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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[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.]

[kineticcajun]

[It's odd, being wished luck by Rogue in winning over... well... Rogue. And it does spark some further curiosity, but rather than push it, he'll just raise his glass as well for the toast.]

Merci.

[glovesoff]

[It's a fey, reckless mood that takes her then. Scott would have a coronary, but she and Scott have been having their disagreements lately. And - heh - she's fairly sure that her Remy would be more amused than anything, so...]

Tell me somethin', Sugah. What kinda bet would you put on likin' ghost number three?

[Her lips curl up at the corners in mischief.]

[kineticcajun]

[That look is pretty solid evidence that he will like ghost number three just fine, thanks. But he'll just return that mischievous smirk.]

I'm t'inkin' there's pretty good odds.

[glovesoff]

[She leans forward again.]

Really. Even though that's the one ta do with the future?

[kineticcajun]

The future's lookin' pretty good from where I'm sittin'.

[You walked right into that one, Rogue.]

[glovesoff]

[She actually laughs at that, warm and low and confidently sensual, because hey, she knows what leaning forward does to this blouse.]

I reckon so.

[And then, before God and everybody, she abruptly leans forward to brush her lips against his - it's nothing like a real kiss, but it does hold a glimpse of just what could be to come.

Oh. And there's no instant rushing pain for him either.]

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit isn't sure which part is shocking him more - the fact that she just leaned in and kissed him just like that, or the fact that there was no accompanying zap.

No complaints, of course, but. He's not hitting the floor. And this is not the tunnels.

And somewhere in the back of his thunderstruck mind, the thought surfaces: he should see if he can drag this Rogue to talk to the Rogue from his world, because she really needs to know that she can overcome that mutation. Not for his sake, no... for hers.

It takes a beat or two to move past the surprise.]

You can control it.

[glovesoff]

Yeah. [Just a quiet, vibrant joy.] Ah can control it.

[kineticcajun]

Mon dieu.

[Younger!Rogue has to hear about it. Seriously. He knows how much it weighs on her. And while he might have a similar experience in losing control of his powers, his method of "get help from crazy guys named Sinister" is admittedly not a good one.]

Any kinda tips I can pass along?

[glovesoff]

[She looks down, not sure if revealing the secret would be beneficial or not.]

Ah don't think Ah'd believe you if ya did. [And she's not sure what needed to be done could be done without a Charles Xavier involved.]

But if ya do remember, you could tell her... tell her to let go. [Stop trying to block the psyches off in her head.] ...and tell her that it ain't her fault. [Stop letting guilt control you, stop forming a wall against developing your own powers.]

[kineticcajun]

[Small nod. It all makes sense. But she's right, he doubts the younger Rogue will listen to a word he says. Catch-22. But dammit if it isn't worth at least trying.]

Merci. She might not believe it, but I can try.

[glovesoff]

[She tosses back the rest of her glass. This is the strangest of conversations.]

An' what'll ya do if she does listen? What'll ya do if it works?

[kineticcajun]

[It is. It's damn weird. And it's honestly not even something he's considered yet. He's silent for a moment, swirling the remainder of his bourbon in the bottom of the glass absently.]

I'd be surprised if she listened, but... Anythin' else would be up to her in the end.

[Not that he wouldn't flirt even more mercilessly than ever, but he's not about to push it if she really isn't interested.]

[glovesoff]

[Typical answer. But it at least hints at some real emotion from him, so that's a good thing. Rogue's agenda, such as it was, is covered, so she'll just pour herself another drink.]

Maybe I oughta go lookin' for her. Though that could be a bit dicey.

[Universes blowing up and such things.]