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Post by Mystique on Oct 6, 2008 22:48:28 GMT -5
She flipped through the channels of the television aimlessly, obviously bored. Just letting the blasted thing remain on the news, she tossed the remote aside, flopping down on the couch.
Mystique was in her normal scaly blue skin today, not even bothering to take up some sort of appearance with clothing. Her hands rested behind her head as her eyes flashed, a smirk spreading across his face as they announced Magneto was taking - which pretty much said he already had - taken over New York. And why was she stuck here again?
Oh yeah - babysitting the other Brotherhood members. What a fun job.
Rolling her eyes at the thought, she turned off the television and stared at the ceiling, absenmindedly counting the tiles that it was made up of.
God was she fricken bored, sitting here with instead of with Magneto, attempting to destroy all humanity. In HER personal opinion, she wished they had destroyed the school instead of just leaving the powerless X-Men to crawl back to it, but she had passed it off. It seemed like Magneto barely needed her anymore.
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Post by gambit on Oct 7, 2008 10:08:18 GMT -5
He couldn’t take it anymore. He was going stir crazy in this place just waiting. Waiting for news, for action... anything!
He should be out there. He should be out there right now helping Magneto do whatever it was he was planning on doing with those Sentinels; the Sentinels that ol’ Remy LeBeau, master thief, had made it possible for him to hijack in the first place. But no, he had been sent back here, obviously having yet to gain the older man’s trust.
What could he expect when he sold his loyalty out to the highest bidder?
Unable to just sit around any longer, Remy bounded down the stairs and, hearing sounds coming from the living room he made his was in that direction. Coming up behind the couch, his red on black eyes were fixated on the news report on the screen. He’d done it. The crazy old coot had actually pulled it off.
“Well lookee here,” he let out a long whistle, leaning on the back of the sofa. Finally setting eyes on who it was that happened to be watching the television, he lazily let his eyes travel over her body before moving back up to her face. Blue, scaly, yet oddly alluring, Mystique was someone he could tell instantly not to mess with, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a bit of fun getting under that blue skin of hers. “So how’s it feel t’ rule de whole city?”
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Post by Mystique on Oct 7, 2008 11:52:54 GMT -5
Oh God not him, Mystique groaned mentally, eyes flashing again. She continued to stare at the ceiling as he appeared over the couch, refusing to acknowledge his presence. If she did, he'd probably tick her off more than she already was.
And hell, half the time, she couldn't tell what he was saying because of that damned accent. She rolled her eyes when he did speak. If she was ruling the city, she wouldn't be laying her like a bump on a log, and would be standing next to Magneto wherever the hell he was.
"Does it look like I rule the city you southern idiot? Erik does, not me. What's he need me for anyway? To run some pathetic missions to go and kill a few homosapiens?" She muttered, glancing at him.
"What are you doing down here anyway? Shouldn't you be bothering one of them up there and leaving me alone?" |
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Post by gambit on Oct 8, 2008 14:57:20 GMT -5
Remy’s eyebrows raising, he waited patiently as Mystique launched into a rant. Sounded like someone was feeling underappreciated. It was surprising to find her here as opposed to being out with Magneto in his moment of Glory. The Cajun understood why he had been left behind, but if there was anyone their ‘boss’ trusted, it had to be Mystique. He had only been here a few days, but he even suspected there was something more than just a business relationship between the two.
“I meant in de global sense, meanin’ all mutants rulin’ de city,” Remy clarified with a wide grin. “But sounds like I went an’ struck a nerve, non? What y’ do t’ get stuck here instead o’ bein’ out dere, makin’ history?”
Even though she wanted him anywhere but here, Remy rounded the couch and sat down on the arm of a nearby armchair. Sliding down the arm until his butt his the seat and his back the other arm, he let one leg remain propped up while the other foot hit the floor.
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Post by Mystique on Oct 8, 2008 15:27:42 GMT -5
"Well, it's certainly better than those pathetic homosapeins ruling the city. And if it was up to me, all of them would be dead." She said, grinding her teeth together as her eyes flashed red for the briefest of moments. God was she ticked off.
Mystique stared at him, her gaze following him as he plopped himself down in the chair. She thought back for a moment - what the hell had she done to be stuck here? Nothing that she could think of. Then again, it could have been her doing nothing at all that Erik had decided to leave her there - oh well. She was sure he'd call when he needed some sort of errand to run.
"I dunno - that's a question you'd have to ask him. I suppose he just wants to take over things for now on his own. He'll call me back eventually...."
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Post by gambit on Oct 8, 2008 15:49:15 GMT -5
Although his impassive poker face never changed, inwardly Remy winced at Mystique’s words. Perhaps he had joined Magneto’s team, had helped him steal the tools required to conquer New York City, but that didn’t mean he hated the humans. His whole family back in New Orleans were homo-sapiens, and no matter what had happened back there he would destroy anyone that so much as tried to harm one hair on any of their heads.
A card seeming to appear out of nowhere, it began to dance along his fingers, barely touching, almost floating. It continued to move even as his eyes moved back over to Mystique. She didn’t sound so certain of that last part.
“Course he will,” the Cajun replied with no inflection whatsoever in his voice. Whether he was being genuine or sarcastic was anyone’s guess. “So, ‘til den we jus’... sit here? An’ I gave up a job dat promised t’ pay a handsome fee fo’ dis.”
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Post by Mystique on Oct 8, 2008 16:00:23 GMT -5
She stared at the card that had seemed to appear from nowhere, watching it dance along his fingertips. She had seen him play with them before, but never actually throw them at anyone - then again, they hadn't had any major battles, just petty fights among the other members of the Brotherhood because they had nothing else better to do.
Mystique sighed out of nowhere, rolling her eyes again. "Yep. Sitting here is all we can do until Erik calls or gives us the signal to move out of this place. And you'll soon get over leaving your job - I know I did. But this life, it's much better." |
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Post by scarletwitch on Oct 8, 2008 16:34:51 GMT -5
Seeking company, Wanda made her way to the lounge, where she heard voices - Mystique and Gambit, from the sound of it. She entered the room, smiling politely.
"Hello. I thought everyone would be out in the city now. I suppose someone needs to stay here, to keep an eye on... things."
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Post by Mystique on Oct 8, 2008 16:52:18 GMT -5
Mystique glanced up, but didn't need to to know who it was almost instantly. She would recognize the voice of Magneto's daughter pretty much anywhere.
"Hello Wanda - and no, only your father is out in the city. He left me here to keep an eye on things." Mystique replied quietly, but sat up so the girl would have a place to sit down on the couch.
"I thought you were sleeping?" |
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Post by scarletwitch on Oct 8, 2008 17:07:40 GMT -5
She sat down carefully on the couch. "Oh, yes, I suppose he would do that."
"I was. I wanted some company for a while, that's all."
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Post by gambit on Oct 8, 2008 17:17:43 GMT -5
Much better? Remy wasn’t so sure. Being a thief was something he enjoyed and was extremely good at. If he kept stuffing away money the way he had been doing since leaving New Orleans, it wouldn’t take long before he could retire for the rest of his life if he so chose. He liked his independence, and the idea of giving that up for some dream, no matter how real it was coming, didn’t sit very well with him.
He was in this now, though, and it would be in his best interest to remain, at least until something better came along.
Looking up as Wanda entered the room, Remy offered a charming smile. She was the boss’s daughter, which made her forbidden fruit, but she sure as hell made the scenery around here better.
“Mais, y’ came t’ de right place, chère. Pull up a chair an’ enjoy de show,” he drawled, the card pausing momentarily as he gestured to the television behind him.
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Post by Mystique on Oct 8, 2008 17:26:32 GMT -5
"Well, we're not much company. A southern gambler and a reptilian-looking shapeshifter aren't exactly the perfect choice for company." Mystique muttered. But she didn't really care - if Wanda chose to hang out with them, it didn't bother her. Folding her arms over her chest, she leaned back against the couch, drumming her fingers across her arm.
"What the hell are you talking about a show? If that's a jab toward me, I'll kill you." Mystique stated, glaring at him for a moment. "Otherwise, I'd say it's not much of a show." |
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Post by scarletwitch on Oct 9, 2008 9:28:05 GMT -5
She gave a small smile, trying not to seem nervous.
"Oh, it's all right... anything's better than sitting in my room by myself or sleeping. I expect it would be good for me to become closer to other people... besides my brother of course."
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