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| Spitfire | Dec 15 2010, 12:19 AM Post #1 |
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Time: 5.30pm Date: November 5th Since the end of Murderworld, time had been passing in one bizarre blur. Jac had slept little, taunted by nightmares of what had happened as well as what could have happened, along with the revelations of that night. On arrival in Sanctuary, she had heard the beginnings of some issue with Gambit, but had swiftly passed out and had missed what was going on. However, now she knew the story and she felt a little sick inside. Remy, her friend, was a traitor to their cause. The sickness that the blonde felt was a combination of several things…he had always been so nice to her, a sort of surrogate big brother in the absence of her own, he had always listened to her and taken her seriously and she had confided in him…now Jac had to wonder how much of that had been sincere and how much of befriending her had been part of the act that had been his cover within the Brotherhood. Curiosity killed the cat, or so they said, but this had never bothered Jac before; her curiosity had often gotten the better of her, and today was no different. Impassively she had asked Magneto if and extra help was needed around Sanctuary because of many members of the Brotherhood still recuperating, and if any help was needed especially in the prison area of the mutant paradise. The girl had hinted her displeasure at the discovery of traitors and had been granted work detail within the prison. It was not the most pleasant of jobs, but Jac did it, leaving the Cajun to see to last in the hopes she could maybe snatch a few minutes to talk to him. Maybe Magneto had even hoped for that, she thought as she headed down the corridor. Arriving at the door, she took a breath and pulled the hatch down with a loud rattle, crouching just a little to look through the gap in the door. “Dinner’s up,” she called out, her voice echoing around the long, narrow corridor as she shoved the tray towards the gap and waited for the thief to come and claim it. Her voice was dull and rather low, but a million questions were flying around inside her head at an incredible speed that was almost too much for even her to keep up with. “So…” she trailed off, unable to even start a question, her hands shaking as they held the dinner tray. Jac had heard about what had happened and what had happened after…No doubt Remy was in a world of pain and the thought of that hurt, despite the conflicting emotions tearing at her. “I’d ask if you were okay, but I don’t think my English wit is appropriate fare right now…” the little blonde said after a pause, trying to inject some humour into the situation as she usually did when times grew tough. Jac looked away from the slit in the door, her eyes not quite focusing on the thick door at the very end of the corridor that were a few hand scans and guards between her and the fresh air of outside. It was November 5th in the real world, she realised. Fitting, really... |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Dec 16 2010, 01:57 AM Post #2 |
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Had it been a day since he'd seen light? A week? Remy couldn't tell anymore. Time had lost all meaning. He hadn't seen daylight in months. Had it been months? Three months, perhaps? It didn't matter when the Cajun had last seen daylight. Daylight meant nothing when you were miles under the ocean. It was fake... fake like everything in Sanctuary. At least, he assumed he was in Sanctuary. Where else could he be? It didn't matter anyway. He'd never find out where he was – he'd gotten that message clear as a bell while being mutilated, then healed only to be mutilated again. That had been his life for the last few months. Minutes were ticked off by the feel of something sharp wrecking his skin, or something hot branding his flesh. He just wish they'd fucking end it already. He just wanted to sleep. Speaking of sleep... why was it they had left him completely alone and healthy for so long? It wasn't like them... he had grown to expect something... anything to remind him of his mistake. Going so long sitting in the dark wasn't the respite he had imagined. It was a new brand of torture, wondering when that door would slide open and it would all begin anew. A metallic rattling made him jump, causing him to slide back against the back wall and throw an arm up over his face as a bright bar flashed across it. “Dinner’s up.” After a few moments of silence, Remy attempted to peer from underneath his arm at the window, eyes narrowed to slits, yet those crimson irises still managed to capture and reflect some of that light, making his eyes almost appear to glow. Was that a female voice? When was the last time he'd heard a female voice? Dinner... Gambit didn't move from his spot on the floor. What was the point in eating? They would just make him sweat it all out later. Or throw it up. “So…” Why hadn't she left? Who was it? What was this? Let him hear a soft feminine voice in hopes he'll remember what it was like to lie next to a soft supple female form... feel the warmth and gentle caresses and morning breath kisses? A little bit of good food and someone who sounded pretty to talk to... just to make what would come next that much more painful? Fuck no. “I’d ask if you were okay, but I don’t think my English wit is appropriate fare right now…” Jac. Oh damn... it was Jac. One of the only decent people in the Brotherhood, and here she was. Why was she doing this? He opened his mouth to say something, and nothing came out. His eyes stung, and he squeezed them shut, trying to hold back something that he would not give away if he could help it. He'd not always been able to. He tried again, only to provide a hoarse, wordless croak. He swallowed a parched throat and tried again, managing words a third time. “Don't stop on my account, girlie. I missed it. Primal ain't much to talk to.” He still hadn't moved from his spot. He was almost sure he was dreaming. “The others know you're here?” He let the question hang in the air for a few minutes before tacking on the end, “I've missed you, chere.” |
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| Spitfire | Dec 18 2010, 12:23 AM Post #3 |
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For a while there was just dead silence and for a good moment Jac wondered if Remy was asleep or…The speedster hesitated, the opposite edge of the tray balanced on the rim of the hatch in the doorway, holding her breath as she waited for a response from within the cell. Finally, the Cajun spoke in an almost unrecognisable voice to the girl. Hell, this was a real sorry state of affairs. Her lips curled into something resembling a smile as he passed comment on Primal. As unfunny as the situation made it, it was pretty much true. “Yeah…He’s not really got the gift of the gab, unfortunately,” Jac joked, although her tone was more subdued than normal. On his question, she cleared her throat, her turn to be silent for a moment, before responding. There was no point lying to him after all. “I asked…I asked Magneto to give me prison detail. You know, help out while a lot of people are still recuperating from Murderworld. I was lucky, I only got a few flesh wounds, bruises and that…” The tray shook in her hands as she looked down on the floor, her boots blurring into the tiles beneath them as her vision clouded over. Bloody hell. Jac cleared her throat again, lifting her head, then had to quickly bring up one of her hands to dash away a tear out of the corner of her eye. This was already a lot harder than she thought it was going to be. Of course, she hadn’t thought it would just be a simple case of giving him his lunch, saying hello and goodbye, but god…Her chest tightened a little as she hitched the tray up a little higher. “Look…Are you coming to get this tray, because I can’t stand here and hold it forever. I’m going to drop it at this rate,” the words came out brusquely as the speedster tried to cover up the rogue tears that kept teasing her, threatening to spill out. If anyone saw her crying over Remy…The traitor…Spitfire turned her head away from the door, looking down the long, colourless corridor that stretched out, blank and empty. They might as well be the only ones there. Swallowing, she was unable to stay silent, but she didn’t turn her head back, not just yet. “I missed you too. Why’d you do it?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and bitterness as she asked the question, what came before only laced with hurt. Before she knew it, she found herself sniffing again and again the hand blurred to her eyes to knock away the tears and Jac bit down on her lip in an attempt to stop herself. No, she couldn’t break down, she just couldn’t. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Dec 19 2010, 02:38 PM Post #4 |
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Staring at the partially blocked rectangle of light at the other end of his cell, Remy's crimson eyes glinted in the darkness at the mention of getting the tray of food. Was that actually meat he smelled? What the hell were they doing, nearly starving him, giving him nothing but occasional bread and water, then all of a sudden, giving him the equivalent of a feast. It didn't make sense; Gambit swallowed the lump in his throat at the seemingly random act of relative kindness being shown. It was likely the only one he'd get. Maybe that's why he was getting it. Maybe it was his last meal before his execution. Gambit wasn't sure how he felt about that. He finally moved, getting to his knees and shuffling forward until he reached the door, barely noticing the pain accompanied with bearing his weight on the joints – he'd suffered worse. Once he reached the door, he fell like a sack of potatoes, leaning against it, his face inches from the door. He slid his fingers through the slot to indicate that he'd take the tray... just as she asked the million dollar question. Why had he done it? There was a simple answer – one that Jac probably already knew – but there were so many complications that had made his motives so much more than simple. Havok had asked him to do it as soon as he heard Magneto was back in town; the younger Summers brother had known the Master of Magnetism pretty well. He'd known what the man was capable of and wanted someone on the inside to keep an eye on things. Remy had done the best job he could, but he hadn't counted on how suspicious Magneto would have remained for so long. Erik had played almost everything too close to the chest for Gambit to be of any real assistance. He'd managed to warn Alex about Magneto wanted his kids, but Wolf's Head... the destruction of the CAGE... the high-profile assassinations... Remy hadn't known about those things until they were happening, so his reports to Havok had basically been a play-by from the team terrorist point of view. Finally his position had paid off in the form of saving the lives of some SHIELD along with X-Factor... including the man who had sent him in there. He hadn't been required to take the job; there were several reasons he'd done it other than just Havok asking him to, but those were for him alone to know. What made it so damn complicated is that not everyone in the Brotherhood had been complete assholes. Rogue was a beautiful girl who was just mixed up in the head... fortunately she'd ghosted a week before the events that lead to Remy's downfall. Pietro was in the Brotherhood, and Gambit still wasn't sure what the man was doing there, but he was no killer. He even wondered if Alex had sent another spy in there to back Gambit up. And then there was Jac. She was a sweetheart of a girl with big pretty eyes that a man could lose himself in and a codename that was more of a tribute to her personality than it was her powers. A spunky little waif of a blond, she held a lot of passion in her heart, and Gambit was convinced that she was simply as misguided as Rogue had been – if not more. She seemed convinced of the Brotherhood's cause, and that bothered Remy more than anything because he would have loved to leave this place with her in tow... get her away from the bloodthirsty Brotherhood. “Dis ain't not place for you, chere,” Remy said as he received the tray. “You're too good for this kinda work. You ain't got de heart of a killer, and I don't like to see you doin things like that. Breaks my heart. You should be havin fun with dat boy and seein all the good and beauty in the world... not just the hate. People like Magneto an' Primal got hate in dere hearts, chere. Bad things happened to 'em, and instead of learnin and being good people... they just causin more hurt. Got holes in their hearts, and they're tryin to fill 'em up the wrong way.” “You're gonna say they're only doin what needs to be done to save all the mutants, but chere... how much blood's it gonna take before Mystique can walk around Salem in her normal form? Both Magneto's daughters might've been at Murderworld. He might've blown up his own little girls. You tellin me you wanna serve under that kinda man?” Gambit was disappointed to see that it wasn't meat... it was beef broth. Still... it was better than nothing. He picked up a piece of bread and dipped it in the lukewarm amber liquid. “Magneto killed hundreds... maybe more. I tried to save lives, chere. Human and mutant. You think on that.” He took a bite of the sopping wet bread... it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. |
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| Spitfire | Dec 21 2010, 12:59 AM Post #5 |
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After what seemed like half an hour, fingers came through the slot to take the tray and she pushed it in, balancing it at the opposite end to make sure the bowl did not upset. Her question still hung in the air and there it remained, buffeted away by Remy telling her she didn’t belong in the Brotherhood. Jac held her breath as he spoke, shutting her eyes and shaking her head…He’d lied to her, he’d lied and he wouldn’t answer her question, but instead gave his opinion of her? Tears stung at the corners of the speedster’s eyes and she braced herself against the cell door with both hands, her blonde hair curtaining off her face from view. Struggling to find words or even the breath with which to reply, Jac curled the fingers of one hand into a fist, hitting it against the door, more in frustration at herself than the words of Gambit. “You didn’t answer my question. Don’t turn this on me…” There was a note of pleading in her voice as she said the words, flattening out her fist against the door once more, continuing to hold herself up with it. “This might not be the place you think I should be, but I don’t have anywhere else I can go. No one offered me a safe place after Apocalypse, I found my own way. How I joined the Brotherhood might not have been ideal, but they offered me a place…I had nothing else. Now I have something, however little you might think of it…” “And how much blood will be spilt if we give up the fight? How much blood would be spilt if we leave ourselves defenceless? You say I’m too good for this, but I bet you nine out of ten SHIELD agents would disagree and execute me on sight. But it’s alright, I’ve come to terms with that…I’ve done some bad things, but I’ve never betrayed anyone…Was there anything you ever said to me that wasn’t some sort of lie? Was there?” tears bubbled up within her and she choked them back down, making a funny sort of squeak as she withdrew her hands from the door and used them to cover her face for a moment while she composed herself. “And they might well have hate in their hearts but after everything, is that really so surprising?” Spitfire shook her head sadly and lifted her head up to look through the slit, her red rimmed eyes looking through into the small cell. “And as for…” Jac trailed off, remembering the looks both Lorna and Wanda had given her in the Void. They had seemingly judged her on sight alone, without talking to her, without finding anything out…Of course it was natural and deep down, she didn’t fault them for it, but they had chosen that stance and as hard as it was to just cast it off like that, they were grown women who chose where they wanted to stand. “They chose where they stood, Remy…I know that doesn’t make it any better, but they know the risks…” Tommy kept rising up in her thoughts, haunting her with the gripping fear she might have to one day fight him if they stayed on different sides of the fence for too long. A sick jab twisted at her stomach and her voice cracked as she pleaded again with the Cajun thief. “Why’d you do it…why’d you lie to me?” |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Dec 29 2010, 01:29 AM Post #6 |
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Chewing just as slowly on the piece of broth-soaked bread as he did on Jac's words, Remy just sat there, the noise of her hitting the door still ringing in his ears. She was frustrated with him... hurt. He couldn't blame her. Gambit had hurt pretty much every woman that had ever gotten close to him, and it had left the man with a very lonely life to lead. His mind jumped back to a moment where he was waking up in Sanctuary's hospital after Onslaught first attacked the school. Everything had been hazy and grayscale for several moments until he had remembered that a giant hulk of a man had tossed him around like a beanbag. He hadn't known at the time where he was, nor had it mattered when he looked to his left to see Jac laying on a bed beside him. His eyes flickered up to the monitors, showing that her vitals seemed to be okay, which allowed him to let out a breath of relief, which immediately reminded him of several cracked ribs. Remy had remembered watching that blond girl sleeping so peacefully; there wasn't a care in the world in her pretty head, and he couldn't help but wonder if it really was that way in her dreams. Was she tussling with that monster? Or was she worried about things girls her age normally worried about? It was at that moment that his heart broke for the girl, and he wished more than anything that he could take her out from all this... away from the murderers and psychopaths. She should be at Xavier's learning how to control her abilities, or in college getting a nice education and beating young men off with a stick. A girl like that shouldn't have to deal with the hate and the demons that plagued so many of their lives, and it was at that moment that he vowed that once it was all over – if she survived long enough – he would try to get her out of it all. His tone grew very sober, “Never once lied to you chere. You just assumed I was part of the Brotherhood. Lied to everybody else, but I made real good'n sure I never said one false word to you.” Gambit shrugged and took another bite of his soaked bread, “But you ain't gonna see it that way, are you girl? It's de way life is... full of points of view. I see the Brotherhood as murderin lyin scum, and you're too good for it. You see me de same way, and think I've offended you. Could argue back and forth on it all night, but it is what it is.” He leaned forward and peered out of the small rectangular hole in the door, hoping for just a glimpse of her, “But dat aside, how 'bout we talk about something I'm sure ol' Magneto's told you all about... sacrificing for the cause.” “Y'see chere... sometimes there's things a man's gotta do for everybody else. Boy's gotta up an' leave everyone he's friends with. Best friends, teammates, drinkin buddies, dat girl he's been tryin to sleep with... all for the sake of somethin more. He's gotta make 'em think he's a good for nothin' liar and traitor in the hopes of doin' something great that they'll come to appreciate down the road after he's gone. He'll stab 'em in the back and grin at 'em and call 'em names, just to help save their lives and give 'em some peace.” “Now, don't you think that's a bit more helpful than lettin 'em borrow a cup of sugar?” He let the question hang in the air for a moment before continuing, “Now lemme ask you a question. That boy you told me about... you willin to give all this up for him? Or does he take a back seat?” |
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| Spitfire | Dec 30 2010, 09:27 PM Post #7 |
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Bringing her arms up, she laid them crossed against the door and rested her forehead against them, braced, rather than allowing herself to slide to the floor. Despite her wish to see her…friend…again, Jac was beginning to regret it. The speedster hadn’t realised just how hard it would be, the thought having slipped in and out of her head too fast for her to even really comprehend. There was silence in the corridor, longer to Spitfire than it was to Gambit and it felt like the quiet was trying to deafen the young mutant, pressing in on her like the walls of the prison. It was making her think of the time she had spent null cuffed in some ways, as it had felt like everything was crushing in on her back then too along with the sick, crawling feeling deep within her stomach. When Remy replied, he was serious, not quite defending himself but denying lying to her all the same. “So you didn’t lie to me. That doesn’t make me feel any better, some of the things I told you could get me…” The speedster trailed off not wanting or even needing to finish that sentence. Gambit would know, maybe better than anyone. Squeezing her eyes shut at the grim thought, the rest of his words filtered out of the tiny hatch in the door. “No, Remy. I don’t think you’re scum. I don’t know what I think of you right now to be perfectly honest…” Jac said, her tone a little more blunt than she intended. “I don’t even care if you want to admit or not. I just want to know why…” His voice came closer and she down to see his face by the door, their eyes meeting as he spoke about sacrifice, clenching her teeth, hands shaking, even while pressed against her elbows, arms still folded against the door. “I don’t know what you want from me. Well done? Good for you for being a spy and keeping your cover intact? What do you want me to say?” The colour drained from her cheeks as his question came, maybe something he had been keeping back, saving for that moment and the speedster exploded backwards, unleashing a brutal but glancing kick against the cell door. “Don’t you dare bring him into this or even mention him again in here! Do you know what they’d do to him? To me?” Feeling sick, Jac swallowed down the air like water and looked around, praying that no one had seen or heard her outburst. When she was calmer, Spitfire returned to the doorway, face close to the gap, tears threatening to spill out of the corners of her blue eyes. “You have no idea how much I…He’s about the only thing that keeps me alive some days, just the thought of him…” her fingers gripped the edge of the slot tightly and she looked in at the thief pleadingly. Anyone could be listening in on them; her sensible side told her that. Gambit wasn’t the only prisoner there and of course the prison had staff… “But you know as well as I do, you can’t just leave the Brotherhood. I’d never ask him to join, but he knows he can’t just ask me to leave. There’s nowhere else I could go. That mutant school? I’d be null cuffed and locked up in the basement. X-Factor’d probably send me to prison and SHIELD would just shoot me in the head.” Jac let out a heavy sigh, feeling tired and drained, fears crashing over her like waves. “They nearly did that you know, SHIELD. I didn’t join the Brotherhood because I felt like being a bad girl, I joined because it was better than being shot just for being in the company of a member of the Brotherhood – who two minutes earlier had been trying to kill me as well. The hell am I going to let that sort of thing keep on happening…” she muttered grimly, turning her head away from the door. “I know you don’t want me here, Remy, but I don’t have anywhere to go and even if I did,” Jac turned her head back towards the gap, her eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to. Sanctuary is my home now.” |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Jan 17 2011, 12:37 AM Post #8 |
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He was enjoying the bread and broth much more than he should have, but then again, when you were being tortured and half starved, a Styrofoam cup seemed to taste better. Every crumb of bread disappeared as he listened to Jac's protests – the Brotherhood didn't let you leave, Sanctuary was her home, SHIELD would kill her if she left. All the old arguments... all the ones Remy had seen coming and had formulated countless arguments against. None of that mattered now; the master con artist – the man who often used words to turn a buck – felt that to use a cleaver turn of phrase on the emotional speedster would be cheap. Jac was all passion and fire, and the fact that she was sitting at Magneto's feet didn't do her any good. Gambit knew she was a smart girl, but the power of love and the influence of Brotherhood propaganda were very strong, getting in the way of rational thought. He couldn't help but wonder where Jac would be today if the X-Men had gotten to her first. “I know how you feel, Jac. De Brotherhood found you. Helped you out when you were in a tough spot and kept you from getting an early start on dyin. To the rest of the world, you're just a kid who can run fast. Here... you're a member of the Brotherhood, an' from what I seen, Magneto's taken a bit of a shine to you, no?” He peered out from the slit in the door, “Can't really blame you for wanting to leave, chere, but look at what you're doin. You're killin people and blowing things up. Dat ain't what the world needs, is it? What it needs is a fast girl who can move little kids outta danger. It needs mutants who can rise above all de violence and find a better way to live.” “You don't wanna keep goin down that road, Jac. I grew up with a family that took me in and taught me how to lie an' cheat an' steal. Know what happened? I became a liar and a cheater and a thief. Nobody likes people like that.” “You might think you got it all now, but you take a closer look at Magneto some time. De man's really lonely girl. You follow his footsteps and it'll happen to you too. |
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| Spitfire | Jan 19 2011, 05:33 AM Post #9 |
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Screwing her eyes up, she punched the door in frustration. “No you don’t know how I feel! To the rest of the world I wasn’t particularly anything and here, yes I am a member of the Brotherhood, but there’s more to it than that! I wouldn’t expect you to understand, as obviously you’ve gone and made your mind all up, eh? Down here I’m not just a member of the Brotherhood,” she scoffed a little, but didn’t continue, realising that she was getting into an argument with him and that it would do her no good, especially with the dig about Magneto. Gambit probably just wanted her to admit that everything he was saying was the truth. “And so what if he has?” Jac asked in a none too calm voice before she remembered herself and started to simmer down. “What am I supposed to do, float around as cannon fodder until I’m some sort of drone?” She bit back any further protests, knowing that he would likely counter those too and turn them right back around. So he didn’t like this life, he didn’t approve of it, what about her feelings? Looking at the slit of face that appeared in the door, Jac slowly shook her head at him. “Don’t you think I know what I’m doing? That I don’t carry it around on my conscience and think about it, feel remorse? I don’t like killing people you know, but they’d kill me if they could. Sitting down in surrender wouldn’t spare me their hate,” Jac paused, kicking at the door lightly with the toe of her boot. “When I was younger, I wanted to join the military. Looks like I have.” Running a hand through her paled hair, Jac shook her head slowly. “Yes, you are a liar and a cheater and no matter how much you deny it, you have lied to me, making me believe you were someone I could confide in while keeping all this secret. How am I supposed to trust you again? That’s you doing, not the Brotherhood trying to poison me and make me a bad person,” the speedster scoffed a little while all the time kicking herself. Oh, she was angry at Remy alright, fuming even, but she hated herself for it. Even though she had no idea how much of what he’d said to her over the past year and a bit was true or false or humouring, he has still meant a lot to her over that time and she had told him some dangerous things in that time. Could he really blame her for being upset? “Are you done trying to stamp my life into the ground?” Jac asked hollowly following his warning, looking through the slit in the door and held out her hand for the tray. “I should be getting back to my duties soon.” |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Jan 22 2011, 06:00 PM Post #10 |
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Rolling away from the slit in the door, Remy propped himself against it, closing his eyes as he listened to her rail at him, accusing him of lying once again. He'd never come out and actually said anything contradictory, but to some people, leaving out important details were construed as lies of omission. Looked like Jac was one of those people. He was done arguing with her; Magneto had gotten his claws deep into her brain and there were no words that would actually turn the girl away from the path she'd chosen. She was a speedster, and she was running full tilt toward the Brotherhood's destructive goals, willing to sacrifice her own soul for their ideals. There was nothing more he could do to pull her back from that fire. Swallowing, Remy set aside the tray of food, no longer hungry for the last remaining bits that still existed. “I ain't never betrayed your confidence, chere. Never told no one about anything that's passed between us. Never would. Been nothin but your friend, and I been a good one. Just like you though, I'm a soldier, an' a soldier's got orders to follow. We're just two people findin ourselves on different sides of a war. Maybe if we'd found you first, things would be different.” His lips tightened as he imagined a Jacqueline in an environment where respect for life was a thing to be nurtured. The people at Xavier's didn't teach their students to roll over for humans like the Brotherhood claimed, but taught them how to respect all life – human and mutant – and to protect it at all costs. To do whatever it took to survive, but also to act in a way that showed they were evolved past the point of using violence as a way to solve a problem. “You'd have made a great X-Man.” |
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| Spitfire | Jan 24 2011, 10:08 PM Post #11 |
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Tears started to return to her eyes and Jac sniffed, cursing how fast her emotions were sometimes and wishing that she wasn’t so prone to them. It made life hard sometimes, really hard. “You keep saying that but…You don’t get it do you?” she shook her head as he told her once again he had never betrayed her confidence. He didn’t have to snitch on her to lie to her and to make her feel utterly betrayed by him. Remy had been a friend to her, a borderline big brother, someone who had looked after her and made sure she didn’t have the likes of Empath crawling around after her and he had listened when she had really needed someone to speak to. Knowing now that so much of what he had seemed to be was still a deep, deep betrayal to her. “Whatever you think, you’ve still hurt me and bloody hell…who am I going to talk to now?” she put her head in her hands as she leant against the door, rising up only when the tray was passed out and she dumped it unceremoniously on the floor for the time being. That thought honestly troubled her, as she had been able to tell Remy just about everything since she had come clean to him about Tommy, even more so than her own brother once he had joined them. Now what was she going to do… She slid her hand back through the slot, holding it out towards him, a grim look on her face. This was going to be goodbye and it hurt, Christ did it hurt. Tears dripped down her face, one rolling off her pointed nose and she sniffed loudly. “I might have made one hell of an X-man, but I’m going to make one hell of an Acolyte one day.” Pulling her hand back out of the slot, she looked through it, her tear misted eyes focusing on his almost unrecognisable face. “I hate your guts right now…But I miss you all the same. I don’t know if they’ll let me…” A heavy realisation hit her as she realised she might never see him again. Jac didn’t know what Magneto wanted for Gambit, but this was not her usual line of duties and asking to come down here too much might arouse suspicion. So… “Bye, Remy…” she murmured and tore her gaze away from the slot and bent down, picking the tray up. She wanted to say something else, something…Something that just wouldn’t form into words. Taking a breath, she wiped the tears out of her eyes with the back of her sleeve, gripping the tray tightly and started to walk out of the prison block, trying not to look back at the cell of her friend. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Feb 3 2011, 05:57 AM Post #12 |
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Remy let his head fall back against the wall as he listened to her rant; she was clearly upset with him, and it wasn't a situation like most of the others. He couldn't just flash his grin at her, smile, and say a few words that would get her to smile and hate him for making it so easy to forgive. For one thing... there was a door between the pair of them, and another was that he looked like a mess and was in no position to be composed and in control. He was almost as vulnerable as she was... a broken, bloody, half-blind mess to be pitied more than understood and forgiven. When she said that she'd make one hell of an Acolyte though, the Cajun simply closed his eye and gritted his teeth. Damn Magneto... damn him for all his manipulation... his poison words that slowly seeped through the minds of the young, wearing away all reason and logic with a subtlety that few actually noticed. The fact that Jac was so intelligent was simply a testament to how honeyed the Master of Magnetism's tongue really was. “I hate your guts right now…But I miss you all the same. I don’t know if they’ll let me…” He wanted to tell her that he was sorry, but he wasn't even sure what he was sorry for. Gambit was on the right side on this one, and he had simply been trying to save lives; he had saved lives, and in the process he had been trying to save Jac as well. Not her life, but her soul. It was obviously too late for that. “Bye, Remy…” Remy listened, hearing the bare trace of footsteps as Jac walked away from him for what was likely the last time. She had been the best friend he'd had on the inside... someone he had depended on to talk to almost as much as she had depended on him, and now she hated him. It seemed that all the southern charm in the world no longer counted for the Cajun... it only got you so far when your actions betrayed every person who had gotten remotely close to you. Trying to do the right thing had cost him everything... the pleasures he enjoyed so much... friends... and possibly even his own life. Jac was possibly the last decent person he would ever see before he died... he wished he could make her understand. At that moment, making her not hate him became the most important thing in the world to him. Yet again, he found himself wanting what he couldn't have. “Look out for yourself, chere,” he said, too softly for the departing speedster to hear. “You just get to some people too late, Cajun.” Faint words echoed from above... Dugan's words. He closed his eye again and saw Jac sitting across from him in a diner, the light of life and hope in her eyes as she talked about her hopes and fears. “No offense, mon ami, but the day I start believin dat is the day I fold my hand. De stakes are too high for that.” |
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