4382/Feel the Earth Move

Feel the Earth Move
Date of Scene:	03 May 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Rogue

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Gambit has posed:
Sluggish and stiff moving for once having spent most of his night sitting on a cold and frozen ledge Remy doesn't stop the thief from not using traditional means of entry as he refinds his way in to the Avenger's Mansion. A bulky object slung over one shoulder obscured inside of a backpack. The weight it clearly heavy from the way he drops it lazily with a thunk in the hallway outside of Rogue's suite. Almost like some cat delivering a present to it's favorite human.

A rap-tap on her chamber door and the Cajun prepares the 'surprise got you a gift!' gesture/pose.
"You awake in there, chere? It be Remy." Who else has that whiskey on gravel accent and voice. Again knuckles clash against her doorframe.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue was awake, in fact, she'd only been inside her room for about 5 minutes. She'd been out today helping with an Avengers mission to route our a suspected terrorist cell looking to attack a foreign Embassy in Manhattan... It'd gone pretty well. The trap was sprung and the criminals showed up. Rogue helped to round them up and it wasn't too much for her, though her clothing was filled with bullet holes. All over her chest and the fronts of her thighs even. A baggy green shirt that was loose over her shoulders showing a black tanktop beneath it, and some blue jeans, all beat up by the guns fired at her!

Rogue moves away from her desk where she was about to set down a drink and look at her e-mail, and she steps up to the door to pull it opena nd peer outside, her green eyes staring right at Remy's face, surrounded by that deep black eyeliner she likes to wear.

"Heya." She says to the older man, then tosses the door open. "What're you up to?" She has to ask, a faint grin showing.

Gambit has posed:
"That a good look on you. I'm a better look on you though." Remy teases when the door opens and reveals Rogue's attire. "

"I bring a gift to impress you an' your Avengers friends. Maybe lighten them up some to this here thief'n man you got lurking around." His booted toe kicks it. There is a loud 'klonk' of hardened leather crashing in to steel or dense composites of some sort.

"Why you rocking the riddled with bullets Terminator 2 chic anyways?" Remy lifts one arm and drapes it casually along her doorframe, one ankle crossing the other as he leannns.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue gives him a big smirk at his appraisal of her attire. She glances down at it then and back up at him. "Least the holes are conveniently placed in locations that avoid an embarrassing amount of revealin' flesh that ain't nobody around here deserves t'see." She says with a tease back.

A second later and the southern belle is crouching down to pick whatever it is he's got in this bag up. She grabs it up and turns around to walk back into her bedroom. She leaves him to walk in if he wants of course.

"So whats this?" She asks, setting it down on the corner of her bed. "Its not a bomb is it? I don't wanna deal with bombs t'day, again... Thats how I got my clothes all swiss-cheesed like this. Freakin' a-hole terrorists."

Without so much as asking for permissions she tries to reveal whatever's in the bag!

Gambit has posed:
"Nobody, you say?" Remy doesn't move out of the doorway as she breaks past and picks up the bag. Not until shes back on inside. The door being left open behind him he glides on after after teetering off of his heels.

It looks like an odd clump of microsized machinary, a laser screen, nothing a person without some sort of 'science' or engineering expertise would recognize. Some part of Carol Danvers mind in her screams 'weapon' though.

"Not a bomb. Worse if it got in the wrong hands. That there the control nose of somethin' much bigger, ma petit. I read up about it, there a company, a cover ting called Ashton Crawford, they make added components, do things legal like but this here, it leaked what it is. A seismic oscillator control node." A grin from him at saying that right, that hidden 'Trekkie' part of him loves saying ridiculous scifi words.

"So, I know these people, dat know these other people, things happen down in Brazil where a whole city up an fall in to the Earth. This here why, one of these things." A hand rises then falls patting the clump of useless looking tech, "I take it from the bad, bring it to the good. Nice, no?"

"Growin' real bored with not much a thing happening with our good friends up in Westchester. I figure dis a good swing in a way. Took a card out your book, you should be real proud, maybe enough to reward yours truly."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is just pulling the stuff out of the bag and turning it over while eyeballing it with a confused look on her face. From one piece/corner to another and then she looks over and up at him with that youthfully powerful stare of hers. "Ya went and raided a computer tech lab and ya want -me- t'give you a reward for the junk ya brought back?"

Rogue then is just grinning at him, its a slow grin and its soon joined by a slow shake of her head. "How drunk are you right now on a scale'a one t'John Madden?" Rogue doesn't even know who John Madden is. Carol Danvers did though.

She looks back to the 'stuff' and just puts some of it back into the bag. "I can turn this in t'the guys in the basement lab though. They might like it, build a Nintendo out of it or somethin'."

Gambit has posed:
"Not a lick." Remy admits, "This ain't no piece of junk, I jus' explained to you what it is. This is an important piece of terror weaponry." An huff from Remy and he walks over to it, rattling it back and forth on the bed, 'I 'spose maybe I coulda sold it to Black Cat if you not gonna so much as tell a poor man, good job. Well done, all your hard work maybe saved an entire city. You're a real hero, Remy. I am so turned on now, take me right here on this ... thingy seismic... " A flip of one hand up in to the air then down, he loses himself in his own narration with a grin.

"It okay, toss de hunk down there. It where it should be, outta them bad dudes hands."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looks over at him as he starts on his tirade set to the would-be-response he'd hoped to get from her. And in response to -that- she just turns to face him and cross her arms over her stomach, gloved hands and forearms resting criss-crossed there as she eyes him.

"Who's this Black Cat?" She asks then, bypassing the rest. "Another one'a your girls who you profess t'be all about, huh?" She smirks at him and then looks over at the bag, then back up to him.

Her right gloved hand comes up to press her first two fingers against her own lips and then she turns them to him and presses them against the side of his left cheek. "Guess you'll have t'get the rest from her." She says in a teasing voice, showing the faint hints of a grin. Rogue turns then and starts to move toward her closet. Since this is one of those fancy rich people places, its a walk-in closet and she's filled it up with a lot of clothing now that she's getting a steady paycheck here.

Gambit has posed:
"Oh, she not one of yours?" Remy questions, "An Avenger that is. Huh?" A thoughtful noise, "She was there in the Ashton Crawford building when I made it inside. Just standin' there waitin'. Real sneaky one, dat one. Foxy too, for a kitty cat. Fill a suit wit some curve out real goo... " It's in sync with her finger press that he also full stops his talking, realizing those same lips are starting to bury him.

"After we up an' stole this thing we sat on a ledge waiting for security to clear, nothin' to be jealous about." He taunts and baits.

"Sides, she a thief, it always best to avoid them sorts, you know?"

Rogue has posed:
And Rogue is headed into her closet and disappearing inside to put on some clothes that don't have bullet holes in them. She pulls open a cabinet inside the walk-in that has a full length mirror on it so it sort've blocks any would-be-ppepin from out in the bedroom. "Oh, I see... so she was just so hideous you had t'get away from her super fast." Rogue responds from behind the cabinet door inside the closet space, rustling around as she's changing.

"A thief meets a thief..." Rogue peeks around the cabinet door, clearly bent over as she's removing some clothing. "Its like the stars aligned for the two'a you." She teases him FURTHER, cause well...

"I bet she has dangerous skin that'll leave ya in a coma too. Cause we're just so damn common, its why guys just have such a hard time comittin' to me, cause there's so many other girls just like me out there."

She might be a BIT bitter...

Gambit has posed:
"Super fast." Remy says with an almost coo. His fingers tracing over objects in her room while she changes, walking a slow pace around the area.

"My stars they already aligned, way back when wit that whole Shadowking thing, you remember, no?" He stops, "Truthful like I wouldn't know, we never got to the skin clappin' portion of the night. We sat on a ledge playin' twenty questions while time went by. Then time come to go, we went our own ways. Like thieves in the night do, chere. It a kinda unspoken thing."

One of her drawers is opened, he begins lifting an object out. Not like he doesn't know her clothing tastes or sizes, Remy has all the X-ladies sizes memorized. When you need clothes on a mission? Send the Cajun. Be shocked and awed.

"Sides, I had a date, eyes on de prize. I wasn't there but to grab this thing for you an' your new team."
"This place ain't even a school huh? Just super hero real world? All you ladies and fine gents packed in to a big 'ol mansion."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is well aware that she and Remy aren't really an 'item' right now, but the more time she spends around him the more time she starts to get more and more possessive of 'him' which... is probably a bad thing if they're not to BE an item at the present time in place. She's 19, she's in college, and she's an Avenger... She's got a lot on her plate, thankfully she doesn't like to sleep much!

Rogue steps around the cabinet door and closes it, she's dressed in a dark red top with a low scooped neck and short sleeves, and a pair of black jeans that are still unbuttoned in the front. And thats why she shut the mirror so she could look at herself while she buttons her pants up and then tosses her hair back over her shoulders.

"I see." Rogue says as she pulls a pair of gloves off of a rack of them and then starts to slide them onto her forearms while staring at the man.

"You're free t'go after her, ya know. I won't hold it against ya." Oh god, thats a trick question, a setup, or something, isn't it!?

Gambit has posed:
"Let me help you wit that." Remy says, though as quick as his glide from her dresser to beside her is he comes up short, standing just behind her over the mirror. Gazing over her shoulder at the reflection offered.

He is wielding a crooked smile like a weapon, his unique crimson-on-black eyes shining with the exchange, "When I ever not been free, chere. If up an want her, I never miss when I shoot f'r de pretty ones."

"I come back on aroun' here though, subject to your abuse an' cruelty." He drawls out those final words, intentional drama added to it. "We wouldn't be X-Men withou' some self inflicted torture on our down time. Dis a thing you learn real early on."
And like an ADHD ferret trapped in a small room hes tinkering with her things again, plucking open yet another drawer.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue gets her gloves on up to just beneath her elbows and she looks over at him fiddling with her odds-and-ends. She has a few statues of dogs on a shelf, a german shaphard like Ace (who's on the balcony outside the bedroom right now) and a couple yellow lab statues like her dog that apparently died last fall down in Mississippi.

"The other Avengers are all mostly older. They don't even really stay here that much..." She replies to his previous question after it registered in her head. "They breeze through here and there like this is a hotel from that John Wick movie." And then Rogue walks out of the closet and over to her bed to perch her butt down on its edge and slip her feet into some nice comfy slippers... naked Rogue feet are a dangerous thing too after all.

"I miss bein' an X-Men, full time." She then tells him. "But this, I think is better for my skillset and for the things we're tryin' t'stop." She definitely tries to ignore the stuff about him doing whatever girl he wants whenever he wnats to do them!

Gambit has posed:
Remy turns around hiking one leg up on to the dresser top, looking rather at ease and cozy in the process. "Old?" He has a set of her jewerly in his palm, letting it dance over knuckles and between digits. "They all dun look so old."

"If this that hotel, Imma stay. I been through this place though, where security won't require me to give it more than ten, it like Fort Knox. Lotsa expensive things in here."
A twirl and that necklace in his hand vanishes in to his cuff, he stands up and walks over near her, special-mod gloved fingers thread through her hair and the necklace, now a different one with an inset sun and moon is laid around her throat. Her original one he was tinkering with back in the shelf.

"It not so full time right now, they all busy with the school side o' things, allover, that why I came here. Doin' my thing wherever... maybe Jean still trying but I dunno. I got distracted."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue was leaning upright again when he appeared beside her and went to put that necklace around her throat. She held perfectly still to let him do it without run the risk of touching her exposed... and highly dangerous skin. Once it was on she lifts the little pendant up and looks down at it, and then looks up to him, smiling.

"Where'd this come from?" She asks him. Some voice in her head was telling her 'some other girl of course!' but she ignored that voice because she's young and the youth aims more toward the romance of the gesture than the realism behind the action.

"Jean is the best... so pretty, nice and caring." Rogue ponders aloud while standing up to go look at herself in a mirror on her desk. "When I first got to the school, she blew me away with how amazin' she was. I always wanted t'be a girl like her. But.." Rogue looks back at Remy, her eyes on his. "I'm a bit different..." And she shows a little smile.

Gambit has posed:
"Really I forget. Just accept it and let it be one of those fun mysteries." Remy jokes as he walks to the other side of her bed, sitting down on it. "Jean a gorgeous and terrifyin' bundle of dynamite." The thief admits.

"You are a lot differen', petit. You just as impressive when you wanna be."

A look over his shoulder at her, his smile appearing once more, "Especially when in de right company."

A bare thumb rubs over his gloved forefinger, its almost as if he is making sure he didn't touch her, he didn't. He wouldnt be talking right now if he had its just one of those subconscious things. "You up for some fun tonight, maybe go cause some trouble or jus' stay in, huh?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looks up into the mirror to see him behind her testing his fingertips and she turns around to face him. The height difference means that she has to look upward at him and as she's doing it, she's starting to smile at him. "I don't know why ya hang around me. Ya got all the charm and looks in the world t'go out there and nab a girl who won't bleed your soul dry, and pull it right outta your body. What point is there in bein' around the one girl in the world who can do it? And can't even choose not t'do it?"

But, she's only just thinking outloud. "I'm up for either'a those things, Miste'ah Thief. If ya got a job we need t'be doin' though, then I'm ready for it. Even if its fighting weirdo Lizardmen in their strange mystery mansions."

Gambit has posed:
"Got a lead on that, Fence there said he knows a guy who knows a guy that knows where dis stuff is being manufactured. A whole breedin' camp a big ole nasty Lizardpeople. Like those folks from Mount Shasta, the ones that helped start Scientology."

"Mebbe lemme change clothes and we go an' make the call. Smash us up some Weird Science nerds."

Remy stands up, having talked around her first question until now, "Charm an' looks, all jus' part of the trade. An girl, you don ever listen when I talk these things, them words that make a person wanna gag. My life ain't all dat fun without you init. Come to realize dis when the mansion got real lonely an I almost got wit Jean."
Now Remy grins extra large at her and springs up from the bed.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is trading places with him now that he's going to change clothes, she's curling up on the side of her bed that he'd been seated on. She's got her phone out and is running through some messages (its not like she doesn't have men chasing after her too! she's got a whole cult following now that she's on the Avengers website as a full member on the roster!).

"I'm down t'go out and bust some heads." She tells him while staring at her phone. "Last time was creepy as hell. But it was also kinda fun too. I mean... the Mansion thing. Burning their shit hole down and making them run away when they realized they couldn't do nothin' t'hurt me or stop us."

She's grinning now. "And keep your damn greasy fingeres off'a Jean! She's perfect and don't need to be tainted by your swampyness!" And now she's looking up to see where he went to see if she can watch HIM change clothes.

Gambit has posed:
"You jus' like fire and violence." Remy says while he rummages through his carry over bag thats nestled behind one of her corner shelves, "An Jean a grown ass woman, she be quite fine." His emphasis intentional.

"Who textin' you these hours, girl?"