Remy LeBeau (Gambit) (
kineticcajun) wrote2012-05-06 12:18 am
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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.
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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I thought everyone knew swamp rats weren't mountain climbers.
[Joking. It is what we do in situations such as this.]
[Action]
You are in such trouble if ya think this is a mountain.
[With that undercurrent of doubting his reputation and 'rough terrain' again.
As she guides him unerringly towards the bridge with light pressure of gloved fingers.]
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You tryin' to tell me it ain't?
[Why yes, that is laughter lurking in his tone.]
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[Now at the bridge, she drops her hand from his back and goes to step away.]
Good thing I was just considerin' considering.
[Action]
[Not giving up that easily. As she drops her hand, he slides his over to sling his arm across the back of her shoulders. He's not holding on all that much - she can still slip away if she wants - but he's testing his luck all the same.
C'mon, you're not gonna leave him to try and find his way without any support from here, are you?]
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Fair play?
[She moved to slip out from underneath his hand. Her voice is light, however, more bantering than disdainful.]
That's rich comin' from you.
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Jus' 'cause I don't always play fair don't mean I can't spot when others ain't either.
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[In other words, this is good for you, and she needs to see if you can take it.]
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You gonna be timin' for a while, chere. I'm not trippin'.
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[And apparently she will, because she hasn't ditched you yet.]
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An' if I do trip, you won't be considerin' considerin' anymore, will you?
[Remy LeBeau: Making a challenge of walking over a bridge.]
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I'm already passed considerin' considerin', remember? That ship has sailed.
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Might come back someday, though, non?
[Ever the optimist, here.]
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Never took you for the patient type.
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I can be patient when I gotta be.
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[He cannot be discouraged.]
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Ah, but slim-to-none chances are my specialty, chere.
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...you're that set on it?
[...that. was not what she wanted to say.]
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'Course I am.
[Enough that he'll wait if he has to, which is saying something.]
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But she bites her lip. Her tone noticeably cools:]
That bored, huh?
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Bored's got nothin' to do wit' it, Rogue.
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