Mini-Vacation from your Vacation, chere?

[freeadvice]

Who: The crew of the Stargazer & Rogue.
Where: The sea?
When: 10/01 - 10/08
What: Specifically, Rogue and Gambit have a good time in the rain. And other week shenanigans.
Warnings: Cute where it has no place being
Style: whatever
Status: Closed


The Stargazer is a humble little sailboat, enough room for three and right now they're at maximum capacity with an extra guest. Who is stuck on board for a week. While Gambit expects the Princess and Rogue to get along real good - he's not so sure about how the next seven days will pan out. They'll just have to find out...

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[tactilelearner]

He did it himself.

[Really, Gambit probably doesn't care. Rogue half expects that if she looks back at the deck from staring out over the ocean, at the endless horizon, he'll be several feet away.

Or even below.

That he'll just wander off while she's talking. Or only half listen.

Maybe that -- or telling herself that -- is why she can talk about it.

...Or maybe it's because she thinks he will actually listen.]

I'd already grabbed him once. Had his powers. He'd cut my face open, so, y'know, threw his own attack back at 'im. Just a sharp wind.

Sliced his throat.

He was holdin' it so he didn' bleed out... an'...

I dunno why I did it. Think I wanted more information on her.

[Which... Remy doesn't know about any of that.]

Th' Tamer. She was... kinda in charge. He was scared of her. An' when I started draggin' the info outta him again, he jus'...

He said he'd let her have us instead.

So he... [She can hear it in her head. She'll rip the mind right out of you! She can hear him.]

He... used his power. Against his throat. Forced the air. An' it--

It went everywhere. Blood an' bits of bone an'... just everywhere.

[Her voice is still very calm, very low, and she never lets her eyes stray from the horizon.]

[freeadvice]

[Remy listens silently to her story and doesn't move either (which is sort of impressive, considering.)

He does his very best to keep quiet. Especially on the more detailed parts. And at the end of it, he's quite happy this guy is dead so he can't do something about it.

...The Tamer lady is a different story however. He's going to have to follow up on that.

He can tell, from first hand experience and seeing it in others, that she's biting down on the chomp. Keeping it under wraps and not letting anyone know if she's hurting from this or not. If she wasn't doing just that she wouldn't have told him, or at least not have told him that much.

He releases a concerned breath he was holding as she spoke and quietly offered up one thing he'd wished someone would have told him ages ago:]

...Y'don' have to be okay, Rogue.

[Not here. Not with me. Goes unsaid.]

[tactilelearner]

[She could say a lot. Could repeat the words that haunt her sleep. That wake her up in the night.

Could tell him that Keimi handled it worse. That she'd been horrified to see someone die.

And that she hadn't. That she hadn't felt bad about it in the slightest. That she'd looked at him, dead, and felt he deserved it.]

Do too.

[But there was the waver in her voice. It betrayed her.

How much it still bothered her. How strange it felt, how empty. That she hadn't regretted it. That she hadn't wondered if she was a bad person.

And that scared her. That maybe she was more like Mystique than she ever wanted to believe.]

[freeadvice]

Maybe. [He shrugged.]

But I know dat ain' gon' leave y' mind fo' a long time.

[He won't share fucked up stories unless she asks for them.]

Might be good to let yo'self do it now den later. [Punching, screaming, crying, laughing - whatever it might be that she was bottling up - he wasn't going to specify.

Now was better than later because there might not be the security of safety then. You don't know when something bad is going to happen to fuck with everything else.]

Don' t'ink y' feelin' right, is all. Can' do much 'sides offer y'dat.

[If he thought touching her would help her he would do it without question.]

[tactilelearner]

[Rogue looked down at the side of the boat, where it pushed water aside.

Almost curious -- desperate to focus on anything else -- to see if she could, she reached her gloved hand toward it and started to rotate her wrist.

Just a bit of wind, swirling the water.

Another confession, then. Very softly.]

I dunno how.

[How to let loose. How to let it out.

It came of its own accord, usually with disastrous results.]

Tend t' make a mess of things when I do.

Pushed someone [technically a statue that had never been alive, but she hadn't known that then] off a cliff b'fore, remember?

[freeadvice]

[And she deserved it. He thought to himself, a good chunk of viciousness in it that he wouldn't voice because she didn't need that from him. At least he thought so.]

Y'ain' de only one.

[He wasn't going to force it out of her, at any rate. That wouldn't help her or him or anyone anywhere.]

Ain' afraid o'yo' mess, any rate. You 'member dat, chere.

[tactilelearner]

[For a few moments, she let that hang in the air. She did, at least, take responsibility for the things she did. As awful as some of them could be.

Even when she hadn't had any control. She'd needed to help stop Apocalypse because she'd helped unleash him.]

Y'think...

[A pause. A start. A stop. Another start.]

An' I know I ain' gonna get an unbiased answer. 'S you, after all.

[...Yes, she might have tried to make that sound as judgmental as possible. As if she was dismissing whatever he was going to say immediately.

But she still asked it, which probably spoke louder than the tone did.]

But... d'y' think...

What's it say 'bout a person? If they can kill someone [two people, really, since she couldn't absolve herself of Mystique, even if it hadn't been real] an' not care?

Not feel like they did anythin' wrong.

[freeadvice]

[She was right to make it sound judgmental. Gambit had a very different moral code than most people - certainly the people Rogue associated with. His tended to favor lawlessness and the idea that revenge was totally allowed if they deserved it. He'd been skewed that way since birth, but it was his way of thinking.]

Dat dey were ready t' do it. Maybe not have known it, or ever will, but dey were.

[He's asked himself that question sometimes. And has come to this conclusion. It sounds almost scripted, the way he explains it. Like it's been repeated before. Either to him or from him.]

Person like dat is needed sometimes.

[tactilelearner]

'S what Logan is.

[Her eyes don't leave the water she's still swirling. She's even started to make her own very miniature waterspout.

Quicker gestures with her hand and pulling up, so the wind not only twists but raises too.]

Th' one who does what th' others won'. Like the prof.

...Guess I always knew that's what I was gonna be.

[It's... It's strangely comforting. To know. To know that she can.]

Things Scott can' do. [He would be the first to come to mind. What he'd think of what she'd done.] Or Jean. [Miss Perfect with all her morals and superiority.] Or Kitty. [Too sweet. She'd probably be horrified.] Or Kurt.

Used t' have Evan around... but he ain' with us now.

[freeadvice]

Takin' charge of his own destiny.

[It comes easily. Repeating what he told her back in that train car.]

S'gonna happen fo' all of dem.

[Question is: Will you let it happen for yourself?]

[tactilelearner]

Wouldn' mind livin' Logan's life.

[What can she say? She doesn't know what it's like in his head.]

Able t' come an' go as I please.

Don' 'magine Scott'd be too thrilled 'bout that, though.

[It's a small, faltering attempt at a kind of joke.]

[freeadvice]

Don' t'ink dat boy is thrilled 'bout anythin'.

[He is not a fan. For reasons. Totally valid ones.]

'Cept perhaps de stick up his ass.

[tactilelearner]

Scott ain' that uptight.

[Defensive? Maybe a little. But he's one of hers, and... well. The whole crush thing.]

But lookin' after all of us? Falls on him.

He'd do anythin' t' protect any of us. ...Least I can do is make sure someone's willin' t' do th' same for him.

[freeadvice]

Uhuh.

[He doesn't sound too convinced. His father never was wound that tight and he kept plenty of families safe.]

Do believe dat last bit.

[After all, Scott looked like he was going to rip him a new one once they found them in Louisiana.]

De first? No' so much.

[tactilelearner]

[The ride back to the Institute had been, at best, awkward.

Trying to explain to Wolverine and Scott about why she was there, why she hadn't bolted, and why she'd stepped in to help him in the end.

But they'd just been concerned about her.]

Jus' how he is.

Ain' anythin' wrong with that.

[freeadvice]

Whatever you say, chere.

[He still has a stick up his ass.]

[tactilelearner]

You ain' ever even talked t' him. You don' get t' judge.

[That's her stance, and she's sticking to it.

Besides, he's here and Scott's not. Someone has to defend Scott.]

[freeadvice]

"Been watchin' you fo' weeks, Rogue."

[Yes he's quoting himself, but he has a point.]

You ain' exactly alone often, chere.

[He sounds almost.....jealous.]

[tactilelearner]

["Depends how you define 'alone.'"

But she won't say that. Somehow, it doesn't seem quite right to say it. Not to him, at least. Somehow, it just... doesn't suit the conversation.]

Guess not.

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[freeadvice]

Early mornin' battle sims, 'onestly.

[Not that Remy has any room to talk.

And he is slightly hoping that Rogue will not remember enough from the few times they've touched to tell him so.]

No one saw anything~

[tactilelearner]

[Rogue laughs a bit at that, shaking her head.

It's a slightly sharp sound but not quite bitter.]

Military school brat, an' we all pay for it.

[She hates those mornings. So much.]

[freeadvice]

....y'know dat explains a lot.

[He can't say he's surprised really but...]

[tactilelearner]

One military school brat, one with some MMA trainin'...

An' the rest of 'em can barely throw a punch.

[Seriously. Training is suffering when trying to actually get them to do combat]

[freeadvice]

Dey run pretty fast?

[He can attest to that!

After...throwing explosive cards at them. For money.]

[tactilelearner]

Well. One phases. One teleports.

[That look? That look is Unimpressed.

In the highest degree.]

So. Yeah. Evasion's their strong suit.