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DRAFT LOG #2: The Battle Game!

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Fighting bad guys!
When: Today (after 12PM) to the 19th, in the evening
Where: The Mining Facility
Summary: It's an underground mine! And the Malnosso want you to kill and capture all the bad guys! Oh, but don't let the rocks fall on you. That could hurt.
Rating: B for BLOOD. Seriously. People are going to die. People have already died. We're not going to make it out of here. We're all screwed, it's Game Over, man!

Everything you need to know is listed here and also this way. If you haven't signed up yet and want to be on this draft, then go do it and stop being lazy!

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Then let's do it.

[Taking Melanie's shoulder as well, he'll BAMF the three of them just outside of where Gambit's little brawl is. He holds back, though. Rogue's in charge, so he'll wait for her order.]

[Rogue is not the kind of leader who can't take suggestions.]

Then drop us outside the room. [Coming on them in the middle of a fight like this is a bad idea, but once BAMF'd in, it's time to go guns blazing. That is, if there are any members of the TP left to fight.]

[There aren't any left to fight. By the time they BAMF back in, Gambit has just finished off the last one in a cold knock-out. He definitely heard Kurt's first 'port in, even if he didn't look around, so it's not much of a surprise when he comes back.

But as Gambit finishes collapsing and pocketing his bo again, the look on his face isn't the usual cocky grin or even feigned innocence... he just looks mildly irritated. He's been trying to cover your backs from here, guys, turning around and coming right back into danger defeats the purpose. They don't need to be worrying about him.

Shaking his head, he turns his attention to dusting off a sleeve. That and his off-handed tone are about as good a cover for the flicker of annoyance as he can manage for now.]

Y'all missed the party.

[One of the TP members gets a nudge with his boot.]

[Gambit is not the only one who is annoyed, but unlike him, Rogue makes no attempt at hiding it. She surveys the damage with one quick assessment, frowning.] Maybe 'cause our invitation got lost in the mail.

[She glances at Kurt and Melanie.] You two mind taggin' these while I have a word with Gambit?

Sure, leave all the hard work for us, yeah?

[Kurt is keeping a careful eye out for any Third Party goons in the area, but it seems quiet. So he'll start flipping the soldiers over for tagging them and applying the strips of plastic handcuffs he brought with them. He doesn't exactly trust the Malnosso to pick them up in a timely manner.]

We can take it from here.

[Go ahead and have a word, Rogue. Melanie will just follow after Kurt and tag the remaining soldiers while keeping an eye out for anything else.]

[Under any other circumstances, Gambit would probably be cracking a joke here. Something along the lines of teasing Rogue about wanting a moment alone with him. But this is anything but the normal circumstances. Not to mention she looks just about as amused as he feels.

As Kurt and Melanie go to tag the trail of TP Gambit has left behind, the Cajun just raises his eyebrows at Rogue. Silent acknowledgement that he's listening, or will follow if she wants to get further out of earshot.]

[And in this case, a little more privacy suits her just fine, since Rogue isn't exactly sure what she wants to say or why the thought of him trailing behind them like this makes her so angry. She jerks her head towards the entrance of this little curve in the tunnel in response to his raised eyebrows. They can take watch and make sure no one gets through as Kurt and Melanie tag.

Once they are a ways away, her voice is a low undertone.] What the heck do you think you're doin'?

[The privacy and better lookout combination is a good idea as far as he's concerned, so Gambit just follows along quietly. Somehow, her words don't surprise him in the slightest. He'll match her undertone, though.]

I was watchin' your backs. [And because he's sure the question is coming of what he was doing so far back, he adds onto it.] Figured all'a you had enough on your hands wit'out needin' to keep an eye out for one more person.

[Yeah. That's what she thought you'd say - or something along those lines. And it just ticks her off even more. Always careful of personal space, Rogue is incensed enough to ignore it. Heck, she'd probably shout if she was a little less aware of their situations. She pokes at the armor on his chest with one finger for emphasis.]

This ain't exactly our first time on this particular rodeo. We don't need you hangin' back an' drawin' fire off of us.

[There is some small part in the back of his mind insisting that, hey, Rogue must be really pissed if she's poking him like this.

Ain't that something.

...Not important, LeBeau. Moving on. You were annoyed here.

Despite the righteous fury he's faced with, Gambit isn't backing down at all. He just meets her gaze, every ounce as stubborn. There's still some faint flicker of irritation in his eyes, but his tone is still low and controlled.]

An' what if a few of the stronger ones came up from behind when y'all were already busy wit' a few on your end? I know you're good, but these tunnels're crawlin' wit' 'em.

[And at least this way, he could buy all of you some time, even in a worst case scenario.]

[Don't you try to talk logically with her! She knows there are risks! She also knows that walking around in these tunnels by yourself following a highly trained and mildly on-edge teleporter isn't the smallest one in the game book.

Withdrawing her hand, Rogue places both hands on her hips and leans in. She's always conscious of her body, about how close she can be to other people, and this is no exception. This is meant to intimidate, meant to demand all of his attention and make him look right at her and deal with me. She doesn't miss that flicker or irritation in his eyes, and she's not sure if it's because he was caught, called on it, or that she's not swooning at his feet in gratitude - and if he wants a swoon, he'll be waiting a hell of a long time.

She's not going anywhere. Because, like it or not, some of the reasons of why she is so angry with him are finding their voice, and she won't let him get away with a wave and a smile - or a few seemingly reasonable words - this time.]

An' then what? Kablewie an' we'll see ya next week? We wouldn't have even known what would've happened, or how we could have helped each other, because you were too busy sneakin' around like helpin' us is somethin' you hafta hide to let us know you were doin' it!

[She has his full attention, alright, but he's not exactly intimidated. He's still refusing to back down. Sure, his logic may be a little twisted to most people, but to him, this was the best way. This way, there was less chance of anyone but him being hurt. This way, if he had to take out an entire cave wall to block off the Third Party, they others would be clear out of the way.

Even though the irritation is fading, his eyes seem to be glowing a little brighter in the dark now. His already low tone drops just a bit lower.]

Would your whole li'l gang back there have really trusted me if I had let you know right off?

[Because let's face it. He knows full well he's considered a loose cannon.]

[Her eyes widen at his admission. Her little kablewie comment had been a shot in the dark - she hadn't really thought that Gambit was considering dying out here in order to protect them - suicide. She'd just been throwing out the worst possible scenario. To have him agree startles her and momentarily banks her raging fury with a sort of horror.

And then the moment passes and she shifts through this conflict of emotions to identify with the one easiest to deal with - How dare he?

She doesn't miss the glowing eyes or the low tone. At the edge of her awareness is the sudden acknowledgement that the unforeseen consequence of forcing to deal with her is that she now must deal with him, a true face-off, unlike any other they'd had since that one night in the swamp when she'd discovered that he'd lied to her and used her like everyone else. Despite all their other confrontations, there had always been a part of her which was kept in reserve, protecting herself... and God knew how many sides there were to this man in front of her. But she had the feeling that he wasn't holding anything back in this particular conversation, and as dangerous as meeting him head on was, Rogue didn't chose her name without reason. She ignores the danger and charges on.]

What the heck is that question? You an' I both know damn well that trust is somethin' you have to earn. No, we wouldn't've trusted you - we would've watched out for you which is the whole freakin' point! You don't get to choose to die in a blaze of sacrificial glory out of pure, ornery, bullheaded stubbornness. If you're going to risk yourself to watch our backs, we deserve the right ta know about it and do the same! You want to see if we can trust you? Then grant us the same darn courtesy.

[Trust us to have your back, to trust you if you earn it.]

Edited 2011-12-20 22:06 (UTC)

[He knows she's right. Of course she is. But that doesn't mean he isn't standing by his decision. Sure, it's pretty bullheaded, and the odds aren't the best of scraping through it solo, but since when does he not go for broke on such a chance? You don't go around with people calling you "Gambit" without having a knack for pulling off stunts against ridiculous odds.

Even with Rogue's anger blazing over this, he is still keeping stubbornly still. He's sure that plan of hanging back is completely wrecked now, but he's not about to abandon the reasoning just yet. Backwards as his methods may be, it was his way of protecting them.]

I know. But you didn't need to be guardin' your backs against the wing nuts and someone fightin' right next to you. The distraction coulda cost you.

[And if that means losing a chance at gaining their trust, then so it goes. He'd prefer that to being the reason someone wasn't up to their full potential.]

[And again, he's making this all about protecting her - them - whatever. All without giving them a chance to watch out for himself. Something in Rogue snaps.]

For Gawd's sake, Remy!

[She leans back now, twisting to shout over at Kurt.]

Kurt! If he comes with us, are you gonna be worryin' he's gonna shoot us in the back?

[She is fully expecting the answer to be "No." It's not as if they haven't worked with the Brotherhood or - heck, even the Acolytes before.]

[Kurt totally didn't hear any of that. So he turns around and tilts his head a bit.]

Why, does he have a gun?

[She turns back to Gambit, her eyebrows arched and one hand waving towards Kurt and upwards as if to say: There, you see?]

[Breaking out the real name. Not "Cajun", "swamp rat", "gumbo", or even "Gambit." Somehow, that alone hits harder than logic, but Kurt's two cents being added in also helps.

Well, if he thought he stood a chance of slipping away again before, he definitely doesn't think he can now. With a shake of his head, the last remaining trace of annoyance fading from his expression. You X-Men and your second chances.]

Okay, okay. Point taken.

Good. [She huffs and looks down for a moment, collecting herself, before looking back up at him.]

So are sticking around or takin' off?

[Because the following thing? Is done. No more sacrificial nonsense.]

[Gambit idly folds his arms, a slight grin tugging at one corner of his mouth.]

An' leave jus' as it's gettin' interesting? Non. T'ink I'll be stickin' around.

[Like it or not, he's got your backs.]

Right.

[She wouldn't ever admit it, but there's a sense of relief and rightness at this.]

'course not. Come on, then.

[And she'll turn back towards Kurt and Melanie after casting one last glance down the tunnel. She starts working on peeling off a glove as she goes, approaching and bending down to touch a TP member along the way. She holds the touch a moment - the strange rush of power without psyche flooding her again - and moves on to the next one.]

Kurt. Melanie. Seems like we've got company.

Edited 2011-12-21 02:54 (UTC)

Great... One big, happy mutant family.

[... and one human. But he likes Mel more than Gambit, so that's okay.]

As long as nobody ends up dying, then it's fine by me. [Said in jest. (Sort of.) Unlike Kurt, Melanie has no strong feelings about Gambit one way or the other. So the more people there are to help fight off the Third Party, the better.]

[Wry grin. This oughta be interesting.]

Don't sound so excited now.

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