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:: Lower voice :: O yea, btw guys today's opposite day.
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Gambit's eyes of maniacal glee stayed fixated on Jubilee's retreating form. His red, smoldering eyes stood out in the darkness, and was further enhanced as lightning crackled overhead. His lips curved into a confident smirk, then he advanced, appearing ready to pounce on his helpless prey.
Jubilee didn't know what to do. Well, actually there were a dozen things she could do, she thought. She could throw something at Gambit and run away in terror. She could temporarily blind him with her powers and hide somewhere in the mansion. She could call for help. She could put all her X-Men training to use and combat the wily Cajun. She knew she could try any of those things. Instead, she tried to talk some sense into her fellow teammate. After all, this was Remy, right?
"Easy, Remy," she started, saying those words as if to soothe an hysterical horse. "Relax," she giggled nervously. "I mean, it was all a little joyride, that's all. I didn't mean to scare you…..that much."
As Jubilee backed away some more, Gambit only grew closer. He laughed. It seemed heartfelt, as if he was sharing a joke with a friend. Unfortunately, the laugh seemed somewhat….off balance. This scared Jubilee.
"You 'tink it was funny when you gave meh the scer of my life? 'Cuz of you, ol' Remy wun ever be the same. You jus can't go and drive like dat. You jus can't do dat to a man!" Gambit's voice was bordering on the hysterical.
"I'm an X-Man. Ma job iz to protect people. And you, Cherie, iz pleny dangerous!" The Cajun pointed a shaky, accusatory finger towards the teenager. "I'm sorry, Jubilee. Der ain't a choice. Remy gotta do dis fer da greater good." His voice was pained, now, as if he was going to make the hardest decision of his life. "I gotta do dis."
Gambit brought out a card, and Jubilee just stood there like a frozen popsicle. She was pretty sure she was about to die, and for some reason, she didn't proceed to do anything about it. She just stood there, hoping that things were going to be better in her next life, or the afterlife, or maybe she'd just remain a ghost, haunting all her friends, she thought. She waited.
And Gambit took a scissor and snipped the card in half. All the tension was sucked out of the room as Gambit took a breath of relief.
"Ah, dat wasn't so bad." He smiled.
Jubilee, on the other hand, was dumbfounded. "What was that?" She demanded.
"Oh, dat was da….uh, learner's permit dat I swiped from yer bag when I scrammed."
Jubilee just stared at the Cajun. Days, months, years and decades seemed to go by before an eruption shook the mansion. Followed by a series of bangs, thuds and mini- explosions of course.
Upstairs, a tired X-Men stirred in his sleep. Bobby raised his head for a moment, then went back to snuggling with his pillow.
"Must be Logan playing with his beanie babies again," he murmured.
