1st Card Dealt [Action]

[kineticcajun]

[Luceti, today, there is a very large, sturdy cardboard box lying in the plaza. It’s not walking around, just sitting there, with one foot poking out at a somewhat awkward angle from one corner. It was dumped, at some point in the night, on the front step of the Item Shop, and there it remains. Its occupant has only just now woken up, and he’s not too thrilled. From time to time, the box rustles, and occasionally there are muffled curses in Cajun French.

It’s a tight fit in this here box when you’re too tall to really fit in it.

Eventually, once he’s managed to untangle himself from the knot the Malnosso have practically twisted him into and gotten out of this box, Gambit will be making the rounds through the shops in the plazas. Dressed in just his New Feather pants. He is bent on at least finding his coat. The half-naked part doesn’t bother him in the slightest, but he likes that coat. From there, it’s time to get a feel for the neighborhood. If he’s gonna be stuck here, he’s gonna know his way around.

Feel free to run into Gambit at any point in his adventure~]

Comments

[kineticcajun]

[Just don't suddenly fall down dead and we're all good. Last thing he needs is one of the various X-Men to stroll by as he's standing next to a dead person.]

Not too sure what you mean, chere, but I'd say you're lucky t'be gettin' up again so soon.

[makeitquick]

Yeah. ...Well, I'm good at things.

[Dully. And then she goes at moving her neck. Or trying to- there!]

[kineticcajun]

Seems so. [It's like a girl version of Wolverine. Oh wait, we already had one of those.]

You okay on your own now?

[makeitquick]

Will be, but I've got a glame of a guy willing to stand over me. Might as well thank 'em.

[And she rolls her neck before offering a hand to shake]

[kineticcajun]

[She may have been expecting a handshake here, but Gambit is classy. Have a small kiss to the hand instead.]

Ain't no trouble, chere. Just a lucky draw I was passin' by when I was.

Name's Gambit, by the way. Enchanté.

1/2

[makeitquick]

[What the hell. She recoils her hand in surprise when he does that. That. Was not what she was expecting]

[makeitquick]

...Nice eyes.

[She notices, finally.]

[kineticcajun]

[His only response to the surprise and the compliment is a laugh. At least, he'll take it as a compliment. The eyes have scared the hell out of enough people back home that this was a mild reaction.]

Thanks. I could say the same t'you.

[makeitquick]

If you're focus on rad [Pronounced "raid" as in "radiation"] effects, lookit the hair.

[But... she smiles anyway. This guy must be used to it. Of course he is]

[kineticcajun]

Sorry, chere... "raid"?

[The hair is definitely very interesting, but the terminology...?]

[makeitquick]

[Sigh, people here and the way they talk. She doesn't even know what "chere" is but she's not questioning it]

Rad. You know, radiation - Not quite radie here, but it's a basic mutation.

[kineticcajun]

[Bingo.]

I shoulda known. Lemme guess, you bouncin' back from dat fall has somethin' to do with it too.

[makeitquick]

Actually, that part's all natural.

[Rolling her neck. Good. She smirks]

[kineticcajun]

Where I come from, our mutations're all natural too, chere. 'Least that we know of.

[makeitquick]

Jesu, that's weird. Where I'm from, the sun's a bit UV bomb blasting us all into radie-dom.

[kineticcajun]

The sun's jus' about the least of our worries where I'm from.

[Apocalypse was muuuuch more dangerous.]

[makeitquick]

Lucky you.

[A beat. Wait, she never gave her name] Melaka Fray.

[kineticcajun]

[Well, since the French isn't getting him anywhere for once, he'll keep it simple.]

Pleasure t'meetya, Melaka.

[makeitquick]

[Hey French gets you places.


She just doesn't get it.]

Same here, Gambit. [...] People got ra[i]ds like that back in your area?

[kineticcajun]

Not all of us, but some. We're kinda a minority back home. A lotta people, you can't tell from lookin' at 'em.

I'm jus' one of the ones you can see de mutation right away. [Which is fine by him. Glow in the dark eyes come in handy sometimes.]

[makeitquick]

Ones you can't ock?

[That's... different. The ones in Haddyn are all visible, and most of them are debilitating. Like Loo's.]

Like what?

[kineticcajun]

Like psychics. Most of the ones I've met, at least.

[makeitquick]

Psychic?

[Not ringing a bell]

[kineticcajun]

Telekinesis. Or mind readin'. That type of thing.

[And here he thought psychics were a universal thing. Guess not.]

[makeitquick]

Oh. [...Wait. Mind "reading?"] Jesu- you know guys that can do that? Not spinning?