Conspiracy X : Who: Remy LeBeau (Gambit) and Gloria Mun

Who: Remy LeBeau (Gambit) and Gloria Munoz (Risque)
What: Gloria is seeing how Gambit is doing after they have returned to their 'normal' selves.
When: Tonight of course.
Where Remy's room.
Rating: PG-13 - R because of language and considering who the two characters are.
Status: Complete.

Remy had not shown his face to Gloria since she and he woke up on the wrong side of the bed . . . granted it was in more ways than one. This was a bit of an annoyance because Remy certainly didn't seem like the type that let things bother him. At least he had given that impression when Gloria first met him, an impression that was slowly unraveling itself.

However, now their powers had returned to normal. Gloria could open her mouth without screaming in sonic decibals and she guessed that Remy too, had to have returned to his 'normal' state. So why was he hiding in his room? She tossed ebony hair over a bronzed shoulder and found herself marching toward his bedroom door, feeling the barest hint of a sensation she was not used to. The sensation being 'concern'. Her upper lip twitched slightly and knuckles tapped loudly on the Cajun's door.

"Remy? ¿Como estas?" Gloria kept her voice vague, leaning against the door frame while her hands slipped into the pockets of faded blue jeans, the smooth curve of her hips could be seen along with the flat muscle of her stomach, cerleaun eyes glanced to the door when she received no answer. "Fine, it looks like I'll have to see for myself." A sigh of irritation and her hand found itself at the door knob turning the handle forcefully.

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mais_yeah
2007-11-18 22:49 (link)

The door was not locked. This was nothing strange. Remy was not very private, nor did he ever seem to have anything of value. His door was always open regardless of whether or not he was in it. Yet another gesture of transparency that was nothing of a sort.

The door swung soundlessly open. The carpet moved out of its way. No, that wasn't right: the carpet wasn't soft, vari-gray and made of tiny floating pieces. Feathers. A soft sea of feathers covered Remy's floor and bed. The gray light filtering through the room abruptly lit in bright red, then went pale again.

Remy was sitting on the bed, slightly damp from a shower and naked. He dusted the ashen remains of a feather from his palm and then picked up another, which he tossed away with yet another flash of light. As the door opened he looked up with that familiar shadowed red gaze. The look of peculiar concentration on his face lifted with one eyebrow. "Bonjour." He stood up and crossed the room. If Remy had any trace of modesty to begin with, he didn't concern himself with it in Gloria's presence. "Bit of a mess, pardon."

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desintegrar
2007-11-18 23:06 (link)

The floor moved. Correction: the feathers covering the entirety of the floor danced across the carpet. Gloria's brows knitted together in surprise, she crouched down to the ground curiously, and plucked a feather from the ground. With her right foot the door was clicked shut, twirling the plume between her finger tips. "How long have you been shedding?" Gloria wasn't one for delicacy. Straight and to the point.

She rose her eyes to Remy, neither were modest people so perhaps in the end it was a good thing. She noticed the red hue of his eyes against the blackest pitch and had to stop a small grin from emerging. She liked his eyes.

Gloria's back rested against his door, slender arms crossing her chest, the feather still spinning between her fingers. "Is this why you've been no where to be found?"

Her eyes wandered the room, it was dark in his room, despite the brief flashes of red from the bursts of energy it was shadowed. The feather was brought to her cheek idly. "Are you just going to vaporize them one by one as they fall?" She watched the dust crumble in his hands, staining them gray with the effects of oblivion.

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mais_yeah
2007-11-18 23:26 (link)

"Most de night." He said it off-hand. For the most part he seemed himself. Remy in a good mood meant arched brows and half-smiles, and this is what Gloria got for her measuring look as Remy pulled a pair of pants off of a chair where they'd been hanging. There were still two lines of gray down on either side of his spine, but it was clearly not going to last. As he moved he twisted one shoulder a little as if his upper back was a sore, or perhaps he was attempting to flex wings no longer there. It was a curious feeling to miss something you never had.

Remy pulled the pants on, then went searching for a shirt. He paused with one arm in a sleeve to give Gloria a flat look over one shoulder. "Jus' passin' de time, cherie. You been lookin' for me? Not in de mood for company lately." Another half shrug, then he struggled into the shirt. The pants still hung off of his hips and he wasn't searching for a belt, so clearly he had no plans to leave. A crumpled pack of cigarettes were dug out of a drawer. Remy smoked very rarely, but it was just a day for peculiarities. He pushed the window open then leaned against the dresser to observe his visitor. Another small feather burned to nothing in his hand. He flicked ash off his fingers. Touching a fingertip to the end of his cigarette, Remy smirked at her. "Yo' soundin' better dan you did."

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desintegrar
2007-11-18 23:40 (link)

Gloria slipped the feather into a faded jean pocket, shoulders shrugging as her thumbs slipped into the belt loops. "I haven't been looking for you querido." Her eyes were looking to the wall, nonchalant. "I just wondered what happened to you." Now she was the one who found herself sitting on the end of the bed and brushing feathers out of her way, while Remy leaned casually against his dresser observing his guest.

"It's not like there's anything to do around this place and as for my voice." Her head cocked to one side with a vicious little grin. "Sounds much more pleasant like this, doesn't it." A brow raise. He did seem back to himself. Which was good. Gloria didn't know how to deal with weird, moody Remy.

Gloria simply observed as Remy brought a cigarette to his lips, letting it hang there between the heat of his lips, lucky cigarette that was for damn sure. "Since you're not up here making little voo-doo dolls or going mad, I suppose I'll be going now since you're not in the mood for company lately." She tossed her thick mane of hair over her shoulders, rising from the bed with a swivel of her hip.

"By the way." A brow raise, "I'm glad your eyes are back to normal." A small roll of her shoulder, feet kicking up feathers as she headed for the door.

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mais_yeah
2007-11-19 20:26 (link)

Remy only raised his eyebrows again. "Wonderin' after me, den," he conceded. You could tell from the smirk he thought it meant the same thing even if she did not.

A wet breeze drifted through the window and made Remy's cigarette dim and glow again. His eyes seemed to do the same. He did not look toward the closet door, which had a mirror hanging on the inside just like every other student room. Either he surmised his eyes had changed with the rest of him, or he was in better control of himself than that. Between the cigarette and the disintigrating feathers, the air in the room was starting to sting the nose. "Moi aussi," Remy said quietly, as Gloria drifted through the remains of the wings away from him and out the door, "me too."

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