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Character Name: Remy LeBeau
Character Fandom: X-Men Evolution

[Option A]

[It's a bright and sunshiny day, and Gambit is not entirely amused that he has found himself back in Luceti. He's even less amused that he came back remembering everything that entails, although it has certainly come in handy, and at least he was not in a box this time around. The annoying thing is not knowing if anyone is even still here.

So, off he goes, shirtless and completely shameless, making his way through town and stopping just about anybody who looks familiar to ask the one very important question:]

So what'd I miss? Whole lotta nothin', non?

[Option B]

[It's been a couple of weeks, and Gambit has settled back in completely. The bad news about this is that it means he has officially gotten restless. And a restless Gambit is more or less a pain in everybody's behind, although, thankfully, he is taking it out on the Battle Dome instead of anything (or anyone) else.

Today, that means a full-scale swamp battle being carefully coded into the simulator, complete with radioactive giant alligators. Possibly with frickin' laser beams on their heads. You know, for the challenge. Of course.

The fact that he's taking his sweet time coding all of this in might be enough to attract suspicion all on its own...]

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[That that Rogue particularly objects to the view that New Feather season occasionally provides, but she was not expecting to walk to the stables and get an eye-full of this.

He's back.

Briefly, she wonders if she could just dodge him.]

[Unfortunately, her mouth has a mind of its own, and apparently a pair of legs or some kind of engine, because it's off and running without her permission.]

This ain't the bayou, Cajun. Don't you have any sense of class?

[It didn't matter, really, if he didn't remember again. It didn't matter. It didn't. Because she knew who he was, now, and she'd have said the same thing to him any time-- maybe. Possibly. Who even knows why she's saying it this time?]

[Ororo walks up to stand next to Remy, peering down at the program he's oh so carefully designing. She isn't very impressed.]

... Radioactive alligators, Remy?

[Just who he was looking for. Or. Well. One of the people he was looking for. But definitely the one he was looking for the most. Considering the royal mess of things that he remembers (fuzzily) from his time here before, he's a little surprised to get even this much of a greeting, but he can't deny that it's something of a relief. It's better than a punch in the jaw.

And so, he greets her with a warm smile. And doesn't bother trying to be modest, because let's face it, he knows he looks damn good without a shirt.]

'Course I do. Jus' so happens I was on my way to get me a shirt.

[The warmth of the smile is matched by the soft glow of his eyes. A silent 'good to see you.' Those kinds of formalities tend to go unsaid around here, after all.] But I don't see you complainin' 'bout the view either, chere.

[Remy grins wickedly, but otherwise doesn't break his concentration as he continues typing in parameters. This is going to be perfect. And - bonus! - entertaining for a good while. In spite of still working, though, he answers Ororo cheerily.]

Wit' laserbeams. Don't forget that part.

[While on a break from Logan's training session, he can't be mesmerized peeking over at Gambit's gorgeous battle simulation. What is this, the cool kid's side?]

Whoa! Totally far out, man!

[Dryly,] I don't think I could have even if I tried. You're certainly being very... creative with this program, aren't you?

[It's totally the cool kid's side. Just look at the lasers. That's really all the confirmation you need. Gambit grins.]

You wantin' in on it?

[Because he can absolutely fix this thing for more than one player.]

[Okay, he'll actually turn away from the console for a moment.]

Gets real borin' 'round here. Gotta keep t'ings int'restin'. You gotta admit, this - [He gestures to his glorious code.] - is int'restin'.

[Somehow this is much more convincing for Kurt than Adele's testimony of his character. He just makes the usual check to make sure Logan's not snarling over his shoulder and nods eagerly.]

Count me in!

[Gambit doesn't miss the glance over his shoulder and quirks an eyebrow.]

You ain't draggin' me in on playin' hooky, are you? You gotta tell a man 'bout that kinda t'ing.

[Entirely joking. It's just more fun to amp up fear of Wolverine when it's not your own skin on the line. ~~Yet.~~]

[She crosses her arms under her chest.] Is there a petition I can sign?

[She sounded defensive. She was defensive. Gambit always managed to throw her off track, and it wasn't because of his - frankly - beautiful body, or stunning eyes, though that probably had something to do with it. It was the irritating way he managed to slip underneath her skin, and she was still angry with him about all the rest, about how he'd left and what he'd said to her in that stupid card that she'd still stupidly kept.

But she didn't know if she was being fair or not - and found, with Gambit, that she didn't much care.]

So I take it you remember the lay of the land.

[The trolling kind of nabs him as usual, but he tries to wave it off cooly.]

Hey, it's cool. Totally! He was going to be focusing on the girls next, anyway. [He still gives another suspicious glance around.]

[Aaand there's the defensiveness. Maybe he hasn't been gone as long as he suspected. It's hard to tell, but whatever the case, it's not winter here anymore. Rather than get defensive himself, though, he decides to roll with it.]

Sure I do. Clothes shop that way, hot springs that'a'way, Battle Dome 'way over there. And over there's a li'l ol' place I ain't allowed to go 'til it's after 3. [He thinks he may have mixed up the springs and the Battle Dome, but hell, it's the last part that's important. He gives her a lazy grin.]

How'd I do?

[The second glance earns a soft snort of amusement, but Remy just shakes his head and fixes a few parameters in his code. More gators, more lasers.]

If the door gets kicked in by a wolverine halfway t'rough this, don' say I didn't give you a choice 'bout it.

A whole lot of everything Rems, same as ever. All the fun happens after the young ones go to sleep, don't you know that?

[Low and offhand and muttered and not at all attentive to the fact that the voice speaking in Gambit's voice was at all real. Not for the first few seconds. It's something she did often, the muttering, especially since he left and she could still hear him bugging her and whining and muttering himself in the back of her head.

Then she stops. Goes still. And carefully turns to look at Gambit in full and see him, really and truly see him.]

...Remy?

[That reaction would probably be a whole lot funnier if this were anyone other than Adele staring at him like he's risen from the grave. As it is, there's a twinge of guilt, but he still offers her a smile. And spreads his hands in a silent "the one and only" gesture.]

Hey, sis. Take it you been holdin' down the fort.

It's certainly different. [She gives him a little grin.] But I suppose I can't blame you for wanting to have a little bit of fun with it. Though I have to wonder if it isn't so ridiculous that it defeats the purpose of a training exercise.

I am shocked an' hurt, ma'am. [Yeah, the huge grin on your face really gets that message across, Remy.] 'Course it still counts as a trainin' exercise. S'gonna be real hard, dodgin' all them lasers.

[Rolling her eyes!]

And when, pray tell, do you think you will ever have to dodge laser-wielding crocodiles?

[For once, he actually manages a straight face.]

Roun' dis place? Could be next week.

No one else would.

[There's a moment more of that utterly still shock before she shakes her head and goes loose again- lips twisted in something fond, exasperated, and thoroughly amused.]

How long has it been? To you.

[He pauses to consider that a moment, then finally just gives a massive shrug.]

Ain't no time at all, back home. But I still remember everythin' from when I was here las' time. [Pained look.] I prob'ly ain't ever gonna figure that one out, so I ain't even gonna try.

[Okay, so that actually gets a chuckle out of her.]

Mm. Point taken.

So, I don't suppose you have a strategy for taking these lasers down, do you?

I'll be the selfish one to say that I'm glad for it. I don't know if I'd be able to stand getting you to trust me all over again.

[Especially if she can't exactly remember how or what it was she'd done to earn it before or how to replicate it.

Still...he's here. He remembers, and it's more than enough to have her leaning in to wrap her arms around him.]

I might have missed you.

[The chuckle makes him grin again and go back to his typing.]

Y'know, I was jus' plannin' on figurin' it out as I went. Might be I'll find a way to get 'em attackin' each other.

[There's another twinge of guilt, which is probably a dumb thing considering he really didn't have a say in whether or not he went home. But still, he wraps his arms around her as well.]

Désolé. Didn't mean to jus' disappear like that. I was hopin' you'd still be here when I got back.

Not your fault, Chou-chou. You can't help what this place does.

[If she held every disappearance and reappearance against the individuals doing said disappearing and reappearing she'd be irritated with everyone. And exhausted.]

You know, you shouldn't rush into everything headlong, Gambit. [Ororo idly straightens her gloves.] But that does sound like a promising idea. Would you like some backup for this simulation?

[She gives him a smile, unclasping her cape from her shoulders. Last time she'd been in the bayou, it had made it hard to get around.]

[Hearing "not your fault" is something he will never be used to, he thinks. It's nice, though. He gives her a soft pat on the back, trying to be reassuring.]

Speakin' of... them Malnosso ever come out of their hidey-holes or are we all still waitin'?

Long enough to haul us out for another draft. On a flying fortress. It was fun.

[Lies, all of it. Except the part that was true.]

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