pout and sulk for a few more minutes, then find the apartment where she was supposed to be living.

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pickacard
2012-08-24 08:46 am UTC (link)

His posture tensed for a moment and his red eyes narrowing as, in a fraction of a second, he assessed the sound of the voice.

"Gambit sees dis'." He quipped, relaxing the grip of his palm to keep the cards from touching the tips of his exposed fingers. He flipped the phone up in the air, seemingly paying it no mind as he turned on his heels to face the sound of the voice. If there were still giant suits of metal in the library, well, the brown haired, red eyed, man in front of her didn't seem to care in the slightest.

"What seems to be da' trouble, hm petit?" His thick accent rolled of the tongue like a warm blanket of summer warmth. It was the kind of accent that had a smell, like sweet tea and fancy cigarettes, with an aftertaste of fancy bourbon, and just a slight dash of mint and honey. It seemed to follow him as a pair of confident steps took him in her direction, sat him down on the steps, and slid a hand out forward into the air -- why was he holding a hand out in the air?

To catch the phone as it fell back to Earth, why else?

As the phone fell into the upturned sleeve of his coat, Gambit turned his expression over to the girl. While he might have been known as a universal charmer, that did no make up the entirety of who he was at all. He was in a strange place, that much was clear, there were certain truths that remained absolute. One was that it never paid to make enemies when you were lost. Two. Being nice always always had a way of repaying itself, even if it didn't look like it. Three. You always needed to cover your own ass, and finally, Four: There were few better allies one could have than a pretty face. It was, after all, one of the Cajun's better assets.

"It's been a long time since Gambit's been seein' a face so long it looked like someone done tied a gator to it - an if he didn't know no better, he'd be thinkin' this be a right awful day for you." While he might have only been a thief, he understood that the world was not a terribly forgiving place. After all, he came from a world where two groups fought constantly for control, never seeming to care about who got caught in the middle. Sometimes it was just a little thing he gave himself, if only because it helped him sleep at night.

"Some no good, Bon Rien, done gone and taken a piece of you?" He asked the rather forward question seriously. With most girls who looked her age, when they sat on steps making sarcastic comments about strangers and being kidnapped - wait, kidnapped? Gambit suddenly found himself a lot less concerned with the reality of the boy troubles he imagined for her, and a lot more perplexed about the kidnapping. Sure, kidnapping him made sense, he was the tipping point in a constant battle between the two guilds, but why here and why were they in the same place?

He decided to take it all one thing at a time. Gambit folded his arms over his knees and sat next to her like it was the most perfect and normal thing in the world. "This the first time you gone upstream to somewhere you dun know?" The expressions and colloquialisms were abound in everything about him. It was like he sweated the smell of Etoufee, Mardi Gras, and Po-Boy sandwiches - and the climate was too damn cold to be anywhere but north.

"Don't you worry yourself a grey. You've had yourself a stroke of good luck. S'not every day a kidnapped girl gets her own bone fide southern gentlemen to show up an keep an eye on her, non?" He flipped his hand out to her a single, plain, playing card tucked between his index and middle finger. The suit was blank, but on it was a man in a long coat, standing in front of a table full of cards. Where the word 'Joker' should have been, there was instead a single word 'Gambit'.

"Dis be mah card, and who be you, aside from a young thing stuck out here on account of some bad hoodoo? Hm?"

A lot of people assumed he didn't care and he never bothered to correct them, but that didn't make them right.

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