Hi dere. De name is Gambit. Remember it. I been holdin' dis on m' ches' f' too long. Dis...Dis is de tale of de Legacy Virus, told t'rough Gambit's eyes.
Lem' jus' d'scrahb m'self fo' y'. I'm one o' dem tall dark an' han'sum men you always hurn 'bout. Got dese sexy eyes. Black sclera. Red iris. Some people, dough, t'ink Gambit's eyes a li'l scary.
Trut' b' told, Gambit's a mutant. Yeah. One o' dem creations of God hated by society. M' own pars are pretty damn cool if y' t'ink 'bout it.
I can take ti'ngs potential energy, an' toin it t' kinetic energy. Along wit' dat, Gambit got natural enhanced atheletic skills, he's an empath, he has a bit o' psy-pars, and he's t'inkin' dis cute face a mutation, also.
Gambit, well, he lahks t' speak in t'ird person. 'Cept when he knows it's time t' get serious. Den Gambit...Well, he may crack a few more jokes den normal. Sssshhh. Ancient fam'ly secret.
I only ever love two women. Truly love, not that hedonistic love, where I flirt wit' ev'ry woman I see. One o' dem, dat's none o' yall's biznis. But de odda one...Gambit can't really descrahbe de feelin's he gets when he's around her. Her name's Rogue. Don' truely know her real name. Well, ya'll don' know my own name. It's Remy. Remy Enttiene LeBeau.
But Rogue....She's so beautiful. A bit scary, but all women are at one point or another, non, mes ami? She's a mutant, too. Her pars dough....She can't touch nobody. But I love a challenge. She doesn't get it. She thinks that I think of her just as a prize to be won. But she's not. She's so much more...
Well, Gambit's rambling. Dis part o' de story's s'posed t' be about Gambit.
Oh, damn. 'Ere comes de Professor. 'E 'spectin' dis story to be written all well an' proper-lahke. So...Gambit gon' go now, and really tell dis story.
Lem' jus' d'scrahb m'self fo' y'. I'm one o' dem tall dark an' han'sum men you always hurn 'bout. Got dese sexy eyes. Black sclera. Red iris. Some people, dough, t'ink Gambit's eyes a li'l scary.
Trut' b' told, Gambit's a mutant. Yeah. One o' dem creations of God hated by society. M' own pars are pretty damn cool if y' t'ink 'bout it.
I can take ti'ngs potential energy, an' toin it t' kinetic energy. Along wit' dat, Gambit got natural enhanced atheletic skills, he's an empath, he has a bit o' psy-pars, and he's t'inkin' dis cute face a mutation, also.
Gambit, well, he lahks t' speak in t'ird person. 'Cept when he knows it's time t' get serious. Den Gambit...Well, he may crack a few more jokes den normal. Sssshhh. Ancient fam'ly secret.
I only ever love two women. Truly love, not that hedonistic love, where I flirt wit' ev'ry woman I see. One o' dem, dat's none o' yall's biznis. But de odda one...Gambit can't really descrahbe de feelin's he gets when he's around her. Her name's Rogue. Don' truely know her real name. Well, ya'll don' know my own name. It's Remy. Remy Enttiene LeBeau.
But Rogue....She's so beautiful. A bit scary, but all women are at one point or another, non, mes ami? She's a mutant, too. Her pars dough....She can't touch nobody. But I love a challenge. She doesn't get it. She thinks that I think of her just as a prize to be won. But she's not. She's so much more...
Well, Gambit's rambling. Dis part o' de story's s'posed t' be about Gambit.
Oh, damn. 'Ere comes de Professor. 'E 'spectin' dis story to be written all well an' proper-lahke. So...Gambit gon' go now, and really tell dis story.