5096/Feisty

Feisty
Date of Scene:	04 August 2018
Location:	Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Erika, Negasonic, and Remy encounter each other outside.
Cast of Characters:	Souvenir, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Gambit

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Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir is on her morning run. Black sweatpants, running shoes, a long sleeved shirt, and black leather gloves in Rogue's style. Actually, they're literally the same gloves Rogue wears, that's who she got these from. Also, she has a small backpack with her, just in case she finds (or needs) anything interesting. She is sans makeup for the run, not wanting to deal with eyeliner while on a long jog.

Now she's on her way back, looking around to see who else might be around.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic lays on the lawn, earbuds in, flicking through her phone and with her legs crooked as she sprawls on her back. Her stubbled head lays in the grass thoughtlessly and she has on a pair of sunglasses to shield her from the morning rays. She wears dark purple leggings, white sneakers and a tank top that says DON'T TOUCH ME in block letters across her modest chest.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau has at best in regards to the school proper only lurked around the grounds, coming to and from his room inside of the boathouse, a motorcycle parked outsde of it often the only way to tell he was there. Lately it has been more present.
A rare day for the Cajun, one of those where he actually rose with the son and didn't require a hangover remedy right away, feeling as though today might just be a day to be productive he's wearing black with a darker black striped light running pants, tennis shoes and a purple tanktop, a bandana tied up around his head, keeping his hair tight to his scalp and locked in place. No reason for the shades, hes among his own here those red-on-black eyes full visible, a toothpick hanging from his lips. A poor substitute for his smokes but for now, it'll do.
A single earbud in while the other hangs, music blaring from it. A remake of 'No Diggity' from the sounds. Its running corner of a hill he's closing in around the lake on where Negasonic lays and no doubt an intersect with Erika.

None who he recalls ever meeting. He imagines there will be plenty of those. The Cajun has been busy and gone a while.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir slows. Ooh! People! She waves at Negasonic, "Hello!" then stops, jogging in place a bit as someone else comes into view. Ooh. Meh, she's close enough. She sits down in the grass and starts stretching out and catching her breath, stretching out over her knees and pulling her toes up.

She looks over at Negasonic and tilts her head. "What'cha listening to? I was rocking some Icon For Hire, but the last bit it just wasn't fitting the scenery."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic slowly slides down her sunglasses and pops one of her earbuds out, "You know I can't hear diddly shit with these in right?" she says, slowly pushing herself up to a sitting position. "If you were asking what I was listening to, it's a podcast called 'My Favorite Murder'. Try and guess what it's about," she says.

She glances over and sees Remy starting to advance on them, "Jesus, another jogger. This place is turning into a friggin' Pilates class."

Gambit has posed:
Remy's jog doesn't cease by the two not until he's glancing over, his attention fixed enough he finds himself hitting a half-buried root on the trail, his toe clipping it and causing him to pitch forward. He fortunately catching himself on his hands and palms before going full faceplant, it looks about now like he is in the push up position. He won't admit reading Negasonic's shirt just tossed him for a rather careless loop.
Going with his posture he remains there, looking over first at Erika then her companion, "Bonjour and good morning."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Oh, awesomeness. What was the latest one on? I was listening to Icon For Hire." She stretches out over the other knee. "Hey, I haven't even got to the punching trees bit, and I have to deal with weights here soon. UGH. I just don't want to kick my own ass again."

She finishes that knee stretch, goes into a sitting splits type stretch, leaning forward, and waves at the new arrival, "Hi-ii! What's up? Are you a teacher here? Do you know how to do anything neat that you've learned? Not like.." She puts her hands out at a random tree and shakes them, "Zappity zappity, but like.. skills."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic pushes up to her feet, rolling her neck a little bit and brushing some loose grass off of her shoulder. "Yeah. Bonjour and shit," she says.

"I'm Negasonic Teenage Warhead. This is Erika. She's eager. I'm not. Please tell her what she wants to know or she'll start vibrating like a nervous chihuahua."

Gambit has posed:
"And shit." Remy quirks his lips and his brow, realizing he lost his toothpick in that nose dive. With a quick shove upwards he is standing, stretching one arm out before him and bending at the waist before his hand slaps back down to his side.
Quirk turns in to a full on smile as he is asked about being a teacher, "Not currently, once maybe. "
"You two petit be uh students, huh?"

"Negasonic Teenage... what?" A low chuckle rolls free of the man. "Dat a mouthful, Remy, Remy LeBeau." He steps forward and offers his hand in a light shake to each.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir points at Negasonic and nods. "She's right, you know. I totally will." She climbs up to her feet, going ankle exercises on one foot lightly and extends a gloved hand to shake.

She nods, "Yeah, I just started not that long ago because I can't sleep on an ordinary bed anymore which totally bites by the way and now I'm trying to get things figured out and stuff. What kind of stuff were you teaching? Because I am totally needing to figure out some stuff to do, I don't know, I feel like I need to like go break into a hospital and an army base and steal all the socks or something, well I guess it doesn't have to be socks but it's not like I can trust hair ties, lots of people don't wear them, and shirts are usually the wrong size."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic looks at the hand with a skeptical eye, "What am I, your accountant?" she says. Ignoring that particular nicety, she looks down at her phone instead, flicking across the screen with a finger. One good thing about being friends with Erika is that Erika will pay attention to other people, giving Ellia an opportunity to do what she does best: pay them no mind.

"No, we're not students. I'm Professor McGonnagal and this is Dumbledore. Report to the Shrieking Shack for detention," she says.

Gambit has posed:
The gloves are recognized the moment they're extended, Remy's hand closes over Erika's reflexively and he gives closer inspection. "I know these." He remarks quietly. "She must like you." A far away sound to his whisky and smoke cultured voice for a moment then he withdraws the friendly shake, the one offered Negasonic reclaimed. "Whoah, girl, slow down. I'm no teacher, not right now, maybe at best de janitor or a tutor. Still got to speak wit whoever be in charge, let 'em see what school like dis year around."

Negasonic gets a sidelong look, a light noise comes out of Remy, "Fiesty, you even put the talking hat on yet? I imagine you got put in Slytherin or mebbe Logans team, huh?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Should I be using the other name? I mean, I HAVE one, I just never see anybody using one except you. I don't know what house Negasonic Teenage Warhead is in. The snarky kind of puts her in her own class, you know. Does Logan even have a team? I mean, I hang out with his daughter a lot. And yeah, we talk sometimes, we have similar issues and like, about the same size hands, ish. She's nice."

She switches ankles. "I'm a psychometrist, and I have to wear gloves or I get zapped by everything I touch. So I need souvenirs. What do you know how to do?"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic pulls out a stick of gum, popping it in her black-lipsticked mouth, "I don't really do teams," she says. "I blow shit up. It ain't complicated," she says.

She flicks her eyes back to Erika, "Call me whatever. I mean, I did go to the trouble of picking the friggin' name, I might as well use it sometimes, but I'm nobody's mother. Go hog wild, see if I flick a fuck."

Gambit has posed:
"Chatty and Fiesty. I can dig." Remy muses.
"I see. Well, best you keep dem on then, won't see me trying to strip you of 'em." He winks his head.

"Sounds familiar. I don't do teams either but here I am, here you are an' imagine that, we both good at blowing shit up."
"Mutant name, I 'spose, Gambit. You girls can jus' call me Remy though. No need for dat other stuff right now, we all just enjoying some sun and music apparently."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nodsnods, "Yeah, I get the complicated. I get things from people and I can do the stuff they were doing when they were carrying them. I need to go hunt down someone to make me a better kung-fu ninja stuff souvenir though. Laura is a badass, but her headspace is really weird and it throws me off."

She nodsnods. "I'm liking Souvenir, myself, 'cause I use them." She stretches her shoulders a bit and rolls her neck. "What kind of things do you other than blowing stuff up?" She's definitely noticed that bit is being evaded by now. She hasn't started vibrating like a chihuahua though. Yet. That might be imminent.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Negasonic chews carefully, blowing a bubble, "Basically, that's her way of telling you to watch your shit cause she'll start wanting your old yearbooks or some shit if you got skillz," she says.

"Fiesty makes it sound like I'm an old lady talking sassy to the orderly at my nursing home. I'm a bitch. Get it right."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods and points at Negasonic. "Accurate. But like, I doubt I would get anything good out of a yearbook. People don't do anything cool with a yearbook. And yeah. 'Feisty'? Ew?"

Gambit has posed:
"What else I do, well, time will show you that one, Erika." Remy says with a charming smile before he gives both girls a flip of his finger from his brow, "Got to get running again or I won't start, adorable an' fiesty." He fires back at Negasonic while he starts t o run again pausing just a moment to say, "I like Souvenir. It's unique."
That said the Cajun is gone, running off down along the Breakstone.