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| Topic Started: May 6 2013, 09:17 AM (267 Views) | |
| Lodestone | May 5 2013, 06:38 PM Post #1 |
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http://weavesilk.com/ Too cool not to share. |
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| Surge | May 5 2013, 09:46 PM Post #2 |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Hdx9JjzDfo Because. |
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| Gambit | May 6 2013, 09:17 AM Post #3 |
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Xavier Institute April 16 Noon This was a delicate operation. Normally he would just sneak into the place, but since Scott's death the security was exceptionally tight. If he got caught, what could he say? Sorry I was trying to undermine your defenses, but I swear I had nothing to do with Scott's murder. Yeah, that wasn't going to go over well. He'd be lucky if all that happened to him was getting kicked out of X-Factor. Still, he was on a mission and it had to be done. Gambit had pulled his motorcycle off the main road, concealing it with some branches. He kept to the foliage himself, moving just in front of the driveway. He had a plan. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number. When he heard Lucy answer he said in feigned panic, "Mon Dieu, Lucy. Thank goodness you picked up. Can you come to me? I need you right away. It's a matter of life or death!" He didn't wait for a reply before he hung up. That would do it. Soon she would be out, sweet trusting Lucy, and the gate would swing open and he would do what he came here to do. He settled into the bushes and got ready to pounce. |
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| Lucy Saint | May 6 2013, 11:41 AM Post #4 |
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Hell… Everything was a hell… Before Lucy had taken the job as a mutant nurse as a mutant school, she had never felt this much devastation and tragedy. School explosions… students dying… The image of Marrow begging her for help as she was dying ran through her mind and a tear dripped down her cheek. Sitting at her desk, hidden from the patients in the infirmary, she couldn’t help but to let the sorrow go through her and the tears fell as silently as she could manage with only a quiet wimp now and then. Scott was dead. The whole school was in a state of shock, anger and sorrow and she for one wasn’t an exception. At first she denied it all… she denied it to be true… then she started feeling angry at everything and hated everyone. She hadn’t answered her phone when anyone was calling, she hadn’t checked her emails unless it was work related, nor had she read her texts. Now she had gone from angry to depressed and she was working through her sorrow. She couldn’t even look Jean in the eyes, how could she? The woman had lost her husband and Lucy had never felt that kind of love for anyone and couldn’t relate in any way. No. It was better to just do her job and wait till everything had blown over. Trapped in her trail of sorrowful thoughts, she didn’t really register that her phone was ringing, she didn’t even realize that she had picked up before she heard the voice of her friend who seemed to be in distress: "Mon Dieu, Lucy. Thank goodness you picked up. Can you come to me? I need you right away. It's a matter of life or death!" Her heart sunk into her stomach. “R-Remy? What’s wro-“ she didn’t get to finish her sentence before he had hung up. Where was he? She didn’t even know where he called from… How could she help him? She couldn’t lose him. Not another death in her life. Not so soon. She got up from her chair and looked over at the other nurse, “You take over. Emergency.” She said and started to walk calmly towards the door. Her heart was racing so heart against her chest, that she was sure her durable powers weren’t able to keep it inside. She was scared. Once she had closed the door she started to run. She ran as fast as she possibly could and hadn’t she been such a respectful person, she’d have burst through a wall. She had the gates open as she ran towards them, hoping to hell she’d know where to go. Her hair got out of her ponytail, letting it all fall down her shoulders and flow in the wind. Her stomach was twisting and turning, she was so sure she was going to puke at some point. But right now wasn’t the time. Right now she knew her friend’s life was depending on her and she couldn’t bear it. Passing through the gate she slowed down a little not knowing where to go. Brooklyn? His home? The X-factor? New Orleans? She just didn’t know and she had never felt as helpless as she did right in that moment. |
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| Gambit | May 6 2013, 12:41 PM Post #5 |
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Lucy came running out the gate. Now was the moment for Gambit to spring his trap. He lept out of the bushes, just outside her reach lest she take a swing at him. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he shouted, grinning like an idiot. "Now before you get upset, I didn't lie to you... not really. All I said was that I needed you. And it really is a matter of life or death because if I had to sneak in there after you they would have killed me. You have to come have lunch with me. If you don't then I may still sneak in there after you. You don't want that on your conscience do you?" He gave that half smile that meant he knew he had her now, punctuating it with a sly wink. He withdrew his motorcycle from the brush. It wasn't his Harley. He was on a Yamaha V-Star 650 today because he knew Lucy liked it. He was going to give it to her as a present, but he knew she wouldn't accept it unless he gave some pretense she couldn't refuse. Gambit didn't wear a helmet. He preferred the feel of the wind whipping through his hair. He had gotten one for Lucy, but now as he held it out for her to put on he realized how pointless it was. Compared to her nigh invulnerable skin, the helmet was like an eggshell. Still it was the thought that counted, right? He started to climb onto the front of the bike's seat out of habit but stopped himself. "Would you like to drive, ma petite ange?" He called her by his pet name for her more and more since he first met her. "I thought I'd take you to your favorite restaurant in Brooklyn." When she got on the seat, Gambit straddled behind her. He wasn't accustomed to riding from behind. The thought of riding in the "bitch seat" didn't appeal to him, but he'd swallow his machismo for Lucy's sake. Settling in he became suddenly aware of how close he was to her. He couldn't recall a time before when she'd been so near to him. Her graceful neck laid pale before his face. The curve of her back contoured into the shape of her buttocks pressed firmly into his groin. |
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| Lucy Saint | May 7 2013, 01:10 PM Post #6 |
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Sobs were leaving Lucy’s lips, tears were wetting her cheeks and her eyes were red making the blue in them pop out very strongly against her pale skin and dark hair. She had no idea what to do with herself, when suddenly a person sprung forward and Lucy let out a sound of surprise and she swung her arm out ready to defend herself against whoever it was. Her sight was blurry so all that she noticed was that the person was a long haired man who wore a long coat. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" This had caught Lucy off guard. She knew who the voice came from; she’d recognize it anywhere and in any crowd. But what was he saying? She blinked a few times getting the tears out of her eyes to clear her sight and she quickly found him. He was okay. Relief ran through her, but suddenly it started to get replaced with fury. How dared he misuse her horrible situation to get her out? And for what? To shout random things? Lucy was frozen solid to the ground as she listened to him, he wanted her to eat lunch with him? “I don’t have time for this, Remy. And how dare you?” she said, her tone cold and her eyes hard. Scott had just died, everyone was in a state of sorrow and he talked about sneaking in? It suddenly hit her what he had shouted; Happy birthday… Lucy thought for a moment and furrowed her brow. Today was the 16’th of April… It actually was her birthday. This caught her completely off guard; she had been so busy with feeling bad, that she had forgotten that today she turned 26. She looked at Gambit, suddenly a bit grateful that he remembered and cared so much about her, that he’d travel all the way up to the school. “Look… Remy I…” “If you don't then I may still sneak in there after you. You don't want that on your conscience do you?" He got her there and they both knew it… How could she say no now? She knew he’d do it and she couldn’t expose the others to that. “Fine… I’ll go with you. But only for a few hours.” She agreed and looked as he pulled out his beautiful Yamaha. “No Harley today, I see?” she commented still not quite sure how she felt about all of this or how to act. Where she to be angry, sad, cold or excited? All of this was way too much for her to comprehend at that moment and she felt exhausted. So exhausted that she didn’t even think about how stupid it was that he had brought her a helmet, before she had reached out for it. “Uhm… No need.” She said and ran her fingers through her hair and placed it on one side of her shoulder. "Would you like to drive, ma petite ange?" Suddenly a spark of excitement enlightened in her and she looked at him a bit suspiciously, “You never let me ride your bike. You don’t like the…” she didn’t much like the word ‘bitch’ and was hesitant to use it, “witch seat” she said instead and cleared her throat placing her hands on her hips. "I thought I'd take you to your favorite restaurant in Brooklyn." Lucy looked down herself, her hair was wild and tangled, something that she hated herself, but she knew he thought looked good on her. She could still feel the wetness on her cheeks and she was sure that her eyes were still red. She was wearing light blue jeans with a hole in the knee and a black top. She was hardly dressed to do anything and yet… maybe she was? Maybe it was good for her to step out of her shell and show the world who she was when she was alone, at least on this day? “Okay. Sure. No need for a license for a motorcycle if I never drive… I guess.” She said and walked over to sit in front of him on the beautiful thing. She felt him sit very close to her and smiled, “You better hold on tight, old man.” She looked back and into his eyes for a moment. “Thank you…” she said and meant it more than he probably understood. With those words said she pecked his cheek and turned around again to face the road. “Let’s go.” She said and started the engine, enjoying the sound of the purring motor. The smell took her back to her teenage years when she first drove a motorcycle and she got a mischievous grin on her face that few people had seen very rarely. She set off and drove down the road; she felt the wind blow in her hair, the warmth of the April month against her skin, which only turned colder and colder the faster she rode. The sensation of riding a motorcycle without anything to protect her made her feel a sense of living – even if she knew she couldn’t get hurt and an adventurous side to her, that she had buried long ago, came up in her and she started going faster and faster. She had passed 130 km pr. Hour and she felt the adrenaline and excitement fill her. She was young again and very much alive. At every turn she’d make sure he was still on, but moving her butt against him – he was of course used to fast speeds, but he wasn’t used to sitting behind anyone and not be in control. The ride was however over too soon and as they reached her favorite restaurant she stopped and got off, jumping up and down in excitement, looking like the youthful girl she had once been, again. “Oh Lord, that was SO much fun, Remy!” she claimed brightly, “Thank you so much for that! Did you see how I drove by those bikers? They looked so puzzled that they were being surpassed by a woman with a man on the back!” she was so excited and happy. For a moment she completely forgot how she was supposed to feel sad, bewildered and that she wasn’t acting so stuck up as she used to. After a while of sheer excitement, she then looked at him and frowned, "Remy... I know you're very suspicious and careful... but do you have to bring your weapon with you everywhere, when we go out?..." she asked and looked over his face, "I'm strong enough to keep us safe and... well it poked me really hard throughout the whole drive." she said and pointed towards his jacket and neither regions. |
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| Gambit | May 9 2013, 03:49 AM Post #7 |
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She had practically chased him across the seat. Every time he scooted back an inch, she matched it. Normally he'd think a woman that did that was trying to drop a hint, but not with Lucy. That girl was oblivious to such things. With that and his wandering eyes that couldn't help but reluctantly admire the view, the closeness, the vibration of the bike as it zoomed down the streets. She wasn't such an experienced rider and he couldn't avoid holding tightly onto her... That wasn't his staff in his pocket. "You go on in and get us a table. I'm going to sit here and smoke for a minute." Truth was, he couldn't stand up in front of her without embarrassing himself. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. When she turned and went in, he pulled his coat up in front of him and stood up. Minutes later he walked inside to join her. The waitress took their orders. He just said he'd have whatever Lucy was having, but he specified he'd have a Coke to drink. Waiting for their food, he chatted her up. "Ma petite, you really need to take better care of yourself. You are too uptight up in dat place all de time. A girl your age needs to get out and have some fun once in a while." He looked mildly reproachful, but softened his chiding with a combination of concern and playfulness. His Coke came. He drank it down a couple inches, then pulled out his flask of rum and filled it back up before stirring it with a spoon. "It's too early for bourbon. Care for some Bacardi, chere?" He held out the flask to her. She needed to take it easy. He was always worried about her in one way or another. Even when they first met he had been worried for her safety. He'd found out that she was near impervious. Now he was worried about her mind. For all her strength she had nothing that shielded that. Always gallant with the ladies, he had a particular softspot for her. It wasn't romantic. Oh sure, when he initially saw her he thought of her like he did every woman. She was pretty, there, and wasn't trying to kill him. That was all the motivation he needed to approach her. But her naivete then was charming, even endearing. Now she was somewhat more jaded it seemed to him. Scott's death must be taking its toll on her more than he had realized. Perhaps this outing really was a matter of life and death. He had taken a few more drinks of his Coke and now filled it back up again with more rum. "So what do you for fun up in dat retirement home dey call a school? Don't you got a boyfriend or somet'in' now?" |
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| Lucy Saint | May 11 2013, 04:44 PM Post #8 |
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He changed subject. Of course he did, he always changed subject when she tried to confront him about his paranoia. He never wanted to let her in on what he was doing, why he was so afraid that he couldn’t go anywhere without it and it annoyed her. “Sure… I’ll go right in while you work on your future cancer.” she said giving up on the fight, thinking that if she chose her battles correctly, she’d eventually win the war. She walked in and smiled at the waitress, asking for a table for two and soon she was sitting at a table across from Remy with their order on their way. "Ma petite, you really need to take better care of yourself. You are too uptight up in dat place all de time. A girl your age needs to get out and have some fun once in a while." She raised her hand up in the air and shook her head, “Hey, cool your horses, there, old man.” She said and looked at him, “You have absolutely no right to tell me how I should take care of myself. You’re the one who always walks around with a hard staff…” she rubbed her butt and bit and looked displeased, “Very hard… You smoke, you drink like…all the time and you do…” she looked around to make sure no one was listening, leaned forward over the table and whispered: “it with all willing girls that you can take advantage of.” She leaned back in her chair again and ran her finger through her hair. “I have always accepted that about you, but it still makes me worry about you. And I know you’re better than that.” She said and looked as he put alcohol in his coke, “see? There. That just proves what I’m saying. You have no respect for the consequences of your actions. You scared me half to death back at the institute. I thought you were in real trouble and I… I couldn’t breathe. “ She pushed his Bacardi away and looked out into the room, not feeling like having eyecontact with him at that moment. “Look… I love you. You’re my friend. But you have got to stop this nonsense, Remy. I do not need alcohol or anything like that… sure it was amazing to be out riding again, I miss it, but I have a responsibility to my work. There are kids there. Kids who needs this sanctuary, because their parents have thrown them out of their lives…” She bit her lips and smiled as their food arrived, “Just… don’t ask me to change my life, before you’re willing to change yours. At least one of us has to stay responsible...” she sighed and started to eat her pasta with an Italian tomato sauce. “I have considered something… remember when I told you about that fond I wanted to start, that supported families with mutants and offered them therapy in order to help them reconnect and accept?” she said, thinking it was time to change the subject. “I asked my father… he may want to sponsor some of it… I really believe I can help make a difference for multiple of families out there who throws their kids away, simply because they have no idea how to cope…” |
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| Gambit | May 14 2013, 01:11 AM Post #9 |
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After that chewing out, Remy felt like rubbing his own butt. She might has well have bent him over and reamed him with his own staff. He never tried to change Lucy and didn't understand why she wanted to change him. How could she not see that it was her work that was changing her? She was so wrapped up in her work anymore. She was so compelled to save the world and every single person in it. No, Remy wasn't trying to change her, he was trying to keep her the Lucy he had met so long ago and adored. She had seemed so happy back then. Really, he knew that Scott's death had a lot to do with it. That made him all the more worried about her. If Scott were around, he'd know what to do to help her avoid becoming a martyr. Scott always knew what to do. And since he wasn't around anymore, she was doubly whammied, half with grief over the loss and half from lack of his guidance. Things were so much simpler for Gambit. Why did he smoke? Because he liked cigarettes. Why did he drink? Because he liked alcohol. He may have picked up bad habits for bad reasons over his life so far, but he did it knowingly. He wasn't a slave to drink and he knew what it was doing to him. Lucy, on he crusade, did not. "You know, part of taking care of others is taking care of yourself. You don' wanna get burned out. You'll start resenting people. Den dat light in your eye will go out and you be cynical like me." He didn't press it further. He knew that the rest of what he had to say would not be well recieved. He couldn't tell her that all of life was sadness and suffering and all you could do was watch your own ass and those close to you. He didn't say that just because she was bullet proof didn't mean that she could ignore her own well being so much. Was he protecting her? Perhaps. But mostly what he wanted was to never let sweet, innocent Lucy turn angry and bitter. He seemed to be failing. Thinking it time for a change in tack and topic, he announced, "You know what? I know jus' de people to talk to. A friend of mine was just telling me about some people dat wanted to put some money in a worthy cause fo tax purposes. I'm sure I could get de rest of de funds you need." He didn't add that the anonymous benefactor was going to be himself. He knew she wouldn't accept it. Not many people knew that Gambit had grown rather wealthy over the years. Stealing from mob bosses and international smugglers and such had it's rewards. He didn't show off his money like some rich mutants did though. Gambit knew that part of being a master thief was being inconspicuous. It was why he still wasn't registered for SHIELD though now he technically worked for them. She probably wouldn't accept the money if she knew where he had gotten it either. Stealing from criminals was still stealing to her. It was the part of his activities that he left out when he told Lucy about himself; that and doing it with random ladies. He didn't really share that part of himself with anyone. Nothing complicates your life like telling the government agency that went around catching mutant criminals that you yourself are a mutant criminal... especially when you work for them. Some people were aware of his background, and a few of them might suspect him, but if anyone ever asked him he'd just lie. That was the thing about Lucy though. He didn't lie to her. If he couldn't tell her something, he didn't. If she asked where the money came from, he'd insist the donor wanted to remain anonymous. That was the truth, he did want to remain anonymous. Really he didn't care so much about the donation. He just figured that if she didn't have to worry about funding she might take things a bit easier. He knew he was lying to himself, but if nothing else she would do a lot of good with the money. All he was doing with it was keeping it in untraceable accounts to draw interest. |
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