Gambit here. I've been looking around the site. Hm. I don't think many people think that I can't say a sentence to a girl without saying "chere", or the like. I'll prove you all wrong. I actually spoke ths dialogue.
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I never wanted to remeber that horrid disease. Yeah, that's right. The Legacy Virus. Just to hear the word "legacy" will cause mutants nowadays to get paranoid.
It all started with a man named Nathaniel Essex. I have a past with him, but that story's for another time. He created it with his clone of my good friend Henry "Hank" Mcoy. Or Beast, as he's known with the X-Men. The clone was called Dark Beast.
The pair worked for years, developing this virus. They finally launched it onto the world. First to catch it and die? Some mutants in Norfolk, Virginia.
Then there was a Brit mutie. Called herself Revanche. Kwannon, I think her real name was. Was killed before the virus really hit home.
And now, everybody, with the exception of Rogue, Logan, Ilyana, and myself, are off on some "Muir Island" place to study the cure.
In case you're wondering, Ilyana is Colossus's sister. Yeah. He finally joined the X-Men.
As we all know, he helped the X-Men when Apocalypse surfaced, totally tricked out. He was in the Egyptian strike force. Once they finished there, he developed a strong bond with our resident Kitty-cat.
I joined after him, of course. Don't like Pyro or Creed all that much. Veeeeery scary people.
Know who else joined? Kurt's girlfriend. Yeah. Amanda Sefton. Imagine that. Her. A mutant.
Guess who else joined? Angel! Yeah. Ya kinda figured he would join eventually. And he did, after the battle with Apocalypse.
All of the X-Men are a little jumpy when you mention the word "Apocalypse". Especially Ororo, Charles, Logan, and Warren. Once the prof used his mental powers to break himself and Storm loose from Apocalypse, big, blue, and crazy took on Wolverine and Angel as replacements. I don't think Warren'll ever be the same.
You see, we can't find a way to fully kill Apoc, but we can put him into hibernation until we do. After we did that, a group called The Marauders attacked the Morlocks. They left no one alive save Callisto and Spyke. That's it. But they just about killed the X-Men, too.
In the battle, a Marauder named Harpoon pinned Angel's wings to the tunnel walls. After, the damage was so severe that his wings had to be amputated. Without them, Angel fell into a slump. Eventually, he tried to commit suicide by taking his "last ride" in a helicopter. He intended the chopper to explode and take him along with it, but before the damage was truly done, Apoc teleported him away.
When he did that, he replaced Angel's wings with metal ones. They were a special bio-metal. Not at all like Colossus and his organic steel, though. But the bacteria in the bio-metal turned Warren into Apoc's slave, and turned the high-flyer's skin a strange blue.
The wings also reacted to his emotions. When angry, the wings spread out over twenty feet and would shoot out poison-tipped barbs. It was really hard for him to control it.
I'm done rambling. So....on with the tail, non?
Rogue and I were sitting around watching t.v. when we saw a newsflash. Apparently, Ma Cherie's principal was gonna run for state governor.
"A waste of votes, if you ask me," Rogue spat.
Of course, like I said before, this is a somewhat formal paper for Charles, so I can't fully spell out our cute and quaint little colloquialisms and accents. You understand, I hope.
"Now, now, my little ice princess. Don't get all angry. I ain't gonna vote for him," I said.
I traced a gloved finger across her cheek. She caught ahold of my hand.
"Don't get too friendly, there, Gambit."
"Why, whatever do you mean, Mon Cherie Amour?" I asked.
"Knock it off, kids."
We both turned around to see the squalid form of the angry Canadian known to most as Logan.
"Why, whatever do you mean, mon ami?"
"Shut up, Gumbo. Rogue, go and get Ilyana. Go play with her or something. She thinks these institute kids don't like her. Go!" Logan ordered.
Rogue nodded and headed upstairs. I figured that I might as well join her.
"Hey, girlie. What's up?" I asked Ilyana.
The girl was obviously smitten with my devilish good looks and charming debonair. Or not...I believe the immortal words of Carly Simon and Janet Jackson apply here. What was it again? Oh yes, "You're so vain". Myself in a nutshell.
"Yeah, what's up, Lilypad?" Rogue asked.
Where that girl got "Lilypad" from "Ilyana" is beyond me. I still like Piotr's name for her: Little Snowflake. I just call her "flaky". Oh well.
Ever since that little tizzy with Apocalypse, Rogue had been getting a little soft. I guess...it was just the first bit of actual battle she ever saw. I really feel sorry for her. But I grew up faster then she. Pardon my language, I went through Hell and back as one of the Thieve's Guild kids.
Anyway, the kid and Rogue seemed to get along fine. Time to mess with them.
"So, Flaky-"
"Ilyana!"
"Right....So, Flaky, where you from?"
Ilyana just sort of gave me a "you've got to be kidding me" look. Rogue slapped me on the back of my head.
"Russia, you dumbshit!"
The hit rang my bell a bit, and sent some stuff in my pockets go deeper. A bit of a sidebar, casually, I just wear a black tee, and some baggy jeans, deep pockets. The Bo staff I always keep in my pocket out of sheer paranoia, slipped a bit further to the side, making a noticeable bulge in the...zipper area.
Rogue stared for a minute, then pointed.
"G-Gambit?"
"Yeah, chere?"
She motioned down, and I saw what she was pointing at.
"Oh! Bo Staff. No prob."
I pulled it out just to show her. They both breathed a sigh of relief.
"So girls...Wanna go out to eat?" I asked them.
They looked at each other, then nodded.
***
I rented out half of a restaraunt for us. "Why?" you ask? Cuz Gambit got it like that. Sorry, that was wrong.
Anyway, we were dining on our lovely food, when two blondes, a man and a girl, walked in through the door and back into my life.....
________
I never wanted to remeber that horrid disease. Yeah, that's right. The Legacy Virus. Just to hear the word "legacy" will cause mutants nowadays to get paranoid.
It all started with a man named Nathaniel Essex. I have a past with him, but that story's for another time. He created it with his clone of my good friend Henry "Hank" Mcoy. Or Beast, as he's known with the X-Men. The clone was called Dark Beast.
The pair worked for years, developing this virus. They finally launched it onto the world. First to catch it and die? Some mutants in Norfolk, Virginia.
Then there was a Brit mutie. Called herself Revanche. Kwannon, I think her real name was. Was killed before the virus really hit home.
And now, everybody, with the exception of Rogue, Logan, Ilyana, and myself, are off on some "Muir Island" place to study the cure.
In case you're wondering, Ilyana is Colossus's sister. Yeah. He finally joined the X-Men.
As we all know, he helped the X-Men when Apocalypse surfaced, totally tricked out. He was in the Egyptian strike force. Once they finished there, he developed a strong bond with our resident Kitty-cat.
I joined after him, of course. Don't like Pyro or Creed all that much. Veeeeery scary people.
Know who else joined? Kurt's girlfriend. Yeah. Amanda Sefton. Imagine that. Her. A mutant.
Guess who else joined? Angel! Yeah. Ya kinda figured he would join eventually. And he did, after the battle with Apocalypse.
All of the X-Men are a little jumpy when you mention the word "Apocalypse". Especially Ororo, Charles, Logan, and Warren. Once the prof used his mental powers to break himself and Storm loose from Apocalypse, big, blue, and crazy took on Wolverine and Angel as replacements. I don't think Warren'll ever be the same.
You see, we can't find a way to fully kill Apoc, but we can put him into hibernation until we do. After we did that, a group called The Marauders attacked the Morlocks. They left no one alive save Callisto and Spyke. That's it. But they just about killed the X-Men, too.
In the battle, a Marauder named Harpoon pinned Angel's wings to the tunnel walls. After, the damage was so severe that his wings had to be amputated. Without them, Angel fell into a slump. Eventually, he tried to commit suicide by taking his "last ride" in a helicopter. He intended the chopper to explode and take him along with it, but before the damage was truly done, Apoc teleported him away.
When he did that, he replaced Angel's wings with metal ones. They were a special bio-metal. Not at all like Colossus and his organic steel, though. But the bacteria in the bio-metal turned Warren into Apoc's slave, and turned the high-flyer's skin a strange blue.
The wings also reacted to his emotions. When angry, the wings spread out over twenty feet and would shoot out poison-tipped barbs. It was really hard for him to control it.
I'm done rambling. So....on with the tail, non?
Rogue and I were sitting around watching t.v. when we saw a newsflash. Apparently, Ma Cherie's principal was gonna run for state governor.
"A waste of votes, if you ask me," Rogue spat.
Of course, like I said before, this is a somewhat formal paper for Charles, so I can't fully spell out our cute and quaint little colloquialisms and accents. You understand, I hope.
"Now, now, my little ice princess. Don't get all angry. I ain't gonna vote for him," I said.
I traced a gloved finger across her cheek. She caught ahold of my hand.
"Don't get too friendly, there, Gambit."
"Why, whatever do you mean, Mon Cherie Amour?" I asked.
"Knock it off, kids."
We both turned around to see the squalid form of the angry Canadian known to most as Logan.
"Why, whatever do you mean, mon ami?"
"Shut up, Gumbo. Rogue, go and get Ilyana. Go play with her or something. She thinks these institute kids don't like her. Go!" Logan ordered.
Rogue nodded and headed upstairs. I figured that I might as well join her.
"Hey, girlie. What's up?" I asked Ilyana.
The girl was obviously smitten with my devilish good looks and charming debonair. Or not...I believe the immortal words of Carly Simon and Janet Jackson apply here. What was it again? Oh yes, "You're so vain". Myself in a nutshell.
"Yeah, what's up, Lilypad?" Rogue asked.
Where that girl got "Lilypad" from "Ilyana" is beyond me. I still like Piotr's name for her: Little Snowflake. I just call her "flaky". Oh well.
Ever since that little tizzy with Apocalypse, Rogue had been getting a little soft. I guess...it was just the first bit of actual battle she ever saw. I really feel sorry for her. But I grew up faster then she. Pardon my language, I went through Hell and back as one of the Thieve's Guild kids.
Anyway, the kid and Rogue seemed to get along fine. Time to mess with them.
"So, Flaky-"
"Ilyana!"
"Right....So, Flaky, where you from?"
Ilyana just sort of gave me a "you've got to be kidding me" look. Rogue slapped me on the back of my head.
"Russia, you dumbshit!"
The hit rang my bell a bit, and sent some stuff in my pockets go deeper. A bit of a sidebar, casually, I just wear a black tee, and some baggy jeans, deep pockets. The Bo staff I always keep in my pocket out of sheer paranoia, slipped a bit further to the side, making a noticeable bulge in the...zipper area.
Rogue stared for a minute, then pointed.
"G-Gambit?"
"Yeah, chere?"
She motioned down, and I saw what she was pointing at.
"Oh! Bo Staff. No prob."
I pulled it out just to show her. They both breathed a sigh of relief.
"So girls...Wanna go out to eat?" I asked them.
They looked at each other, then nodded.
***
I rented out half of a restaraunt for us. "Why?" you ask? Cuz Gambit got it like that. Sorry, that was wrong.
Anyway, we were dining on our lovely food, when two blondes, a man and a girl, walked in through the door and back into my life.....