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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.]

[Voice]

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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[Dramatic sigh.]

It's always nice ta meet a man modest about his talents.

[She's sure she will. Someday.]

[Grin. Rogue, associating with super-types, the modest guys will be so very rare.]

Can't go inflatin' my head too much more, right?

Much as it might be nice ta see if you'll float away, I clearly wasn't talkin' 'bout you.

Musta been Stark, then. We all know he's Mr. Modest.

[Rock. In his path. He found it and is avoiding it accordingly. It is a good day.]

[Attaboy, Swamp Rat!]

Shockin'ly, I do know more than two guys in this town. I coulda been talkin' 'bout someone else entirely.

[This is perfectly feigned surprise.]

There's people here more modest than Stark?

[Pff.]

I'm fairly sure the case could be made that whole universes are composed of such individuals.

[But there is a wry affection to her tone.]

[It's a small wonder she can put up with them so well. Between Tony and himself, Gambit is amazed she hasn't hauled off on one of them yet.]

Prob'ly. Wouldn't surprise me too much.

[What is with the increasing amount of rocks. His banter is starting to trail off a bit as he tries to focus a little more on the path.]

[She walks along silently, watching closely as he starts feeling his way through rougher terrain.]

[Yeah, this is the moment of truth and he knows it. But stubborn as he is, he's doing his best to convince her that he doesn't need to go see a doctor, so he's really being careful to keep steady footing as he navigates through the rocky path.

Thank whoever Up There who's keeping an eye on him that his usual good sense of balance hasn't been tampered with.

All told, he's doing fairly well... although he's starting to list off to the right a bit.]

[The right is where the river lays, and Rogue just watches, still two steps behind, to see what he'll do. She's fairly certain that he'll be able to haul himself out even if he falls in - or she'll haul him out if he can't. It's more important to see if he can figure this out.]

How ya holdin' up there?

[He can definitely hear that river getting closer. Once he gets to a smoother place to even out his path, he starts picking his way left again.]

T'ink I got it. Unless I'm headin' straight for a bear's den.

'least outrunnin' you would be a cinch like this.

[Came the helpful voice from behind him. He seemed to be handling this all right - didn't seem to be high on anything. Maybe he really was all right? Besides the whole... blindness issue.]

[Nope, not high on anything, not hurt in any way aside from minor scrapes and a severely bruised ego. Blindness aside, of course. Satisfied with having found a smoother path that seems to be in a straight line away from the river, he gives a lopsided grin.]

Sacrificin' me for bear chow, chere? Or jus' gettin' outta the blast radius?

[Her tone is full of wry humor:] Let's just hope we don't hafta find out.

[...]

Speakin' of the charge - you still got that?

Still got that much. Seems t'be workin' the same as ever.

[Although he can't see the glow, he can feel the energy flowing, so that's something. The resulting boom is another good hint.]

Guess I oughta be grateful they didn't take that too.

An' nothin' lights up behind your eyes when ya use it?

Non. Not a t'ing.

[That's the part that's really weirding him out.]

...you're handlin' it all right.

[Which is better than saying 'it will be all right' or 'maybe it means it's not physical.']

[It's better than freaking out, at least. Which is sorely tempting right about now. But holding it together with an audience around is priority.]

Jus' hopin' my luck'll hold out an' this'll jus' be temporary. If not, I t'ink I got some Malnosso hides to tan.

It's usually not more'n a week.

[Usually.]

[Yeah, he picked up on that 'usually'.]

Meanin' sometimes it's more'n a week?

Aw - who the heck knows, Remy? Can't find no rhyme or reason in what they do.

[While what she says is absolutely true, Gambit is busy getting caught up on details that probably aren't terribly important at the moment.]

That's the second time you've called me by my real name today. I mus' be in real trouble.

[Remy LeBeau: Easily distracted.]

[...aww, shit.

He wasn't the only one in trouble.

Crap.]

You're the one wanderin' 'round blind - you tell me.

[Totally effective evasion.]

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