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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-07 00:53:00

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!complete, day 10, location: museum, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy LeBeau & The Doctor
What: Gambit decides to have a morning walk with the Doctor.. but he has to wake him first.
When: 0812, Day 10
Where: Starting in the museum, moving through the town.
Rating: PG-13, just in case.
Status: Complete

Remy LeBeau was a rather well known thief in his part of the world.. and in parts of the world that he'd been to on vacation, where certain things had gone missing. The X-Men, as of yet, didn't know anything of his former life and he wasn't in any hurry to tell them about it. What they wouldn't know wouldn't hurt them. So mum was the word for the Cajun, but to those he'd stolen from, his was an MO they would never forget. It wasn't his face that was well known, or even his name, it was what he took and how he took it. They'd given him several names, the most popular of which had been Le Diable Blanc, The White Devil. It was fitting, really, and he'd appreciated it when reading about it. He had an alias.. well, aside from his several other alias'.. okay, so it wasn't that it was an alias, it was that it was such a cool alias! And that had always brought a smile to his face. In fact, the Cajun was smiling even now, as he was moving on silent feet through the long hall of the museum. The room the Doctor had appointed to him had been a few doors down, and the Cajun had appreciated it quite a lot. He'd gone off to bed early, since he hadn't slept the night before. But that also meant that the red-headed devil had gotten up early. It was just a few minutes after eight, and the Cajun had already gotten himself up and tugged his shoes on, then headed out of his make-shift room to get a better look at the museum. After a half hour of disappointed exploration (okay, so he'd taken a few things and settled them in his room.. for now) he had finally decided that he wanted to leave this place and explore outside. Perhaps get a good look at the walls that were keeping them in. The glass box that had been mentioned to him several times the previous day.

And that was what had brought him to the Doctor's office.. well, the Doctor's bedroom. He wanted to take a walk, but he certainly didn't feel like doing it alone, after giving the 'buddy' speech to a few people yesterday, he'd feel stupid going out on his own today. So he'd chosen himself a partner. The Doctor. No, no, not that kind of partner! Though, if he swung that way, the Doctor certainly wasn't bad looking.. the thought had Remy tilting his head.. but then he shook it to get rid of that image. Definitely not. Unless the Doctor had breasts under that suit and a fantastic-- Definitely not going there! The Cajun winced slightly at the mental image that he'd created and closed his eyes tightly. Out, image! Out! Dead puppies! Dead babies! Logan in a speedo!.. Oh, that had done it. The image of the Doctor was gone, replaced by something much more awful, but at least it wasn't the man behind this door. The door, in fact, that he was presently turning the knob to test it, before he was pushing it open silently. Only enough for his lithe body to make it through, and he was silently closing it behind, before heading across the room with careful steps, until he was right up alongside the sleeping alien. It reminded Gambit of a movie he'd once seen, but now certainly wasn't the time for that. So the Cajun moved to stand with his feet about level with the Rooster-Haired-Doctor's chest, so he could stare down at him like some sort of creepy red-eyed vulture, a smile starting to slowly creep across his face.. and very quietly, he crouched down, leaning forward some so that he was hovering slightly over the (much) older man.

"Docteur." The whisper from the red-head, he assumed, would likely startle the poor man awake. But it was all fun and games for Gambit, right now. It would be for a few more days. He wasn't really taking all of this seriously because he'd been in worse spots before and he'd always been able to get out. He'd always come out on top and this situation wasn't going to be any different, so he might as well enjoy it while he was here, right? It was interesting! There were new people, old people who were from different places, and an alien! A man with knives for hands.. the whole thing, the whole expreince, was fascinating for him and he wanted to assure that he got to take in every little thing, and.. well.. he was actually enjoying himself, for now. Enjoying himself because it was another puzzle he could solve out. It was another prison he could break out of. Another test for him to pass. Another place for him to prove that he was the best. And he would. This was a test, it was an experiment. And Remy was going to win. "You 'wake?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 03:10 pm UTC (link)

Gambit scrunched his nose uncomfortably at the idea of vigilante justice, but then he remembered that, well.. that was almost what the X-Men were. Sort of. However, they were a much more controlled sort, and didn't just run off to do as they pleased. So the Cajun was nodding and letting out a slow breath as they passed by a particularly odd looking tree. Nothing like he'd ever seen before. "'Dey frien's of yours, Docteur?" He knew they were, of course. He had to be friends with them if he trusted them, right? Still, it sort of made the red-head wonder if the Doctor would trust him like that, if he'd be able to say something so matter-of-fact about him. Know that he could count on him. They'd known each other a little over twenty-eight hours now, but it didn't mean that they could trust one another like that, right?

Maybe not in normal circumstances.. but this was far from normal, and closer bonds formed in times of war and when you were in such desperate need. Remy was trying to decide if he trusted the Doctor as much as the Doctor seemed to trust those people.. and ultimately decided that he didn't. Not right now, at least. Sure, he trusted him a decent amount, but if it came down to it, he'd be looking out for number one, instead of hoping the Doctor would help. However, that could all very easily change given the proper situation. Saving someone's life, or helping them when they were injured, certainly helped to form a nice, strong bond. However, Gambit didn't think that things would get that bad here.

He hoped they wouldn't.

"'Dis fores' ain' so bad, non? Maybe a blanke', a nice lil' picnic baske'.. we have a good lunch out here." Playful talk from Gambit, who liked making light of situations. It helped his (and at times, other peoples) stress levels. "You jus' takin' me out here to get me 'lone." It was another tease, but was all in good spirits. "How far away is 'dis t'in'? Not far at all.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 06:10 pm UTC (link)

"Friends?" While the Doctor had intended a question of the word, it came out only slightly quizzical. Sarah Jane and Jack had been his companions. Ianto, well, he worked with Jack. Shannon, Sam, and Dean? Well, them he'd only just met here. What did they all have in common? The fact that the Doctor believed that he could, in fact, count on them; and that made them implicitly his friends. "Friends all, I suppose. Though, I'm not generally in the habit of collecting enemies."

The Doctor was carefully charting his course, the more thick the forest became the more it seemed sticks and rocks and roots seemed to want to jump up and catch a trainer clad foot. "You must still be hungry if you're talking about picnics," he derailled the red-heads joke.

"We should be running into it any time now..." A few more steps and the Doctor came to a slow stop. If Gambit squinted a little (or had better eyesight than the Doctor) he would be able to see their reflections in the glass wall just beyond. No rain today the Doctor found himself amazed at just how clear the stuff was.

"Well, there you have it."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 06:28 pm UTC (link)

Remy, much unlike the Doctor, was in the habit of collecting enemies. He'd given up counting them. He just knew he had enough that if they were to band together.. they'd make an army. The Doctor, of course, had a literal army that was technically his enemy. Lucky him. But Gambit was grinning over at the man in the suit as he mentioned the picnic. "Starvin', Docteur." Assured with a light-hearted voice, before he'd looked across to where the other man had indicated.

It did take some squinting, but when the glass box came into sight he lifted his eyebrows and bent in a swift motion, not losing a step, and he fluidly came standing straight again, before he tossed the rock up, caught it, charged it up in seconds, and flung it at the wall. Upon impact it exploded, creating a reverberating sound through the enclosure, but the glass was left unscathed, and the Cajun whistled low. "Maybe next time, I use somet'in' bigger?" Because the stone, that hadn't been even an inch long, hadn't done any damage to the wall at all, though it likely could have killed a man, had he tossed it at them instead.

However, he was stepping up closing and smoothing his hand over where the rock had impacted, rubbing his gloved thumb over it, before he straightened again. "Merde. Not a scra'ch." He was impressed. He left his hand there, though, pressed into the glass like that. He had the urge to charge it up, just to see if he could do the whole thing.. but he didn't.

Not yet, anyway.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 06:41 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor made mental note to show Gambit the gas station, something told him a hungry Cajun was a grumpy Cajun. He could have been wrong, but better safe then sorry.

Comfortable in his spot the Doctor quietly observed as Gambit stooped and chucked the glowing rock at the glass. His arms had been crossed, but upon impact the Doctor was left grabbing at his ears. The frequency of the as it vibrated away literally squelched in the Doctor's ears. Doubling over, his face a contorted look of pain and annoyance he waited for the noise to stop. "How about a warning next time?" he complained, pulling at his ears a little. It would have been worse had he still been cursed with those sattelite dishes on the side of his head, he could feel it.

"No one has been able to physically harm the wall yet," The Doctor volunteered. Oh, that sound was going to bring on one wicked headache, wasn't it? "Oh, and digging under it? So far, no luck with that, either." Hence why the Doctor wanted to measure it, see how high the thing went. For all he knew it could be miles. Unlikely that, being that the physical tolerance of the glass probably wouldn't allow such things; but, one never could tell with the morally questionable.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 06:49 pm UTC (link)

"You got some of 'dat alien hearin', Docteur?" He was smiling as he asked though, lifting his eyebrows up before tilting his head some, allowing red hair to hang into his face again. "Je suis désolé." He apologized easily, then turned his eyes to the wall again. It was interesting to him that the Doctor had better hearing.. he didn't look all that special on the outside, but he must have been completely different inside.

Though, when the Doctor announced that no one had been able to physically harm it, the Cajun took on a lopsided, cocky smile and looked back at the Doctor, head lulling to the side as he did. "I coul' blow it to tiny pieces, mon ami." He assured him in a slow, arrogant tone. There was that ego again. "Anyt'in'." Reminded as the Cajun directed his attention back to the wall. "I jus' kill all of us 'lon' wit' it, an' I ain' 'dat despera'e yet, sont vous?" Are you?, he asked in that smoother French. "I coul' try." But he couldn't just charge one area. Couldn't charge up a circle or a square.. it had to be all or nothing, and it would explode with such force that everyone that could die.. would die. Not that great of an outcome, in Gambit's book. Unless, of course, he was one of the ones who couldn't die, like Wolverine.

Bastard.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 07:14 pm UTC (link)

"Alien hearing?" The Doctor hadn't really realized just how his being an alien' had labelled him so differently for the Cajun. Though, the Doctor just assumed it was an attempted at humor on Gambit's part as opposed as something intended to be a slight. No, the Cajun was far too good humored for that sort of thing. "It's just a bit more... well refined." Alright, so he had slightly superior hearing, it also helped that he knew how to use it. How not to use it included listening to the phonically charged glass vibrate and screw with it's own electrical field - that was a bad idea.

As Gambit apologized the Doctor nodded, it's not like he could have known that his trick would have had that sort of effect on the Doctor. "When you touch something, how long does it hold that charge?" That would be the first in a series of questions Gambit had picqued with that demonstration of his.

"Well, then I'd say that charging up the wall would be a bad choice.." He didn't need to think any further than shards of glass raining down upon all the occupants of this place. Last thing he wanted to ever think of again. Well, it was in a long line of things he never wanted to think of (among them a story Jack had once told him involving and Grizone Elephant and a pair of trainers.)

When the redhead had asked if the Doctor was desperate he just smiled and shook his head. So far there was no indication of physical danger, no tangible threat to himself, these people, or the universe; this was no time to be feeling desperate.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 07:39 pm UTC (link)

"Up to a minu'e." The Cajun offered up the answer easily. The Doctor knew about it, so he wasn't planning on hiding any information concerning his power.. what would be the use in that? "Depends on 'de size of 'de objec', an' 'de way I charge it." He shrugged up a shoulder and smiled aside at the Doctor once again.

"Not desper'e? Bien. You don' look like a man who resor' to despera'ion much." The Doctor looked like the sort of man who'd exhaust every option before becoming desperate for a solution. That was one thing Gambit had liked about him. He seemed calm, sure of himself.. not a nervous wreck like many of the people he'd seen around here.

"You say diggin' don' work?" He was just reminding himself, really, not asking the Doctor a direct question. "'Den I t'ink we stuck for a bit." Until they could figure out something else. Anything else.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-07 08:44 pm UTC (link)

"A minute.." The Doctor was letting his mind work around the idea of a half-life for Gambit's energy wondering how it depleted itself from the object once charged and if it were possible for the object to have it's properties altered by the sudden change in molecular stability. In his mind he thought perhaps it might weaken the molecular bonds; but, he coud be completely off there. Even still...

"Oh, desperation is generally a state I try to avoid." While the Doctor knew he was very good when desperate, that didn't mean he liked how he acted in moments of desperation. There was something that made him think that the quiet, icy-hot rage that lived in the back of his head lost a bit of it's quite impervious cage when desperation set in.

His hands were set firmly in his pockets. Yeah, the Doctor was in scientist mode at the moment. "We'll find a way around, through, or below it," the Doctor said carefully. He wasn't going to let a wall convince anyone that they were going to be prisoners forever - he'd been in far worse prisons than this one.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-07 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Gambit honestly didn't know.. he didn't usually charge things and then remove the energy. Though, if he did it over and over and over again to an object, it might weaken it enough to cause it to release its bonds and simply crumble. But he'd never considered it. He wasn't really that.. well.. science-oriented. He had street smarts, common sense. Book smarts came over time as he learned from others. He'd learn a lot from the Doctor.

"If 'dere are no doors, you ain' gonna get 'roun' it. If 'dere's a ceilin', you ain' gonna get over it. I t'ink t'rough it's 'de only op'ti'n." Even as he said that, he spread his fingers out and the glass there began to glow softly and turn a transparent pink, which then darkened into a thicker red, radiating out at about an inch a second.. but once it got to a foot radius out from his hand, he breathed in and the color slowly drew itself back in, the light fading away with it as the Cajun pulled the energy back into his body, then removed his hand to inspect the glass. Nothing.

"Well, we shou' check all 'de way 'roun', non?" Personally, that was. What if someone else had missed something? Gambit was beginning to walk along the edge, just a few feet from the glass, slowly.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-08 12:26 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor knew - he knew he wanted to get his modulator done, come out here and get to work. He wanted to set it up at the weakest point in the glass' curvature and let the magic of sound work it's best on their prison. He wanted to be victorious and take down the wall. Then, he wanted to get his TARDIS and he wanted to stop at his favorite chip shop in Cardiff. Then, for fun, he'd try and find Gambit in his own world, just to see if he could. Sidetracked a moment he wondered: In Gambit's world was there still a Gallifrey? Was there still a him?

Blinking back into the real world with the Cajun and the daunting glass wall the Doctor worked to keep his focus. "Well make this wall move," was the Doctor's final comment on the matter. He refused to even think of failure as an option.

The Doctor watched with more than mild curiosity as Remy seemed to test his ability on the wall. It was good to see that it didn't offer any resisaence - the Doctor had half expected that after all.

"Well, I'm up for a walk if you are, though, if I remember correctly it took Dean a few days to make the entire circumference." The Doctor was already off and walking anyway. He was feeling jittery, he didn't like when he felt this way. It usually accompanied something that must not be. Problem being a timelord, you could sometimes sense when things that must occur were going to happen.

The Doctor hoped his sense was off this time. Perhaps Jack from another time period had been dropped into the fishbowl. Yeah, that could be exactly it.

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