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7th Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

[Just as the afternoon is winding down today, Gambit is waking up. In the middle of the woods. With the damned journal right next to him. Only as far as he can tell, it's the middle of the night, which is weird, because he can't hear any crickets or anything. But it's pitch dark out, in any case.

Which is also weird, because he should be able to see just fine in the dark, but that's another matter entirely.

He spends a while feeling around in the dark, trying to figure out a sense of direction (moss grows on the north side of trees, right?) before he ultimately figures, screw it, the enclosure is only so big, walking far enough in one direction will eventually lead him somewhere. The sooner he can find his way back to his apartment, the better. Everything hurts, up to and including his pride, but being stuck with nothing but a bunch of lunatic scientists for a couple weeks did little for his comfort levels in this place.

A couple hours and several bumps into trees later, he admits defeat. Whatever direction he's walking in (south...?), he's not getting anywhere except into more tree trunks. He's lost. And the fact that he can't see a damned thing is creeping up into a growing sense of panic. But now isn't the time to freak out. He can ride through this. He's been through worse.

But just this once, he's going to have to eat his big LeBeau Sense of Pride. Out comes the journal.]

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Alright, alright. Y'all didn't move the village in the las' couple weeks, did you? Don't seem like it's where I left it.

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[A bell would still go silent on him. He'd find a way. Fact.]

Ran into you wit' what?

At first? His face.

[A pained grunt, and she's pulled on her shoes, making her way out the door.]

Then a small knife.

Non. Doc, you ain't t'inkin' of comin' out here. Don't even try it.

[Don't make him start yelling over the journal that you're about to do something stupid. He won't have any shame about it.]

Remy you are lost in the woods and blind. I am not sitting in bed waiting for you to find your way back to the village.

Funny, I was t'inkin' that'd be the best plan. [Yep. Getting snippy. After getting poked at by mad scientists for two weeks, he's a little surprised he isn't snipping more.]

'Sides, you know how many hero-types we got runnin' around this place. Somebody's bound to show up an' point me in the right direction.

...Call someone. Ben, Luke, Red- Lupin, even. Call someone that can bring you back. Promise to do that and I'll stay put.

[Even with Luke's aid the day before- she shouldn't be walking that far. Force Healing couldn't replenish blood lost, saline could only do so much.]

Okay. I will. [Much as he hates the idea. But he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she isn't making herself bleed out somewhere in the woods.]

...But prob'ly ain't gonna be Lupin. That man's jus' as big a fool as I am.

[She lifts her hand from the doorknob at that and makes her way back to her bed. Toes off her shoes, settles back in amongst the pillows with a low rustling. When she speaks next her voice is terribly soft. Exhausted.]

...have them bring you to the battle dome clinic after? I've been worried, Rems.

Non. [Okay, that came out a little more quickly than he intended. And he knows she's probably holed up there too. Company and a reminder that he's alive is all she means.

But he still doesn't want to go into the clinic.]

[LeBeau, since when are you such a chicken.]

...I'll try an' stop in.

[That was unexpected. She almost flinches on her end- yes she knows he has his pride and perhaps she should attempt to worry less but. She can't really help it. Though, apparently, she really should.]

...just. [Her voice isn't falsely pleasant at all. Really. Gambit's just imagining things.] Call me when you are back in the village Gambit.

[That false tone would work better on someone who isn't an empath.]

I will, doc. An' I'll pop in, but I ain't stickin' around for any doctors to poke at me. Jus' visitin' you.

[That sounds way better than "I will punch anyone who tries to take any kind of medical instrument to my head", right.]

[She relaxes a little at that. So it was the clinic, not her, that caused him distress. Entirely understandable, really.]

If any of the doctors here even look like they might be thinking about it? I'll throw something at them.

'preciate it.

[He really does. Because literally going blind into a medical facility? Not high on his list of Things To Do right about now. Somebody watching his back is exactly what he needs.]

Jus' don't go hurtin' yourself to do it.

No one will poke at you Rems. I promise. And when a LeBlanc, promise, etcetera, etcetera- You have heard it enough by now, yes?

[Easier for her to stretch back out on her bed, knowing he'd be found and make his way back safely.]

I won't. You taught me well, remember?

Mais, knife wounds, they don't make t'ings any easier. [And he knows that first-hand. Knife wounds suck.]

But I know how you an' your promises work. I'm holdin' you to it. Haven't let me down yet.

They do. Breathing aches- and treating this was mortifying. If it had been an abdominal cut it would have been worse, true, but. I really do not like being topless in the ER. It doesn't bother me, mind, but it does seem to distract some of the other physicians. [She snorts.] Will turned bright red at first.

Never have, never will. I mean that Rems.

[Alright, just picturing a few nerdy doctor-types going red and walking into things is something of a consolation. He laughs.]

Walkin' 'round the ER topless. I really have missed a lot.

It'll leave a dashing scar, I think. The second I've earned since my arrival. [She chuckles.] Though I must say, earning the first was far more exciting.

You sure it ain't you we need to be keepin' a lookout for more often?

Between you, Lupin, and the Jedi I think I am fairly well set when it comes to eyes on me Rems.

[But you still got stabbed, despite all that. Gambit shakes his head.]

If you say so, doc. I'm not so sure.

Would you rather I have an armed bodyguard every hour of every day?

Non, 'cause those never work. People always give 'em the slip. Every time.

What would be your preferred course of action then?

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