FOURTH WALL - Joint Post

[kineticcajun]

JOINT POST for Gambit and Noa! Make a note in the subject line who you're wanting and I'll answer ♥



GAMBIT: Will be lurking around Good Spirits both nights, keeping an eye on who comes and goes. There will probably be much card shuffling.

NOA: Will be busy running around town the entire time and getting into everyone's business. Anyone, anywhere, any time, she'll be there and will be fascinated by all.

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[glovesoff]

In the flesh. [She takes the seat next to him and crosses her legs, thoroughly enjoying herself. It's not often that she gets to see him this confused and before so many things went wrong.] Miss me, Sugah?

[kineticcajun]

[This is definitely not the same Rogue. Even if the Malnosso pulled something to make her look different, he's never gotten a "sugah" out of her that wasn't sarcastic. Not that he's complaining, of course. Maybe she's the Rogue from Jubilee's world...?

He's still confused, but quickly regaining his composure. And by "composure" we mean "charm."]

Jus' caught me by surprise, chere. 'preciate the comp'ny.

[Especially when the company is not only Rogue, but also a Rogue who apparently knows his favorite drink. It might not be adding up quite right, but hell, he can appreciate it for what it is.]

and I meant to bow up there! So I will do so here: /bows

[glovesoff]

[Oh yes, she does recognize that "composure."]

Mmmhmm. Ah'm sure you do. [And she lets her eyes do a slow drag from his feet to his face, taking in all the differences and similarities before reaching over and casually opening her beverage of choice.]

Ah've wondered what'd it be like, bumpin' into a younger you. Stranger things have happened, right? [And this is a definite smirk as she pours herself a glass.] So now Ah just need to decide if Ah've already irreversibly damaged the space-time continuum an' can actually stick around for a drink.

[It's a dare. Go on. Charm her. She wants to see how good you are at this age.]

[kineticcajun]

[Well, he can't go backing down from a dare, can he? With a spark of laughter in his eyes, he lifts up his drink for a toast. A playful one, but a toast nonetheless.]

I t'ink it'll live if you stay for jus' a li'l while longer, non? Space-time don't really work the way it should 'round here anyhow.

[After all, Jubilee came from ten years in the past and somehow knew all of them as being older in spite of it. Space-time continuums have no place in Luceti, he figures.]

[glovesoff]

[She swirls her drink around in the glass before looking up at him at raising it in a toast.] So does that mean it's one of those 'Live it while you're in it, forget it when ya leave it' kinda deals?

[kineticcajun]

[Glass clink. And he'll down a good amount of this bourbon because dieu what is this place.]

Got it in one. What I hear, I been here twice, but I only remember this one.

[Charming grin goes here.] Might as well make the best of it, right?

[glovesoff]

Ah'll drink to that. [Because, hell, at least the booze is free.

And oh-ho, she knows that grin. Maybe you're not so different after all. She rests her elbows on the table beside him and leans in.]

S'a shame, though. Woulda been nice ta make some memories. [And a smirk, because she knows just what's going through your head right now, and she holds up her - still gloved - hand.] Ah've got two things ta say to you, Remy LeBeau. Think of it as your very own Christmas Carol.

[kineticcajun]

[That smirk is definitely familiar. And slightly unsettling, if she knows what's going through his head. That's not something anyone has ever really had much claim to before.

Still, he just chuckles and leans an elbow on the table as well. Nope, not backing down.]

You're not draggin' me off to go see my own grave, are you, chere?

[glovesoff]

[Noooooooooooot funny, considering.] Well, I did leave off the third thing on the list.

[But then her face sobers, and she holds up her index finger.] One: Gettin' help from men named "Sinister" an' "Apocalypse" is always a bad idea. For any reason. And there's no such thing as debts owed ta men with those names.

[With his age... she might already be too late. But she might not be. And maybe there's a chance that this could somehow sink in and... change things.]

[kineticcajun]

[Yeah. Too late on Sinister. And swap "Apocalypse" with "Magneto" and it's too late for that, too. His expression becomes a little more guarded. Escaping an owed debt to Sinister isn't quite as easy as walking away, and something tells him his older self has run into that same problem if she's telling him this.

Rather than argue, or try to defend his point of view, he'll just nod. He listened, for what it's worth.]

An' the second t'ing?

[glovesoff]

[...yeah, she's got a bad feeling that she might be too late. Oh well. She tried.

And her middle finger joins her index one.]

For Gawd's sake, don't let me find out about Belladonna on my own.

[That's said with some humor, since they've been through a lot since then. But. Still.]

[kineticcajun]

[Inward wince. Dieu, Belladonna. It may have been said with some humor, but that's. That's not a topic he really wants to get into with his Rogue. (If "his" is even an appropriate word, she's more her own.) He can't see it ending well. At all.

It is definitely a good thing she brought this bourbon.]

I'll try not to. An' hopefully she ain't runnin' around here somewhere too.

[If she is, he's probably going to round some corner and end up nearly being killed. While that might be entertaining for other parties, it's not something he'd care to get into.

And because he gets the feeling he owes this, for whatever happened when this Rogue met Bella:]

Désolé.

[glovesoff]

[Aww, Remy. She really hopes you make some different choices so you don't feel that you have to say sorry quite as much. You've got such a good heart, and her own aches a little.]

D'accord.

[And she raises her glass again. Drink? This conversation is part of why she brought it over, after all.]

[kineticcajun]

[Drink is a good idea. With a small smile, he lifts his glass as well and gives her a nod before drinking down some of the bourbon.

This really is bizarre, having someone who seems to know all of his secrets. Of course, if anyone can find them out, it's Rogue, but he's still a little curious if this was all a zap or just years of experience. From the way she's acting, he's leaning towards the latter.]

Guess I got a talent for bein' a thorn in your side no matter what the timeline, huh?

[He's joking, really, but he still knows he's a pain in the ass. Somehow he doubts his older self avoids ruffling her feathers.]

[glovesoff]

[She leans back and tucks a strand of hair behind an ear in an unknowingly familiar gesture and smirks.] Ya have your moments.

[And then Rogue takes a sip of her whiskey. Her message delivered, the ball's in his court.

...although she will admit, to herself, that she's curious about this version of his younger self... and whatever version of her own younger self there is as well.]

[kineticcajun]

[It's complicated. It always is. But still, the familiarity of some of her gestures pulls a low laugh out of him, even as he wonders if Rogue will grow into this sort of confidence. It fits her. It fits her really well.]

I'll take that as a "yes."

[His tone may be bordering on flirty, but the charm isn't quite turned up to maximum.]

But I promise I make up for it.

[glovesoff]

[A low, amused sound. Having been the recipient of the full-on flirtatious charm of the man that he grows up to be, she's familiar with all the degrees and - heh, he must still be feeling her out.]

Ya have your moments.

[She repeats herself with warm amusement, perfectly comfortable leaving him to guess.]

[kineticcajun]

[Now you've got him curious.]

Speakin' from experience, chere?

[Future self, he salutes you if that's the case.]

[glovesoff]

[A quick upwards quirk of her lips.]

It ain't polite ta kiss an' tell.

[And the two of them have done so much more than kiss. A small smile and Rogue takes another sip of her drink.]

[kineticcajun]

[Yep. That's a salute alright. How he's supposed to get past not so much her mutation as her aversion to letting anyone try to get past the mutation, he has no clue, but there's an odd sense of triumph that it can be done.]

An' what if I'm technically the same person? Don't count in that case, does it?

[He's teasing more than anything, but damn if he isn't curious.]

[glovesoff]

[Heh, he looks so impressed with himself, it's almost cute.]

In that case, Ah think you should go first.

[Eyebrows up, and another sip of whiskey.] Ya obviously knew me - what about it?

[kineticcajun]

[It's more encouragement than it should be. Really.

He takes another swig of bourbon, chuckling despite himself.]

Ain't much to tell. [And the security cameras in Magneto's joint would probably have more to say about the only non-experiment-related kiss he's ever gotten, but that's beyond the point.] The you I know ain't too keen on lettin' me much closer'n this.

[Not that he doesn't push that barrier all the time, but still.]

[glovesoff]

[Ah - now that's. Interesting. She could ask if the other her flirts back, but. She's not sure how much of an advantage she wants to give this particular younger version of the man that won her heart. Because it took a good long time, and a lot of it when he was chasing her for some damn fool idiot reason of his own, for her to win his. And if it's still about the challenge for him, then... well... it's probably best the two of them figure it out their own way.

Instead her gaze flickers to their proximity - easy, comfortable space, not the sort that her younger self would enforce.]

If she's lettin' you this close, ya must've done somethin' right.

[kineticcajun]

[She would know best, wouldn't she? Aside from younger!Rogue, who he suspects would probably prefer knocking him out to confirming out loud if he's doing things right by her. Especially considering all the stupid things he's done in the past.

The smile that twitches onto his face may be a small one, but it's genuine as well. He hasn't quite realized that second part just yet.]

Maybe. [And we'll see how long it takes him to mess that up. Not that he intends to.] Not sure what it was, but I'll try to keep it goin'.

[glovesoff]

Good. [She'll raise her glass in toast again.] Good luck.

[She can say that and mean it. She wants these younger versions to be happy. And she knows that when things were going right, she was never happier than when she was with Remy. And happy is the hardest thing to be, after all.]