Disclaimer:
I do not own any Marvel characters appearing in this fanfic. All other characters are owned by me. I'll be adding chapters every now and then.
177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village in New York City. Remy LeBau is standing at the front door of a mystical house. Although he is Gambit, one of the children of the atom and has seen many marvelous things in his life, this house still somehow fascinates him. Perhaps because of its inhabitant.
A few days ago, Remy tried to kiss his love Rogue yet one more time. Only to get pushed away with a lecture of the consequnces. She would have absorbed his personality, powers and everything else if their lips had connected. And that's when Gambit decided to finally do something about it.
Carried away with his thoughts, Remy suddenly startles: a daemonic cow opens the door in front of him! Loading his cards with kinetic energy, he assumes a fighting stance..
"Calm down mr. LeBau. The doctor is waiting for you.", says the cow.
"Huh? How did he know..?", stutters a surprised Gambit.
"He knows. Follow me, please."
They walk through the wonder-filled mansion. Gambit is dazzled by the strong magical aura of the place, but manages to walk somewhat straight. Finally, they reach a mystical room where a cloaked figure is sitting in an armchair. Suddenly an electric bolt appears out of nowhere and flies screeching at Gambit! Barely evading it, he loads a few cards with energy and hurls the at the figure. Oddly enough, his cards lose their inertia instantly and fall on the floor, powereless.
"Welcome to my mansion, x-man. I see that you have a lot of potential to be unlocked. Please, be welcome.", says the cloaked man and gestures Gambit to sit down.
"Be welcome..?! What was that lightning show all about then?", grunts Gambit.
"A mere test. Now, why have you come here to see the Sorcerer Supreme?", asks the mysterious man.
"My reasons are my own, and I will tell them to him only!", states Remy.
The man casts the hood of his cloak down, revealing a middle-aged head. Black hair with gray streaks starting at his temples is well combed.
"Well, here I am. The doc is in!"
I do not own any Marvel characters appearing in this fanfic. All other characters are owned by me. I'll be adding chapters every now and then.
177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village in New York City. Remy LeBau is standing at the front door of a mystical house. Although he is Gambit, one of the children of the atom and has seen many marvelous things in his life, this house still somehow fascinates him. Perhaps because of its inhabitant.
A few days ago, Remy tried to kiss his love Rogue yet one more time. Only to get pushed away with a lecture of the consequnces. She would have absorbed his personality, powers and everything else if their lips had connected. And that's when Gambit decided to finally do something about it.
Carried away with his thoughts, Remy suddenly startles: a daemonic cow opens the door in front of him! Loading his cards with kinetic energy, he assumes a fighting stance..
"Calm down mr. LeBau. The doctor is waiting for you.", says the cow.
"Huh? How did he know..?", stutters a surprised Gambit.
"He knows. Follow me, please."
They walk through the wonder-filled mansion. Gambit is dazzled by the strong magical aura of the place, but manages to walk somewhat straight. Finally, they reach a mystical room where a cloaked figure is sitting in an armchair. Suddenly an electric bolt appears out of nowhere and flies screeching at Gambit! Barely evading it, he loads a few cards with energy and hurls the at the figure. Oddly enough, his cards lose their inertia instantly and fall on the floor, powereless.
"Welcome to my mansion, x-man. I see that you have a lot of potential to be unlocked. Please, be welcome.", says the cloaked man and gestures Gambit to sit down.
"Be welcome..?! What was that lightning show all about then?", grunts Gambit.
"A mere test. Now, why have you come here to see the Sorcerer Supreme?", asks the mysterious man.
"My reasons are my own, and I will tell them to him only!", states Remy.
The man casts the hood of his cloak down, revealing a middle-aged head. Black hair with gray streaks starting at his temples is well combed.
"Well, here I am. The doc is in!"