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A/n: here goes nothing. This was done with some help from my little brother gambit 14. Thank you also to darlin, keep up the L/O, fics. By the way why do you sit on a bench but you sit in a chair?
Of course /.../ means thoughts and \....\ means telepathic communication. ______________________________________--------------------------
In Xavier's office
Diablo was sitting in a chair with Gambit next to her in another chair. Xavier leaned forward putting his elbows on the desk.
"Can you explain to me why Vapor would want to bring you both here? Especially since he has shown no interest in any offers we have made him?"
"He didn't have enough time to explain completely but I think that it had something to do with Sinister." Said Diablo.
"Gambit agrees with the fille. Vapor help you x-men in de fight and dis made Mr. Sinister very mad."
Xavier turned to gambit. "What exactly did Vapor do for Sinister?"
"He didn't work for him full time like Sabretooth did. But what Gambit understand was that Vapor needed a formula to not be stuck in de astral plane. He do a job for Sinister and Sinister give him de formula."
/So that's why he couldn't be anything other then an assassin. /
\Sorry Diablo. I should have told you. \
\Yes, you should have. Are you going to be okay? \
\I'm not sure. Tell the professor that I brought gambit to him so that Sinister couldn't get him. \
"Diablo? Are you aright?"
"Tom- Vapor says that he brought you gambit to keep him away from Sinister."
"And why did he bring you?"
"Vapor didn't know where the school was and he needed my mental picture of it."
"Interesting," said Xavier. \Vapor?\
\Hello. \
\Are you able to return to this plain? \
\I don't think so, if I can it would only be for a few seconds. Can you help Gambit? \
\Yes, what made you decided to bring him here? \
\I had already pissed off Sinister; there was no point in staying on his good side. \
\I see. Do you know what was in that formula? \
\It was green if that helps any. \
\I'm afraid not. How long have you had this problem? \
\Since I was ten, that's when my powers showed up. Eventually I found I could spend less and less time in the real world, and then I met sinister. He made me an offer. I worked for him part time, and he gave me the formula. Unfortunately I needed the formula more and more often. My body would gain a resistance to the dose and I would need a higher one. Eventually I wouldn't be able to take enough of the formula fast enough to stay in the normal plane at all.
Sinister said he would figure something out by then and I had no choice but to trust him.\
\I am afraid that there is noting I can do for you at the moment. I am sorry. \
\Hey I knew it would happen eventually. \
\Still. I wish I could do something for you. \
"Um hello, Professor Xavier? Are you alright?" Asked gambit hesitantly.
"Yes Mr. Lebeau. I was simply talking to Vapor. Diablo, you are welcome to stay here as well."
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A/n: sorry for shortness but I figured I should get this out before people start to think that I'm dead.
A/n: here goes nothing. This was done with some help from my little brother gambit 14. Thank you also to darlin, keep up the L/O, fics. By the way why do you sit on a bench but you sit in a chair?
Of course /.../ means thoughts and \....\ means telepathic communication. ______________________________________--------------------------
In Xavier's office
Diablo was sitting in a chair with Gambit next to her in another chair. Xavier leaned forward putting his elbows on the desk.
"Can you explain to me why Vapor would want to bring you both here? Especially since he has shown no interest in any offers we have made him?"
"He didn't have enough time to explain completely but I think that it had something to do with Sinister." Said Diablo.
"Gambit agrees with the fille. Vapor help you x-men in de fight and dis made Mr. Sinister very mad."
Xavier turned to gambit. "What exactly did Vapor do for Sinister?"
"He didn't work for him full time like Sabretooth did. But what Gambit understand was that Vapor needed a formula to not be stuck in de astral plane. He do a job for Sinister and Sinister give him de formula."
/So that's why he couldn't be anything other then an assassin. /
\Sorry Diablo. I should have told you. \
\Yes, you should have. Are you going to be okay? \
\I'm not sure. Tell the professor that I brought gambit to him so that Sinister couldn't get him. \
"Diablo? Are you aright?"
"Tom- Vapor says that he brought you gambit to keep him away from Sinister."
"And why did he bring you?"
"Vapor didn't know where the school was and he needed my mental picture of it."
"Interesting," said Xavier. \Vapor?\
\Hello. \
\Are you able to return to this plain? \
\I don't think so, if I can it would only be for a few seconds. Can you help Gambit? \
\Yes, what made you decided to bring him here? \
\I had already pissed off Sinister; there was no point in staying on his good side. \
\I see. Do you know what was in that formula? \
\It was green if that helps any. \
\I'm afraid not. How long have you had this problem? \
\Since I was ten, that's when my powers showed up. Eventually I found I could spend less and less time in the real world, and then I met sinister. He made me an offer. I worked for him part time, and he gave me the formula. Unfortunately I needed the formula more and more often. My body would gain a resistance to the dose and I would need a higher one. Eventually I wouldn't be able to take enough of the formula fast enough to stay in the normal plane at all.
Sinister said he would figure something out by then and I had no choice but to trust him.\
\I am afraid that there is noting I can do for you at the moment. I am sorry. \
\Hey I knew it would happen eventually. \
\Still. I wish I could do something for you. \
"Um hello, Professor Xavier? Are you alright?" Asked gambit hesitantly.
"Yes Mr. Lebeau. I was simply talking to Vapor. Diablo, you are welcome to stay here as well."
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A/n: sorry for shortness but I figured I should get this out before people start to think that I'm dead.