Gambit

This is an independent RP/ask blog for Gambit, a mutant character from Marvel. His background is an original interpretation mix of comicverse, the X-Men animated series, X-Men Evolution, and Wolverine & the X-Men. This is a sideblog so I cannot follow back.

[rogueslove]

[caligaree-blog]

[fiftytwogrenades]

Oliver. And the orange one is Lucifer, and the white one is Fargo.

Gambit + Cats in All New X-Factor

[lukas31gif-blog]

-In me the tiger sniffes the rose.

[thedarcydichotomy2]

Darcy’s nose scrunched and she huffed, “You can’t just give a straight answer can you? I’m still not a mutant, so I don’t think I get the membership package for that, or get to start using ‘us’.” Her fingers twitched around the word, before dropping back down to drum against the table. “Y’know, this is one of those times I really wished I could just plain trust you. I mean, I know you’re probably not gonna freak on me if I told you what happened, but then it’s the other hand, and what if someone offered you a wad of cash for me? If the price is right, right?” She slipped her own glasses on, grimacing for a second as the prescription warped her vision. She didn’t need the things anymore, but it was habit to wear them still.

[fiftytwogrenades]

He froze, suddenly glad that the shades hid most of his expression. She had hit very close to home and he wasn't sure he could reassure her anything otherwise. Whether or not she was a mutant or any other kind of superhuman made no difference-- he thought of them all in the same pool together. But he had sold out other mutants before. He used to do it quite often... like she said. If the price was right.

Remy picked at the surface of the table and stared as the seconds dragged by and he tried to think of how he could possibly soothe her fears. He doubted he would be able to sell her out at this point. Not after he knew the person and certainly not after-- what had happened to the Morlocks.

At the sudden mental image of her face washed up in the red-orange water of the Morlock tunnels he coughed and half-turned suddenly, bringing a hand to his lips and rubbing at the stubble on his chin. He was not going to heave at a memory-- however fresh that was on his conscience. God, he knew exactly how serious it was to sell his own kind, mutant or superhuman. That was still not a guarantee.

"You're right. I told you I was de bad guy. I don't owe my allegiance to you and I've done unimaginably horrible t'ings. But I'm not a murderer, Darcy. I'm a t'ief. Mutants an' superhumans alike gotta stick up for each ot'er because it's de only t'ing dey got going for dem in dis world. If y'want to stay away den I understand." He held up his hands in surrender and took a step back.

[fiftytwogrenades]

No Rest For the Wicked || Darcy & Remy

[thedarcydichotomy2]

"I dunno if miss is the right wo- woah, who’d you lose a bet to to end up in that shirt?" Darcy had turned as she’d spoken, managing to hide the brief moment when she’d realised he’d actually shown (her expression was probably some ridiculous mix of alarm and relief). The vibrancy of his shirt caught her off guard though, and she couldn’t help but tease him about it.

Picking up her drink toyed with the straw before popping it back in her mouth and sipping slowly. “You know, I’d convinced myself you weren’t actually gonna show up”, she said, leaning in to him to be heard over the music. Not that it was so loud, yet, but enough she could use it as an excuse.

Darcy’s thoughts had gone in a constant circle for the last few days, reiterating every reason why seeing him again was a bad idea, and every time it had been followed up by that annoying little niggling but.

"Drink", she asked, nodding at the bar, before glancing down at her nearly empty glass. "Or we can skip all the idle stuff and get straight in to seeing how good your moves are?"

[fiftytwogrenades]

"'Ey, I like it," he protested with a grin. "If y'didn't miss me at least I can say you can't possibly now." Remy rested his elbows on the bar and glanced at her choice of drink and considered ordering-- or not since he didn't want to be the only one drinking after she was done.

"So little faith in me. Also, you are hot." He spread a hand to establish his point as valid guarantee to show up. "Did de plan to get Remy drunk and cross-examine him not last the first glass? Not dat I'm complainin'. Come on!" He leaped to his feet and grabbed her hand.

[fifthx]

"Very well then, technically speaking, were you born of two Earth—er, human parents? If so,  you have your answer there. Mutations do not make you less human, they do not change your species, at least as far as I would be aware."

[fiftytwogrenades]

"Ah, but species evolve. If de mutation is dramatic enough den wouldn't dere at least eventually be two different species? Or at de perhaps it is a subspecies of humanity."

He grinned. "Excuse me. I'm feelin' rat'er philosophical today, it seems."

[fifthx]

“Am I even human?” -- fiftytwogrenades

Send one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts

"I am not trying to sound flip when I ask this, but isn’t that something you would know yourself?"

[fiftytwogrenades]

"I suppose it's a question of technicalities, homme. I'm not certain if mutants are a subspecies of human or a totally different species altoget'er."

[fiftytwogrenades]

No Rest For the Wicked || Darcy & Remy

[thedarcydichotomy2]

Darcy had sent Remy a text in response as she got back to the labs, not able to hide the amused smirk that graced her features as she did.

[message] Where’s the fun if I just tell you? You can just try your luck and see how far you get.

She followed that up with the address of the club, and then shoved her phone away. It would have been way too easy to get in to a flirting tetatet, so she duly shoved all thoughts of Remy and dancing and closeness aside until Saturday rolled around.

She’d spent ten minutes standing out front, leaning against the brick wall, before deciding she needed a drink before she could actually relax about what she was doing here. Heading inside she slid on to a stool at the bar, ordered a sweet vodka, and tried to not look like she was keeping too much of an eye on the door.

[fiftytwogrenades]

Remy took the lack of response to his texts in stride: he continued to compose them as often as he pleased, ranging from images of evidently every cat he encountered for the next few days to a dark snapshot of a pole dancer's ass and a badly misspelled accompanying message insisting that the dancer reminded him of Darcy.

None of them were ever sent. His thumb always hovered over the send and then slipped away, regardless of how drunk he was. Something at the back of his mind was warning him that this girl out of all girls was not really one he should get involved with. He lived by a rule, and that was that the line between work and play should never get so blurred he couldn't find it.

She was associated with SHIELD, if not actually an agent. It had been part of the exhilaration and amusement to make a date with her right has he cleaned out her boss's belongings. If she should ever change her mind about flinging with him and actually seek to hurt him-- that was something Remy was careful about. His interest here was supposed to be purely physical. Admittedly, she had an impressive set of chest accessories.

When he finally showed up at the club he was wearing exactly the same thing she'd first met him in, although he had changed his shirt to a bright fuchsia of all things. He swaggered right up to her and straddled the neighboring stool, grinning broadly. "Miss me, mamzelle?"

[thedarcydichotomy2]

"All my friends were in New York", Darcy said flatly. Thinking on the weeks spent in the cage, with nothing but doctors to come in to poke and prod and question, not even Jane or Thor being let in to see her…she’d thought she was going to die, been told as much. She hadn’t actually given a lot of thought to what she’d tell people if she survived. "Remember when we first met? And you found out the powers I had were a temporary thing? What would it mean if I had something that maybe wasn’t so temporary now?" 

[fiftytwogrenades]

He glanced at her sidelong, trying to weigh his response. Whatever had happened to her, it started to sound like 'being dead' really would have been a viable theory. "Like I said den, y'got to protect y'rself," he said seriously, unfolding a pair of sunglasses and slipping them on over his own red-on-black eyes. "Chère, I'm de last man on Earth who would judge y'for havin' powers. Sometimes dey ain't so good ones, but dat's what makes us who we are."

[thedarcydichotomy2]

I should definitely 100% be asleep now.

It’s after midnight, and I’m making myself sick with how many nights I’ve stayed up too late and not gotten enough sleep for my system.

Except today - I’m pretty sure the queasiness came from a bad coffee, not exhaustion.

[fiftytwogrenades]

// Good grief, sleeeeeeeeeep please. Don't make yourself sick, sweetie.

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     ❝What’s green and red and goes really fast?              …A frog in a blender.❞

[fiftytwogrenades]

"Y'kill it, y'eat it."

[lilkisara]

[thedarcydichotomy2]

"No. I mean…what? I lost my phone", Darcy hedged, and wanted to bury her head. Everything was overwhelming, and that especially went for Remy right then. She could smell the mutant of him, a tangible thing so strong it sat at the back of her throat. "Besides, it’s not like you’d have been messed up over it if I did die". 

[fiftytwogrenades]

"Use a friend's. Unless of course-- all of Darcy's friends are over de internet an' she hasn't told dem she isn't dead eit'er." He stopped gesturing and hesitated. "Mebbe not permanently, like bein' hit by bus. Is somet'in' wrong, sha?"

[thedarcydichotomy2]

"Chill out, it’s not that weird for someone to go social network silent for a few weeks. I’m back, I’m totally, completely, perfectly fine."

Don’t say anything about how good they smell, don’t say it!

[fiftytwogrenades]

He chuckled and leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. "Fille, wit' my luck when dey go silent dey are dead. It's always polite to send a occasional lil' 'I'm still alive' text, no?"

[thesuperheroesnetwork]

[fiftytwogrenades]

No Rest For the Wicked || Darcy & Remy

[thedarcydichotomy2]

Darcy took her phone back, rotating it slowly between her hands. “It’s not like I know you that well”, she replied, trying to push off of saying anything definitive. On principle she shouldn’t like him, should see right through the charm and the accent to the selfish attitude and terrible job choice.

But she wasn’t. She was wanting to spend more time with him, to know more and understand, maybe.

Glancing down at her phone, she turned the screen on and tapped away, fingers darting across the screen rapidly. 

"Check your messages", she said shortly, throwing the last of her coffee down her throat and standing up. She threw him a short mock salute, before walking away, pinching at the bridge of her nose. This was a mess but…well…she’d said the important bits in her text. Whatever repercussions were coming would come and she’d deal with those then.

[message] You’re kind of a prick, but at least you’re cute. And I’m maybe very ok with getting up closer with the dancing. Long way of saying I like you enough despite what you do, so don’t stand me up.

[fiftytwogrenades]

He glanced at his phone as it lit with a new message and then up at her as she stood. Remy grinned and returned the salute with a couple fingers, not bother to stand or otherwise recognize her leaving. "Y'got to work on it den, no? Until we meet again, chère."

Once she was gone he leaned back to scroll over the text. Remy LeBeau grinned as he read her message. Of course he wasn't going to dump this fille, not before the date. Whatever did she take him for? Remy stood, leaving the breakfast rubbish and left the cafe, vaulting a short decorative fence and striding back to his hotel, perfectly pleased with himself.

[message] I'm an irresistibly charming person. I'll be there so worry your heart no more. Talk to me about how close though.

[rogueslove]