kineticcajun | 7th Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

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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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...You gotta point. Anythin' an' anyone in this place has fallen on hard luck, that's for damn sure.

[Another tree root successfully avoided! He's kind of getting the hang of this.]

[...somehow that's a lot less satisfying than she thought it would be.]

[As he picks his way around another tree root:]

That don't mean I'm takin' back what I said, though.

Assumin' you can even remember what that was.

[Because she is so pretending she doesn't.]

We both know your head is full of holes.

So mon frère used to tell me.

[He grins despite himself.]

'preciate you helpin' me an' my holey head, in any case.

Can't let a swamp rat drown in the river. That'd just be sad.

[Oh good. The subject has been dropped.]

[He knows she didn't mean it in this sense, but he's playing this card anyway. Because.]

An' I'd hate to do anythin' to make you sad, chere.

[She gives a dismissive snort.]

Right. So ya got me the knock-out gas that wouldn't put a tear in my eye.

[It's an old retort, but it's the first thing that comes to mind.

Probably because of the distinctly unfair flutter that accompanied those words.]

[He may not have flinched over doing it at the time, but the reminder of the knock-out gas makes him shake his head now. Sure, there probably wasn't any other way to get her to come along with him. But then again, maybe it's for the best that he'll never live it down.]

Not somethin' I'm ever gonna repeat.

[...surprisingly effective. Huh.]

Glad ta hear it. I'd hate ta think of you bein' that desperate for a date.

Are you implyin' you might actually t'ink about it if I asked you on one?

[Because clearly that's where you were going with that, right.]

[Snort.]

I'm thinkin' ya might need ta brush up on your definition of a 'date,' Cajun.

[Here's a hint: It usually involves touching people.]

Do I? 'Cause I'm t'inkin'... candlelight dinner, jus' the two of us.

[Rogue, you forget there's more to it than just touching.

Also that is a rock in his path and he just narrowly avoided it.]

[Damn her heart for speeding up, damn him for laying it out and asking her, and damn the Malnosso for making it so she can't just walk away.

She hopes her tone holds no hint of her fluster, but she's a sap for stupid, simple romantic things like that, and it disconcerts her that he'd guess.]

You sure they didn't mess with your head?

[He can hear that fluster to some extent, but he's not going to call her out on it. At least not at this point.]

Very sure. Everythin's in the right place far as I can tell.

'course you would say that.

[What, it's not paranoid if they're really out to get you.

And only a crazy person would want to 'date' her.]

[Ah, but he is a crazy person. At least so everyone is always assuring him.]

'Course I would. I'd be crazier not to.

[Well, fortunately, they're coming up to the end of the river now.]

An' wouldn't that be a sight ta see. We're comin' up the bridge. Start headin' left an' up.

[Diversion: Success?]

[Alas, end of the river. He nods at the warning and starts left and up as instructed.]

Well, you already know 'bout me an' sight-seein' right about now.

[Incline. This is more difficult than it should be. Focusing a little more closely on not tripping over his own feet going up.]

s'fine. I can enjoy the show for the both of us.

[She hangs back, watching him.

Pauses.]

Ya want a hand?

S'okay. I got this.

[Stubborn Cajun, right here. He can totally do this. It's just a slight incline and this should not be so hard. But he's got it. Everything is fine.

And slow-moving.]

[Fine. She'll wait a moment to see how he's getting on.

...yeah, she doesn't like the look of it.

He is going to trip and break his fool neck.]

Scardy-cat.

[Hey. Hey, that's not cool.]

Ain't scared of anythin'. I jus' know I can handle this.

[Yeah, he is never going to ask for the help he probably needs.]

[Yeah, but she's so got this.]

Sure, you can talk a big game. But when it comes right down to it, you're too scared ta take my hand.

[She lets that linger in the air a moment.]

Some 'date.'

[Ha.]

Edited 2012-05-19 00:40 (UTC)

[Now there's some motivation.]

An' when did you decide this was a date?

[But he's hanging back now, waiting for her. Looking a little amused. Holding one hand out for her to take if she's really serious about this.]

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