French translations:
Pourquoi? Pourquoi faut-il Gambit train maintenant? Certes, il est temps pour cela plus tard! Gambit pas d'humeur à la formation, Scott! Allez, Crystal, dis-lui! = Why? Why must Gambit train now? Surely there is time for this later! Gambit in no mood to train, Scott! Come on, Crystal, tell him!
Je suis fatigué de tout cela! Pas plus de formation pour Gambit, c'est sûr! Plus jamais ça! = I am tired of this! No more training for Gambit, that is for sure! Never again!
Non = no
Chere = dear
Mon ami = my friend
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"Pourquoi? Pourquoi faut-il Gambit train maintenant? Certes, il est temps pour cela plus tard! Gambit pas d'humeur à la formation, Scott! Allez, Crystal, dis-lui!"
Gambit and Crystal had been in one of Scott's training courses for three hours now, and Gambit was getting sick of dodging lasers and electric wire. Not to mention he'd been shocked/cut multiple times already. He looked to Crystal for back-up, but he was speaking so fast and in French that the only things she understood were Crystal, Gambit, and Scott-all of their names.
Remy only spoke fluent French when he was really mad or really sad, and both of those were rare emotions for the Cajun. He must be pretty mad, 'cause I can't understand a thing he's saying! He's like a turbo-charged machine gun! Crystal thought about it as she dodged a laser and then shocked a camera in the corner of the Danger Room. To her surprise, Remy was hit twice at the same time. As he fell to his knees, he yelled, "COURSE THREE, REMY/CRYSTAL, PAUSE!" Scott ran to Gambit as the whole training course stopped and all the wire and lasers retracted into the Danger Room's walls and floor.
"What are you doing, LeBeau? You haven't received permission to stop a course! Why, I should give you more work next week!" Remy looked up at the furious Scott as Crystal watched the Cajun spring up all of the sudden and grab Scott's shirt. As Gambit threw him into the nearest wall, he spat out in French, "Je suis fatigué de tout cela! Pas plus de formation pour Gambit, c'est sûr! Plus jamais ça!" He sprinted out of the Danger Room, leaving a surprised Crystal and a stunned Scott behind.
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Crystal walked down the hall and took a right. I hope he's okay…She stopped in front of room 203 and knocked lightly. For a minute, she got no answer. Just as she was about to knock again, the door cracked and she saw—in the shadow of the door—one red on black demon's eye looking at her. "Wat?" Gambit spat, obviously not in a good mood. Crystal flinched at the word. She hated hearing him upset or angry. "I-It's me, Krys…" she stuttered as he continued to stare evilly at her. "How Gambit know it Krys…?" He slowed down, losing the sharp edge to his voice. She smiled, relieved. "Because, you pinned me to the ground yesterday and said, to my face: 'Who cares? Muffins-shmuffins, you get one later, non? Besides, Mon ami, you ain't in any position ta go anywhere, now are ya?' that's how you know."
Silence. Then the door closed and she heard the slide and click of the lock on the top of the door. It opened again and there was Gambit, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, his hair auburn hair shining and soaking wet. He smirked. "Well, looks like it is Krys. Wat you want, chere?" Crystal laughed and smiled. "Oh, nuthin', just seein' if you were okay." His smirk turned into a cocky smile. "Well, by all means, why dontcha come in a sec and we talk abou' it, hmm?"
She smiled and nodded, walking past Gambit and into the room. He shut the door behind her, and then dove headfirst onto the bed. "Yes! Nine outta ten! Almos' perfect landin' fo' Remy LeBeau!" Crystal laughed hysterically at Remy's announcement. "Wow…that's great…but really, why'd you flip out in the Danger Room? I mean, sure, Scott's a jerk and all, but, I couldn't catch what you said in French." Remy cocked his head. "Hmm…Gambit ain't real sure wat you mean, Mon ami. Why not clarify a bit, hmm?" She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Gambit, you practically broke Scott in half when you threw him into the wall. Not to mention you stopped the training course!" He looked at her, his eyes boring holes through hers.
Remy sighed and lost his happy-peppy atmosphere. "G-Gambit, jus'…I don' know…Krys, Gambit jus' messed up deese days…His temper gettin' smaller ev'ry day…" Crystal was shocked. How could he say that? "Rem…G-Gambit, your temper's fine, hun, just…don't do that again, 'kay?" He looked up at her like a puppy, obviously not understanding what she meant by that. She laughed and hugged him all of the sudden. "W-Wat? Wat dat for? Gambit didn't do nutin'!" She beamed at him, her emerald eyes shining. "Yes you did, Remy. You were actually curious and happy and laughing and—"
"Wh-Whoa, wait a sec, breathe, mon Cherie, deep breaths. Don't hyperventilate on Gambit, now! He ain't ready ta be, 'happy' yet. Jus'…excited I guess." She looked up at him. "Sure! Whateva ya say, 'Mon ami'!"