White Devil, Gold Heart

My name's Remy LeBeau, I'm a professor at d'Jean Grey Institute in Westchester, New York. Come on in, I show you a ragin' good time.

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'Sup, kiddo?

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[Goes over leans on the back of his chair.]

Egads, seein’ you all domestic lookin’ is weird.

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Happens, but I do need t'grade dese papers, else Logan o' Kitty'll skin me.

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'Sup, kiddo?

sparkylation started following you

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Oh not much, Cajun. Yourself?

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Ain' too much, petite. Gradin' papers.

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'Sup, kiddo?

sparkylation started following you

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I know how t'find 'im.

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[He eases, a small amount of guilt washing over him.]

Sorry, Remy.  It’s become a habit to use codenames.  It’s all we ever use anymore on Utopia, save for about three people who still call me ‘Scott’.  

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We ain' on Utopia, Scott. Dis a school, not a paramilitary base.

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I know how t'find 'im.

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That wasn’t my call.

[Scott tensed at his final sentence.  His jaw was tight, and his footing adjusted slightly, automatically.]  What would you prefer…?  [He kept himself from offering an answer of his own]

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My name is Remy. Yo' friend, you son-of-a-bitch! So mebbe I don' like it when my friends use my god damn call sign in place a my name.

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I know how t'find 'im.

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Ororo looked after you without my say so, Gambit.  Hell, if I had to ask her to, I’d wonder who she was and what she’d done with Storm.  You know that as well as anyone.  If I needed more than that, I asked, understand?

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I figgered dat, I jus' wish she'da come'n said hi.

Don' call me Gambit.

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I know how t'find 'im.

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No one, yet.  Kitty made me promise I wouldn’t go military at her school unless we had to lock it down.  We’ve just been keeping an eye on you, Lorna, and Warren.  Nothing more invasive than what I ask you in person.  

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Keepin' an eye on me?! Who'd y'have doin' it?! I swear t'God if you risked Ororo b'cause y'wanted t'keep a god damn eye on my when all y'need t'do is ask, I'mma break my foot off in yo' ass, Scott Summers.

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I know how t'find 'im.

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I’m not.

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...Who else is under surveillance?

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I know how t'find 'im.

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Figure of speech, Gambit.  We’ll put them on surveillance if we have to.

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I was kiddin', Cyclops.

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I know how t'find 'im.

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Dammit!  Alright, on the positive, we know we have time on the three of you.  I’ll have Emma pick up those profile scans, we’ll brief the kids.  Sinister’s dominoes can’t fall unless someone says yes, right?  Let’s make sure they all practice their ‘Just Say No’.

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"Remember kids, if a demonic nonentity want in y'head, jus' say no."

Yeah, I t'ink it'll take mo'n dat, Scott.

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I know how t'find 'im.

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Good to know.  

Then come on, talk to me.  What’ve we got?

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Well, Wings gave me t'ree bits a info. One, Lorna will be second. Two, War will be d'youngest an' d'first. Which means it gotta be someone else, cuz Warren an' I're older'n Lorna. Mebbe one a d'students? An' t'ree, he t'inks Apocalypse is God.

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I know how t'find 'im.

[Stands in the foyer and breathes in deep]

SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTT!

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[Rushes down the stairs, adjusting his visor.]

WHAT?!

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Don' worry, I ain' bein' a dick.

I got news. Big news. Wings jus' tol' me some a d'creepiest shit.

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I know how t'find 'im.

[Stands in the foyer and breathes in deep]

SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTT!

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Ah love you, too. Now, c’mon. Let’s go save the day. [smiles at him]

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Yeah, yeah, o' die tryin'. I know how it goes.

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[Turns away from the door and throws her arms around his neck.]

You are gonna be fine, baby. Look at meh. You are pefect, an’ we’re gonna keep you that way. But we don’t have time right now. [Grants him a slower but short kiss.] We sound the alarm, and then we cuddle all the bad away. Okay?

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[Part of it is reflex, part of it desperation as his arms wind about her waist and he kisses her back just as passionately, even if it was a bit brief]

I love you.

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Oh-oh mah God. Remy—Remy!! We need to talk to Scott! [Lorna’s next.] You go to Scott. Ah’m gonna… Ah’m gonna go find Lorna. 

[Pulls him to her, kisses him.] They got the drop, it’s okay, we knew they would. We are gonna be fine, shugah, and so are you. [Kisses him again before standing up.]

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I know, chere, I know, I jus'...

Jus' fo a minute, couldja hold me? [He looks her in the eyes as he returns both of the kisses, standing] I'm scared, Marie. 'Mterrified.

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[Makes room for him on the bed, tucking her hair behind her ear]

What happened, baby? What did Warren say?

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He dropped t'ree real big bombs. Firs' 'e said d'youngest would be first. Den dat Lorna would be next. Dis means A- Lorna is second. An' B- Whoe'er it is be younger'n Lorna, since bot' Warren an' I're older'n her.

Bomb t'ree? He said d'Lord brought him, Lorna an' I t'get'a. I t'ink Apocalypse is God t'him.