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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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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 09:09 pm UTC (link)

"I t'ink I would like to wander 'roun', 'dough. Get a good look 'roun' before I gotta start makin' my introduct'ns. Wanna get a look at 'dat glass box surroun'in' 'de place." He breathed in deeply again, then pushed up to his feet. "Maybe I get goin' 'fore everyone starts to wake up. Don' need you havin' t'answer all sortsa questions 'bout why you an' me all alone in here." The Cajun smirked and stretched out his back some, then pushed his hands into his pockets to feel around, fingering the new items there. That felt better. "I gotta meet Wolvie at dawn, anyway. Outside 'de gym. 'Dat's 'de big buildin', oui?" He'd taken notice of it earlier, as they were walking.

"I come back later, you introduce me 'den. We can prete'n we good frien's." He smiled wider for that, before he stepped in closer to the Doctor, and offered out a hand. It looked like the other man had earned a hand-shake.. though he might think twice about taking it, after finding out what Gambit could do to people with his hands.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-01 07:43 am UTC (link)

"Just be mindful of those weevils," the Doctor reminded. "If you smell sewage, run the other direction. Don't need you getting hurt on your first day off the blocks." Sure, Gambit seemed perfectly capable of defending himself - but the terrain was foreign, and the Doctor didn't like when people took unnecessary risks.

The redheaded man with a mentality so much like his friend's stood up with a customary comment that rolled off the Doctor like water off a duck's back.

"Don't forget that map in your journal. And if you need help, all you have to do is write in it. They're all connected - psychic paper most likely. Though, it could just be an inventive use of transmitting paper; but, I don't think that's been invented yet."

The Doctor nodded when Gambit asked about the Gym being the large building. That was exactly what it was, the largest building around.

The Doctor pushed up off the floor and took the other man's hand. He might have taken pause if he wasn't able to quite effectively metabolize energy within his own system. A funny quirk, that. Though, again he didn't quite get the impression that Gambit was really going to go around trying to blow him up.

"Who's pretending?" The Doctor quipped. For his part, at least, he thought they were fairly good friends.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-01 08:04 am UTC (link)

"Merci Beaucoup. I will." Of the Weevils, of course. Though he'd never met a rodent that smelled like sewage and could kill a man.. but who knew? They could be living in New York, and no one would know. "'De journals, 'dey all connect?" He seemed a bit surprised by that, but was nodding once. He'd have to try that out later, he certainly hadn't known that. Maybe it'd be a good way to get back in touch with the Doctor, or with Wolverine, when he needed them. "I do 'dat." He'd definitely try it out.

However, when the Doctor took his hand without hesitation, the Cajun couldn't help but smile. He'd never had someone take his hand after they found out about his powers. Never. Those people were all very smart.. but this Doctor.. he hadn't taken his hand because he was stupid, he'd taken his hand because he trusted the red-head (or, at least that was what Gambit was thinking) and he nodded, while giving the other man a firm shake. "We frien's 'den, now, Docteur? I like 'de soun' a'dat. D'accord. We frien's." He slowly released the other man's hand before he pushed both of his own into his jacket pockets, feeling around for the spare parts, just to remind himself that they were there. Weapons, waiting to be used, should the time arise.

"I see you later, mon ami." And with that, he was waving a hand, and heading out of the Doctor's small, painting-crowded office, and back out into the museum. The sun was rising, and he needed to get out to the gym and find Wolverine. He could sleep later -- tonight, perhaps -- because he'd at least had a few hours sleep before coming here, and now he was pumped up on adrenaline.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-01 09:34 am UTC (link)

The Doctor nodded, and it again seemed that Gambit was more then happy to take things, things that would be considered quite obscure to some other people, were accepted without direct question. This capacity, the ability to accept the unusal, was something the Doctor appreciated immensely. The Doctor, for his own amusement would have to remember to read anything Gambit wrote as if it had a Cajun accent. It was one of the more unique accents in the world, and the Doctor was already attributing the accent to Gambit's personality.

Of course there was a level of trust involved between the Doctor and Gambit. That feeling, at least, was mutual. He wouldn't have told him about Gallifrey, or about being one of dem aliens if he hadn't trusted him further than he could throw him. The eternal optimist, the Doctor was prone to fits of trust. As of yet, his trust had been misplaced very, very few times.

He smiled as Gambit labelled them friends. There was something doubly endearing about being labelled that by the Cajun, and the Doctor didn't see any need to question the man's sincerity. Another nod as the handshake ended and the red eyes was back out the door and on his way to go meet Logan. The Doctor settled in to his bed and sat, letting his mind work for a while. A world where human evolution didn't involve interspecies dancing. Incredible.

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