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Post by Magneto on Dec 23, 2003 13:22:00 GMT -4
Magneto had opened the door and was just about to exit when Gambit made his second insubordinate remark. He shut the door without walking out and turned around slowly.
“Let me make one thing clear to you Gambit, something that I think you seem to have forgotten.” As he talked in slow and even tones he moved across the room to stand in front of the war-tattered mutant. Gambit’s hair began to stand on end from the magnetic energy that was gathering in the room, even the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood straight out.
“My position here has changed nothing as far as you are concerned. If I say to you that I will come back later because I have further questions-you will have no problem with that whatsoever.” His voice was steady, and cold as the wintry north. “Do I make myself clear so far?”<br>
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Post by Gambit on Dec 23, 2003 13:30:12 GMT -4
Gambit’s gaze was unwavering as he squared off against his boss. Feeling his hair stand on end, he eventually looked down, his fists clenched tight.
Pickin’ a fight right now ain’t gonna do nobody no good. De sooner you back down, an’ act like de loyal lapdog you spose ta be, de sooner he’ll leave you alone.
“Fine. But I can’t guarantee you’ll like de answers I got ta give,” Gambit replied, trying to keep his tone even.
I don’ like de answers I got ta give…
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Post by Magneto on Dec 23, 2003 13:37:22 GMT -4
Reading Gambit's thoughts Magneto sent his own back. Picking a fight with me would be foolish on many levels. One way or the other I will get the information from you. If threats are needed I am not above those measures, and believe me, they will not be idle threats!
He stood as still as a statue for a moment before turning to go. "If you work with me you will find we get along a lot better, Gambit."
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Post by Gambit on Dec 23, 2003 13:51:05 GMT -4
If he wants ta know what happened, why don’ he take it right outta my head? If only he could take it out permanently…
Growling as Magneto left the room, Gambit slammed the door shut behind him. Grabbing the chair from the corner of the room, he flung it at the door, shattering the piece of furniture. Sinking to the floor, he grasped desperately at his injured side, taking a few strangled breaths.
I never had dis much trouble wit’ my shields before. It seems everyone be readin’ my mind lately!
After everything that had happened, Remy was completely exhausted. Pulling himself up into the bed, he curled up into a ball. The pain was almost enough to knock him out. Almost…<br>
Reaching out with his empathy, he let the barrage of emotions hit him, everything from sorrow to guilt, loss to anger. His senses completely overwhelmed, he switched it off just before falling into unconciousness.
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Post by Callisto on Dec 23, 2003 17:00:28 GMT -4
Taken aback by Magneto, Callisto regained her senses as the two went into the room, leaving her in the hall. Shaking her head, she put an ear to the door, and easily found out what she wanted to. Or most of it.
After a while, she heard Magneto come towards the door. Quickly moving into the room next to her, she waited until he left, then came back around, to find Gambit still in his room. Wanting to do something, she quietly knocked on the door. "Gambit?"Hearing no reply, she pushed the door open.
Seeing him laying there unconsious, Callisto's instincts to take care of the hurt and unwanted took over. After all, he was one of the few people who understood what I felt like at times, besides....Logan.... Shaking her head to clear it, she pulled some rags from her side where she had been helping the Morlocks, and wet them. Trying to clean his scars the best she could, she wasn't sure if he would wake up or not.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 23, 2003 20:13:45 GMT -4
After some time, Remy slowly became aware of his surroundings, and more accurately, the warm hand on his arm.
“Rogue?” he muttered, before forcing his eyes open a crack. But the face that greeted made them shoot open wide.
“Callie? What you doin’ here?” he asked, genuinely surprised. It was at that moment that he noticed the wet cloth in her hand. He furrowed his brow slightly, trying to clear his foggy head.
Why would she wanna help me?
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Post by Callisto on Dec 23, 2003 21:46:57 GMT -4
Smiling at his thought she was Rogue, she nodded. "I'm helping you becuase I know what it would feel like to have someone die and then there death is all your fault, because of who you are". As an after thought, Callisto continued.
"Besides, you look pretty dented up, and I figure that all these people who are worried about Lo....". Pausing, she wasn't sure if she should say that name. "About...Logan...". Glancing up, she quickly went on. "That they might have at least shown you the kindness to leave you alone. I know I've wished many a time to be that way". Wiping the damp cloth on his cuts, she didn't say any more, waiting for him to approve or not.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 23, 2003 22:18:55 GMT -4
“I don’ deserve deir kindness… or yours,” Remy replied, but he didn’t pull away. He simply watched as Callisto ran the cloth over the punctures in his arm.
“Dere ain’t not’in’ wrong wit’ bein’ alone. You can’t hurt nobody if dere be no one aroun’ ta hurt,” he muttered, closing his eyes, and laying his head back on the pillow. He was too tired to argue, too tired to care, and too tired to pretend. If the Sentinals were to return solely for him at that very moment, he doubted he would put up a fight.
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Post by Callisto on Dec 24, 2003 12:45:19 GMT -4
Finishing up, she washed out the cloth and put it away. "I'll leave you alone. I don't know what else to do for you, but at least your wounds have been mildly treated".
Stepping away from the bed, she turned and opened the door. "Oh," Callisto added, "if you need anything, I'll be around". Walking down the hallway, she was puzzled by why she just did what she did. Maybe I want to be near the person who was last with him. Or maybe I'm getting soft. Either way....
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Post by Gambit on Dec 24, 2003 13:23:19 GMT -4
As the door closed behind Callisto, Gambit’s puzzled expression strangely mirrored her own. She didn’t blame him, she didn’t judge him… all she did was help him, with no benefit to herself.
After watching the door for another minute, Gambit finally lay his head back down, staring up at the ceiling.
I guess we can add confusion ta dat jumble o’ emotions I already feelin’…
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