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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-31 00:29:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 09, location: museum, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy & The Doctor
What: After his dealings with Logan, he explores - Remy gets around!
When: 0355 - Day 9
Where: Not far from the museum.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language.
Status: Complete

This had been one of the most interesting days of Remy LeBeau's life, and that was saying something, considering the life that the thief had lived for the last twenty-odd years. First, he had been kidnapped and thrown into a forest, he'd had all of his worldly possessions lifted (except his clothes, thankfully). He'd met a girl who thought she was a wolf, then he'd run into Logan, but it wasn't really Logan, and he'd just needed to walk it off and think. He was tired, but he wouldn't be able to sleep in this strange place any time soon. So he'd begun to explore on his own, after leaving Logan's company. There were plenty of buildings, but it didn't seem like their were many people -- maybe that had to do with the time. It was, after all, still rather late (or rather early, depending on how you looked at it). He didn't know what time it was exactly, of course, because he had no watch. Maybe there was one he could lift around here.

It was so easy to fall back into old habits, without the watchful eyes of the X-Men on him, and it had only been a few hours by his guess. It didn't bode well for the small town, with the Cajun thinking thoughts like that already. He was so engulfed in thinking about what he was going to do to get out of here, that he wasn't paying much attention to the scenery around him, so it was easy for him to get close to the suited man without noticing him. When he did, though, Remy came to a stop. The man-- he had hair like a rooster, lookit that! It caused Gambit to smile-- was walking around like he didn't notice anything round him, either. So the Cajun took it upon himself to break the silence separating them. Maybe he could help. Or maybe he was behind this. Either way, Remy was hoping to get some more answers.

"You look ah lil' los', Mon Ami. Wha' you lookin' for?" Any answer would be acceptable, he was just looking for the way that the other man would answer. That would tell him what he wanted to know.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 03:30 am UTC (link)

If anything, it ought to be clear that the Doctor wasn't at all malicious with regard to his line of questioning - really his tone was more like a ten year old who'd just discovered an intense interest in the nature of the universe and wanted to understand every nook and cranny. Well, that was true until he got to talking about his friends. Then things because a bit serious, though, as soon as that was resolved, the gravity of his tone faded and he was once again back to the bippity-boppity Gallifreyan once more.

1993? That made the Doctor's brows scrunch a touch. He hadn't met anyone here from that far back. In fact, it seemed most people came from 2000 or so. This sort of picqued the Doctor's interest - he'd have to remember to think more on it later.

"Logan? You call Logan 'Wolverine'?" His tone was clearly quizzical. It was more like a code name than anything - and the Doctor had already assumed that Gambit was more likely than not a code name itself. Not many professions used pseudonyms - Gambit was not a dancer nor a writer. "I suppose the name fits him." That would be as far as the Doctor would go responding to it. For now, anyway.

"Well, I suppose he meant parallel Earth's. There are plenty of those, it seems. Most of them seem to have the same geography more or less - but the rules are all sort of different. And Time, well, people are pulled from different times. So, it's a time and space thing, actually. However, humans all around, I'd say."

"Last thing I remember is London, 2008," he could have made up a date; but, he'd just have to remember it later. That was too much effort. So, the Doctor was making his way up the front steps of the museum.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 03:43 am UTC (link)

"Wolverine, 'dat's his name." Like Gambit was his own name. "No one calls him Logan, 'less he's in trouble." And even as he said that, a sharp smirk curved up his lips. He got some sick pleasure out of that.. but then again, who wouldn't? But it was very clear that the two of them knew one another.. or at least, that Gambit knew Wolverine.

"Yeah, he mention somet'in' 'bout parallel Earths. We sort of figure he from one, and I'm from ano'ner. I know him, but he don' know me. His frien' Rouge is my frien' Rouge, but 'dey differen'. Same people, differen' personalities. But him, he 'de same." It would be hard to change Wolverine, Remy thought. Really hard.

"Humans all 'roun', you say? You be wrong." However, that was as far as he would go with that line of conversation. It meant he knew there were creatures not human here. He knew it for sure. So either he knew that The Doctor wasn't human, or he knew that someone else wasn't. It could have even been that Wolverine wasn't human. "Lache pas la patate, Le Docteur." That comment came more softly and with a smile over at the older (much, much older) man.. not that Gambit knew it, yet.. or ever would, really.

"Two-thousan' eigh'? 'Dat's pretty far. No' unheard of, 'dough. But I can' help but notice you skirtin' d'issue. You 'member London, but don' mean you from 'dere. I 'member lossa places, don' mean I live 'dere. You not comfortable wit' tellin' me, I understan'. Only makes me t'ink y'got somet'in' t'hide, 'dough, refusin' t'answer simple question like 'dat." But he wasn't pressing anymore, he was just following him up the stairs of the museum, and would pause in front of the entrance, looking up and down at the double-doors there. "Allons." He was ready.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 03:59 am UTC (link)

The Doctor knew something about how eventually your fake name became your real one. He wasn't always the Doctor; though, over time it seemed his real name had faded away only to survive in the deepest parts of his mind. Parts deep enough he didn't travel there often.

"Wrong?" The Doctor's poker face remained quite intact. He wasn't quite sure to take the phrase as an observation or an accusation. For now, it'd settle in as an observation of the red-decked man. He could quite safely assume that Gambit was speaking of himself; and that would be the safest assumption of all.

The whispered phrase made the Doctor smirk a bit, and he shook his head as Gambit's line of rhetoric continued. It showed, at least, that he was paying attention. Usually he could manage to skirt questions so well because he was in a position to duck them through obfuscation or through plain distraction. With just the pair of them in the middle of a very quiet evening, it was hard to avoid or confuse.

"I don't live anywhere. I travel," truth and truth. If Gambit was looking to find out his home, well that would be a simple answer - he didn't have one. If he was looking to find out if earth was his home, that was simple, too.

"Allons-y," The Doctor said cheerfully. He never would have guessed that he'd have such a pleasant conversation with a red-eyed cajun.

The door was pushed open and inside the room was lit by torches. There were doors and passageways that lead off in a hodge podge of directions. Where the Doctor's friends were was unclear - the doors to the majority of passages closed as their occupants sought solitude for the evening.

Stopping to drop a few more logs on the fire, the Doctor offered a smile. "Looks like everyone is already tucked away asleep," he didn't sound too surprised by this and assumed Gambit wouldn't be, either.

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