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Tweak says, "A lady to see ya'"

Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-30 23:32:00

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!complete, day 09, location: gas station, logan, remy lebeau

Who: Remy & Logan
What: Gambit decides to take a closer look at the town.
When: 0115 - Day 9
Where: In the small town, nearest the gas station.
Rating: R for possible language and violence.
Status: Complete

Remy had left Ammy behind in the forest, where they'd both woken up, with both of the 'survival kits'. He didn't know what was going on, but he certainly wasn't about to let her wander out into the open. She was a woman and she didn't seem to be that.. able to defend herself. No. The best idea was to leave her where they'd been safe for the last half hour or so, leave her where he knew there was nothing waiting in the wings for her. So that was what he'd done, and that was why he was presently moving quietly and cautiously out of the tree line towards the closest building he'd been able to see.. it looked a little like a gas station. What the Hell sort of screwed up place was this? Well, at least a gas station meant humans, right?

Unfortunately, it could have meant the people who had brought them here, but even if that was the case, Remy wouldn't have been that upset. In fact, he would have been thrilled, he could blow a few things up, demand to go home, and make it back before anyone even noticed he was missing. If Logan found out that he'd been captured like this, he would never hear the end of it from that Porcupine.

His heavy boot crunched on a twig as he came around the corner of the run-down looking convenience store and he inwardly winced, the noise sounding much louder in the silence around him, and he mentally scolded himself. What sort of proper thief made noise like that while he was going after something shiny? Not this thief! The Cajun lightened his steps as he came around to the front of the gas station and let partially gloved fingers trace over the gas pump, then he let his eyes wander to the front of the building. Maybe there was something inside he could use.

A deck of cards would be nice. "'Dis some screwed up shit." The trench-coat clad man announced quietly to the silence around him.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 12:00 am UTC (link)

"You don' 'member me? You mussa hit your head hard into 'da ceiling when 'dey shot you fulla 'dat growt' hormone, non?" He was really enjoying taking these shots at the other man. Because it was a little unsettling to see him taller. He wasn't sure he liked that. He'd always enjoyed staring down at Wolverine while they were having their arguments, smiling away.

He was smiling now. Arrogant man. "My name is Gambit. We work t'gether, when we ain' fightin'. You always lose." That was informed simply, as if it were complete fact. "Wit' Stormy, Jean, Cyclops, Profess'r X, an' 'dat lovely Rouge." His smile turned into a grin, a sharp, but somehow endearing thing.

But his charm had never worked on Logan.

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	clawed_one 2009-05-31 12:04 am UTC (link)
	Logan had to laugh. "Somehow, I doubt you win, bub." He said. Yeah. Only person who could kick his ass, no contest, was Magneto. And then something registered. "What the FUCK? That one-eyed ball-less stick up his ass put Rogue ON THE TEAM?" Even as he blew his stack, some part of his brain insisted this HAD to be a mindfuck. Damn good one, too. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 12:14 am UTC (link)

"You mus' mean Cyclops." He laughed some also then, a deep chuckle in his throat, and he pushed his hand back through his hair, away from his face. "She on 'de team 'cause she dangerous. She a spitfire an' she can take you an' me on anyday, and prolly win if we don' take care." He waggled his eyebrows then. "You really don' remember?"

It seemed strange to him, that Logan didn't remember any of this. He had just seen him yesterday.. granted, he had been much shorter, and he'd looked different.

"Somet'ng really wrong here, what you know about 'dis place? You been here long?" Gambit was starting to put things together, and add them up.. they certainly weren't adding to what they should be. This was clearly Logan, but.. it wasn't his Logan. "You got ah brother, Wolverine?" Maybe that would explain it. Siblings? One pretending to be the other?

No.

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clawed_one
2009-05-31 12:25 am UTC (link)

The sheer bizarrity of Rogue being described as being able to kick his ass (bar the use of her skin, of course) /finally/ made it click.

There were people here, from Earth.

An Earth that was not the one he knew.

Was it possible this ... Gambit ... was from a world very like his, but with a few differences along the way?

Logan rubbed at his nose. This sort of shit was enough to give him a headache, and he didn't /get/ headaches.

"Fuck. I hate this place." He growled, then sighed. "Lemme guess, you woke up here a little bit ago. Five minute in-service. We're trapped here. There's a big-ass glass wall that, apparently, nothing can get through. People've been dragged here from all over. Different versions of Earth, sometimes not even /from/ Earth. We're all rats in a maze, played with by who-the-fuck knows for damned-if-we-can-figure-it-out purposes. There's roughly thirty or forty people stuck here."

He took a breath. "From the way you're talking, you know 'me'. Know people I know. All I can tell you is I'm /not/ the Logan you know. Your description of Rogue seals the deal on that. The Rogue I know is a sixteen-year old girl who couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper sack." //Sorry Rogue, but it's the truth.// He thought. "That said, I /am/ Logan."

And if that didn't confuse the hell out of the guy ...

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 12:31 am UTC (link)

Gambit, though, had always taken things in stride. He very rarely got overwhelmed and liked to go with the flow, so when Logan was done describing what was going on, the Cajun was quiet for a few heartbeats before smiling again. "Sounds like we in uh bit ah trouble, 'den, don' it? I t'ink we be good to get outta here soon as possible, non?" As if Logan hadn't thought about that before. As if no one had sat down and thought 'This place is insane, we should leave'. A glass wall? Remy could make short work of that. It was only glass.

"Your lil' kitty claws don' work so well anymore?" That was a tease of sorts, because if Logan couldn't cut through the glass, it was either very dense, or this 'version' of Logan (that was going to take some getting used to.. but weirder things had happened) didn't have the same claws that the other angry Wolverine had.

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	clawed_one 2009-05-31 12:35 am UTC (link)
	"We've been /trying/ to get out all along." Logan said, then glared. "Kitty claws?" He echoed, in a dangerous tone that was probably easily recognizable, no matter WHAT version of himself someone was used to. "You like living dangerously, don't you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 12:46 am UTC (link)

It was easily recognizable and it caused Remy to break out into another smile and remove his hands from his pockets, just in case he needed to defend himself from said 'kitty claws'. "'Dat's 'de only way t'live, Bete." Bete.. French for 'Beast'. A fitting description for the violent man in front of him. "No matter where you from, you got 'de same temper. 'Das wha' I like 'bout you, Wolverine. You so predictable." His this accent seemed a bit more lazy now, as if he were purposely trying to get the other man up in arms.

It was fun.

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clawed_one
2009-05-31 12:52 am UTC (link)

This was wierd. And amusing. Gambit was clearly comfortable in his company, despite Logan not being 'his' Logan.

Not the sort of reaction Logan was used to.

Didn't stop him from aiming a mock swipe ... claws in ... at Remy's head. He wasn't actually looking to kick the kid's ass, but he had to put up at least a token protest. "Yer a cocky little shit, aint'cha?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 01:10 am UTC (link)

When the swing came, Gambit bent back easily, like a practiced acrobat dodging a planned attack. As if this had all been choreographed. Gambit knew Logan well enough to know he'd get swiped at eventually.

"Look who talkin'!" Declared in return. It came with a growing smile and Gambit was shaking his head, causing that deep red hair to fly into his face again, but it was removed with a quick shake. "You an' me, we go roun' an' roun'. Like I said. I kick your ass, Mon Petite Bete." He wasn't short anymore.. (that was so strange.. he'd have time to think more about it, come morning) but it didn't mean he couldn't call him little.

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	clawed_one 2009-05-31 01:14 am UTC (link)
	Hmmm. Kid moved like he could fight. Either that, or Logan really /was/ a predictable bastard, if Gambit could anticipate him like that. Very much belatedly, it occurred to him to ask a question. "What the hell is it that you do, by the way?" He asked, meaning, of course, mutation. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 01:18 am UTC (link)

When that question came, Gambit couldn't help himself, and a broad smile spread out across his features. "Why, I charm 'de ladies, o'course. Like a piper, leading 'dem straigh' t'my room." He made a walking motion with his fingers, and then flicked his hand aside, as if to dismiss it. "I charge 'de cards. But," He turned his pockets inside out then. "No cards t'be charged."

He never had been eager to dish out information about his powers, even though Logan already knew, Remy would rather make the other man find out on his own, all over again. The hard way.

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clawed_one
2009-05-31 03:18 pm UTC (link)

Logan snorted. "Cocky little shit." Then he cocked his head slightly. Charged the cards? Something explosive, probably, unless he was making a joking reference to charge cards, which, given his smarmy comment about charming ladies, wasn't impossible.

"Do me a favor and don't make me kick your ass for hounding the women around here, all right? They're spooked enough being in a cage and being experimented on. And having Rorschach stalk 'em." The name comes out with a snarl, both verbal and facial. Whoever Rorschach is, he is /definitely/ in Logan's black book.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 04:41 pm UTC (link)

"Experimen'?" That caught his interest and he slowly lifted his eyebrows expectantly. He wanted more. "Who doin' d'experimen's? An' who is Rorschach?" Surprisingly, his name came out quite easily from the Cajun's mouth, without too much trouble with the pronunciation.

"You 'dere knight in shinin' armor, mon ami? So fittin', non? You got a sui' or armor to go along wit' 'dem claws? No worry, I don' go where I'm not wan'ed." He didn't chase down unwilling women.. but it didn't mean that he wouldn't flirt with them. It was, after all, in his nature. "'Sides, I got a woman." Rouge.. even though she was still denying it. He'd wear her down eventually.

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clawed_one
2009-05-31 04:49 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah. Experiments." Logan says. "All sorts of bad shit been going on in here. Cougars being let loose. Big-ass, very stupid, ugly alien critters that like to hunt people, people disappearing. Getting /killed./ There's been at least two bodies found." Yeah, this is not playtime.

"Rorschach's a ... psychotic motherfucker. Y'know Sabretooth? Damn near that level of shithouse rat crazy, just without the healing. Wears a mask, and likes stalking folks. Attacked one of the women here the other day." Then he shrugged. "I ain't no knight, but fuck, someone's gotta keep 'em from getting hurt and scared by the people caught in here with 'em."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 05:03 pm UTC (link)

As Logan explained the ongoings of the small prison, Remy nodded once or twice, as if indicating that he understood. And when he got to the part about Rorschach, Gambit couldn't help but smile a little. "You ain' no knight.. lookit you. All puff' up an manly. D'accord. I will keep my han's off 'de ladies." He lifted them both, indicating his hands in a surrender sort of motion, before lowering them again.

"Less 'dey wan' 'dem, of course." There was always a catch. "I lef' a petite one back in 'de fores', so I coul' come explore wit'out worryin' 'bout her. Name Ammy, she maybe a hun'red feet in?" He was guessing the distance, of course. But it was so dark, that even that short distance would keep them from seeing her, or her from seeing them, so long as she stayed put. "You know, 'dis protec'r role, it really suit you, Wolvie." It was sort of a backhanded compliment, from the Cajun, who couldn't stop smiling.

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clawed_one
2009-05-31 05:10 pm UTC (link)

"Shit? Another one? Damn. Better go'n get her, get her in town. Marginally safer there."

Logan completely ignored the 'protector' tease. Mostly because he was honest enough with himself to admit, at least privately, that he /was/ protective as hell.

Rogue could attest to that. And Kaylee.

Gah, just /thinking/ about what Rorchach had done had steam coming out Logan's ears.

"Better go in and get her." He recommends. "One of us, anyway. Get her settled somewhere."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 05:15 pm UTC (link)

"Oui. You go an' get her, she 'bout uh hun'red feet Nor't." At least.. he thought that was North. So he pointed, just in case this place was turned around backwards. "You be able to smell her." Considering she said that she was a wolf? He imagined that smell would be very strong, and Logan would have no trouble getting to her.

"We meet back up at dawn, oui?" Because Gambit, being Gambit, wanted to check this place out for himself, see exactly what was going on. And he wanted to get the Hell out of here.

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	clawed_one 2009-05-31 05:18 pm UTC (link)
	Logan nods. "All right. I'll go get her, explain what's going on." He considers. "Prolly drop her off at the gym. She can sort things out from there." He hopes. He nodded. "Seeya at dawn, then. By the gym." He points to the relevant building, the bulk of which is visible even from here, though the details aren't. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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