14778/The Devil and the Thief

The Devil and the Thief
Date of Scene:	11 March 2023
Location:	Breakstone Lake - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Lucifer has a discussion with Remy LeBeau, mentions Sinister and then a fight almost happens...but there were tears!
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Gambit, Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
Guarded admittance. That's what Lucifer has been afforded. Restricted to the grounds, not permitted in certain places, and likely always someone or something keeping an eye on his where abouts. Currently, he's decided a bit of fresh air will do him some good - and since he'll be here a while he's also decided to dress down a bit. Still, he's the type that can make even a pair of jeans and a solid black tee shirt look really good. All that tanned skin, slicked back hair, blue eyes...he's currently just wandering, getting closer and closer to the lake on the grounds. A tilt of his head one way and then the other while looking over the body of water. It's a nice place. Would be a lot nice if the people here were a bit more...friendly.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau tilts his head as he comes out of the boathouse and eyes the new comer. His red on black eyes looking slightly demonic, and like the other man he somehow makes torn jeans and a t-shirt look like a fashion statement. The shirt is bright pink and says "Don't laugh, it was your girlfriend's shirt." He lights a cigerette with the tip of his finger and comments wryly, "Remy got a good memory foh faces. Don' t'ink Ah seen yah 'ere 'fore."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer glances over as Remy comes walking out of the boat house and gives a smile as the man speaks. "Never been here before. Currently here on....business." He turns to better face Remy, places a hand on his chest and gives a small bow. "I'm Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. These grounds are quite beautiful, I must say." Offering at least that much before making a slight gesture. "Could I get a cigarette from you?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau eveys the man, mildly amused, "An' dey used ta call me Le Diablo Blanc," He says as he pulls out the pack, Marlboro Reds, and offers it to the other man. "What sort of busness bring yah 'ere? Ah've 'eard of yah. Yah run dat swanky club in de city non?" He asks casually. Perfectly calm around the man who claims the devil's name. Then again he's known his share of devils in his time.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes a cigarette from the offered pack and, with a snap of his fingers, a flame emerges from his fingertips as he lights the smoke. "Aye. I own and operate club Lux. You could say it's swanky but we do get all sorts from time to time..." Saying this much and then an eyebrow raises. "Le Diablo Blanc? The White Devil. How did you acquire such a moniker and what should I call you now?" His business gets no mention in the moment.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs slightly, "Dey stuck it on me when Ah still a baby." He says. He somehow makes his eyes glow brightly, like embers of hellfire. "Couldn' tell yah wy." He sdays with a chuckle as they fall back to their normal red on black. "Yah c'n call me Remy, dat what mos' folks do. Nevah was much foh dance clubs. More a pool hall an' poker room sort, non?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer raises a brow as that name is offered and he gives a little smirk as he takes a long drag off that cigarette. "Ah...the infamous Remy LeBeau...I have heard quite a bit about you..." This offered with a chuckle as the smoke pours from his mouth and nose. "The business I'm on, is with a mutual...mmn...acquaintaince? Of ours. I - ah - am here making sure that Doctor Essex can have a brief use of some machine or other within the school grounds... now we're just waiting for Miss Jean Grey to be there while the good Doctor uses it."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau's expression goes from calm and pleasant to calm and homicidal in the fraction of a heartbeat. "Sinister is 'ere? At de School?" he asks, his voice sharp as a whip crack. He flicks the barely touched cigerette away with the faintest "Pop" as it explodes into nothingness, reaching into the boat house to grab a duster hanging inside.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well yes. He is. But I will say, Mister LeBeau, the others know we are here. Jean Grey has given us permission to be on the grounds herself. We, her, Scott, and Logan discussed things at length last night." Lucifer mentions this, tilting his head in such a way, a certain curiousity as he does so. "And what will you do anyway? Storm the school? Try to turn him out? If you do, then there will be a broken contract...and no one wants to know what happens when a contract with the Devil is broken. Especially when it's been accepted by Jean Grey herself on behalf of the X-Men."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau looks quite ready to do just that. Storm the school and wage a one man war if nessicary. If his chest a cannon he would fire his heart at it and all of that. "Ah not sign any contract," he says calmly his duster snapping sharply at his ankles. "And dare is de small matter of de contract he already breached wit' me."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer coughs gently. "I'm sorry. You are part of the X-Men, are you not? The contract is bound to the X-Men, so if you do anything to him, the contract is broken. I do not care what matters you have with him. He isn't truly himself now anyway and would likely not remember even if you attacked him. I would ask that you calm your temper and let it out another time." He offers, but his words are definitely worded as if a warning.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau hesitates, pink auras glowing around clenched fists. Calming his temper does not appear to be on the agenda. Still he turns to face the other man, and there is little room for doubt how he'd have gotten the name La Diablo Blanc at this moment, "An' if Ah dispute dat she 'as de right ta make binding proclimations encompassing de entire X-Men?" he asks, his tone strangle level... as if talking contract law with the devil were a common occurance for him.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer holds a hand up. "Before you go storming the school. Let me get him to come out here. We wouldn't want an innocent student or other person to be harmed while you attempt to...do whatever it is you do..." Then he lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "Jean, Scott, and Logan were there to be witness to the contract. If you have an issue with it, then you ought to take that up with Jean. I am merely making sure the contract stays binding...as it is my contract." Then he thinks. "Perhaps I should look up the silent offerings you've made to me over the years..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau stops, visibly quaking with anger. He could agrue Jean... harder to say Scott doesn't speak for the entire X-men. As team leader, his word is often law... and Remy has given him that fealty enough in the past to make a "contractual argument" for it. "If dat monster does anyt'ing dat effect mine, dare won' bea place in dis worl or de next Ah won' go aftah 'im."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer sighs. "Everyone here calls him a monster. That's quite a misnomer I think. He has done countless things that have actually saved this world. I've been witness to a few of them." Then he shrugs. "Well, either way, he'll be here soon. So you can tell him such a threat yourself. Did you not think I wouldn't tell him he was being threatened while we're being allowed stay here?"

Sinister has posed:
And there we go, hustling out of the back of the house at a brisk ... well... it's a very fast walk, not a run. The reason being, the fellow is carrying a plate of mashed potatos, corn on the cob and fried chicken in one hand, attempting not to lose bits off of it as he hastens toward the lake. He looks ordinary, if one were to say anything of him; a perfectly ordinary, albeit handsome in a way, gentleman in modern victoriana of leather frock coat, slacks and spats. His eyes are a blue-grey, the colour of a storm. "Right, I'm here, I'm here. Lucifer, there's food and it was made with love, so it would be a shame for it to go to waste..." the plate is proffered, as he gets himself modestly organized. He isn't out of breath at all, though.

Gambit has posed:
"A few actions do not erase de evil ones. Believe me dare more den enough blood in mah ledger ta know a fellow monster when Ah see one..." An image crosses his mind, a little girl with bones sticking out of her body in every direction as he runs away from screams and violence... "Believe me when Ah say monster is very apropos."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer looks to Sinister as the man approaches and takes the proffered plate. "Oh this does look absolutely divine..." The scents coming off the plate actually make his mouth water a bit - a rare thing indeed! "Well. Monster meet Monster. You two should hash things out for a bit, I'll just be over here." He picks up a piece of chicken to munch on. "Enjoying the show."

Sinister has posed:
"You're welcome," Sinister smiles faintly at Lucifer, then is all one giant frown as he looks square to Remy, as if trying to place the man. "No, no. Give me a moment..." holding a finger up, he taps the air as if to pluck that thought free. "Ohhh. Oh, no. I think I fixed you somewhat, didn't I? But then you ... oh. Wait. Brain."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau hesitates. Lucifer had said that the man was not himself, and he's let the information pass over him in his own rage. Confusion on his face as he stares at Sinister.. His hand comes up and there are cards in it. It lowers... it comes up again and the cards start to glow... And then... then possibly the ugliest dog in History comes running up. One eye and a tal that is easily twice as long as it should be comes running up. It barks loudly and rapidly running straight tow3ards Sinister and... flops on his back looking for a belly rub.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches. Almost ready for it. Even if Sinister is trying to figure out just why they're fighting. Like he had said earlier, Sinister wasn't himself and now Remy is finding out just how true that statement is. He sees the cards go up, down, flash even...and then...and then....

...there's a dog. A one eyed dog. That flops down in front of Sinister and begs for belly rubs. Lucifer actually laughs out loud at that one.

Sinister has posed:
Storm grey eyes go to the cards, to the Cajun's inhuman eyes, back to the cards and then he turns part profile to look away from both manifestations of Remy LeBeau's nature, at the incoming canine. He turns further before the animal gets there and even as Lucifer's beginning to laugh, he's crouching and indulging the rubs. "Well, aren't you just a silly fellow! Yes, you are! You're what happens when a dachshund gets lucky with a bloodhound, aren't you?" Well, possibly not, but the proportions are all there for the asking. He plays with a paw, looks from animal to Cajun. "If you're going to get on with it, please do. At least that way you've got it out of your system, hmm?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau snarls and throws the cards straight up into the air, where they explode harmlessly a hundred or so feet above their heads. Harmless, though loud enough to make it clear they were charged to a degree that their intend wasn't to kill it was to slaughter. "Jack!" He snarls sharply. Get ovah 'arere...." The dog for his part lays his head back, lulls out his tongue and peddlas a single paw at the geneticist's scratching fingers, completely ignoring his "master."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer glances up at the sky when those cards go flying and explode. "Oh. Cute fireworks..." He says this while still enjoying the plate of food he's almost done with. "And this...this is incredible...compliments to the chef." Then he walks over and kneels down near the dog still laying at Sinister's feet and uses a free hand to rub the belly. "Awww, who's a good puppy...you are...yes yes you are..." All that said in the...best way a Devil can baby talk a puppy.

Sinister has posed:
Up in the air the cards went. When they reach that apex and explode, Sinister glances up with a wince at the volume, but then? "You know, you really should do as he says..." to the dog of course. And to the devil who's come on all puppytalky, he snorts a laugh. A scritch under jack's throat and he makes a soft click noise in his cheek, a tsssst to get the dog's attention and a click of the finger as if he has a treat hidden. "You're a daft fellow..." he glances back to the manse then, as if to 'thank the chef' and looks back to the cajun. "Erm. So. You apparently seem to have a handle on yourself. That's good. I think?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau sighs, as his rage drops to mild frustration and shifts most of all to his pet. "Jack is a derp." He says chuckling. For what it is worth the dog is going /no where/ as long as he is getting attention. This is a fact Remy simply has to accept with as much grace as possible. "Dat's it, no Lamb Chewie foh yah tonight. Traitor."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer actually gives a sigh. "And here I was hoping to make some money off a fight..." The plate, now empty, is set aside and hovers in the air while Lucifer pulls a silver case out of his pocket, opening it to pull out two cigarettes and lights them both with a snap of his fingers. One cigarette is then floated over towards Sinister. "Alls well that ends well though..."

Sinister has posed:
"I'm not sure that it did, but..." Sinister drops his chin, peering at Lucifer beneath his brows, but with a sparkle in the eye. The cigarette is taken, a sigh given. "The vice of the colonies, I was much a fan of a pipe of a time. I used to buy a full peck for a guinea." A drag, an inhale, a pleased exhale follows. "So, why do you hate me as much as you do, mister leBeau?" He pauses "I've been feeling a great deal of hate for the time I've been here. It is vexing and a might tiring. Particularly, when one has a very incomplete picture of the rationale." He fusses one of Jack's ears.

Gambit has posed:
Jack... who may or may not be every bit the derp he pretends to be, perhaps realizes now is in fact a good time to go to his Master. He rolls over and shakes once then trots over and put's his paws on Remy's leg until the Cajun reaches down and musses his ears. So Remy is looking at his dog when he says softly, "Yah made me a monster." he says softly, quietly... "Men...women...children... dare blood is on mah 'ands... because of yah."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer takes a drag off that cigarette and smiles towards Sinister. "This has been sort of your vice now. Since living with me. Although you do also have a pipe in the penthouse somewhere." He pauses. "I think..." Then he shrugs his shoulders and looks back towards Remy as the man recalls why he hates Nathaniel so much. "Guilt is a horrible thing, Mister LeBeau...and I'm sure as a..." He thinks on it. "Recovering Catholic, is it?" there's a Grin(tm) then. "It's likely hard to repent for such a thing when you don't want to admit even a slight amount of willingness in the moment."

Sinister has posed:
"I shall have to hunt for it," Sinister comments, then considers what Remy said, along with Lucifer's words. "Oh, dear. Did I control your mind?" He asks, looking blank a moment, then with a blink. "I can do that?" Another blink. "Well, that's very worrisome."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau keeps scratching the puppies ears, tears stinging his eyes as Jack soaks in his master's attentions. "We made a deal... yah 'elped me.. an' in exchange... Ah put toget'er a team. Lead dem inta de sewers. Legitimate targets yah called dem.. Ah t'ought.." He laughs half to himself, Ah t'ought we were attacking de X-Men... Instead it was de Morlocks. People wit' no protection. Not an Alpha level power amongst dem. Jus' people trying ta survive... and de Mauraders... de team Ah put toget'er foh /yah/. To yah specifications.. dey slaughtered dem all... almost all of dem."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer raises a brow and looks between the two for a moment. "You told me he broke his end of the deal. So you put this team together, and death happened. How was he supposed to help you? Cause if he didn't hold up his end, that means he didn't help you. So, the question is, did he?" Asking this much at least while another drag off that cigarette is taken.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's eyes widen by gradual increments as he listens to the tale of personal misery from the cajun. They are quite rounded by the conclusion and his pallor, inherantly English to begin with, has drained somewhat. He puts a hand over his mouth, holding his jaw, the cigarette sandwiched between his fingers trailing smoke past his ear in a spiral. After a few moments like this, he drags his palm down over his chin and moves it to hugging the opposite elbow -- Lucifer's question and observation has him looking at the devil with those rounded eyes then back at Remy. Something seems to cave in him though and he shakes his head a few times, almost in denial. "I am trying to understand --" he begins "--you were... ok with betraying your friends, because what... you thought they'd eventually stop you? Which... which would put you coming out of it in the advantage, if I /did/ keep my end of that abominable bargain. But you weren't okay with turning on..." he shakes his head, looking utterly bereft of the ways and the means of expressing himself. He simply stares between devil and cardshark thief.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau snaps his head up angerly. "/Legitimate targets. People who c'n fight back. Not lambs to de slaughter! Riptide! 'Arpoon! Vertigo! Sabertoot' pour l'amour de la merde! Yah don' send a team like dat ta slaughter children!" He takes a few breaths. "Ah wasn' an X-man den. Jus' a t'ief foh 'ire. Lil better den a mercinary. Ah was okay facing off agienst dem. Dat was a fair deal. Not de Morlocks. Not innocents."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer can't lie and is still a bit confused. In the end though, he lifts a single shoulder in a shrug. "If there is truth here. If Sinister did betray you. He will suffer upon his death." A pause for impact. "The lowest and worst level of hell is reserved for liars and betrayers..." Saying this simply and then he plucks the plate from the air and motions. "Well if we're done running down memory lane, I believe Sinister and I should go and discuss other pressing matters if you don't mind, Mister LeBeau."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister looks a bit shaken, but also deeply pensive at the same time. "Morality... conscience. By the powers, it's a rough road and determines itself in the most inexplicable ways." He shakes his head a few times, then looking at Remy's... knee area, composes himself and looks up. "Thank you for being candid. However, I do believe Lucifer is right. And me? I know I'm damned. Look at the company I keep." With a look to the very devil, he inclines his head. "I think there's quite a bit to talk about," no flying or levitating, he walks off around the lake. It IS pretty after all.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau for his part doesn't say a word to either man. How many years had he held all of that inside of him, only to let it all out now... He presses his forehead to Jack, tears streaming off his face as he continues to muss the puppy's ears. The dog knowing his greatest responsibility in the world right now to be to comfort his pet human.