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Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina (ex_darkchyld899) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-23 21:02:00

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active, day 1: reboot, illyana rasputin, remy lebeau

Day One: 12:30 pm
Who: Illyana Rasputin and Remy LeBeau
What: Hunting for clothing and shoes
When: Day 1 - 12:30 pm
Where: The shops on the west side of the street
Rating: PG?
Status: Active

After her initial encounter with the good Dr. House, Illyana had opted to stay put in the abandoned home, exploring the rooms and confirming that, indeed, everything had been stripped bare. There was no running water in the taps, which meant the toilets wouldn't flush, but at least there were toilets. She hesitated to go out at first, not out of concern for her own modesty - she'd never been body-shy, but out of concern for the weather. It was a bit chilly outside, as she'd found out when she opened the front door, so she'd decided to wait till the sun was a bit higher in the sky and it warmed up a little before she set out exploring. That also gave her a chance to communicate with the other people here and find out what she could before stepping outside into the unknown. Reconnaissance.

Once the sun hit the apex of the sky, Illyana decided enough was enough, and headed out, keeping the holey socks on her feet so they wouldn't get ripped up by the concrete or pavement. It had warmed up a bit, thank goodness, and there didn't seem to be many people about as she made her way up the lane. Maybe they'd all gone into hiding, or were congregating elsewhere. She'd seen people writing about a diner, and maybe she'd swing by there, but not till after she found clothing that would be more practical. The Darkchylde's wardrobe wasn't really suitable for a place like this. She'd need shoes and sturdy pants - jeans, if she could find them.

Seeing nothing but a library at the cross street, she turned left, heading toward the diner and what looked like a shopping arcade beyond it. She passed the diner and headed toward the shops, deciding that shoes would be the first thing she'd look for. Bare feet and pavement would not work, and she'd wear through the socks pretty quickly otherwise. She carried her little box with her, shifting it from one hand to the other as she walked. She'd need to find something with a pocket large enough to carry the contents, hopefully a coat of some sort.

"Marty's Shoes," she muttered, catching sight of the sign above one of the shops. She grinned. That would be promising. At least, she hoped so. She yanked on the door, peering in through the glass as she did so. She might have to resort to boys' shoes.

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You were just ASKING for Gambino, with your timing and placement. :D

ace_of_clubs
2010-06-24 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Illyana wouldn't have a chance to look at too many pairs of shoes once she got inside. She couldn't have been in that store very long before the unlocked door swung open and permitted another 'customer' inside. There was certainly no mistaking who that man was, not if she even got a quick glance at him. Those boots? That boldly pink uniform? The trench coat? Red hair? And those eyes. Remy LeBeau and Illyana were no strangers to one another. They'd met several times, they'd spoken at the mansion and outside of it. They'd even worked together once or twice.

And he, of course, remembered her from this place.

But did she remember him? And if she did, did she remember that her friends had left him to die in the Arctic? Maybe she wasn't from that far into the future. Maybe the X-Men had gone home and had been so ashamed of their actions that they'd told no one. Maybe they had told her and she'd approved. Whatever the case, Gambit was about to find out.

"'Llyana." He greeted smoothly, that thick accent butchering her name, as was usual. His shopping cart sat outside, containing a television set (though there was no power), his welcome box (filled with cigarettes and gum, along with other random items), a few tools, a few boxes of nails, some clothing he'd managed to scrape up in these convenient shops. That crowbar remained strapped to his thigh as a back-up weapon.. but in one gloved hand hung the thick wooden staff he'd twisted off of a broom. If the pretty girl decided she needed to defend the X-Men's honor and fight him, he was ready for her. Though, he was hoping it wouldn't come to that.

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Friends from Home are Fun!

ex_darkchyld899
2010-06-24 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Illyana looked up at the sound of the door swinging open, hand poised over the smallest pair of mens' loafers she'd found, and couldn't help but stare at the man who walked inside. She had a feeling she'd seen him before. Morlock tunnels? She had flashes of seeing him in the Morlock tunnels, the day the Marauders had crippled her brother. So, was he friend, or was he foe?

"You know my name, it seems," she said carefully, straightening up, ignoring the ridiculousness of her suede bikini with "skirt paneling" and tube socks. She noticed the broom handle in his hand, and wondered if he'd come in looking for a fight. "But I'm afraid I don't know yours. You a friend of my brother's, or did you know me from here?"

There wasn't much room to fight in here, if that's what the man was after. But, there were things she could use as weapons; she'd made that assessment when she'd walked into the shop, at the same time she was scanning for shoes. Logan would never forgive her if she forgot such a basic lesson. Or, she could avoid the whole situation and summon a Stepping Disc - at least, she thought she could, she hadn't tried it yet - and just vanish before he could land a hit, if it came to that. She really, really didn't want a fight, though, even if the Darkchylde within her did.

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-25 12:56 am UTC (link)

Before. Right. And she didn't know him from this place. Fine. His grip loosened some on the make-shift staff and he planted one end on the ground and curled his fingers around a spot near the top, face remaining serious. For now.

"Gambit." He said simply, by way of introductions. "Y' don' know me, 'den." An easy observation from the Cajun, who was pushing out of his lean on the staff to come a few steps forward, red on black locked onto her. "Suppose 'das good." At least it meant she didn't have a hatred for him, like some people seemed to.

Oh, he'd never, ever forgive them for that.

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ex_darkchyld899
2010-06-25 01:55 am UTC (link)

Illyana watched him move carefully. He didn't seem like he wanted a fight, now that his stance had changed, but he could still be dangerous.

"Gambit," she echoed. "Sounds like a code-name to me. You know my actual name, so don't I get the pleasure of knowing yours?" She held her ground as he took a couple of steps toward her. Illyana Rasputin did not back down from confrontation.

She lifted an eyebrow, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Why's that good? Should I know you? Not Hellfire or anything like that, are you?" Because if he was associated with her enemies, then fellow prisoner or not, he was going down, and going down hard.

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-25 10:04 pm UTC (link)

Oh, he was dangerous, Illyana, make no mistake.

"Oui," he agreed with almost a purr to his tone. "'Das uh co'e name." He lazily paced around her, headed further into the shop and allowing her to stand at his back without any concern. Clearly, she was no threat right now. "Me' y' here once, lon' time 'go. An' uh few times ou'side uh here." A gloved finger was lifting and poking at a pair of sneakers. He'd have to find a few sets he could wear. They didn't have many choices for sneakers, seeing as how the store was 1950's wear.. but there were a few pair, and he'd take whatever was in his size. Damn the rest of the people who might need them.

"Non, ain' not'in' like 'dat. Use' t' be uh X-Man, ain' anymore." He turned his head to glance back at her.. then was looking at the shoes again.

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ex_darkchyld899
2010-06-26 12:00 am UTC (link)

He still didn't give her his actual name, which was a more than a little infuriating. Not that she'd let him see that. There'd be time enough to figure it out. He went around her and started browsing himself, which let Illyana continue her 'shopping' as well. She grabbed the shoes she'd been about to try on and, stripping the stupid tube socks, see how they fit. Bit tight. Maybe the next size up.

She considered Gambit's words. He knew her, but she didn't know him. That was odd, to say the least. Although, her expression brightened when he said he used to be an X-Man. There was an odd look in his eyes as he said it, which made her wonder about why he'd left. But, that wasn't any of her business. Why'd anyone leave? "Good to know we're on the same side, at least," she said, grabbing another likely pair of shoes. These were much better. "Scott still married to Madelyn where you're from?" she asked, making casual conversation. She'd already figured out that he was from a different point in time than she was, so it would be good to see how off they were. Not that she really wanted to think about the Goblyn Queen right now. That just reminded her of what she'd been pulled from.

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-27 10:25 pm UTC (link)

Gambit turned and glanced back at her when she asked about 'Madelyn', an odd questioning expression on his face. But then he just shook his head but didn't answer, sending red hair flying in all directions for a moment.

Aah, a pair of sneakers. Size eleven? Score. He grabbed two pairs of those, then a pair of work boots for good measure. The boxes were left behind and he tied the laces together for easier carrying, then he was moving out of the aisle and for the register. A few button punches had it coming open and he fished out the cash there, shoved it into a pocket and smiled back at her.

"'Dis place ain' safe, chere. Shouln' be runnin' roun' on y' own. Mean 'dat. Fin' someone y' trus' an' stick wit' 'dem. Gat'er up wha' y' can 'cause y' gonna need everyr'in." See? That cart out there full of stuff?

That was his, and it was chock full of things he thought he might need. A clothing store was next on his list. Because this? Well, this uniform made him stick out like a sore thumb, and while that was great for bragging rights in the old city, it wasn't so great here. The Management already had a beat on him and this time he was working on being low-key.

That wouldn't last long.

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ex_darkchyld899
2010-06-28 12:21 am UTC (link)

So he was from her future, if he said Scott and Madelyn weren't together any more. Maybe that meant they defeated the Goblyn Queen and everything worked out in the end, even if her spell hadn't finished.

She found a better-fitting pair of loafers and noted the size, following Gambit's example of snagging other shoes in the same size. The first pair, she slid over her feet, happy now to have something besides those quickly wearing out tube socks to protect them. By the register, there were a few pairs of socks, so she grabbed those as well, stuffing them in the shoes she carried.

"Well, since you're the only one from home here, that means I'm sticking with you, for now," she said, moving closer to him. He was a former X-Man, and not associated with the Hellfire Club. Right now, that meant he was her best friend, and the only person she'd think of trusting in this place.

"Did you...how was my brother, the last time you saw the X-Men?" she asked. Really, as long as Piotr was safe, she could handle just about anything here. She thought about asking after Kitty, but she was overseas with Kurt and Rachel, and, from the last letter she'd gotten before the Inferno, she seemed content to stay across the pond.

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