Conspiracy X : who: Remy LeBeau (GAMBIT), Shinobi Shaw

deft_touch
2007-12-02 21:33 (link)

Vance walked across the lawn with his own version of Remy's grin. Holding in his hands just a few odds and ends he didn't think any one would mind never seeing again. A few novelty objects from the rare trip into London with another of the kids, a rack of seemingly empty test tubes left under a couch in the common room(Hank won't mind, right?) and not much else.

Walking out onto the lawn gives him a few moments to think, having had Remy's powers and a detailed explanation of them from the source, about how he could gain the upper hand. A few devious thoughts had his mind abuzz and almost visibly excited at the prospect of burning off some anxiety.

“да” A look over his shoulder for Shin, “It should be a good day.” If anything his grin turned up a notch. “Do you gamble Remy?” The grin and impish tone implied the questions was rhetorical and temptation was the target.

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mais_yeah
2007-12-02 21:58 (link)

Remy dropped an extra coat (an exact replica of the one he had on, only a deeper gray rather than brown) he had brought on the pile of boxes. His coat collar was turned up against the chill wind and the trademark eyes were completely hidden in behind the sunglasses' opaque mirrors. Remy fished a pair of fingerless gloves out of his pockets and started pulling them on as they waited for Shin.

His expression was totally mystified at Vance's choice of topic. "Gamble, mon ami? Moi?" He grinned even wider, showing all his teeth. "Gamblin' is a very bad habit. Gamble... on what?"

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deft_touch
2007-12-02 22:16 (link)

It's a little shrug and an equal grin, “Who knows. On what,” Vance opens his arms and gestures to the large law he's no doubt will not look the same in half an hour, “Bad habits are the ones that are most fun. Our game can be the dice. The...Cost? I can guess.”

He shrugs again, not entirely giving off the impression of innocent mirth. With a glance the test tubes begins lifting from the small rack he'd brought out and adding themselves to Remy's pile, the coat getting a chuckle from Vance as he glances at it.

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risingintheeast
2007-12-03 05:54 (link)

Shinsuke Shaw is not a man who gambles. He is a man who knows his win is assured, but goes along with the game all the same. He comes out a little later than the others, coatless against the winter chill and tying his hair back as he walks.

He says nothing to the pair, even up close, until he scoops the coat off the ground, glances it over, then pulls it across his shoulders. Then, he acknowledges the other two - or rather the choice of projectiles.

"If I get tagged by a Santa head, I'm going to be deeply offended."

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mais_yeah
2007-12-03 08:59 (link)

The heavy gray wool coat Remy had brought smelled very vaguely of cigarette smoke and worn-in leather. It was a little big for Shin, considering Remy was about 6"1' and he liked his coats long and roomy. There were a lot of pockets and interesting odds and ends might be found in them if Shin was brave enough to reach in. Remy smirked at him. "Why, you not been good dis year? ...Won' be a Santa much longer, dese little t'ings aren't gonna do more dan knock you for a tumble when dey go." To demonstrate, he plucked a turtle dove on a gold string out of the box, taking his time as he straightened up. With a flick of his wrist Remy threw the little ornament away from them, where it flew about ten feet before exploding into nothing with a slight reddish crackle and little boomph sound.

To Vance he said, "We see if you can turn 'em 'round at us, or if Shin can defend de ammo." Shin got an arched brow. "You win if we can't make ya move and we run out of t'ings to throw." There were several boxes there; but if Shin was quick enough at fending both Remy and Vance off, he could end it just as easily as either of the attackers. Grin. "I win if you get tired a'runnin'." If Remy was successful in every throw, Shin and Vance were going to get tired of getting knocked down fairly quickly. (The game had the slight potential of going on forever if the three were stubborn enough, but it was unlikely to occur to anybody at this point.) It seemed an even match, and injuries wouldn't be worse than a game of rugby. Theoretically.

"Stakes," Remy proclaimed, barely restraining his enthusiasm. "What I get when you both too tired to stand, hm?" He's taking suggestions.

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deft_touch
2007-12-06 02:08 (link)

Vance hops once or twice, almost jittery with the excitement, the notion of throwing his powers around more or less freely with Real challenges. Practice was simple, nothing fought back. This would be himself testing his skills on people who think, duck, dodge and don't want to get knocked on their ass.

Reaching into his pocket at Remy's mention of Stakes, Vance produces a small card, white with gold glit, an address in London and other simple information. It proclaims itself a restaurant of the finest standards, Russian of course. “I am thinking, that telling you where you could bring someone, order finest foods and best wine, and know what you are doing might be worth something. As well as not having to pay for it. I'm sure one of the girls would be happy to accompany one of you out for fine foods, да?” Passing the card to Shin as well Vance puts both hands in his pockets, “Or, two hundred dollars? Money is boring, I am never in city to spend it.”

The last has a bit of truth to it; while the other kids, Shin a glossy hair care products infused example, had spent money on variety of things, Vance had simply replaced his relatively simple clothing with the local equivalent and hung onto it. Part of it was guiltily because he'd considered running off not long after they'd been moved to the School, and the British pound was at a very good exchange with the rest of the world. Not that he was even thinking of that now as he tried to gauge the reaction of the other two.

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risingintheeast
2007-12-07 14:56 (link)

Shin makes a quiet 'tch' noise in his mouth, looking cooly across at Remy and Vance. It's ruined a little when he first wrinkles his noise at the smell of the coat, but otherwise he remains carefully, smirkingly composed.

Whether or not he's been good goes without saying, so he goes without answering. He watches the turtle dove's demise instead, and is quiet on that matter, too.

"That's not much of a stake," Shin says, with an absent glance across the card Vance passes, "if it doesn't mean much to you. I'd rather have something you'd miss." He reaches into his jeans pocket as he talks, pulling out a pair of gloves tucked there. He pulls them on, but his eyes shift up again, this time to Remy. "What would you actually miss? That, I'll play for."

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mais_yeah
2007-12-07 23:47 (link)

Remy never seemed to have a dime, and he never bought anything. If one thought it through, that meant he either gambled it away... or hid it. And if it was the latter, the likelihood he felt one trace of guilt was tinier than a snowball's chance in hell. He gave Vance's card an interested look over. "Remy will play fo' dat." He handed it back to the Russian with a little bow.

Shin's opinion made his brows climb up toward his hairline, though. He didn't react farther than that, though in the privacy of his mind he wondered if he didn't underestimate his opponent. "Miss? I got what went missin'." Remy gestured in the air where his abilities had made the ornament into sound and force, and left barely a molecule behind. "Other dan dat..." Remy shrugged one shoulder, all out of ideas.

"What you got, mon ami?" he asked Shin in an idle tone.

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