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Gambit & Mystique - Too Hot To Handle

Mystique: smiles at Remy Hello, trouble :)

Gambit: It’s at the Sunday after the infamous ‘Danger Room Incident’ that Remy sits down beside Raven at dinner for the first time. Actually, it’s the first time Remy has ever sat down next to anyone. She’s cut her hair since last week – it’s now almost buzzed at the sides, though still a bit longer on top, and there’s what looks to be a healing burn-mark artistically splashed across her left cheek.
“I see cook has approached de Sunday roast with his usual zeal,” she says as she places her plate on the table, shooting a sidelong smirk in Raven’s direction and cutting a slice from her beef. It’s far from overdone, but it’s apparently not as pink as she would like. “Dere’s only two ways to have beef – cooked in sauce, or raw. Dis dry roasted stuff is no good.”
Mystique: heh
you should take over cooking for a bit. I’m with you on the rare front. But I guess this is how Charles likes it.
New hair?
Gambit: Remy glances up at her bangs as though surveying them afresh. “I s’pose so,” she says, pursing her lips momentarily. “Needed a change. It was gettin’ a bit… burnt… at de sides, you know.”
Mystique: I guess it did, a little. You feeling OK?
Gambit: “Oh, I’m fine, chére. Just keepin’ on my toes.” Remy smirks and pops a forkful of liberally gravied roast beef into her mouth, chewing expressively for a moment before swallowing with a roll of her eyes that says ‘that took too long’. “Anyway, dere ain’t nothin’ dat boy can surprise me with but I call fire an unfair advantage. Just gotta work out how to get around it.”
Mystique: heh
He is a bit of a… well… firecracker, I guess
It’s an interesting challenge
Gambit: “He’s a one trick pony,” the other girl asserts with a graceful flick of her hand. “But daaamn… Dat’s quite a trick.”
Mystique: That’s true
I presume you are wanting to be ready for round 2?
Gambit: “Oh, chére…” Remy chuckles and shakes her head. “We’re way past round two by now. But I’ve yet to really pay him back for the Danger Room. Dat was just…” She shook her head, making a face.
((woops, sorry, I will occasionally slip into past tense because it’s how I’m used to writing, bear with me/ignore it))
Mystique: (np)
he needs to learn to rein himself in for sure. In the end, we are all on the same side, in theory, at least
If he doesn’t believe that, why is he here?
nibbles the roast delicately
Gambit: “Dat boy don’t need to rein himself in – he need to let himself go,” Remy says with some vigour. “He got no imagination – it’s just fireball dis, flame dat. Don’t get me wrong, it’s effective…” Remy runs a hand across the buzzed side of her head and round to the back, stroking the back of her head momentarily – it must be at that length where it’s just past spiky and it’s all soft but tickley. “But it won’t get ‘im very far. I need to show him dat you can’t just rely on one trick de whole time.”
Mystique: Well, Hank’s danger room must have more than one setting
Gambit: “D’you think it has one with lots of water?” Remy asks with a chuckle.
Mystique: Oh, I am sure he would love the chance to whip one of those up :D
or wind – lots of wind? He needs the flame to start, right? That’s why he always has the lighter…
Gambit: Remy looks at Raven then with wide eyes – clearly something has just occurred to her. “De lighter. Of course.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I’m such an idiot.”
Mystique: and I’m no scientist but flame needs oxygen…
Gambit: “But non, it is so simple, chére, we just need to steal dat damn lighter and he won’t have his spark. Of course, it would be unfair to leave him no way to use his power… but dat’s where de danger room comes in. I wonder if I can sweet-talk Hank into helping me teach ‘Pyro’ a lesson… Of course, I won’t be able to get close enough to ‘im to steal de lighter. He’s always on guard around me…” At this, Remy glances sidelong at Raven and, in spite of her red eyes, manages to give her a suitably ‘puppy dog’ like expression, all cute and pouty.
Mystique: tries to keep serious but can’t stop a smile coming over her face
I suppose I could watch and have a think about the best way to get hold of it…
we would have to give it back to him though
um
eventually
Gambit: “Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure we could find a way to return it,” Remy says. “Once he’d suffered a little.” She shoots Raven a grateful smile.
Mystique: Not too much though. We do need to learn to work together. If he’s staying, anyway
Gambit: “Ah, ma chére, ever the good student… you… think he might not stay?” Remy asks at this, raising an eyebrow.
Mystique: I don’t know. It’s the first time I’ve really seen him so… out there. There’s friendly competition and there’s unfriendly competition. Although I suppose that no-one got too cooked and we all survived..
Gambit: “Well, I did wind him up. Mind you, he shouldn’t ’ave been so easy to wind up.”
Mystique: We all have things to learn. I think that’s one of the things John needs to work on. Power isn’t much without control…
Gambit: “Dat’s right!” Remy smirked, a little of the super-cocky ‘Gambit’ of the Danger Room showing. “I suppose you would know dat better than anyone. Your power… dat’s all about control. I suppose you must have to be in control all de time when you’re in another form…”
Mystique: winces a little yeah…
all the time
Gambit: Remy clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “Dat’s gotta be hard sometimes. ’Specially under pressure.”
Mystique: yeah, it’s not always easy. But, y’know. Charles says so much depends on it, on keeping everyone safe…
Gambit: “You gotta make time for yourself too though, chére,” Remy said. “Do you ever even get to be yourself? Outside de mansion, I mean.”
Mystique: looks shocked
hell no
too much of a risk, for me, for everyone
I remember what it was like when I was learning to control it. People thought I was a monster…
Gambit: “Dey ain’t never gonna think notin’ else if dey don’t get the chance. When I was born they called me Le Diable Blanc – the white devil – because of my eyes, y’know?” She shrugged. “Life goes on.”
Mystique: Yeah, I guess. Maybe I hide too much…
Maybe I haven’t dealt with it because I can hide, if you know what I mean…
Gambit: “Don’t get me wrong, sometimes hiding is smart. But chére…” Remy reaches and touches her fingertips to Raven’s wrist where it lies on the table, holding her fork – presumably in a gesture of support although there’s a slight trace of quite literal static electricity as she does so that’s presumably accidental.. “You can’t hide forever. It’s not good for de soul.”
Mystique: Funnily enough, I had a similar conversation not so long ago…
Gambit: “Oh?” That eyebrow cocks again.
Mystique: Eric was here. We had a chance to catch up.
Gambit: “Magneto?”
Mystique: yeah
Came to see Charles. He does now and again.
Gambit: “And what did Erik say?”
Mystique: He’s not a fan of me hiding either
Gambit: “And what does Raven say?” Remy’s almost teasing, now, though without the venom Raven’s seen from her in the past.
Mystique: wry smile
that I think he has a point?
very briefly Raven’s eyes flicker and become golden, glowing, before reverting to her normal brown
Gambit: Remy’s expression lights up a little with interest at this. “Now dere’s a li’l sometin’ I’d like to see more of,” she says. “You must let me meet the real Raven, sometime – or Mystique – or whoever she is. I bet she’s a sight worth seeing.”
Mystique: chuckles
we’ll see

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