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chargecard (chargecard) wrote in no_good_deed,
@ 2010-12-20 17:40:00

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complete, old pc: gambit, rogue

Who: Remy and Rogue
What: Talking and hopefully not being attacked by crazy people again.
When: Forward dated to the afternoon of 12/24.
Where: St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, the Garden District, New Orleans
Rating: PG (?)

Leaning against the tall white pillar at the entrance to the cemetery, Remy took a long drag of his cigarette. It was a somewhat morbid place to meet someone, but he figured two things. One – it was a tourist attraction, so the odds of suddenly being attacked again by some crazed mutant were slim, and two – If hedid get attacked, at least they wouldn’t have to move his body very far. Checking the time on his phone, he glanced up the street. He was early, but that didn’t stop him from looking for her. It had been nearly two weeks since they’d met, and he had almost completely dismissed the encounter. She had his number, but as the days went on, it seemed less and less likely that she would ever call. He didn’t really expect her to, either. People had a tendency to not always follow up once they saw him using peanuts to knock people off of bar stools.

He considered himself lucky that she did take up his offer to talk about what had happened, even though he was still a little bit wary, given the whole sudden appearance of a mysterious woman who wanted to grill him immediately on his powers part of the evening. Anna herself seemed like good people. In fact, the other woman didn’t exactly strike him as anything close to evil either, but he was still paranoid. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the sidewalk and ground it out with his foot, then looked up as a man in a carriage pulled up to wait for someone to come out of the cemetery and decide that they were in a romantic buggy ride type of mood.

“Fine animal you got there,” he commented, nodding toward the man’s horse. The man smiled in response as he dismounted and grabbed the feed bag. The carriage was all decked out for the holidays with tinsel and great big gaudy red bows, and Remy smiled at the man one more time before turning to head into the cemetery. He stopped just inside the gate at the plaque, where a group of tourists were attempting to take a picture with it, and offered to take it for them so they could all be in frame. After assuring them jokingly that he wasn’t going to steal their camera, he stepped back to take the picture then handed the camera back and moved in to read the inscription on the plaque.

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nosouthernbelle
2010-12-27 03:44 pm UTC (link)

"My hair is naturally brown," she told him, gaze flickering to the picture that had been set aside. "The white was...a gift." There was no other way to put it, really. She didn't feel like going into the whole being kidnapped by Magneto thing for various different reasons. Maybe if their friendship somehow continued after tonight, when she was gone, it would be something shared. She trusted Remy enough to tell him, but didn't see a point in it just yet. "I went red when I moved here. Kinda like a new beginnin', you know?"

Rogue couldn't help the wistful smile that lightened her expression every time she looked at that picture. It was a symbol of all the good memories she kept close. Xavier had been special to her, though she'd never really told him or expressed as much. "If I've learned anything about the prfessor it was that he had his hands in just about everythin' imaginable, ab' somehow kept it all straight. Maybe that life wasn't supposed to be for you then." She took a sip of her tea. "I ain't all that spiritual or nothin' but I do believe everythin' happens for some reason or another. May not always know the reason till a whole lot later, but the reason's there."

She set her mug down on the coffee table and pulled her legs up to be more comfortable. Grinning at Remy's statement, she shook her head. "I think I've done enough of that for both of us, startin' the night we met." She was curious about his life and had a few questions popping into her thoughts. Picking one to start, she rested her head on the back of the couch. "When did you find out you were a mutant?" Her own story was not a pleasant one, nor was it something she would share with just anyone so she was open to the possibility of his not wanting to share.

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chargecard
2010-12-27 06:31 pm UTC (link)

He nodded at the explanation, glancing from the picture back to her. The red was nice, but so was the brown and white, and he smiled. "I like 'em both. But I definitely understand wanting to make a fresh start."

Chuckling, Remy raised an eyebrow over his mug. The professor definitely did have his hands in all kinds of things that Remy was sure neither of them even knew about. Fate was all fine and dandy, and he definitely agreed with it to some degree, but he was also a fan of mixing things up and trying to throw fate for a loop. "Well, I got a habit of takin' things that aren't supposed to be mine anyway. So who knows."

"No, no... night we met, you told me to try the poppers. That was solid advice." He smiled and sat the tea down on the table with a shrug. "Dunno if you noticed, but I got this constant case of red eye. Had it since I was born. Wasn't really hard to figure it out from there."

"Rest of it... weren't really that memorable. Made some things explode accidentally when I was probably about thirteen. Worked out how to make 'em only do it when I wanted them to." It wasn't nearly as dramatic as some of the other stories he'd heard from people, but he liked it better that way. The dramatic version would have most likely involved full scale destruction and potentially death, and that wouldn't have been worth having the story to tell.

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nosouthernbelle
2010-12-28 12:51 am UTC (link)

"I wasn't sure if it was something you were born with or not." She looked into his eyes again, fascinated for reasons she couldn't quite pinpoint. Rogue had seen her share of oddities in mutants, Nightcrawler being the most prominent in her mind. "I once knew a German mutant who was all blue an' had pointy ears. Had weird bump-like tattoos all over his body, too. Weirdest thing I ever saw but he saved my life. I'll never forget that." Come to think of it, a good few people had saved her life in the past.

"What about your family? Were they acceptin' of it, or was that how you got Xavier's attention?" She picked up her tea again to take a drink and smiled sheepishly. "Tell me if I'm askin' too many questions or the wrong ones an' I'll shut up."

Laying her head down on the back of the couch had been a mistake. Lighting a fire to warm the room probably hadn't helped any either. As she sat there listening, Rogue could feel the weariness take a stronger grip on her body. She drank more of her tea in the hope that it would wake her up. There was no doubt in her mind that if she asked Remy to go so she could sleep that he would. She just didn't want him to. She didn't want to sleep until there was no putting it off any longer.

"I know you said you hadn't heard from Xavier for awhile, but did you know him well before that? Did you ever meet anyone from the mansion?"

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chargecard
2010-12-28 06:32 am UTC (link)

“Far as I know, had ‘em my whole life.” He settled back more on the couch, listening intently as she described another mutant she’d known. A blue German with pointy ears and strange tattoos. Sounded like an interesting guy, to say the least. He grinned at her, took another sip of his tea, set it down and then replied, “Don’t worry. You ask me too many or ask the wrong things and I’ll let you know right away.”

“My family was more than accepting,” Remy nodded. “They knew I was a mutant before they even got me. Don’t know if they knew I was gonna be able to blow things up when I got older, but they was well aware that I at least had a physical mutation. I got Xavier’s attention... later. A lot later, well past when I got my powers.” The amusement disappeared from his face for a moment, but he managed to smile again before adding, “And that brings us to the ‘don’t really wanna talk about it now’ chapter of the illustrious life of Remy LeBeau.”

Nice as Marie was, he didn’t like to talk about his time in captivity with people he barely knew. It had taken him years to be able to really talk about it even with his closest kin. “I known the man for a long time. Longer than you’d believe. We weren’t real close, but we trusted each other... he never introduced me to any of his students, though. Plausible deniability, ‘case I got caught. It’d be harder to cover something up if I had ties to them.”

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nosouthernbelle
2010-12-28 04:27 pm UTC (link)

Before they even gt me. It sounded like Remy was adopted, though it was just a guess. It made Rogue glad to know there were still people in the world that would take in a child who was different from normal children. It meant not all civilization had turned black and white on the subject of mutants. "Sounds like you had good parents." She saw the smile slip and realized they'd crossed into uncomfortable territory. When Remy said he didn't want to go into the part of his life that involved Xavier, she was not going to press the issue.

"I know this is gonna sound like it's comin' way outta left field, but if you were interested in visitin' the professor's monument, I wouldn't be adverse to the company." The idea kept floating around the edge of her thoughts and rather than not even bother to entertain the idea, Rogue figured just laying it out and letting Remy make the decision would be best. She'd feel safer knowing she wasn't alone, but that was something she wouldn't give voice to. it sounded too damsel-in-distress for her tastes.

"I'm thinkin' I'll stay around for a few more days. Give my landlord a chance to find someone to stay here while I'm gone. Maybe head up to be there on New Year's an' surprise Ro." And everyone else still at the school. That was really what was holding her back. The feeling she got of abandoning people when she'd left and cut ties. Mostly with Bobby. There was no one else left that she felt any sort of connection to, besides Logan. To think he'd stayed there all this time would have been a foolish hope. He was a wanderer by nature. Who knew where he'd be?

"Just a thought," she offered, trying to hide a yawn behind her tea cup. "I figured I'd drive up seein' as I'm not a real big fan of flyin'." It would be a long drive, eighteen hours if she'd done her research right. Flying just wasn't an option for her. Flying the Blackbird that one time had scarred her for life.

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chargecard
2010-12-28 07:31 pm UTC (link)

Remy had had good parents. Well, parent. Jean-Luc had given him everything he could have possibly wanted, and more. If the guild hadn’t found him and brought him into their crazy world, Remy would have probably been knocked around the system until he’d turned eighteen. Not many people would even want a kid who was obviously a mutant. Jean-luc had given him more than just a home, he’d given him a giant extended family full of people who Remy knew he could trust with just about anything.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled when she mentioned that she was heading up North and wouldn’t mind having company for it. Sometime during the course of their conversation, it seemed, she’d made up her mind. Heading up for New Years as a nice surprise for the white haired lady in charge of the place. He went ahead and assumed that beyond that, it was because she was still far more worried about her situation than she was letting on.

“Miss Marie,” he started teasingly, hand going lightly to his chest. “We only just met and you already inviting me home to meet the family. We ain’t even had our first kiss.” Dropping the semi-scandalized proper Southern lady act, he grinned and added, “Must have done somethin’ right.”

He thought about it for a moment, weighing the options. He always had wanted to walk through the front door of that place. Of course, he’d also miss a big party by skipping out of town for New Years, but there would be other parties. And how could he say no to an eighteen hour drive in the dead of winter?

“You sure you don’ want to fly? I got a plane.” It wasn’t exactly the kind of plane that people who were afraid of flying would ever feel even remotely comfortable in, but he might as well make the offer anyhow. “I could get us there pretty fast. Ain’t against a road trip if it’s what you want, but it’s another option if you don’t want to spend almost a full day’s worth of driving.”

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nosouthernbelle
2010-12-28 11:08 pm UTC (link)

She grinned, not sure if she was blushing or if the heat in the room hadn't suddenly intensified. "Well, you know. Can't resist a beautiful pair of eyes." She had to admit there was certainly an attraction there. She'd felt it the night they'd met but brushed it off as just another casual encounter with a good looking man. If anyone had told her what would transpire after his drink had been served, she would have laughed.

"They usually throw a real big party on New Year's if I remember right. Lots of kids don't have good homes to go to an' some of 'em stay just because it feels more like home than home does." Gaze wandering absently, Rogue looked at the flames wrapping red and gold fingers around the burning wood. She could almost picture the mansion all covered in snow, lights everywhere. It usually took a stern teacher or adult to order the Christmas tree to finally be taken down and decorations put away for the next year. She was a little excited to see that live vision of the snow globe she kept in her mind of the place.

When Remy mentioned his ability to get them there sooner, Rogue shuddered. "Let me tell you a story. When I was sixteen, I went on a mission with a handful of others to a place in Canada called Alkali Lake. My boyfriend-at-the-time and I were told to stay in the jet while everyone else went inside to play hero. Long story short, the jet had to be moved because the entire place was gonna be flooded. That left Bobby an' me to fight over who was gonna do it. Now, I don't know if you'll believe this or not, but I can be a pretty stubborn brat when I set my mind to it. I sat myself in the driver's seat...pilot's seat...whatever, and I tried to fly that thing. Tried bein' the key word there. I tell you what, I never went anywhere in that jet if I didn't have to. Scared the livin' daylights outta me. Ro had to literally peal my hands off the controls."

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