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Post by Gambit on Jun 8, 2006 12:29:09 GMT -5
"Now ma cherie, dis is jus' ouh firs' stop. If dis doesn' work we jus' gotta hope dose Nazi's don't raise from the dead." Gambit said as he hopped into the hummer. "No one ever said findin' deh worlds mos' infamous shape shiftah was gonna be easy." He pointed out and frowned.
The Cajun started up the hummer and drove toward the security locked garage door. "Do yah see a... ah, dere it is." He mumbled half to Rogue and half to himself before picking up a remote and opening the door.
Once they were a ways away from the garage he let out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "How do we know she wasn' one of dose soldiers?" Gambit asked in a tone that hinted he was dancing around the main subject.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 8, 2006 12:45:57 GMT -5
Rogue rolled her eyes at the comment. "Well, for one thing Ah don't see why Mystique would be hangin' 'round this place. It don't look it holds any top secret information--just fat ahn lazy soldiers; ahn for another, Ah'd like ta believe that Mystique is angry enough at meh for pushin' her off a cliff that she'd show herself ahn try ta kill meh...but maybe Ah'm the only one who'd try ta do somethin' like that."
Rogue shrugged as she reached over to the glove compartment and opened it up. She grinned and pulled out a brand new bag of beef jerky. "Maybe bein' fat ahn lazy had its good times," she murmured as she opened up the bag and pulled put a piece of jerky. "Ah wonder what else they've got in this thing."
Depositing the jerky in her seat, Rogue unbuckled and crawled into the backseat, searching for more hidden food.
"So, Swamp Rat, if Mystique ain't in Cuyo, where do we go next?" she called out from the backseat.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 8, 2006 14:39:09 GMT -5
"I t'ink we discussed Germany." Remy replied with a smile, watching her in the rearview mirror. Rogue and him had pretty much the same relationship as when they'd left the US, and he had a feeling it was always going to be this way. They practically competed for getting under eachothers skin, and the dirty looks she threw him sometimes only made him laugh... sometimes out loud. While some people would have been upset about such an attitude, Remy loved it. He took 'Swamp Rat' as if it were a fond pet name, and when she rolled her eyes she might as well have batted her eyes at him and got the same reaction.
"Yah know, Rogue, she migh' be back in deh states... but I can't t'ink of any reason she'd be hidin' out dere..." He muttered the last part to himself. Mystique could be anywhere and anyone, but Rogue was probably right about being able to draw her out. Whether her foster mother would want to talk to her or kill her was beyond him, but she wasn't going to suceed in the second one while he was around.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 9, 2006 12:52:06 GMT -5
Rogue nodded absently at the mention of Germany. "That would make sense seein' as how that's where Kurt was born. Ah bet they have good food there too." The last part was grumbled as Rogue pulled open an ice chest she had found, only to find juice boxes and water bottles.
"If she were in the United States she woulda taken charge of the Brotherhood again by now. She ain't one ta sit back ahn watch from the sidelines when she cahn actually be doin' somethin'. Ah don't think she's in the states--not unless she's turned over a new leaf again. With mah luck she's casin' the mansion tryin' ta figure out how ta get inside ahn get back at meh...but Ah doubt it. She ain't that dumb."
Rogue picked up a blanket, searching beneath it. She grinned as she found a package of chocolate chip cookies. Clutching the package to her chest, Rogue crawled back into the front seat. "Want a cookie, Remy? Oh, ahn we've got some juice too. Those soldiers have bad eatin' habits, but it's ten times better than those lunchable pizzas."
Rogue opened the package, offering Remy a cookie.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 10, 2006 0:32:06 GMT -5
Remy listened to her talking, and strained to hear the mumbles. Why did she think Mystique was so bent on killing her? He didn't know the blue shifter personally, but he'd heard she'd actually tried to patch things up with Kurt. The Acolytes had been second in line on a mission to stop her if the Brotherhood chumps failed, but why had Magneto been bent on stopping her? By the way Rogue was talking it wasn't likely that Mystique was the 'patch things up and start over' type of girl, other than the 'turned over a new leaf again' comment.
"How do yah know Mystique isn't look foh yah to talk things out. I mean I don't doubt yah dreams Rogue, but jus' 'cause someone ain't happy wit yoh doesn' mean dey want yah dead." The red eyed Cajun suggested with a shrug before he noticed she was coming back up front, perhaps she was now going to kill him for suggesting such a thing... or perhaps she had been ignoring him.
"In Remy's defense it was deh only t'ing close tah real food, an' he did get yoh chocolate bars." The Cajun pointed out in reply to another of her lunchables jabs, before turning to smile at the cookie offer. "Is dat foh bein' such a gooood boy?" He questioned with a sly smirk.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 13, 2006 12:34:09 GMT -5
"Talk things out? Mystique? What would she say? Ah'm sorry for usin' ya over ahn over again, it won't happen again?" Rogue shook her head. "Ah don't know, Swamp Rat. The only common interest Mystique ahn Ah have is Kurt."
Rogue paused thoughtfully. Maybe Mystique really wanted to talk...to explain why everything she did in Rogue's best interests ended up hurting Rogue more than anything else. But Rogue wasn't sure how she would react if that was the case. She had grown to hate Mystique for using her like she was just another pawn in her hands. It had hurt.
"What would Ah say ta her? Ah hate her...ahn then Ah hate mahself for bein' just like her...ahn it makes meh wonder what life woulda been like had she not abandoned meh with Irene, ya know? Kids shouldn't be this confused 'bout their parents. It ain't right."
With a frown Rogue took a bite out of the cookie she had offered Remy. "Ya ain't gettin' a cookie for bein' good, Ah just hate ta see someone starve," she muttered darkly. She hadn't quite forgiven Remy for his act back at the military prison.
"Remy, what would ya say ta Mystique if ya were in mah shoes? Part of meh wants ta punch her, part of meh wants ta hug her, ahn then part of meh just wants ta turn 'round ahn walk away, leavin' her with more questions then answers."
Rogue wasn't sure what she was going to do when she found Mystique...if she found Mystique. The 'if' being key to everything.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 13, 2006 20:06:20 GMT -5
Remy shook his head and shrugged. "Remy's not really hungry." He replied when she ate his cookie. These little remarks seemed to be getting him less and less smiles as they continued... Maybe she was simply tired. "Ma chere why don't you take a nap?" He suggested, but regretted it almost immediatly. She might suspect he was going to try and pull some Acolyte mission while she was sleeping.
"Firs' Remy ran away." The Cajun replied, recalling his first flee from New Orleans. "Remy hadn' been home foh about four years befoh you came with him tah save his father." He admitted and scowled at the memory of the first couple words out of his fathers mouth. "And Remy can't exactly play innocent in the using Rogue department." He reminded her with a slight grin. He'd apologized for it, and he wondered if Mystique had ever done so...
"When Remy got dere he realized t'ings wit his father were exactly the same as when he left. He still wanted to use Remy foh 'is powahs; an' once you all left Remy let Jean-Luc know exactly why he'd taken off. When the excuses and desperate needs tah use Gambit's power started flowing like they always had, and Remy left again." The red-eyed mutant explained in a calm tone. What had gone on at New Orleans didn't bug him. When Remy had been sixteen however it had drivin him to taking off, but now he was twenty and able to cope with it.
"He used me, Rogue. Over, and over, and over. He was usin' me even after I took off, because as soon as I found out he needed me I was on a train home. I finally stopped lettin' him. He knows I'm not coming back, and now I know things are nevah gonna change. I'm okay with that." The Cajun replied with a small smile. "But if yoh havin' nightmares about Mystique, den either your powers are givin' you a warning or you aren't okay with things. Either way your stuff isn't over and you need to deal with it. Several times Remy thought about blowin' Jean-Luc sky high, but that wasn't gonna help either of us. Whatever you end up doin' to Mystique is your decision to make."
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Post by Rogue on Jun 14, 2006 13:55:30 GMT -5
Rogue grimaced. "Ah don't know what Ah'm gonna do when Ah find Mystique. Maybe Ah'll just give her a good punch in the nose. She deserves worse than that, but Ah cahn't have Kurt hatin' meh for the rest of mah life. It's bad enough that Ah didn't let him come ohn this...trip."
She finished the cookie and reached into the bag for another one. "Ya know, Remy, Ah'm startin' ta think you ahn Ah have too much in common when it comes ta family."
She continued to munch away on her cookie, her mind awhirl with thoughts. "So...are we there yet? Ah've come ta the decision that Ah ain't very fond of Argentina." Rogue glanced out the side mirror with a small frown. "'Course, it could be 'cause those soldiers are followin' us again. Ah don't think they liked your act back at the prison."
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Post by Gambit on Jun 14, 2006 14:30:55 GMT -5
"Mmm, tough crowd." Remy agreed before wrenching the steering wheel in another direction and flooring the gas pedal. "Ma chere, try not tah choke on yoh food. Death by cookie is not very believable and I have a feeling Wolverine'll jump at the chance to kill Remy." The Cajun said and absently rubbed his shoulder, Logan could be very violent when he wanted to and he'd nearly broke Remy's shoulder on a tree.
"Remy really doesn' like soldiers. They always lookin' to gun something down." He grumbled, and as if on cue bullets started flying.
((So do we want to play out a car chase or switch to a new thread in Cuyo? Either way works for me.))
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Post by Rogue on Jun 15, 2006 11:25:09 GMT -5
Rogue shot a glare at Remy as he pressed the gas pedal for more speed. If she choked it would be all his fault. Rather than risk potential death, Rogue finished her cookie and put the bag back in the back seat. She winced at the sound of bullets hitting the hummer. Of all the things to go wrong today, this just had to happen.
Glancing in the side mirror one last time, Rogue quickly sized up how many jeeps were following them. Without a word Rogue tore off a glove and reached over to Remy's face. Her powers kicked in instantly, and she pulled away before Remy could pass out. She still needed him to drive, even if he was temporarily weakened. Sticking a hand into his pocket she grabbed his deck of cards. Rogue rolled down her window and quickly charged up the cards, tossing them one at a time onto the road.
As the cards exloded, tossing some of the jeeps into the air, Rogue finally rolled her window back up. "Ah think that took care of 'em for a while, don't ya agree, Swamp Rat?"
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Post by Gambit on Jun 17, 2006 22:01:37 GMT -5
Remy felt slightly dazed and decided to focus simply on the road. Luckily this time he had no ulterior motive to helping her out, other than perhaps getting closer to her. So there was an alterior motive, but not a personal motive like the New Orleans trip... not too personal... he was guilty as charged.
"Bravo cherie." The Cajun agreed with a nod and a smirk. "Nice arm." He added as an afterthought and took a quick glance out the back window. The jeeps were off the road in several directions and only a few foolish soldiers had started after them on foot.
"Remy t'inks dat's deh best plan you've had deh whole trip... maybe not better den gettin' deh chocolate..." He trailed off and smiled over at her. "Though it does top selling Remy off to fight wild cats."
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Post by Rogue on Jun 19, 2006 10:45:24 GMT -5
"Alright, so maybe some of mah ideas haven't been all that good," conceded Rogue with a roll of her eyes. "It's a lil' hard ta come up with stuff at the drop of a hat. Ah'm not a thief, remember? That would be you."
She smiled at the mention of selling Remy to the soldiers to fight wild cats. That story had been fun to come up with, especially with Remy playing dumb. She wouldn't tell him, but Rogue felt they made a pretty decent team.
"Ahn you're right, Swamp Rat, nothin' beats gettin' chocolate." Rogue glanced back in the side mirror and grinned in relief. It seemed the soldiers on foot were giving up. Several of them had plopped themselves onto the ground and seemed to be motioning for their companions to keep going. They probably couldn't make up their minds who would chase after the mutants.
"So this Cuyo place," started Rogue glancing back over at the Cajun, "what's so great 'bout it? Are they known for their food? Music? Accomodations? Or is it big enough ta get lost in?" If that was the case Rogue figured they would spend several days in Cuyo looking around for any signs of Mystique.
As long as she and Remy didn't have to engage in any more bar fights like the one in New Orleans, Rogue honestly didn't care how long they stayed in Cuyo. It was nice to have a real vacation for once...even if it was with Remy of all people.
"Have Ah thanked ya for takin' meh ohn this trip, Swamp Rat? 'Cause Ah am thankful. It's real nice of ya ta just drop everythin' ya were doin' ta help meh out."
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Post by Gambit on Jun 19, 2006 13:55:50 GMT -5
"Oui, Remy be deh wonderous trained t'ief ah New Orleans." He replied with an arrogant grin. Boasting was one of his more favorite past times, and in Remy's opinion he had so much to boast about.
"Cuyo... Remy can remember somet'in 'bout de Andes Mountains. Lotsa nice wineries, national parks, and dis weird prehistoric rock formation." The Cajun replied with a slightly distant look on his face. He'd been to Argentina very briefly and on a mission, and both factors made it almost impossible for sight seeing. Brief glances of places here or there and scans of tourists paphlets were all he'd had time for.
"What is dis?" He asked with a shocked expression. "Rogue jus' said thank yah teh Remy!? Oh boy, chere we bettah turn around dis is a sure sign of deh next Apocylpse." The Cajun teased and smiled over at her. "Yoh welcome, my chéri."
Remy glanced back at the 'road' as he gradually made it up in his head. He had a pretty good feel for direction, but it was very easy to get lost in the middle of a country you'd never been in. "Aw, Remy guesses we'll hit a road in foh houah's tops... so nice of dose men tah bring us all dis way."
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Post by Rogue on Jun 24, 2006 1:30:15 GMT -5
"Oh Ah'm sure they feel the same way 'bout that too, sugah." Rogue rolled her eyes at the thought. She highly doubted that the soldiers were thrilled to have aided her and Remy's trip abroad. If anything they were cursing the day they had ever laid eyes on the two mutants.
"National Parks ahn wineries, huh? Ah could see Mystique hittin' up a winery or two considerin' she had ta baby-sit the boys in the Brotherhood. Ah cahn't see her hangin' 'round a National Park or somethin' like that...not unless there's somethin' 'bout it that'll help the mutant cause or whatever she's motivated 'bout."
Rogue wasn't completely sure how Mystique's mind worked. The shape shifter seemed to work for herself and did things that made sense to no one but her.
As she mulled this over Rogue finally realized what Remy had said about finding a road. "Whaddya mean we'll find a road in four hours tops? Cajun, Ah was under the impression that ya knew what ya were doin'! Four hours..." Rogue shook her head and slumped in her seat as she eyed the vast land in front of her. She wasn't going to push the matter further...there was no use getting angry yet again at the Cajun considering how much longer she would be traveling with him.
"So, four hours huh? Ah guess we should get ta know each other some more, Swamp Rat." It was something to pass the time at least, and getting to know her traveling companion was probably a good idea so she would be able to explain exactly why she had taken off with Remy after she returned to the mansion. "Didja ever go ta school? Ya know, attend dances or football games ahn the like?"
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Post by Gambit on Jun 24, 2006 12:34:10 GMT -5
"Well if Remy remembers correctly... wait, Remy doesn' remember anyt'ing 'cause yoh were deh only concious one on deh way teh soldier hell." He said in a tone that hinted more amusement than irritation. He couldn't really get mad at Rogue. Remy rarely got angry at anyone, as it was so much easier for him to get under their skin and piss them off before loosing his own cool. On top of everything Rogue had been through, one being none other than the Cajun himself kidnapping her, she had agreed to let him help. He figured Rogue agreeing to be alone with anyone was a big step, and the fact that he was an Acolyte who had made several attacks on her only made him appreciate the trust more so.
Remy nodded in response to the idea, it sounded fun and since he didn't know all that much about Rogue's past it could turn of quite nicely. Though Magneto had at least a little information on all the individual X-Men and he might have known more about her than she was aware...
"Dances, oui. A couple'a football games, but mos'ly basketbahl. Remy didn' attend school dat much dough. Dat sorta stuff doesn' really hold high standahd's wit t'ieves." He explained an couldn't help but laugh a little. "Remy use tah get in trouble foh goin' tah school." The Cajun said with a crooked sort of smile.
"Aftah swipin' somet'ing small Remy used tah... get lost, an' deh next t'ing he knew he was lookin' at an upcoming events flier in one'a deh local highschools. Back in New Orleans deh excuse of a birth defect was usually taken as sensable and people left Remy's eyes at dat. Highschool dances and sports games weren't exactly looked at as a big accomplishment with Jean-luc... not dat Remy ever let dat stop 'im." He said with the smile in place the whole time. No one had ever been happy to see their daughter coming up the driveway with the town's infamous Cajun. Not that anyone had proved anything past the occasional slip up where his eyes had been spotted; but it still meant walking girls halfway to their door, catching a kiss and bolting before daddy came out.
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