All members report to the danger room' Professor Xavier sent a mental
message to the entire team.
Remy looked startled, turning swiftly at every angle," Who said dat?" he pulled out a card out of his brown trench coat and scanned the room.
Rogue laughed silently, but then replaced it with a condescending snicker," Come down Cajun; it's jus' tha' professa'. Memba' he's a telepath,"
Remy gave a sheepish 'I-knew-that' smile and put his card back in his pocket," Guess dis Cajun have a lot to learn, non?"
Rogue muffled a smile," Yeah, I guess so. Now come on we're late," Rogue said beginning to run. She knew from experience, not to mention countless lectures, on being punctual for these impromptu meetings.
Remy breathed heavily, trying to catch up. He was fast, just not as fast as Rogue," I guess dis is goin' to become a pattern huh chere?"
" Wha?" she asked, her breath accelerating.
" You runnin' away, an me followin' you," he grinned wildly, thankful that Rogue didn't see him. He was sure that Rogue would've slapped that grin right off his smug face.
Rogue and Remy entered the room, flushed and out of breath from the run. The rest of the team gawked at them, each having a different conception.
" Where the hell were you two?" Scott said angrily. His face almost as red as Rogue and Remy's. He stared at the Cajun prince," I suspect that YOU are the reason Rogue is late," he spat.
Remy wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead nonchalantly," I guess so. Sorry I not used dese' mental messages of yours professor," Remy said with insouciant air.
Scott wrapped his arm around Rogue and led her to stand where the rest of the team was waiting," Professor just got word that there is going to be an assassination in New Orleans,"
Remy's eyes glowed fiercely at the mention of his hometown," De debutant ball," he whispered, knowing that all the prominent families of the South attended this annual event at this time.
" Right Remy," all eyes turned to Remy as the professor spoke," I just spoke to a woman by the name of Scarlet Wilks, seems like magneto's goons are trying to kill her daughter Klara; who is supposed to be coming out that night,"
" Like what do you mean coming out professor?" Kitty asked.
Remy decided to intervene," It is custom dat every young belle be presented into society. A femme's commin' out usually informs all de young beaus dat she is ready fo marriage,"
" Okay now that we've got that cleared up, what does this have to with us?" Scott asked, not liking Remy's little know-it-all innuendos.
" Well I'm sending two of you to go under cover and masquerade as Klara and her escort. Since Remy knows so much about New Orleans I only see it fit that he go, and lets see…Rogue you shall go as Klara,"
Rogue shook her head," Professa' ah don' do balls, ya know that," she heard Jean and Kitty volunteer eagerly.
" Sorry Rogue, but you match the description, even down to those white stripes," Professor Xavier chuckled amusingly.
" I guess chere not de only one wit dat hair after all," Remy said humorously. He found it hard to believe that someone else would have those exact same white bangs. Something that he thought was solely a Rogue thing.
Rogue, becoming extremely irascible shot Remy a deadly glare," Ah don' know professa. Ya talkin' ta a girl that came from the dirty south side. Ah don' know if ah can fit in with those rich aristocrats," Rogue knew she ooze poise, or etiquette, or any grace what so ever. And she would've rather died then have Remy there to witness her lack of 'class'.
" You'll do fine Rogue, Scarlet will teach you and Remy everything you need to know. Plus you already have the accent, it just needs to be…trained that's all," The professor said, making sure to sugarcoat every word.
" Wha' ya mean is that I have ta sound like a benevolent drone of a belle instead of southern trash right?" Rogue asked bitterly. Why was the professor sending her on this mission anyway? Did he think that she couldn't fit in with that crowd without someone's guiding her?
" The professor didn't mean it that way Rogue," Jean said, still sore that she didn't get the mission. In her eyes, she was more capable of the job then Rogue.
" Yeah sure, well I'll tell ya'll this. I'm gonna fit into that circle perfectly, and no one will no any betta!" Rogue assured them. She was going to show everyone that she could handle this mission with dignity and a high degree of professionalism," Now if ya'll well excuse I'm gonna go an' pack," she flipped her hair and walked away.
Professor Xavier fiddled with his fingers" Well like I've always said, all she needs is the proper motivation," he said.
" Well dats great and all professor, and I'm sure she'll be a great belle, but you'll have to find yourself another beau," Remy hanged his head, he would've loved to go back home, and escort Rogue to the ball. But he had worked so hard to parallel his old life and his new one, and he wasn't about to ruin it all.
'Remy' professor said through telepathy' I know why you don't want to go, and your reasons are justified. I believe that the assassin's guild has something to do with this and I need you there. Without you there Rogue's life could be in danger' As soon as the rest of the team became suspicious Xavier spoke," Are you sure Remy? Don't you miss that good old Cajun food?"
Remy cogitated over his decision," When do we leave?"
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Rogue buckled herself in the X-jet and set the coordinates for New Orleans, Louisiana," Ya ready Cajun?" she asked, trying to sound as composed as she possibly could.
Remy wasn't the biggest fan of flying, but like he'd ever admit it," Ya really have ta ask dat question chere?" the plane began to take off at high- speed and soon they were sitting back vertically piercing through clouds.
The professor's voice ran through the jet," Rogue? Remy? Is everything okay?"
The jet stabilized as it returned to normal position," Everythin' runnin' smoothly so far professa. Ready ta give us the full 411?" Rogue turned on the monitor as the professor's face materialized.
" You will arrive at the airport at exactly 2:00 AM, there you will take a cab to a diner by the name of 'Pubs'. Mrs. Wilks meet you there. Make sure that no one is watching you, and keep your communicators on at all times,"
" Why all de trouble for dis femme?" Remy asked.
Xavier's forehead crinkled," I'm not quite sure yet, but cerebro and I shall be trying to sense any kind of conspicuous mutant activity. Now remember, you are not to refer to each other by your real names; Rogue you are Klara Wilks, daughter of Scarlet and Charles Wilks, age 17. Remy you are 18-year-old Ashley Butler, son of Blanch and George Butler. Now I must be leaving, take care,"
" Ashley? What kine' of name is dat? Dat is a name for a belle not a beau!" Remy cursed as Rogue chuckled softly," What so funny? You da one dat is goin' to be accompanied by a guy named 'Ashley', what ya tink dat say about you?"
" What can ah say, ah only went for ya looks," Rogue said laughing.
Remy laughed too," Ya know chere, I tink dis is de first time I heard your joke b'fore,"
" Well don't get used to it."
" I wasn't plannin' to," Remy smiled as the both leaned back and prepared for the long ride. Remy soon drifted off into his dream world…
He was back in New Orleans, back at his house of demons. The blond femme caressing every inch of his body 'ya ran away from me once gambit, an' ya aint doin' it again ya here me!' he flinched as her evil blue eyes never left him. She inched closer, straddling him, kissing his neck,' "stop Bella! Bella stop! Stop!"
Rogue shook him gently," Remy wake up," her voice sounded alarm as he shivered. His eyes flicked open," We're here," she said.
" K, I go get our bags," he prayed that she didn't hear him talking to his demon belle.
Remy looked startled, turning swiftly at every angle," Who said dat?" he pulled out a card out of his brown trench coat and scanned the room.
Rogue laughed silently, but then replaced it with a condescending snicker," Come down Cajun; it's jus' tha' professa'. Memba' he's a telepath,"
Remy gave a sheepish 'I-knew-that' smile and put his card back in his pocket," Guess dis Cajun have a lot to learn, non?"
Rogue muffled a smile," Yeah, I guess so. Now come on we're late," Rogue said beginning to run. She knew from experience, not to mention countless lectures, on being punctual for these impromptu meetings.
Remy breathed heavily, trying to catch up. He was fast, just not as fast as Rogue," I guess dis is goin' to become a pattern huh chere?"
" Wha?" she asked, her breath accelerating.
" You runnin' away, an me followin' you," he grinned wildly, thankful that Rogue didn't see him. He was sure that Rogue would've slapped that grin right off his smug face.
Rogue and Remy entered the room, flushed and out of breath from the run. The rest of the team gawked at them, each having a different conception.
" Where the hell were you two?" Scott said angrily. His face almost as red as Rogue and Remy's. He stared at the Cajun prince," I suspect that YOU are the reason Rogue is late," he spat.
Remy wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead nonchalantly," I guess so. Sorry I not used dese' mental messages of yours professor," Remy said with insouciant air.
Scott wrapped his arm around Rogue and led her to stand where the rest of the team was waiting," Professor just got word that there is going to be an assassination in New Orleans,"
Remy's eyes glowed fiercely at the mention of his hometown," De debutant ball," he whispered, knowing that all the prominent families of the South attended this annual event at this time.
" Right Remy," all eyes turned to Remy as the professor spoke," I just spoke to a woman by the name of Scarlet Wilks, seems like magneto's goons are trying to kill her daughter Klara; who is supposed to be coming out that night,"
" Like what do you mean coming out professor?" Kitty asked.
Remy decided to intervene," It is custom dat every young belle be presented into society. A femme's commin' out usually informs all de young beaus dat she is ready fo marriage,"
" Okay now that we've got that cleared up, what does this have to with us?" Scott asked, not liking Remy's little know-it-all innuendos.
" Well I'm sending two of you to go under cover and masquerade as Klara and her escort. Since Remy knows so much about New Orleans I only see it fit that he go, and lets see…Rogue you shall go as Klara,"
Rogue shook her head," Professa' ah don' do balls, ya know that," she heard Jean and Kitty volunteer eagerly.
" Sorry Rogue, but you match the description, even down to those white stripes," Professor Xavier chuckled amusingly.
" I guess chere not de only one wit dat hair after all," Remy said humorously. He found it hard to believe that someone else would have those exact same white bangs. Something that he thought was solely a Rogue thing.
Rogue, becoming extremely irascible shot Remy a deadly glare," Ah don' know professa. Ya talkin' ta a girl that came from the dirty south side. Ah don' know if ah can fit in with those rich aristocrats," Rogue knew she ooze poise, or etiquette, or any grace what so ever. And she would've rather died then have Remy there to witness her lack of 'class'.
" You'll do fine Rogue, Scarlet will teach you and Remy everything you need to know. Plus you already have the accent, it just needs to be…trained that's all," The professor said, making sure to sugarcoat every word.
" Wha' ya mean is that I have ta sound like a benevolent drone of a belle instead of southern trash right?" Rogue asked bitterly. Why was the professor sending her on this mission anyway? Did he think that she couldn't fit in with that crowd without someone's guiding her?
" The professor didn't mean it that way Rogue," Jean said, still sore that she didn't get the mission. In her eyes, she was more capable of the job then Rogue.
" Yeah sure, well I'll tell ya'll this. I'm gonna fit into that circle perfectly, and no one will no any betta!" Rogue assured them. She was going to show everyone that she could handle this mission with dignity and a high degree of professionalism," Now if ya'll well excuse I'm gonna go an' pack," she flipped her hair and walked away.
Professor Xavier fiddled with his fingers" Well like I've always said, all she needs is the proper motivation," he said.
" Well dats great and all professor, and I'm sure she'll be a great belle, but you'll have to find yourself another beau," Remy hanged his head, he would've loved to go back home, and escort Rogue to the ball. But he had worked so hard to parallel his old life and his new one, and he wasn't about to ruin it all.
'Remy' professor said through telepathy' I know why you don't want to go, and your reasons are justified. I believe that the assassin's guild has something to do with this and I need you there. Without you there Rogue's life could be in danger' As soon as the rest of the team became suspicious Xavier spoke," Are you sure Remy? Don't you miss that good old Cajun food?"
Remy cogitated over his decision," When do we leave?"
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Rogue buckled herself in the X-jet and set the coordinates for New Orleans, Louisiana," Ya ready Cajun?" she asked, trying to sound as composed as she possibly could.
Remy wasn't the biggest fan of flying, but like he'd ever admit it," Ya really have ta ask dat question chere?" the plane began to take off at high- speed and soon they were sitting back vertically piercing through clouds.
The professor's voice ran through the jet," Rogue? Remy? Is everything okay?"
The jet stabilized as it returned to normal position," Everythin' runnin' smoothly so far professa. Ready ta give us the full 411?" Rogue turned on the monitor as the professor's face materialized.
" You will arrive at the airport at exactly 2:00 AM, there you will take a cab to a diner by the name of 'Pubs'. Mrs. Wilks meet you there. Make sure that no one is watching you, and keep your communicators on at all times,"
" Why all de trouble for dis femme?" Remy asked.
Xavier's forehead crinkled," I'm not quite sure yet, but cerebro and I shall be trying to sense any kind of conspicuous mutant activity. Now remember, you are not to refer to each other by your real names; Rogue you are Klara Wilks, daughter of Scarlet and Charles Wilks, age 17. Remy you are 18-year-old Ashley Butler, son of Blanch and George Butler. Now I must be leaving, take care,"
" Ashley? What kine' of name is dat? Dat is a name for a belle not a beau!" Remy cursed as Rogue chuckled softly," What so funny? You da one dat is goin' to be accompanied by a guy named 'Ashley', what ya tink dat say about you?"
" What can ah say, ah only went for ya looks," Rogue said laughing.
Remy laughed too," Ya know chere, I tink dis is de first time I heard your joke b'fore,"
" Well don't get used to it."
" I wasn't plannin' to," Remy smiled as the both leaned back and prepared for the long ride. Remy soon drifted off into his dream world…
He was back in New Orleans, back at his house of demons. The blond femme caressing every inch of his body 'ya ran away from me once gambit, an' ya aint doin' it again ya here me!' he flinched as her evil blue eyes never left him. She inched closer, straddling him, kissing his neck,' "stop Bella! Bella stop! Stop!"
Rogue shook him gently," Remy wake up," her voice sounded alarm as he shivered. His eyes flicked open," We're here," she said.
" K, I go get our bags," he prayed that she didn't hear him talking to his demon belle.