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Remy LeBeau (Gambit) ([personal profile] kineticcajun) wrote2020-08-03 08:36 pm
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Appointments

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fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (It's not somethign I wish to discuss)

[Voice] Feb. 4th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-02-06 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[She didn't know why it felt important to call Gambit, but. She had a note in her small pocket journal, next to the name of the girl that vanished and an odd tally from a drinking contest she couldn't remember. It was a reminder 'ask Gambit about lessons'. So her she was, calling him.]

Remy- I was wondering. You are highly skilled in the art of projectile weaponry...would you be willing to teach me?
fleurdesel: right, sad, confused, tired, serious, angry (I need a moment)

[Voice] April 16th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-17 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Rems?

I'm going to be out of the village for the next few days.
touchofrogue: (Mmm? | What's Over There?)

[ written, private April 16th ]

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2012-04-17 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Going on a mission, back in a week.

[There, duty done.]
touchofrogue: (Oh - That's Not - Oh)

[ action, July 30th ]

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2012-08-08 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[continued from here

It was, it was infuriating. But that wasn't hard. Everything about him was infuriating right now. So she just turned and tried the door again. Anything was better than just the silence - if she stayed in there much longer, she'd have ended up throwing the coats at him.

Unfortunately, this time when she opens the door she stumbles backwards (possibly into him, if he catches her?) and bright daylight streams in. The ocean is hundreds of feet below them.]
Edited 2012-08-08 00:38 (UTC)
fleurdesel: right, sad, confused, tired, serious, angry (I need a moment)

August 19th, early evening

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-08-22 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[She'd meant to keep an eye on Oliver while Remy was away. Truly. She'd meant to keep herself calm while sitting around the empty and too quiet apartment. And if it had taken a few shots of gin and a halfhearted nap to manage it, well.

It didn't change the fact that she couldn't save most of his wardrobe.

Especially the coat.

Mostly the coat.

Oliver was a bloated, lethargic mess next to her on the sofa. Too much leather. And not but a scrap of a cuff left to show that Gambit had ever had a leather duster to begin with.




Rems was going to be pissed.]
touchofrogue: (Default)

[ written, January 12th ]

[personal profile] touchofrogue 2013-01-14 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[And in accordance with their agreement...]

I'm back.