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Chapter 2
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~1 week ago~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bang! The door to Gambit's room flew open.
"GET YOUR ASS OUTTA BED, KID!" yelled Creed.
Gambit responded by groaning and putting his pillow over his head.
"THE HARD WAY IT IS!" Creed smiled wickedly.
The next thing Gambit knew he was on the floor and his mattress was at a 90o angle.
"Move it, Magneto's in no mood to wait," warned Sabertooth.
"Tanks fo' your concern, Gambit tink," he said as he stood up stiffly rubbing his head.
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"Mr. Logan, I can wake her up it's like not a problem," Kitty tried to stall the Wolverine.
"One side, Half-Pint!" Logan warned.
Reluctantly Kitty stepped aside and let Wolverine walk into the room.
BANG! The door to the room flew open.
"STRIPES!"
Rogue just pulled the covers over her head.
"GET UP!" yelled Wolverine.
"It's 2 in the morning" grumbled Rogue.
"Magneto's on the move!"
"Good fer him, call me if we win" said Rogue snuggling into her pillow.
SNAP! Logan yanked the covers off of the bed.
"DAMN IT, LOGAN!" yelled an extremely pissed off Rogue as she sat straight up in bed.
"Get dressed and get down to the Blackbird in 5!" he said walking toward the door.
"Fahne and when Ah diah on the battle field from sleep deprivation Ah comin' back to haunt you!"
Lagan just snickered as he walked out of the room.
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Once they were at twenty thousand feet Mags decided to brief his troops. Switching the jet to auto pilot he walked into the cabin to find everyone except for Creed and Mystique on the verge of falling asleep.
"Fall in!" he commanded.
Reluctantly the Acolytes formed a line knowing better than to disobey their leader.
"As of right know we are headed to New Orleans, there is a museum in the French district/quarter (is that what it's called? I know a lot more about Canada than Louisiana). That's where you come in Gambit, I need you to retrieve this," said Magneto handing a folder to Remy.
"A box?!" asked a very confused Gambit, it was wood and no more than 2 by 2 inches, "pourquoi?"
"Never mind why just do it. The rest of you will be providing cover, while Gambit goes in no doubt the X-men are hot on our trail."
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Well, Mags may be a jerk, but he's not as stupid as some would like to believe because the X-men were in fact in hot pursuit. It wasn't long before both air crafts had landed. The two opposing teams met in an area of condemned townhouses, were talking similar to Lestat's place when he woke up to become a rock star condemned.
Everything was going normally-at first. Magneto was watching the fight's progress from atop one of the buildings. Sabertooth and Wolverine really fought for about five minutes and then just faked it so they could watch Storm and Mystique pummel each other (It's a guy thing, I assume, I honestly wouldn't know). Kitty and Colossus, Scott and Jean of course paired up against St. John and Mermero.
Rogue was the only one who noticed that Gambit snuck off without taking time to enjoy the festivities at hand.
"Where is that slippery swamp rat off ta now?" Rogue asked herself aloud.
She followed him, through alleys, over walls, under fences around corners and on top of buildings. Finally on top of a particularly tall and decrepit building she called out to him.
"Yer goin' the wrong way, Swamp Rat!"
Gambit spun around in horror, "Cher, where did you come from?"
"The same place you did, Cajun, New York. Yer kinda far from home ain't ya?"
"Non, Remy lives just up de way. Chere, should stop by sometime when Gambit not in de middle of somtin'."
"Oh, really? And just what 'er ya in the middle of?"
It was way too early for Remy to interrogated. Gambit was always most vulnerable when he was tired. He always said exactly what first came to mind, which only dug him in deeper and this time was no different, "Uh- Remy be in de middle of picking up some dry cleanin'."
"Yer kiddn' me, riaght? Or this must be one hell of a dray cleaner fer you to go so far outta yer way. Especially when a battle is raggin' and you left yer teammates ta fend for themselves."
"Dere tougher den dey look. Gambit sure dey be OK fer a little while and Mags be dere."
"Since when has Buckethead fought his own battles?"
"Uh?"
"Exactly. Now are you gonna tell me where your going or am Ah gonna have to beat it out of ya?"
"Gambit's always up for de spankin', 'secially when it be from you, Chere." said Remy with a wicked Gleam in his red and black eyes.
"Fiahn!" yelled Rogue charging forward with a flying roundhouse.
Gambit barely managed to block before a fist came flying at his head.
It was an awesome (as in powerful/ awe inspiring stay with me people!) battle. They were all over the place with high body blocks low, body blocks, side kicks, flying front kicks, greech hands and back fists. It came down to literal hand to hand combat on top of a piece of protruding heading duct. They knocked each other off balance and went crashing through the roof and floor after floor.
They brought down the house-literally.
Let the flashback be ended! Relax and crack the moon roof and feel the sparkly waves of time travel wash over your body. ----------------
Alright, breath - into a paper bag if you must - you already know everyone lives so do me a favor and don't go into cardiac arrest. Chapter 3: Enter Merf, the FedEx guy.
Chapter 2
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~1 week ago~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bang! The door to Gambit's room flew open.
"GET YOUR ASS OUTTA BED, KID!" yelled Creed.
Gambit responded by groaning and putting his pillow over his head.
"THE HARD WAY IT IS!" Creed smiled wickedly.
The next thing Gambit knew he was on the floor and his mattress was at a 90o angle.
"Move it, Magneto's in no mood to wait," warned Sabertooth.
"Tanks fo' your concern, Gambit tink," he said as he stood up stiffly rubbing his head.
------------------
"Mr. Logan, I can wake her up it's like not a problem," Kitty tried to stall the Wolverine.
"One side, Half-Pint!" Logan warned.
Reluctantly Kitty stepped aside and let Wolverine walk into the room.
BANG! The door to the room flew open.
"STRIPES!"
Rogue just pulled the covers over her head.
"GET UP!" yelled Wolverine.
"It's 2 in the morning" grumbled Rogue.
"Magneto's on the move!"
"Good fer him, call me if we win" said Rogue snuggling into her pillow.
SNAP! Logan yanked the covers off of the bed.
"DAMN IT, LOGAN!" yelled an extremely pissed off Rogue as she sat straight up in bed.
"Get dressed and get down to the Blackbird in 5!" he said walking toward the door.
"Fahne and when Ah diah on the battle field from sleep deprivation Ah comin' back to haunt you!"
Lagan just snickered as he walked out of the room.
-----------------
Once they were at twenty thousand feet Mags decided to brief his troops. Switching the jet to auto pilot he walked into the cabin to find everyone except for Creed and Mystique on the verge of falling asleep.
"Fall in!" he commanded.
Reluctantly the Acolytes formed a line knowing better than to disobey their leader.
"As of right know we are headed to New Orleans, there is a museum in the French district/quarter (is that what it's called? I know a lot more about Canada than Louisiana). That's where you come in Gambit, I need you to retrieve this," said Magneto handing a folder to Remy.
"A box?!" asked a very confused Gambit, it was wood and no more than 2 by 2 inches, "pourquoi?"
"Never mind why just do it. The rest of you will be providing cover, while Gambit goes in no doubt the X-men are hot on our trail."
-----------------
Well, Mags may be a jerk, but he's not as stupid as some would like to believe because the X-men were in fact in hot pursuit. It wasn't long before both air crafts had landed. The two opposing teams met in an area of condemned townhouses, were talking similar to Lestat's place when he woke up to become a rock star condemned.
Everything was going normally-at first. Magneto was watching the fight's progress from atop one of the buildings. Sabertooth and Wolverine really fought for about five minutes and then just faked it so they could watch Storm and Mystique pummel each other (It's a guy thing, I assume, I honestly wouldn't know). Kitty and Colossus, Scott and Jean of course paired up against St. John and Mermero.
Rogue was the only one who noticed that Gambit snuck off without taking time to enjoy the festivities at hand.
"Where is that slippery swamp rat off ta now?" Rogue asked herself aloud.
She followed him, through alleys, over walls, under fences around corners and on top of buildings. Finally on top of a particularly tall and decrepit building she called out to him.
"Yer goin' the wrong way, Swamp Rat!"
Gambit spun around in horror, "Cher, where did you come from?"
"The same place you did, Cajun, New York. Yer kinda far from home ain't ya?"
"Non, Remy lives just up de way. Chere, should stop by sometime when Gambit not in de middle of somtin'."
"Oh, really? And just what 'er ya in the middle of?"
It was way too early for Remy to interrogated. Gambit was always most vulnerable when he was tired. He always said exactly what first came to mind, which only dug him in deeper and this time was no different, "Uh- Remy be in de middle of picking up some dry cleanin'."
"Yer kiddn' me, riaght? Or this must be one hell of a dray cleaner fer you to go so far outta yer way. Especially when a battle is raggin' and you left yer teammates ta fend for themselves."
"Dere tougher den dey look. Gambit sure dey be OK fer a little while and Mags be dere."
"Since when has Buckethead fought his own battles?"
"Uh?"
"Exactly. Now are you gonna tell me where your going or am Ah gonna have to beat it out of ya?"
"Gambit's always up for de spankin', 'secially when it be from you, Chere." said Remy with a wicked Gleam in his red and black eyes.
"Fiahn!" yelled Rogue charging forward with a flying roundhouse.
Gambit barely managed to block before a fist came flying at his head.
It was an awesome (as in powerful/ awe inspiring stay with me people!) battle. They were all over the place with high body blocks low, body blocks, side kicks, flying front kicks, greech hands and back fists. It came down to literal hand to hand combat on top of a piece of protruding heading duct. They knocked each other off balance and went crashing through the roof and floor after floor.
They brought down the house-literally.
Let the flashback be ended! Relax and crack the moon roof and feel the sparkly waves of time travel wash over your body. ----------------
Alright, breath - into a paper bag if you must - you already know everyone lives so do me a favor and don't go into cardiac arrest. Chapter 3: Enter Merf, the FedEx guy.
