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capt_harkness (capt_harkness) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-03 22:04:00

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!complete, day 09, jack harkness, open, remy lebeau

WHO: Jack Harkness, OTA
WHAT: Passing out Weevil!spray and a discovery.
WHEN: Noon to mid afternoon
WHERE: Clock tower.
RATING: TBA. And not automatically PG-13 because it's Jack. So there.
STATUS: Complete

It seemed like the Weevils had disappeared overnight. Jack frowned, wandering about the compound and he could no longer feel them around. It felt strange -- like he had somehow lost a kindred spirit along the way. Jack wandered about but couldn't come across any sign of them. Hopefully they all hadn't been killed during the night. Still, he was going to pass out the spray. It was always possible that they'd be back.

Those damned Powers -- who knew what they would do next? Next thing he'd know they'd wake up at the museum to find it looking like St Mary's. God, that was the last thing they needed.

While the weather had warmed, Jack still was wearing his greatcoat. There was no way he was leaving it anywhere. He had already lost his Vortex Manipulator and his Webley -- he wasn't about to lose his Coat too. That is...

The hell?

Jack frowned seeing the box and after looking inside, came up with a plastic version of... Jack grinned, flipping it open. Plastic or not, it was better than nothing. And, maybe, he'd be able to get some of the Doctor's supplies and get it working. He wasn't going to complain. Still, though it was plastic, it still felt so much better to have something on his wrist.

Now all he needed was the Webley.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-03 11:46 pm UTC (link)

The clock tower was the last place on Gambit's list. He'd been to every building in the town (or so he'd thought.. he hadn't wandered his merry way back into the forest yet, and had no real desire to go in there alone) and the last one on his list was also the tallest. He could see the clock tower from across the small town and after making a full circle around to each building, and just moments ago he'd left Lexi, a real, honest-to-God doctor, behind in the gym he'd just explored. He hadn't checked his Journal in a while, either, so when he happened upon the large brick structure, he was a little surprised to see a man in a coat (what a great coat.. Gambit had to pause and appreciate it for a moment before he began walking again) standing at the bottom. As always, the Cajun approached carefully, quiet footsteps on firm ground beneath, his own trench coat swaying only minutely with his fluid movements. He'd had lots of practice at moving quickly and quietly, but this time he took his time in approaching the other coated (man! That was a great coat!) man, and smiled easily once he was within speaking range.

"Mornin'." Greeted as such, because Remy wasn't sure of the time.. he hadn't even looked up at the clock, but even if he had, the broken machine wouldn't have done him any good. He didn't come any closer than the standard seven feet that he liked to keep between himself and strangers.. seven feet was good spacing to be able to protect yourself, and semi-gloved hands pushed deep into his pockets, fingers curling around the screws and bolts and bits of wire there, just in case. Never could be too careful.

Black and red eyes were once again lowering over the other man's body, taking in every inch of his coat, before his shirt, pants and shoes followed, then back up to his face. What was it with people and short hair these days? Long hair used to be the 'in' thing, back in the day. It was that idle thought that made him tilt his head and force that auburn hair partially into his face, before he shook his head some to toss it back away. "You 'de guari'n of 'de clock tow'r?" The thick Cajun accent could be hard to understand at times, but if you were listening, it was easy enough to pick out the meaning of his words. The fact that Gambit had begun to smile, just thinking about how nice that other man's coat would look on him, hadn't helped his accent come out any clearer. It just jumbled it up a tiny bit more, harder to understand through a smile, as were most people.

Man. He wanted that coat.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-05 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Had Jack known just how much Gambit was perving after his Coat, he'd never take it off or let it out of his sight. As it was, Jack was oblivious to him, torn between looking at his journal and fiddling with his newly-found wrist strap. There was the distinct possibility he could get things working again -- at least partially. Then, maybe, a call for help. Jack winced, realising who he'd most likely get on the other end and somehow having John around here didn't seem like the smartest idea in the world.

There was enough going on without having to worry about his former partner causing any more havoic around here.

Finally hearing footsteps, Jack turned and--

Well.

Jack took the opportunity to give the man a once over... and a second one for good measure. His coat was quite admirable, reminiscent of the Doctor's come to think of it. What was it with men he knew and having impeccable senses of dress? Whatever it was, Jack wasn't about to complain. The accent was thick, but no thicker than what he'd heard coming out of the mouths of some Welshmen over the years. Still, was the thickest one he'd heard in a good long time.

"Not guarding, waiting," Jack replied, leaning back against the structure. "You're new," he said, tilting his head to the side. "I'd remember such a face."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-05 04:02 pm UTC (link)

If he'd have never let the coat out of his sight, he'd just have to watch as Gambit wore it around all the time, because the thief certainly wanted to get his hands on that coat. It really was fantastic, and it'd go so well with his clothes. Maybe it was time to switch to gray, hm? Still, his attention was drawn back to the man as he spoke, after giving him that once (twice) over, and Gambit broke into another easy, charming smile. That Cajun charm, up against Jack's American charm? Well, maybe just his charm in general, as it didn't seem to be attributed to all Americans. This could certainly become interesting.

"Aw, you makin' me blush. You gon' have t'buy me dinner firs', mon ami, if you wan' star' gettin' fresh, oui?" Usually, he would have expected that he'd been told that the other people would 'remember such a face' to mean that they'd remember his eyes. But after the look up and down the other man had given him, it was very clear he wasn't talking about his eyes (or not just about his eyes, anyway).

"So you 'de man who waits 'neath 'de clock tower? Soun' like uh borin' job. And oui, I'm new." Confirmed only after that little bit of banter. "Like your coa'." That was an understatement. "I'm Gambit. An' you?" It always helped to give your name first.. made the other person feel more secure about giving their own name. Like an olive branch of some sort.

"You been here lon'?" Since the other man had declared quite easily that Remy was new, it meant that he'd been around long enough to know everyone else's faces. He was still on the look out for who had been here the longest.. so far, the Doctor was holding that title. "An' you live here in 'dis tower?" Finally, the Cajun was tilting his head back to look up at it, eyes grazing over the bricks, then over the steeple roof, before coming back down to the man standing beneath it.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-07 03:21 pm UTC (link)

And if Gambit even thought of stealing the Coat, he'd have a very pissed off Time Agent on his hands. Jack had been through a lot with that coat, a lot of deaths and a lot of other 'memories' associated with it. Besides, the Coat was his focal point and Jack wasn't about to give it up. There was something about Gambit, however, that drew Jack -- though it could have been attributed to the accent. Jack always had a weakness when it came to accents.

Case in point: the Welsh.

"If you can find the restaurant around here, I'd be glad to," Jack replied. "Otherwise you'll just have to deal with the flattery and a rain-check for the rest." Jack would have had to be blind to admit that Gambit wasn't good looking. Exceedingly good looking.

"I'm just the man who waits," Jack replied. The man waiting for a death that won't come. "I thought you were. New, that is," Jack said, giving him an appraising smile. "Haven't seen you around and I know I'd remember such a gob." He held out his hand after Gambit introduced himself. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness."

The comment about the coat was answered with only a nod and a smile. "Been here a few days." He pointed in the direction of the museum. "Live off in that direction, but the clock tower tends to be the central place around here. The accent," he said, changing the subject. "Where abouts are you from?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 03:37 pm UTC (link)

He was already thinking of stealing it. Thinking of sliding it on, how it'd fit his frame so nicely, since he was built about the same as Jack, maybe a little thinner. He could imagine the way the wool would feel as he slid his hands over it. So different than the leather he was wearing now. It'd be a welcome change. But Jack's words were drawing him from the fantasy, and the Cajun smiled again, eyebrows lifting. "I remember 'dat rain check, mon ami. I take you up on 'dat later." Once they got out of here.

After regarding his hand for a second, Gambit stuck his out and gave the Captain a firm handshake, partially gloved (and fully gloved) digits wrapping around to hold on. "I'm Gambit, nice to meet you, Cap'in." He didn't always do well with T's when they followed certain other letters, and came out with a sharper sound. "Few days? You been par' of any of 'dose experimen's? I hear 'dey take people." However, he would answer a question, as long as Jack was answering him in return. Gambit wasn't that private of a man.. he sort of put it all out there.

"Lou'zee'ana. On 'de Bayou." Just as he'd told everyone else. "From nin'teen nin'y t'ree." He felt he had to clarify that, because everyone else had been from a different time. And that was very odd to him.. but interesting, all the same.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-08 04:27 pm UTC (link)

Over Jack's dead body. And, really -- hard to have a dead body when you were an immortal man. Chuckling, he was seeming to make quite the impression on the other man and, truthfully, he on Jack. Hey, just because there was a relationship in the picture didn't mean that Jack wasn't allowed to browse. And flirt. "I have a long memory, I won't let you forget."

For a moment, Jack wondered if Gambit was going to shake his hand. He looked at the other man, not about to remove it until it seemed as if he wouldn't shake. But then, there was that relief and a hand wrapped around his own in a firm handshake. That was good: you could tell a lot about a man by the way he shook. "Pleasure's all mine," Jack said genially, a bit of a glint in his eye. Pleasure indeed. "Haven't been part of anything. Well, unless you count having a clone of myself running around and wreaking havoic on the natives here being part of an experiment. That was yesterday and haven't seen hide nor hair of them around today."

An American? Jack chuckled, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "Ninety-three? Was a good year. Not as good as the eighties, but it'll do." Or the fifties for that matter. "Don't let the accent fool you, I've been living in Cardiff for the past bit. And if we're clarifying time periods -- the year 2009 for me."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-08 05:06 pm UTC (link)

Gambit could definitely do dead bodies-- WAIT! No. Not like that! He could definitely.. be okay with dead bodies, as long as it meant he could get that coat. It was fantastic.. And he would totally take it off his corpse. In a heartbeat. But the Cajun, too, was in the same sort of predicament the Captain was. He wasn't in a relationship persei, but he did have sort of a crush on this girl and.. well. She'd break him in half if he actually ever did decide to stray. And Remy valued his life, so he'd only flirt. Unfortunately, he didn't swing both ways.. but it didn't mean he couldn't play around the swing set anyway, right?

"Oui, Monsieur, 'de pleasure is all yours." Cocky bastard, but it came with an easy, charming smile. However, when the news of the clones was dished out, Gambit's eyebrows rose up. "Clones? Est-ce que vous êtes sérieux?" Are you serious? He'd never heard of such a thing-- sure, he knew mutants could make themselves look, feel and sound like others.. but they weren't clones, just shape-shifters. Completely normal. Clones were weird!

"Two t'ousan' nine? Aw, you jus' a baby t'me, when I get home, I fin' you an' give you a teddy bear, non?" It was a tease, a taunt of sorts, but all in good nature. Remy LeBeau wasn't the most serious of men... not in the least.

"So wha' you do, mon ami, beside wait in fron' of clock towers?" He wanted to know, as always, what this man (Captain Jack Harkness) could bring to the table in this strange place.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-08 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Dead bodies weren't anywhere near as interesting as a ficus. Or... other inanimate objects that had, over the years, flirted back on occasino. It was just when the fruit started talking (and not in that sense) that Jack tended to get into trouble. Of course, to steal a phrase: Trouble was Jack's middle name. When it came to flirting, a few coy smiles and filthy words hardly did anyone a bit of harm. However, Jack wasn't nearly as picky when it came to the object of his affections. Jack would take the swing set, slide and teetertoter without batting an eye.

Jack never noticed the Cajun starting to speak French, only that his lips weren't lining up with what came out of his mouth. Instantly, Jack whirled around, expecting to see a blue box in his direct vicinity. There was, however, nothing. But it meant that it had to be around somewhere, right? Without knowing the language, it was hard to say -- but it was logically the fault of the TARDIS. It had to be. So lost in his thoughts of finding the TARDIS and, theoretically, a chance to escape, Jack damn near forgot about Gambit.

Well, not completely.

"Just a baby?" Jack let out a bark of a laugh. "Oh, if only you knew." He may have had a young face but his eyes spoke of the centuries he had lived through. "What do I do?" Let's see how strong your stomach is. "Catch aliens for a living. Study them. Keep the earth safe. Ianto. Pizza." Jack shrugged. "The normal things." Jack tilted his head to the side. "And you? What is it you do when you're not wandering about, talking to strange men in front of clock towers?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-08 06:12 pm UTC (link)

Gambit's curling grin only grew as Jack began talking about all the things he 'did', and at the end, he knew that he wasn't always talking about the normal sort of 'doing', he also meant the 'doing-doing'. A man after his own heart.

"Ca'ch aliens?" Well, he couldn't be that good. He hadn't caught the Doctor yet, but Gambit wouldn't say anything about his new friend. He'd promised. .. He also lied. But not this time! "Yan'no?" What a strange name, "Pizza? Woul'n' 'dat burn, mon ami? Migh' I sugges' 'de meat pies. 'Dey're warm, but delig'fully so. And 'de lil' chunks? To die for." Strong stomach indeed. Take that, Captain.

"What do I do? Well, Cap'in Jack Harkness," He was one of the lucky ones, his name came out flawlessly through that thick Cajun accent. "I kill people. Pour l'argent." For money. It was the same filthy lie he'd told the Doctor.. but still. He always liked to use that story first. It helped people people from getting too intimate with him too quickly. Unless they didn't believe him, like the Doctor, and called him on it. Then he usually folded, because it was always impressive when people called him out on his lies.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-08 08:49 pm UTC (link)

Answering a question in a straight-forward manner was certainly not Jack's typical style. Besides, when a question was that open-ended, how could Jack answer it in any other way? He couldn't, that's how.

"Yes, catch aliens," Jack repeated, becoming a bit enamoured with the accent. Not as much as he preferred the Welsh, mind, but it was pretty damn close. While the dropped consonances weren't bad, there was a sort of lilt that was missing. Then again, Jack didn't know what happened to the cajun accent when lust was involved. If it turned as gravelly as Ianto's voice, well, all bets were off at that point. Jack didn't ask for much: just a good looking man with an accent.

"Depends on the type of pie," Jack replied. "Sometimes the cheese and that extra bit of grease is exactly what one needed." The game of double entendres? Two could play that game. However, the moment he mentioned killing people, the jovial look was gone and Jack's guard came up once more. He'd learned long ago not to underestimate a man and Gambit would be no exception. So it was either the truth (possible) or a lie (most likely). Besides, what man who claimed to be an assassin came out and said it?

No calling Jack a hypocrite for coming out and saying he caught aliens. This pot was certainly blue, not black. "Killing people for money?" Jack asked, raising his eyebrows to his hairline. "Come now," Jack said, taking a chance. "You don't seem the assassin for hire type to me."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-08 08:58 pm UTC (link)

"I don'?" The smile that curled his lips said that Jack was probably right about him, that he probably was lying. Then again.. "You right. Je le fais gratuitement." I do it for free. He announced with an even wider grin, before the Cajun tipped his head, studying Jack's face carefully. He was trying to decide if the other man wanted to think the best of him.. if it, like the Doctor, he knew for a fact that Gambit had been full of shit.

But regardless, he was pushing his hands deep into his pockets once again and looking up above at the clock, then back down to the other American. He was used to American accents, of course.. everyone he knew had them. The new accents here were the interesting ones. He liked to try to identify where they were all from. Sometimes he simply had no clue.

"What do I seem like to you, mon ami?" Sometimes the accent simply didn't come through, depending on the words he was using. He could speak rather nicely, with only a very slight accent, or he could be using plenty of words that simply came out of his mouth incorrectly.. differently.. and it would make it so much harder to understand. It was just the beast that was the accent. "School teac'er?" That was about the last thing Gambit would ever be. No. The Thief, when observed for a time, would prove himself to be something much more, with his fluid movements, his silent footsteps, the way he moved around corners, the grazing touches on items that interested him. Acrobat, perhaps. Dancer. He certainly had the grace. Museum curator? Maybe not. But he was smart. Very clever.. and you put those all together, and you ended up with a Thief.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-09 08:45 pm UTC (link)

"No, you don't," Jack said, a bit stronger this time. "For money, for profit, or for free." The grin tipped him off that Gambit was lying through his teeth (or, at least greatly stretching the truth). Well, whatever the man w anted to do was his business. So long as Jack didn't see, then whatever. But, then again, if there was going to be trouble around, Jack knew where he'd look first.

"You seem like quite the charmer," Jack allowed with a slight tip of his head. Jack was half tempted to ask the same question of Gambit -- would be interesting to know what others thought of him, particularly in the first impression category. "But there's something else behind it too." Jack frowned, feeling a whiff of something but unable to put his finger on it. He shifted his weight as if trying to get a better read on the man and finding nothing. Not even the rudimentary psychic abilities Torchwood training gave seemed to come up with anything either. A liar. Cheat.

Aw, what the hell? "I should return the question," Jack said, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets, pushing his coat back and behind him. "What sort of a man do I seem like? Call me curious."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-09 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Because the rudimentary psychic abilities Torchwood training gave him couldn't overcome the natural (though weak in comparison to his other abilities) psychic abilities that Gambit had. His charm wasn't just charm, it was more than that. It was a power. And when turned on, it was inescapable. His good luck at poker wasn't just good luck, it was also a power, something that gave him insight to the minds of other players. It was his silver tongue that was just that -- nothing more than his wit, no powers to help there. But Gambit, of course, certainly wasn't going to admit to any of that.

But when Jack could come up with nothing, a small knowing smile came over Gambit's face, but he didn't push it any further. He could tell exactly what Jack was trying to do, and he knew that he'd failed. It was to be expected.

"Wha' sorta man do you seem?" The question was repeated, even as Remy frowned some as if in thought, an exaggerated motion. "You seem.." He lifted his eyes up to the building behind him, silent for a long few seconds before red eyes came down again, locking onto the amazing blue across from him, the two opposing colors meeting quite nicely. "Like me. A liar. A con man, perhaps?" He breathed in deeply and stepped in closer, slowly, until he was just a foot from Jack. "But someone, 'dey set you straigh'." The Cajun breathed in deeply then, as if smelling the shorter man would give him clues (it didn't, of course, but it was a very effective way of throwing people off, making them think he could smell things).

"Now you save people. You do goo'. You a big damn hero, mon ami. An' you glad for it." He lifted his eyebrows then, expecting either a confirmation, or an announcement that he was very wrong.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-10 04:41 pm UTC (link)

Jack also wasn't trying to push through any barriers either. Whether or not he could have would remain to be seen, but Jack tended to rely on tech devices as opposed to his own internal abilities. Of course, that had better served him when he had those devices readily at his fingertips. Now it was back to basics and, frankly, Jack would rather find out the old fashioned way than trying to clumsily make his way through someone's mind. Jack could match Gambit charm-for-charm and, in truth, Gambit hadn't seen the half of Jack's abilities. That could, at some point, prove to be rather interesting.

He ignored the knowing smile, attempting to keep it from bothering him too much. There were other ways of finding out information. Other... more enjoyable ways.

Tilting his head to the side, Jack was intrigued by what Gambit came up with. There was a smile on his face when the words 'con man' were spoken and Jack nodded his assent. "Once upon a time, I was," Jack replied. "Though it seems like another life now." Flicking his glance skyward, Jack sighed. "Set me straight... in a manner of speaking. I'll always be flexible when it comes to dancing, though."

He paused, though, lowering his glance to Gambit's face. "A big damn hero? Well, I suppose that's one way of putting it." Jack frowned, drawing his lower lip into his mouth. "You're like me in that. You're more, much more than what you seem to be. What are you hiding?" he asked suddenly.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-10 05:18 pm UTC (link)

As soon as he'd gotten that nod, he smiled slowly. Good to know he still had it. He'd had to guess several times with the Doctor and it'd really put him off. But this man? This one was easier to figure out. He already knew that he was a do-gooder, saving the world and all, because Jack had announced that.. but it was also obvious from the way he'd asked Gambit what sort of man he thought he was, that he hadn't always been a do-gooder. And honestly, the Cajun would have said he was a thief, but sometimes people assumed it took one to know one, and he didn't want Jack having any correct assumptions about him. So he'd chosen the next best thing: Con man. Criminal, would have been his second choice, if he'd been wrong. But all the same.

Though, the little comment about dancing had the red-head smirking and he crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin, exploiting his height advantage over the man in the fantastic coat. "Big damn hero." He agreed simply. However, when Jack commented that he was like him in that, and asked what he was hiding, he shook his head some.

"I hope you don' mean I'm uh hero. Somet'in' happen here, mon ami, I leave all your asses to die wit'ou' a secon' t'ought, d'accord?" However, if he wasn't talking about Gambit being a hero, which was most likely the case, the Cajun would touch on that base, as well. "Oui, much more 'den I seem. An' I'm hidin' a lot, Cap'in Jack Harkness. Bet it drive you crazy not knowin', non? But you gon' hafta wai'. 'Dis game too much fun t'be endin' it now. I tell you what. You t'ink 'bout it, 'den you come fin' me and we talk more. Maybe you figure it out all on your own, hm?" The red-head gave him a wink then before backing off a few steps.. and turning away to start walking towards the Gym. He'd missed his appointment with Wolverine long ago, but who knew, he might still be there.

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capt_harkness
2009-06-10 10:52 pm UTC (link)

There were some things a man could figure out very easily just by looking at Jack. The fact that he wore an RAF greatcoat could easily peg him for a military man and a hero at that. Creative deductions and nothing more, as far as Jack was concerned. But still, nothing like having the old ego fed just a little bit -- though Jack was sure there were many who'd argue that he didn't need to have his ego fed anymore than it already was. Jack may have been a lot of things in his life, but criminal was far from the list. Con man, yes -- but that was for his own gain, not to harm others.

Gas masks definitely not included there.

"No, not quite the hero category, though you could be there if you wanted to, I suppose," Jack mused. Really, anyone could follow the path of the straight and narrow -- but it was when the path jogged that things got interesting. He would never admit to being driven crazy by lack of knowledge, though if the Cajun had any reading on Jack, he wouldn't have to ask to know the answer to the question. "Or you find me," Jack replied with a slight incline of his head. He returned the wink with one of his own, smiling as Gambit headed away from him.

Yes, there were still surprises to be found in Vas Captio, weren't there?

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