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Post by Gambit on May 9, 2006 20:14:58 GMT -5
Remy crouched in the shadows with Rouge, waiting until the whistle blew and the train started moving. They were carefully positioned on the opposit side from the station, but the workers had a habit of checking each car for stow aways. "Alrigh' now!" He hissed and dashed for the slowly moving train.
Once they had reached it he charged the lock and wrenched the door open after it exploded. The door slide the rest of the way open with a loud crash, but it was muffled by the whistle clanking wheels of the train. He jumped aboard with expert skill and held out both hand to Rogue. It was a good thing she wore gloves, because his were still back with the motorcycle and the other metal protection he'd had.
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Post by Rogue on May 9, 2006 20:22:26 GMT -5
Rogue allowed Remy to pull her inside the train, glancing around at the few crates that had been placed inside.
"Ah'm startin' ta think ya do this for a livin', Swamp Rat," she remarked as she moved away from the open doorway. "Remind meh again exactly where we're goin' in Argentina."
Rogue took a seat against the side wall of the train and wrapped her arms around her body. She hadn't done something this sneaky since her trip to New Orleans with Remy...it was going to take some getting used to.
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Post by Gambit on May 9, 2006 20:30:20 GMT -5
"Do dis foh a livin' ma chere Remy hahrdly evah does dis." He grunted out as he pulled the door shut. "Yah must be catchin' him at a bad time." Gambit defended himself, though proved her point by pulling a lock out of his pocket and masterfully relocking the door. Typically the Cajun left the dors open, made it easier to jump on and off, but Magneto would know his trademark entrance if he decided to follow them.
Remy walked over and sat on the boxes with a rueful smirk her way. "So yah can fihnd Mystique an' give her a piece'a yoh mihnd." He replied and began emptying his trenchcoat pockets onto the floor.
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Post by Rogue on May 9, 2006 20:35:27 GMT -5
"Ah was thinkin' more along the lines of killin' her, but Ah guess Ah cahn always give her a piece of mah mind too." Rogue rolled her eyes, watching as Remy locked the door and took a seat on a crate.
"What if she ain't there?"
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Post by Gambit on May 9, 2006 20:43:17 GMT -5
"Den we head tah Germany." He said with a glance in Rogue's direction. "An' if she ain't dere we can start by whatever we've picked up in deh otheh places." He decided and pulled off his trench coat now that it was almost empty.
"Whehevah Remy goes, unifohm or no unifohm he fihnds him." Gambit explained. "He found Remy in New Oh'leans jus' as soon as Apocylpse was finished with him, an' den at deh mansion. An' whehevah Remy goes he takes dis coat." He sighed and pulled his wallet out of it before charging it up. "Deh camera, voice recordah, whatevah it is, it's on he'h. G'bye Mags, mah condolences foh yah lost teammate." He said with a wry smile before the coat exploded into millions of pieces.
"Well, now Remy's out of a job." He announced with the same humorous grin back in place.
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Post by Rogue on May 9, 2006 20:54:36 GMT -5
Rogue shook her head with an amused smile on her face. "Ah coulda told ya Mags was a lil' obsessed when it came ta his underlings. You'll have a job as long as Ah need ya, Swamp Rat. Ahn that could be a while considerin' it's Mystique we're huntin' down."
"Ya cahn always start your own business or somethin' if you're that desperate for a job. Ah'd suggest ya come back ta the X-Men with meh, but Ah'm not sure if Ah'll even be goin' back ta 'em...well, that ahn Ah know you're not too fond of 'em ta begin with."
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Post by Gambit on May 10, 2006 7:27:46 GMT -5
"Oh goodie, a job." Remy joked in an overly excited voice, glancing over at her smile.
"Remy's jus' 'bout fed up wit' deh fight for deh greater cause anyway." He admitted and stood up before blowing up the lid he'd just been sitting on. "Hmm, plastic." He mused aloud and glanced over the plastic containers in the box before opening one and putting his things it it.
"Ma cherie, deh X-Men are yoh home. Yah'll be back once dis whole mess is straigtened out, if Remy has tah tie you up an' leave yah on the doorstep." He added the last part with a small smile and picked up his retractable bo staff before looking over at her. "People who care 'bout yah are hard to come by, don' doubt 'em so easily." He suggested and sat down on the floor by the boxes.
"Remind Remy tah kill ol' Magsy when we get back. Dat was Remy's favorite coat, pillow, blanket, shield." He muttered with an annoyed glance at a piece of charred fabric.
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Post by Rogue on May 10, 2006 10:42:58 GMT -5
"It was just a coat," pointed out Rogue in amusement, completely ignoring his comment about the X-Men. She still wasn't used to being cared for, it was a bit overwhelming at times. "Ah'm fairly sure ya cahn pick up another one--a nicer one--ohn the way ta Argentina."
She frowned, glancing over at Remy curiously. "Have ya ever been ta Argentina before? Maybe we shoulda checked the news before we left...Ah don't wanna walk into anti-mutant riots ahn whatnot as soon as we get ta...Cuyo, is it? Riots would get ohn the news ahn locate half the world ta our whereabouts if we get involved."
Rogue's frowned deepened as she tightened her coat around her. "Why would Mystique hide out in Argentina? Ah cahn understand hiding in Germany considerin' that's where she had Kurt...but Argentina? It just don't make much sense."
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Post by Gambit on May 10, 2006 17:16:02 GMT -5
"Dat coat had sentimental value." Remy grumbled under his breath.
"Non, Remy nevah been." He replied with a shake of her head. "Anti-Mutant riots back home be no different. 'Sides we both used tah avoidin' large crowds." He pointed out a
"Dat's Remy's guess." He replied while turning to look at her again. "It doesn' make sense. If it doesn' make sense den no ones gonna look foh yah there. Magneto's hell bent on keepin' deh people on his team, on his team. So if yah wanna take off yah really gotta make sure yoh not bein' deh least bit obvious oh leavin' any trail..." He said with a motion to the locked door.
"Magneto may know we're goin' tah Argentina, but he ain't gettin' us on deh way. Remy's not leavin' a trail."
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Post by Rogue on May 10, 2006 20:36:52 GMT -5
"Sentimental value? Right, ahn rather than search for Mag's lil' bug device ya decided ta blow up the coat instead. 'Cause that's definetly what Ah would do if mah coat held 'sentimental value' ta meh." Rogue rolled her eyes. Sometimes the Cajun could be off the wall, and it amused her to no end.
She nodded along however when he mentioned hiding out in a place that made no sense to be in the first place. That sounded just like something Mystique would do if she were hiding from Magneto again. Of course, Rogue wasn't quite sure why Mystique was hiding from Magneto...that didn't make sense either unless the master of metal was still pissed at her.
"No trail?" repeated Rogue, glancing up at Remy's next words. "No trail...ya actually think someone like Bucket Head might actually try ahn follow us? Ya have bad choice in bosses, Swamp Rat."
Lapsing back into silence Rogue began to chew on her bottom lip nervously. If someone like Magneto could find them, what was to stop the X-Men? Ray had seemed to know where she was going...as well as Kurt. Rogue hadn't made it much of a secret that she was leaving...but would they actually follow her before she found Mystique. Rogue had been hoping that everyone would think she was just taking some much needed alone time.
"So when we get ta Cuyo, where are we gonna stop by first?"
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Post by Gambit on May 11, 2006 19:07:33 GMT -5
"Remy has searched deh coat! It jus' got boring." The Cajun retorted and smiled over at her. He wasn't an extremely patient person, not if he didn't have to be.
Remy merely nodded. He had discovered tonight that he did not have quite as much freedom as he'd suspected. Sneaking around Magneto just to help a friend out, it pissed him off.
The Cajun mutant stared up at the cieling in the silence, trying hard to focus on it, but his eyes wandered of to Rogue. She was nibbling on her lip, a nervous habit he guess, and he had to admit was cute. Coming on to strong with Rogue would probably result in her tossing him out the moving train, she knew where she was going and so she didn't exactly need him anymore. So he decided against telling her just how cute he found it.
Remy cursed under his breath at the question, quickly turning his head and hoping she hadn't caught him staring. "Tah be completely honest, Remy's not entirely sure. Mystique could be anywhere, literally. She could also be anyone, an' dat makes lookin' foh her kinda difficult." He explained casually, hoping Rogue had some way she planned on finding her.
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Post by Rogue on May 11, 2006 19:17:18 GMT -5
"Hmm." Rogue frowned again. It would definitely be hard hunting Mystique down.
"She might find us first," murmured Rogue after another minute of thoughtful silence. "Ah mean as long as Ah don't try ta disguise mahself she might just appear outta nowhere. She's either gonna want ta talk with meh or kill meh for pushin' her off the cliff--either way we'll just hafta be careful."
She glanced over at Remy and made a face. "'Course, we might need ta disgusie ya...Ah'm not sure Mystique's gonna show her face if she sees ya 'round. She might think you're lookin' for her ohn behalf of Magneto, ahn then she'll probably take off runnin'. So we'll hafta find ya somethin' else ta wear. If there's a festival goin' ohn in Cuyo we cahn always dress ya up like a clown. Latin American's always seem ta dress up funny when there's a festival goin' ohn."
Rogue chuckled to herself at the thought of seeing Remy disguised as a clown or some other festive person. It would be entertaining more than anything else.
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Post by Gambit on May 11, 2006 19:45:51 GMT -5
"Remy t'inks yah might wanna talk to 'er. Killin' someone ain't no easy task ma cherie, an' its somet'ing yah nevah fohget." Remy cautioned her and began to shuffle a deck of cards out of habit.
"Disguise, oui ma cherie, clown? non." He replied flatly and looked over at her laughing. "Ma chere, Remy t'ink's it jus' a little cruel you found so much humah in his humiliation." The Cajun pointed out with a mock frown, that was dangerously close to a smirk.
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Post by Rogue on May 11, 2006 19:51:10 GMT -5
"Well Ah've got ta entertain mahself somehow, Swamp Rat. Ya cahn't expect meh ta play nice with ya after all the trouble ya've caused meh back at the mansion," grumbled Rogue, shooting the Cajun a dark look.
"'Ahn would it kill ya ta stop shufflin' those cards of yours. Ya make a girl nervous doin' that. What if ya accidently blow up the train car with us in it?" Rogue eyed the deck of cards suspiciously. She wasn't used to being in control of her own powers, so it always unnerved her when others were around. What made them so sure they could control their powers too?
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Post by Gambit on May 12, 2006 0:54:51 GMT -5
"Ma cherie, Remy can assure you he is very good wit' his hands." The Cajun replied, his red eyes flashed and a smirk played on his lips in return to the dark look she gave him.
"Foh you, Remy'll stop shuffling his cards, but yoh gonna wish yah hadn't asked him too." He said slyly and stood up. Once most of the cards were back in their case Remy made his way over to Rogue's spot on the floor. "Ma cherie. Watch." He said simply, and crouched down infront of her.
"See dis?" He asked and held up the jack of spades, charging it so the faint light illuminated both their faces. "There's a sort o' shield around it s'long as it's in contact wit' Remy's skin. Deh kinetic energy's dere, sho, but Remy's sealing it in." He explained and the card slowly dimmed out until all the energy was gone. "Yah see dat little trick? Remy can even call it off, if he gets dere in time." The Cajun had only once before charged an object he intended to blown up, and changed his mind after letting go. Unfortunatly for both parties it had been too late.
"Now, watch dis." He challenged, and reached over to her face. He wasn't entirely sure it would work, but everything had to have at trial run. "There's a sort o' shield around it, sealing it in." The Cajun quoted himself quietly. As the tips of his fingers came in contact with her cheek his ungloved hand began to glow. Remy stared at his hand, slightly surprised it was working, and his eyes darted to Rogue's. The paper thin shield of energy surrounding his hand wasn't entirely fool proof however, for after mere moments of skin contact he could feel the usual rapid energy absorbtion starting to kick in, and he began to feel slightly lightheaded.
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