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

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!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 05:52 pm UTC (link)

The bolt was flicked in his direction and the Time Lord caught it, looking it over carefully. Whatever Gambit had done, it had worn off and the metal was back to being just that. Just another bolt, the Doctor set it back on the table. Whatever assumptions Gambit made about the Doctor and his habits, the Doctor didn't feel the need to refute. "I'm a traveller, you have to be familiar with winding up in a bit of a pinch when you've done it for so long."

The Doctor had to admit that he was more impressed with Gambit's capacity for imagination then he was with the man's previous spectacle. He always enjoyed a good story, and it seemed like Gambit had a knack for weaving them together. So, he listened as the Cajun purred and managed to conjure a theory about the Doctor's origins. It was close, a lot closer than he thought someone who didn't have many clues to work off of might come up with. Perhaps the redhead had read too many comics?

"I was brought here the same as everyone else, Gambit," said rather plainly, actually. The statement had quite the propensity to sound almost defensive. Instead, it was more disarming.

"Now, about those experiments and the bodies..." There had been two bodies now, both presumed to be abductees. "We don't quite who those bodies were. People have just been assuming. People go missing, and sometimes they've turned back up. I'm still waiting on my friend, Martha," he thought he should have said that more quietly. "In any event, food, shelter, medical doctors, and a pharmacy have all been provided. It doesn't sound to me like whomever has put this all together is out to murder us all." He'd had this conversation too many times now for it not to come off sounding a bit rehearsed. He felt sort of bad for that fact, actually.

"What was it you did before you woke up here like the rest of us?" The Doctor, again sounded merely curious. It was a perk of being the Doctor, actually - to have a voice that sounded excitable always.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 06:02 pm UTC (link)

When the Doctor chose not to make any comments on his theories, Gambit mentally grumbled to himself. Clearly, he'd missed his mark, or he would have gotten some sort of confirmation, right? Surprise. Shock. Delight. Something. Unfortunately, he'd received nothing. He'd have to thing something else up, later. He liked this game.

"You don' know who 'de bodies belong to, but 'dey are still bodies, oui? 'Dey may not be 'de people gone missin', but 'dey are still people? 'Dat still mean people are bein' killed, doesn' it? Seem a little bit concernin' t'me, no matter who 'de vic'tim is." However, he didn't seem to be upset, nor panicked, nor worried. This was all said very matter-of-fact, as if he were reporting the daily weather. "An' sometime, 'de missin' people, 'dey come back? Where 'dey been? Or don' 'dey 'member?" He lifted his eyebrows with the question, but then he leaned back in his chair again when the Doctor asked what it was that he did, before he woke up here.

"If you askin' what I was doin', I was sleepin'. If you askin' what I did, I kill people. Pour l'argent." For money. Black and red eyes locked onto the Doctor as he announced that, keeping a very straight face as he did.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 06:24 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor was sort of happy that Gambit had given up on his latest bout of guessing. It meant that for now, the Doctor could drop his guard a bit more and not have to worry about more questions about where he came from.

"It would bother me more if we knew for certain they were from people here and didn't seem wholey meant to upset people." The Doctor, certainly, was not one unfamiliar with collateral damage. People died, usually ast the hands of some very bad individuals. "The people who go and come back don't tend to know where they've been. One came back with a rather strange tattoo. The others seemed disoriented."

Gambit labelled himself a contract killer. A murderer. And this struck the Doctor as odd. He didn't think the red-eyed man a murderer - he seemed a bit too intelligent, easy going and imaginative for that line of work. Then again, perhaps it made him even better suited for it. Either way the Doctor seemed curious again, he was wondering if the Cajun was trying to call his bluff.

"How does one get into that line of work exactly?"

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