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A story down - Gambit's cellar
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Gambit checked the Walmart clock and made note to get rid of it before Zenphyr awoke.
He found himself throwing a roll of gauze on the bed and hastily tending to her wounds before they caused her worse injury.
En fin, she'd taken a massive amount of damage for one day. It didn't surprise him that her mood had become more and more hateful. She'd probably loathed feeling powerless at first and had the knee jerk reaction to remedy that cold with sucidal tendancies.
Now there was five minutes if the gumbo he made this morning was rightly sweeping the mansion with its sweet aroma.
Zephyr'd be knocked out for--by the dose that was put. Fifteen minutes. Twenty if her wounds were as tiring as they looked.
To think he'd bandaged the same badgering enemy twice today. Gambit cursed himself for going soft on someone who clearly didn't deserve the loving praise. Since when had he been so motherly? A motherly renegade appeared very 'oxymoron'. The sound of it made his ears bleed.
Too bad he had a plan and knew exactly how to execute it.
Gambit let her things crash down on the carpet. Making a prompt head count.
Two laptops, an AK-46. A glock. Some other guns (including snipers), twelve daggers, a compact bow and arrow set, six cellular telephones, and more USB drives, each one containing info on at least four people. Ammo, and the SpiderBite, SnakeBite, eyebrow piercings and lip rings all morph into USB software. Also, she had some food, water bottles and a ring that she'd definitely hadn't acquired by legal means unless she had a thing for men's jewelery.
Gathering everything but the electronics and three waterbottles, Gambit secured her things in places that you'd need blueprints of the mansion's underground to find. Empty floorboards were too cliche so that's where the food she'd stored ended up seeping. The ring hung on his chandelier so she'd see it the moment she awoke, like a part decoration.
Next was getting the gumbo. He brought the whole pot from the kitchen, keeping note of her breathing every time he passed. It was steady, it was clear and it was completely normal for a person who'd just endured injury to the point of intoxicated sleep.
The pot of gumbo sunk into the grass next to his window, spicing up the whole neighborhood with its aroma.
Once Gambit had changed into costume--this morning he'd been fighting in a button up shirt and jeans--he sat on his desk, tinkering with her little gadgets. He'd cracked open one of her waterbottles (assured it wasn't poisonous) and downed it. Needless to say, the thief didn't have to wait long.
"Yah der, ya big galoot?" A male voice sprang from the window above. Gambit grinned. There were two of them, a young carrot redhead and a thick shouldered blond named Henri.
"You know what dey say," Henri said, crouching east Asian style at the tiny window, "If y'can't stay in de sud."
"--Le sud viens à toi," The red head said. He was much shorter, but was very big in the arms.
"Viens, entré," Gambit said getting up and spreading his hands like a dignified host.
The two did so with as much precision as zoo monkeys, letting themselves fall soundless on the lush carpet.
"Mon Dieu! De hell y'do dis time!?" Lapin yelled but upon receiving two looks of indignation, he blushed and shut up.
"Well," Gambit said, leaning his back on a wall with the waterbottle. "B'fore I got de call, dis fille was wrecking havoc ova m'school," Both guys snorted at the mention of education, "Took sleepin' gas ta take her down. Unfortunately, she's armed like an assassin and happens to know m'."
They didn't realize that Lapin was blushing because of her.
Gambit knew that emotional throb. It was recognition.
He pretended to be surprised, "Ne me dit-pas--"
Lapin nodded sadly, cutting him off and crossing himself. Bless his soul.
"Oui, je l'a connait. Je l'ai rencontré au bar la semaine dernière. Elle était belle," he squeaked at the end.
Henri frowned, having expected a humorous get together (talking about the people they'd nicked and the women they'd met at parties--Y'know, thief stuff). He hadn't expected there to be an actual woman present. Knocked out and drugged, nonetheless! Leave it to Remy to make visits to Bayville seem like Theseus's maze meets Alcapone. Henri was a big man, blue eyed and handsome but also a little less cunning than his adopted brother when it came to puzzles and malicias. This behaviors did not have him impressed. He narrowed in on the girl, by now the only one paying attention to her.
Gambit thrust her technology into Lapin's hands, "Mon cher cousin. If dis is ta faute. C'est toi qui me lira sa vie."
"Shouldn't we tie her up?" Henri said.
Gambit looked at him quizzically, "And make it looked like we gang raped her? Non, mon frère. Ce n'est pas nécessaire," he brushed off the thought, "She'll be oozy when she wakes up. De drugs are mixed wit' nerve gas. De moment she awakens till the next while after dat, she won't be able to feel a muscle in her body."
Henri was aghast and wondered where his brother had gotten a hold of such a heinous toxin. It did sound like a date-rape drug but he decided it was best not to ask. Gambit's associations scared even him sometimes. Who was that boy seeing?
Meanwhile, Lapin had curled up on the floor with a bowl of Gumbo and a water bottle he hadn't drank. Pieces of the equipment were everywhere
"Dit-moi. Pourquoi does de name Vladmir Kronso semble familier?"
All three of them suddenly widened their eyes in the 'Oh no' expression. A harmony of perfect congregating realization.
Remy smacked his head in he wall and groaned. This was just the sort of poetic justice that kept him at night.
"What have you done?" Henri asked both of them, his face darkened.
Both Lapin and Gambit looked to each other slowly, Gambit's forehead scraping the wall.
Henri frowned at them with equal disapproval.
"D'you know why we're here dis week, Remy?"
Gambit didn't blink, allowing the answer to come and never backing down despite how hair prickling that look was. He was used to Henri's moods (ever since the guy had gotten married, he seemed to have a metal bo up his spinal area).
Henri continued, "We've been hired by some Monsieur by de name of Kronso. He'd both searching for a cure and his niece who'd gone missin' a few days ago," he started pacing, "Habituellement we don't take dese kind o' jobs but de gars's got a load of thieven to do. We even let go of dat museum heist for dis gig. Egyptian gigs don come cheap, Rémy."
Despite all the Law & Order seriousness, Gambit couldn't help but brake into a goofy grin, "Guess we can't say 'April Fools', huh?"
That received him a wallop behind the head which he ducked, unfortunately.
"De amount o' work she's been puttin in!" Lapin exclaimed, drawing their attention back to his tinkering.
Rogue stood at his door, hand raised to knock on it when she thought twice about it. She lowered her hand and bit her lip.
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'Who could it be,' Gambit thought, racking his brain for why those footsteps were so familiar to him.
"It's lunch time, Lapin?" He asked, peering over Lapin's shoulder.
The clock had long been unplugged.
Lapin answered,"Ouais," preoccupied with devouring an unconscious girl's secrets via electronics. The things people posted on the Internet were astounding!
Gambit paced a bit, knowing exactly who it was. Looking up at the ceiling he made a decision.
"Henri, Lapin, mind lookin' after her when she wakes up? Doubt de fille 'll want t'see mon visage," Lapin and Henri scoffed at the understatement.
"And y't'ink she'd radder see us! Two gars she don't know?" Henri exclaimed, this was way beyond his line of cool. It was like Lapin when one joked about his gym shorts. Those jokes got old fast ad frankly, they were insulting. His gym shorts were much worse than any joke played.
Gambit gave them a 'it doesn't matter look' and told them to keep it down, something seriously souring his mood. By the looks of it, Henri concluded that it was probably some dumb thing he'd brought upon himself and if he didn't take care of it soon, some other squadron of problems would blow up in their faces.
This is exactly why he didn't see his brother often.
"Be quick," Henri said firmly, his jaw tight.
Remy nodded once and leaned on his elbow at the door, successfully hiding the victim. The same couldn't be said about his brother and cousin. Lapin's hair sticking out like a sore thumb against cream coloured walls.
He opened the door with the wide ark of his arm. Seeing the goth, there was no denying he panicked a bit. But Remy was good at repressing unsavory things by letting his mind wander to her. Soon everything else was a lingering black cloud over their head on an otherwise luminescent morning.
"Keep starin' at me like dat an I'd say you're lookin' for more than y'can have, " he said, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth, the perfect bow of his lower lip shadowed by a neatly manicured pinch.
He was animatedly waiting for her special breed of verbal poison but mostly inside--it was panic.
((I really meant Glock when I said it, I didn't mean clock. A Glock is a special kind of gun. But a clock is okay also...))
Zephyr’s breathing started becoming jagged, hurried and painful. She was able to open her eyes, but other than that, nada. Last time she had awoken in a strange room, not able to move, four men had ended up dead. She started readying herself for what she might have to do.
That was when the headache came. This meant that her Raven was angry and trying to find her. Too bad they couldn’t talk telepathically. Yet.
Slowly but surely the feeling in her fingers and toes came back to her. She wiggled them softly, so as whoever else was in the room wouldn’t see, unless they were right above her, which no one could’ve been, for she didn’t see anyone.
As she made sure none of her fingers or toes were broken, she tried to remember what had happened last. All she could think of was that Gambit had opened something on his bow, and the rest was blank. However, if someone had knocked her out with something, it could’ve erased her memory.
Then it hit her. She had to leave. She had never left to help her Uncle. How long had it been? Had this been happening over and over again, her waking up and then falling asleep for days? Although, the fact of her sleeping was good, for she hadn’t gotten more than four hours of in in the past three weeks.
As soon as she could feel her entire body, she slowly moved her arm to reach for her dagger. It wasn’t there. Panicked, she, like a sloth, moved for her gun. It wasn’t there either.
She would have preferred to face her attackers with something more human, for if she used her mutations, the MRD could trace it to her.
Fire and bird claws would have to do. She sighed on the inside, thinking of the possibility of the bloody mess.
Quickly, she jumped up and whirled, looking around for whomever else was in the room. Bad idea, her back hurt like crazy, but she would have to ignore it.
Zephyr’s breathing started becoming jagged, hurried and painful. She was able to open her eyes, but other than that, nada. Last time she had awoken in a strange room, not able to move, four men had ended up dead. She started readying herself for what she might have to do.
That was when the headache came. This meant that her Raven was angry and trying to find her. Too bad they couldn’t talk telepathically. Yet.
Slowly but surely the feeling in her fingers and toes came back to her. She wiggled them softly, so as whoever else was in the room wouldn’t see, unless they were right above her, which no one could’ve been, for she didn’t see anyone.
As she made sure none of her fingers or toes were broken, she tried to remember what had happened last. All she could think of was that Gambit had opened something on his bow, and the rest was blank. However, if someone had knocked her out with something, it could’ve erased her memory.
Then it hit her. She had to leave. She had never left to help her Uncle. How long had it been? Had this been happening over and over again, her waking up and then falling asleep for days? Although, the fact of her sleeping was good, for she hadn’t gotten more than four hours of in in the past three weeks.
As soon as she could feel her entire body, she slowly moved her arm to reach for her dagger. It wasn’t there. Panicked, she, like a sloth, moved for her gun. It wasn’t there either.
She would have preferred to face her attackers with something more human, for if she used her mutations, the MRD could trace it to her.
Fire and bird claws would have to do. She sighed on the inside, thinking of the possibility of the bloody mess.
Quickly, she jumped up and whirled, looking around for whomever else was in the room. Bad idea, her back hurt like crazy, but she would have to ignore it.
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Lapin jumped to his feet, matching his name in jittery convenience. ((Lapin is his nickname, it means bunny.))
"Mmm--nn-ne--a-e-Elle est reveillé! Henri, Rémy! Mon Dieu, elle se reveille," he said it like she was Frankenstein monster. Running up to Remy, knocking him in the back then to Henri like the flash and shaking his shoulder.
As if Henri hadn't noticed before.
The reaction was immediate. Gambit pushed Rogue into the hallway, shielding her and shutting the door. He'd left them both behind.
Lapin looked like he was about to pee his pants, he had such nerves. Her broken into electronics speckled the carpet and he dropped the pieces in a jump.
Tiredly, Henri touched his hand to his waist where he was armed but didn't make more movement for the taser there. "Kronso's niece," was his first words said, "De one t'ought dead is un mutant."
((I thought it was a heating duct thing. Show's how much I know. What's his real name?))
Zephyr put her hands in the air, chuckling. It was amusing to see three full grown men make such a big deal out of her coming out of the slumber. "Awake, awake! It's awake!" Turing her expression to turning to the taller one, it darkened. "You, sir, have some explainin' to do. And it better get done quickly, or else this time I'll fight for real."
Noticing her computers and USB drives on the floor, she said, "You idiots! How could you be so reckless!? Aren't y'all... thieves!? You shouldn't have! Do you realize how this puts all of us in danger!?"
Zephyr put her hands in the air, chuckling. It was amusing to see three full grown men make such a big deal out of her coming out of the slumber. "Awake, awake! It's awake!" Turing her expression to turning to the taller one, it darkened. "You, sir, have some explainin' to do. And it better get done quickly, or else this time I'll fight for real."
Noticing her computers and USB drives on the floor, she said, "You idiots! How could you be so reckless!? Aren't y'all... thieves!? You shouldn't have! Do you realize how this puts all of us in danger!?"
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Gambit shut the door and left the room.))
Lapin rolled his eyes and looked both ways rapidly. "Femme, if you t'ink I can't put it back together in seconds, you're crazy!" He said.
"Explaining to do. Yeah, we're gonna have ta call Jean-Luc on dis earlier den I t'ought," Henri was by far the least eccentric of the bunch. Not insane, not on five pots of coffee, just someone caught in the wrong cellar with a bunch of nutsos who happened to have relation to him.
"We don't know de danger yet," Henri said, "Un [one]. Why did y'do dis ta Lapin? Y'not 'xactly putting much t'ings to trust y'self. First Émile, den Rémy. I'm not judging," who was he kidding, "But it's seems like you're picking off de Thieves one by one."
((Oh, sorry))
Zephyr glowered. "Tall one's right. You don't know the danger. We could all be dead within seconds. Now," she said, her black nails turning into claws, the tips on fire, "Where's the rest of my stuff? Tell me, and then help me outta here, and no one gets hurt."
It must've looked pathetic to these men. An average-sized teenage girl threatening them. Well, she didn't care. By the way she had woken up, with them both in the room, and her passed out, she was seriously ticked off.
While she waited for them to answer, she took a look around her, looking for any means of escape. It would be last resort, but f she had to, she'd leave everything to get away. Copies could be made, hopefully. Looking above her, she saw the ring she had stolen from a man at the diner.
Gambit really had gone through her stuff. Now her entire forearms were on fire, illuminating the room.
Zephyr glowered. "Tall one's right. You don't know the danger. We could all be dead within seconds. Now," she said, her black nails turning into claws, the tips on fire, "Where's the rest of my stuff? Tell me, and then help me outta here, and no one gets hurt."
It must've looked pathetic to these men. An average-sized teenage girl threatening them. Well, she didn't care. By the way she had woken up, with them both in the room, and her passed out, she was seriously ticked off.
While she waited for them to answer, she took a look around her, looking for any means of escape. It would be last resort, but f she had to, she'd leave everything to get away. Copies could be made, hopefully. Looking above her, she saw the ring she had stolen from a man at the diner.
Gambit really had gone through her stuff. Now her entire forearms were on fire, illuminating the room.
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Henri backed away with Émile in sych. How odd how they never made sound with their feet.
"Deal femme," Henri said. If he went on his knees and begged for mercy every time he met a mutant in anger, not only would he be charred flesh but Gambit would have made his life growing up impossible.
If Lapin had a hat, he would have tipped it.
Lapin said, "Don't pull dat all powerful c*** on us! We're stuck with you already!" Henri calmly didn't whap him in the ribs, "Voyez, threats don't work when we're already on your side! All dey do is hurt," he pounded a fist to his chest jokingly, "Right here. Oui, dats where it hurts."
"JUST TELL ME WHERE IT IS!" This really wasn't Zephyr's day. Or week. Or month. But someone had laid all of it on these men, and it wasn't her fault. That didn't mean she would let up on them.
She paused, the fire letting up a bit oce what they had said sinked in. "Wife?" She scowled. "How old do you think I am?!"
She paused, the fire letting up a bit oce what they had said sinked in. "Wife?" She scowled. "How old do you think I am?!"
Jax looked around outside and saw a large panel window. She leaned against it and tumbled in. Straight into Gamebit's room. She half fell before shifting into a tigress and landing gracefully on her feet.
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By now it was getting plenty obvious that the two had no clue where her stuff was.
Henri thought a moment but he didn't have the blueprints of the mansion in his head, "Du calm. What part are y'lookin' for? We don't know where it is, we'll find it. But make quick tah tell us. Clocks ticking."
Jax shifted and looked around with her eyes widening. She stepped back and pushed herself up against the wall as her eyes turned purplish with fear.
Zephyr sighed, realizing that these men were going to be of no help. Tick tock, tick tock, her brain told her, remembering the need of hurry. And that's when the tigress rolled in. "The heck?"
Narrowing her eyes, she walked past the men, over to the animal. "Who 're you?"
Narrowing her eyes, she walked past the men, over to the animal. "Who 're you?"
Jax turned into her human form and looked at her I. Fear. She said nothing but her eyes soon formed small tears. She was emotionally unstable and refused to talk to anyone but the professor. Her eyes glowed an eerie purplish color.
Zephyr crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine, be that way. Just don't get in mine," she said, finally done with trying to be kind.
She turned back to the men, "I need my pack, my guns, my daggers, my electronics and my ammo. Then I'll be outta your way."
She turned back to the men, "I need my pack, my guns, my daggers, my electronics and my ammo. Then I'll be outta your way."
Jax looked at the ceiling and silently prayed that god would help her out of this somehow. She quietly began to hum to the song 'People Like Us' by Kelly Clarkson to calm herself down.
Rogue decided that she should knock now. She knocked on the door. "Gambit, I need to talk to you."
((Gambit is already out there with her, Silvermoonwolf))
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Lapin didn't like the idea of making his cousin squeal but hey, he far deserved the head trauma.
"And what makes ya think I'mma help y'all?" She questioned.
Blood Bone and Muscle wrote: "((I should have known that. My spell check was going crazy. Kay, changing that for you.))Lapin jumped to his feet, matching his name in jittery convenience. ((Lapin is his nickname, it means bunn..."
Rogue looked at Gambit a bit surprised. "What was that for?" She asked.
Jax got up and walked to the door, she noticed Rogue and Gamebit then sighed. She kinda knew Gamebit from seeing him around in the kitchen. Jax liked to cook to.
"Are you gonna answer, or do I have to ransack this place to find my stuff?"
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Lapin at his heels leaned down.
"Look, y'made a kid cry."
Henri ignored him coldly.
((Can Rogue and Gambit meet near the school? Or any place that's not here?))
((Yeah.))"C'mon, let's not talk here." Rogue said.
Jax left trying to find Gamebit to warn him of the people who were searching for him.
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Lapin jumped to his feet, matching his name in jittery convenience. ((Lapin ..."
Earlier in this morning...
"We're getting out o' here," he said, "Some-tin's happenin'. Viens-t'en," he carefully took her wrist and lead her out of the institute in a quick, phantom of the Opera pace. His trench coat beating at his heels. They made it through the halls in time to brake out into the nice sunshine.
Zephyr ran after them. "Wait! I have an idea, instead of trudgin' through the whole house." She planted her feet. Crossed her arms. Waited.
((You realize he just touched her skin, right? Or am I wrong?))
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"Shoot."
((Bayvile High, I think))
"If we can find the computer room, I mean, like, the main computer room, we could get a blueprint." She pocketed the ammo. "Thanks."
"If we can find the computer room, I mean, like, the main computer room, we could get a blueprint." She pocketed the ammo. "Thanks."
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((Gloves. Hence the 'carefully'. His palms are covered and a few fingers. Worse case scenario, he can always bend a card.))
"Remy told us not to touch Cerebro--"
Henry shook his head, "Remy isn't on our side anymore."
((BBAM at the hallway of Bayville high.))
((Oh, 'kay, got it.))
Zephyr looked up curiously. "Cerebro? Wait... brain." She scowled. "You want to touch a brain? That's sick."
Zephyr looked up curiously. "Cerebro? Wait... brain." She scowled. "You want to touch a brain? That's sick."
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Zephyr watched both of them, once in awhile saying a worried, "Careful!" When they handed ammo as if it were cotton candy.
((I have to loggoff, everyone, but I'll be back on later or tomorrow. Bye!))
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McKinley whispered, "Okey Gumbo, you are in a leader position. What are my instructions?" She gave him a wild grin but her eyes were sad
(('Kay, I'm back))
Zephyr, looking up at a chandelier, saw her AK-46. She smiled, signaling for her raven, who was perched up on the grand staircase, to drop it down to her.
Farther, farther, father... Yes! t dropped succesfully into her arms. She checked the chamber to make sure that no bullets were in, then put it in safety. Slinging it over her shoulder so anyone coing in the room could see it -not covert, she knew, but it was the best tactic-, she walked over to the scrawny one with he big mouth.
"How do you know my name, yet I don't know your's?" She leaned on the wall casually.
Zephyr, looking up at a chandelier, saw her AK-46. She smiled, signaling for her raven, who was perched up on the grand staircase, to drop it down to her.
Farther, farther, father... Yes! t dropped succesfully into her arms. She checked the chamber to make sure that no bullets were in, then put it in safety. Slinging it over her shoulder so anyone coing in the room could see it -not covert, she knew, but it was the best tactic-, she walked over to the scrawny one with he big mouth.
"How do you know my name, yet I don't know your's?" She leaned on the wall casually.
"Maybe cause I have access to all the schools files. Me and my dad work here, at least he does. I sometimes give sessions and lessons." She gave a feral grin. "I'm McKinley Logan. The daughter of Wolverine."
"I ain't in the school files, and if you think I am, then I'd like to see it. Besides, what do you think my name is?" She raised a very rich aurburn-colored eyebrow.
"Maybe cause I have access to all the schools files. Me and my dad work here, at least he does. I sometimes give sessions and lessons." She said, "I'm McKinley Logan. The daughter of wolverine
((That's the second time you've RPed that. :/))
((This is goin' no-where, quick. I have to get off, but later I'll try to get somethin' started up again.))
In truth, had it not been for the large panel window casting light from the ground story above, the whole room would have looked like a prison cell carefully hidden.
The red sheets were not lush.
The ceiling fan was not romantic.
And the carpet only smelled mouldy with Bayville's humid temperament.
Puke green bricks over a wood box bed and decorated only with the cheapest alarm clock, one could presume that no one lived there.
And that's exactly what they wanted you to think.