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Sure enough, when Rogue arrived with the professor in the foyer, she was met with a pair of demonic eyes, and a flaming orange haired Australian.
"So nice of you to join us, cherie, I needed more company then this fou homme, and what could be better then such a belle fille?"
"Save it Gumbo, I ain't in the mood, ya know your little game ain't that funny, where'd ya hide my stuff ya damn thief." Rogue shot back quickly, even if his eyes were captivating, some of the stunts he pulled annoyed her to no ends.
After Rogue had referred to Gambit as a southern food, the Aussie pyro started cracking up. "Listen to that mate, Gumbo, I like it, that's your new name then, Gumbo!"
"If Gambit here you call him dat then he make you into Gumbo, personally." Gambit pressed the end of his bo staff against his friends neck, causing him to choke enough to stop laughing.
"Bloody 'ell! Just a joke is all, you people always got such tempers."
"Shut up ya wombat, Ah think it's about tahme that ya all explained what ya doin' here, 'fore Ah find out for mahself." As she spoke Rogue began calling attention to her extremely bare hands by cracking her fingers in a menacing way that she must have learned from the Wolverine.
"Now dat is a good name for ya mon ami, wombat, de cherie is good, I wonder what else she be good at?" As usual, Gambit managed to fit in sexual innuendo into the most innocent of conversations, assuming you call a threat to absorb ones life force an innocent topic.
Finally the Professor chose to interject his thoughts and stop the bickering of the younger generation before him. "If I may ask, why exactly are you two at my institute? Does Magnus have a message for me? Or dare I hope that you have chosen to give up his violent ways for a more peaceful approach?"
"Well it's really funny why we're here mate, it all started when we though Sabertooth had finally started coughin' up hair balls..."
After a few minutes of Pyro's full length tale, his Cajun companion shut him up with a swift knock to the back of his head with his trusty bo staff.
"It's about time ya shut him up, Ah thought we might be here for hours." Rogue by this time had taken to sitting on the stairs, abandoning her fighting position, as had Gambit who leaned casually against the wall.
"Any ting for you cherie"
"Shut ya own mouth swamp rat."
Seeing where this was going, the Professor once again stepped in.
"Well, if Magnus and Sabertooth are indeed afflicted with the same disease that seems to hunt my mansion, as young St. John here has, so...carefully explained, then I do believe it is most imperative that myself and Dr. McCoy research this disease more carefully, to make sure that it is not a new anti-mutant threat." Turning to Gambit he continued, "Please inform my old friend that we will use his facilities to research this further, as my own mansion is being updated, and do make sure you take him with you." He referred to the pyromaniac on the floor who was slowly regaining consciousness.
However, when he was still muttering vaguely about a lighter fluid, a cough from the balcony above startled the small group, causing them to turn to the origin of the sound.
It was Amara, dressed in her favorite flame colored night dress, with matching slippers. Her normally perfect hair was tangled and knotted in various places, and her whole complexion had faded to a color even paler then Rogue. She started hacking some more.
"Proff...*cough, cough* ...essor, I need *cough, cough, cough* medicine."
"Of course Amara, Rogue could you please get some from the-"
"My lit'tel flame, what is wrong, oh my lit'tel flame, you are sick, oh god, my lit'tel flame is DYING, someone call an ambulance, my lit'tel flame!" As soon as he had reclaimed consciousness, Pyro ran up the stairs screaming, and interrupting the professor in mid direction. He threw himself at Amara's feet, "Oh my Mara, my flame, I'll make you better! Where's my lighter! Let me light your fire!"
Sensing the possibility of an accidently arson, Gambit had stolen dear Pyro's lighter while he was out, so luckily nothing was burned, although Amara's skin would have been able to handle the heat, the rug underneath her feet wouldn't have.
"Um...that's ok *cough, cough, cough* I'm not dying..." Suddenly Amara's flair for the dramatic ignited "...or am I? Am I *cough, cough* dying? I can not die, I am a princess! I can not die!"
"'Course not love, just cause all these buggers can't take care of you, don't mean I can't! I'll take you down under, it's plenty hot there, love, we'll get you all rosy and flamy again while your 'ouse is being built back up!"
Upon Pyro's declaration that he would watch over Amara, Rogue's eyes had opened wide as a series of images involving melted Advil and burning boxes of tissues rolled through her head, suddenly she wasn't so angry about having to watch Amara anymore.
"Down, flame boy, Ah'm in charge of 'Mara, so ya keep ya wombat ass ova there."
After delivering her own declaration, Rogue took a moment to contemplate the fact that she had just voluntarily declared herself patron of Amara. Sighing, she turned to go get some cough medicine. This was going to be a long month, if Pyro insisted on following his 'lit'tel flame' around....well around where ever the hell they were going!
Speaking of following around, Rogue suddenly felt the strange sensation of being wrapped in someone's arms, "Don't worry cherie, da man of yo' dreams is here."
The Cajun had no idea how right he was.
I continue to be thankful for the reviews! I'm sorry, I feel like I am taking forever to get some decent Romy up for you all, and there will be some more Amyro!
Sure enough, when Rogue arrived with the professor in the foyer, she was met with a pair of demonic eyes, and a flaming orange haired Australian.
"So nice of you to join us, cherie, I needed more company then this fou homme, and what could be better then such a belle fille?"
"Save it Gumbo, I ain't in the mood, ya know your little game ain't that funny, where'd ya hide my stuff ya damn thief." Rogue shot back quickly, even if his eyes were captivating, some of the stunts he pulled annoyed her to no ends.
After Rogue had referred to Gambit as a southern food, the Aussie pyro started cracking up. "Listen to that mate, Gumbo, I like it, that's your new name then, Gumbo!"
"If Gambit here you call him dat then he make you into Gumbo, personally." Gambit pressed the end of his bo staff against his friends neck, causing him to choke enough to stop laughing.
"Bloody 'ell! Just a joke is all, you people always got such tempers."
"Shut up ya wombat, Ah think it's about tahme that ya all explained what ya doin' here, 'fore Ah find out for mahself." As she spoke Rogue began calling attention to her extremely bare hands by cracking her fingers in a menacing way that she must have learned from the Wolverine.
"Now dat is a good name for ya mon ami, wombat, de cherie is good, I wonder what else she be good at?" As usual, Gambit managed to fit in sexual innuendo into the most innocent of conversations, assuming you call a threat to absorb ones life force an innocent topic.
Finally the Professor chose to interject his thoughts and stop the bickering of the younger generation before him. "If I may ask, why exactly are you two at my institute? Does Magnus have a message for me? Or dare I hope that you have chosen to give up his violent ways for a more peaceful approach?"
"Well it's really funny why we're here mate, it all started when we though Sabertooth had finally started coughin' up hair balls..."
After a few minutes of Pyro's full length tale, his Cajun companion shut him up with a swift knock to the back of his head with his trusty bo staff.
"It's about time ya shut him up, Ah thought we might be here for hours." Rogue by this time had taken to sitting on the stairs, abandoning her fighting position, as had Gambit who leaned casually against the wall.
"Any ting for you cherie"
"Shut ya own mouth swamp rat."
Seeing where this was going, the Professor once again stepped in.
"Well, if Magnus and Sabertooth are indeed afflicted with the same disease that seems to hunt my mansion, as young St. John here has, so...carefully explained, then I do believe it is most imperative that myself and Dr. McCoy research this disease more carefully, to make sure that it is not a new anti-mutant threat." Turning to Gambit he continued, "Please inform my old friend that we will use his facilities to research this further, as my own mansion is being updated, and do make sure you take him with you." He referred to the pyromaniac on the floor who was slowly regaining consciousness.
However, when he was still muttering vaguely about a lighter fluid, a cough from the balcony above startled the small group, causing them to turn to the origin of the sound.
It was Amara, dressed in her favorite flame colored night dress, with matching slippers. Her normally perfect hair was tangled and knotted in various places, and her whole complexion had faded to a color even paler then Rogue. She started hacking some more.
"Proff...*cough, cough* ...essor, I need *cough, cough, cough* medicine."
"Of course Amara, Rogue could you please get some from the-"
"My lit'tel flame, what is wrong, oh my lit'tel flame, you are sick, oh god, my lit'tel flame is DYING, someone call an ambulance, my lit'tel flame!" As soon as he had reclaimed consciousness, Pyro ran up the stairs screaming, and interrupting the professor in mid direction. He threw himself at Amara's feet, "Oh my Mara, my flame, I'll make you better! Where's my lighter! Let me light your fire!"
Sensing the possibility of an accidently arson, Gambit had stolen dear Pyro's lighter while he was out, so luckily nothing was burned, although Amara's skin would have been able to handle the heat, the rug underneath her feet wouldn't have.
"Um...that's ok *cough, cough, cough* I'm not dying..." Suddenly Amara's flair for the dramatic ignited "...or am I? Am I *cough, cough* dying? I can not die, I am a princess! I can not die!"
"'Course not love, just cause all these buggers can't take care of you, don't mean I can't! I'll take you down under, it's plenty hot there, love, we'll get you all rosy and flamy again while your 'ouse is being built back up!"
Upon Pyro's declaration that he would watch over Amara, Rogue's eyes had opened wide as a series of images involving melted Advil and burning boxes of tissues rolled through her head, suddenly she wasn't so angry about having to watch Amara anymore.
"Down, flame boy, Ah'm in charge of 'Mara, so ya keep ya wombat ass ova there."
After delivering her own declaration, Rogue took a moment to contemplate the fact that she had just voluntarily declared herself patron of Amara. Sighing, she turned to go get some cough medicine. This was going to be a long month, if Pyro insisted on following his 'lit'tel flame' around....well around where ever the hell they were going!
Speaking of following around, Rogue suddenly felt the strange sensation of being wrapped in someone's arms, "Don't worry cherie, da man of yo' dreams is here."
The Cajun had no idea how right he was.
I continue to be thankful for the reviews! I'm sorry, I feel like I am taking forever to get some decent Romy up for you all, and there will be some more Amyro!