X-Men: In His Shadow Ch2 The next day, I took my breakfast in my room, and my lunch as well. I was waiting for Logan to call me for classes. Waiting to meet this... Gambit. All I had been told was that he could control kinetic energy and charge items with explosive power. Around two in the afternoon, I was called out to the back lawn for my lesson with Logan and Remy LeBeau.X-Men: In His Shadow Ch22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gambit was tall and lean, a fedora tipped on his head, shielding dark brown eyes. His hair peeked out from underneath his hat and nearly touched his shoulders. That, like his eyes, was brown, and he wore a tight fitting purple button up beneath a long tan trench coat. Fingerless gloves adorned his hands and black jeans were tucked into combat boots. When he spoke, the etymology of his French last name was abundantly clear to me. He sounded so distinctly Cajun that I could almost smell the Zaterans in the air.
"Logan tells me you have a talent, ma chérie." Says Remy. I nod but say little else. He reaches in to his tre
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The girl was beautiful in the way that a weapon is. She was severe, and had a wild, hunted look in her eyes that I had seen many times. Every time I look in the mirror. She wore a trashed leather jacket made of deep burgundy leather, and had on a black shirt beneath it that looked like it had been through a meat grinder. Blood stained it in multiple places. Those hunted eyes were astonishingly green, her brows were black as was her hair, with dark red, blood red, streaks peaking out from under the dark layers. She was, as it seemed, made of lean muscle. Her pale skin was clear but dirty from being on the streets. At least, what I could see. There was a gruesome 'M' done in black ink that marred her face. When my eyes fell there, she scowled. Not that she wasn't scowling before, but it became more prominent.
"You gonna say something then, Hot Shot?" She asked.
"The Professor isn't here right now." I reply. Deep green eyes implore more of me, but I say no