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kineticcajun) wrote2012-03-17 10:16 pm
kineticcajun) wrote2012-03-17 10:16 pm
6th Card Dealt [Accidental Voice/Action -- Forward-dated to tomorrow morning]
[It's around 9 AM and Gambit's journal is hitting the floor, sprawled open, and recording. There's a yell, a string of Cajun French curses, and a chain of nearly a half dozen minor explosions. And then a scuffling noise.]
--ey! You bes' be droppin' th-- merde!
[Heavy thump of a body hitting the floor. Rustling noise. More extremely colorful cursing in Cajun French.]
Drop it! That's--
[More scuffling. And suddenly, the journal is flying through the air. The view window might catch just the slightest glimpse of hideous, orange shag carpeting (in a violet-tinted world thanks to a kinetic charge) just before the feed cuts out with a boom.]
[Later on in the day, Gambit is out on a mission, and he's looking extremely irritated while doing it. Tossed over one shoulder are the remains of his trusty old leather duster, which has had an entire arm torn off and is missing a significant amount of fabric on the left side. What isn't ripped or torn is burned. Held in something of a death grip by what he can only assume counts as the scruff of the creature's neck is a violently orange fuzzball. It's not struggling. It's not even moving. He's just. Carting it around.
In the rain.
And looking furious.
First order of business is trying to find one Adele LeBlanc, because he recognizes this horrible orangeness from her evil sofa. After that, he's hoping to ditch the damn thing somewhere - it doesn't seem to be holding a charge like the sofa did and that is vaguely terrifying - and then it's time to find a new coat.
He liked that coat, man. The fuzzball is going to pay.]
--ey! You bes' be droppin' th-- merde!
[Heavy thump of a body hitting the floor. Rustling noise. More extremely colorful cursing in Cajun French.]
Drop it! That's--
[More scuffling. And suddenly, the journal is flying through the air. The view window might catch just the slightest glimpse of hideous, orange shag carpeting (in a violet-tinted world thanks to a kinetic charge) just before the feed cuts out with a boom.]
[Later on in the day, Gambit is out on a mission, and he's looking extremely irritated while doing it. Tossed over one shoulder are the remains of his trusty old leather duster, which has had an entire arm torn off and is missing a significant amount of fabric on the left side. What isn't ripped or torn is burned. Held in something of a death grip by what he can only assume counts as the scruff of the creature's neck is a violently orange fuzzball. It's not struggling. It's not even moving. He's just. Carting it around.
In the rain.
And looking furious.
First order of business is trying to find one Adele LeBlanc, because he recognizes this horrible orangeness from her evil sofa. After that, he's hoping to ditch the damn thing somewhere - it doesn't seem to be holding a charge like the sofa did and that is vaguely terrifying - and then it's time to find a new coat.
He liked that coat, man. The fuzzball is going to pay.]
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They ain't outta the ordinary for me, but y'got a point. [He will give her that. Honestly.] Had somethin' attackin' my coat this mornin'. S'fine now.
[If by "fine" we mean "seemingly asleep in a corner, still bloated on leather." He really hates that thing.]
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[He's really saying all of this, isn't he. What is life today.]
It's orange an' fuzzy. Aside from that, I got no idea what it really is.
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[He wishes this was a joke. Really. But his tone is just utterly flat.]
An' then that spot ate part'a my coat.
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Really?
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Oui. Really. It's still here if you're lookin' for a pet.
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Didn't know he counted for that.
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It's because he's my friend. I'm allowed to make fun of him.
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[Fact: Gambit has managed to irritate the X-Girls most consistently where Kurt is concerned. And he never even means to.]
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[And, now that he's thinking about it, he actually obeys more of that list than he ever would have expected. Huh.]
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An' I mostly follow the list. I ain't all bad, y'know.
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[It's okay, Kitty. It's smart to be skeptical of him. But he really does listen to Rogue fairly well.]
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[Teasing as he is, he does appreciate that she cared enough to check.]
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[It's the only explanation.]
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