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Author's note:GAMBIT! GAMBIT IS COOL! Also, we get a small glimpse into Mariann's past.
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We walked to a massive stone building in downtown New Orleans. We ran up the stairs and creaked open the door. "Who enters de T'eves?" boomed a voice. "The Raven has returned to ask assistance!" I called back. Kurt gave me a look. "Returned?" he whispered. I silenced him with a raised hand. Suddenly the lights clicked on, and we saw a tall, slightly balding man sitting in a massive chair. He walked towards me. "Raven. Welcome back to de T'eves." I responded with only a cold glare. "I have not rejoined. I merely need your help, Jean." He stopped. "How may we help you?" "Where is the Theif named Gambit?" I asked. "You mean de mutant?" "Yes," I replied. Kurt started to speak, but I silenced him. "Only Theives may speak to Theives," I explained. "Your friend, he is not of us?" "No," I replied. "And he has no wish to be. Just tell me where he went, LeBeau!" He regarded me cooly. "He deceived us. We banished him to de Outskirts." I nodded. "Thank you, Jean." I turned to walk out, expecting Kurt to follow me. When he didn't I grabbed his "sleeve," which was really fur, and dragged him out.
"Vhat vas that about?" asked the Elf as we made our way to the outer area of town. I sighed, casually flipping a fireball on my thumb. "I used to be a Theif, okay? They called me Raven cause a my hair. I know Remy. We....worked together." I dropped the subject and hoped he would, too. "So why'd you quit?" he asked. I groaned. "My parents were murdered by the Assasins, a rival gang." Kurt fell silent. "I am sorry," he said softly. "Don't be. I got used to it." He looked up. "One more thing. How come you spoke so properly to him, but you don't to me?" We reached the Outskirts, and I began searching for the familiar trenchcoat that was his trademark. "The Theives think they're the top, and they are, but they demand a certain........respect for the older members. There he is!" I cried as a brown jacket disappeared behind a wall. "Gambit! S'me, Raven!" I yelled, hoping he'd remember. "I neva forgot y', mon soeur. Who's y' friend?" "This is Kurt," I relplied. "He won't hurt you. Please come out!" Slowly, deliberatley, a mop of unruly brown hair appeared from behind the wall. He still held the bo staff, and his duster, as well, but something was different. He wasn't smilng. His face contorted in pain, and he clutched at his stomach. "Remy!" I gasped. "You're hurt!" He managed a weak version of "his" smile. "Oui. But it does me good t' see y' face, Corbeau."He fell forward, and I caught him. Blood dripped from a wound on his stomach. "Kurt, get us outta here!" I grabbed his furry hand, and we bamfed.
"Scorch!" yelled Kitty, erm, Shadowcat as we appeared in front of the X-Jet. "Is that Remy?" she asked. "Yea. But he's hurt, we have to get back to the Mansion, like, yesterday!" We carried him into the Jet and laid him in the back. "Who are dese people, an' how do dey know me?" Remy asked as I applied a bandage to the wound. "I'll explain when we get there. You shut up and rest." I said. "Y' ain't changed a bit, chere." Then he quieted, and slept the rest of the way.
Remy P.O.V. I woke up in a large, white room. A hospital of some sort. Bandages were wrapped around my damaged stomach, and Mariann sat at my bedside, asleep. Corbeau, the Raven. My love.
____________________________________~*~*~___________________________________ _________ Hooble:Hmm....no one expected dat, did dey? Hehe, sorry. I can't help but love de way Remy talks. I like de way it looks even more.
Author's note:GAMBIT! GAMBIT IS COOL! Also, we get a small glimpse into Mariann's past.
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We walked to a massive stone building in downtown New Orleans. We ran up the stairs and creaked open the door. "Who enters de T'eves?" boomed a voice. "The Raven has returned to ask assistance!" I called back. Kurt gave me a look. "Returned?" he whispered. I silenced him with a raised hand. Suddenly the lights clicked on, and we saw a tall, slightly balding man sitting in a massive chair. He walked towards me. "Raven. Welcome back to de T'eves." I responded with only a cold glare. "I have not rejoined. I merely need your help, Jean." He stopped. "How may we help you?" "Where is the Theif named Gambit?" I asked. "You mean de mutant?" "Yes," I replied. Kurt started to speak, but I silenced him. "Only Theives may speak to Theives," I explained. "Your friend, he is not of us?" "No," I replied. "And he has no wish to be. Just tell me where he went, LeBeau!" He regarded me cooly. "He deceived us. We banished him to de Outskirts." I nodded. "Thank you, Jean." I turned to walk out, expecting Kurt to follow me. When he didn't I grabbed his "sleeve," which was really fur, and dragged him out.
"Vhat vas that about?" asked the Elf as we made our way to the outer area of town. I sighed, casually flipping a fireball on my thumb. "I used to be a Theif, okay? They called me Raven cause a my hair. I know Remy. We....worked together." I dropped the subject and hoped he would, too. "So why'd you quit?" he asked. I groaned. "My parents were murdered by the Assasins, a rival gang." Kurt fell silent. "I am sorry," he said softly. "Don't be. I got used to it." He looked up. "One more thing. How come you spoke so properly to him, but you don't to me?" We reached the Outskirts, and I began searching for the familiar trenchcoat that was his trademark. "The Theives think they're the top, and they are, but they demand a certain........respect for the older members. There he is!" I cried as a brown jacket disappeared behind a wall. "Gambit! S'me, Raven!" I yelled, hoping he'd remember. "I neva forgot y', mon soeur. Who's y' friend?" "This is Kurt," I relplied. "He won't hurt you. Please come out!" Slowly, deliberatley, a mop of unruly brown hair appeared from behind the wall. He still held the bo staff, and his duster, as well, but something was different. He wasn't smilng. His face contorted in pain, and he clutched at his stomach. "Remy!" I gasped. "You're hurt!" He managed a weak version of "his" smile. "Oui. But it does me good t' see y' face, Corbeau."He fell forward, and I caught him. Blood dripped from a wound on his stomach. "Kurt, get us outta here!" I grabbed his furry hand, and we bamfed.
"Scorch!" yelled Kitty, erm, Shadowcat as we appeared in front of the X-Jet. "Is that Remy?" she asked. "Yea. But he's hurt, we have to get back to the Mansion, like, yesterday!" We carried him into the Jet and laid him in the back. "Who are dese people, an' how do dey know me?" Remy asked as I applied a bandage to the wound. "I'll explain when we get there. You shut up and rest." I said. "Y' ain't changed a bit, chere." Then he quieted, and slept the rest of the way.
Remy P.O.V. I woke up in a large, white room. A hospital of some sort. Bandages were wrapped around my damaged stomach, and Mariann sat at my bedside, asleep. Corbeau, the Raven. My love.
____________________________________~*~*~___________________________________ _________ Hooble:Hmm....no one expected dat, did dey? Hehe, sorry. I can't help but love de way Remy talks. I like de way it looks even more.