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Post by Remy LeBeau on May 29, 2012 15:58:30 GMT -5
Location: The Xavier Institute
Date: 5/26/2012
Time of Day: Late Morning
The day hadn't even truly begun yet, but like any weekend in the Xavier Institute, there was always some kind of ruckus waking people up. There were all sorts of smells coming out of the kitchen today. It was Saturday, which meant that most of the students were either still sleeping, out in town, or off visiting their families.
The smells were fantastic, just a bit spicy, giving away the identity of the cook. Remy LeBeau was at it again. Obviously the Cajun man had wandered out into New York City, filling up bags and bags of seafood and spices to make his own special recipe. There he was in the kitchen already, enjoying the smells coming out of the roux.
"Erreybody gonna love Gambit's homemade gumbo. Dere ain't one person dat ever say it don't taste good." He insisted to himself that making such a dish all the way out in upstate New York was reasonable. In his mind, it was necessary. If he didn't have gumbo soon, he's was going to get mighty cranky.
"Tonight I make de rice, and den serve it up. Hmm, Gambit still need a taste tester."
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Post by Anna Marie Raven on May 30, 2012 1:51:38 GMT -5
Rogue shuffled into the kitchen wearing her pajamas and a sleepy look on her face; though, the spicy aroma of the Cajun's gumbo was starting to force her senses awake - but, all she wanted was some coffee... with loads of sugar and milk.
This... Well, this gumbo-thing was a bit much for morning, or so Rogue thought.
And, it smelled freaking fabulous... Not that she was going to say so - no way! She didn't want to encourage the incorrigible Remy LeBeau.
Or... Did she?
"Mornin'..." Rogue mumbled, sort of averting her eyes from the Cajun's gaze. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it just seemed like if she looked right at him - into his eyes - she sort of lost her own willpower... and that was damn annoying.
She worked her way towards the coffee maker and set to making a pot of French Roast, shuffling in her fuzzy slippers across the cold tile of the kitchen floor. It would take a few minutes for the coffee to brew, so... Rogue would probably have to talk to this guy.
Great... Rogue thought, though she was able to remember her proper Southern upbringing and managed not to let her face or body language show that she wasn't really sure she wanted to be alone with Remy (because she wasn't quite sure, and for various reasons), like: he was a bit too 'smooth'... a bit too rugged and handsome... and way too much of a charmer. He was Trouble - and that's with a Capital 'T'.
An', tha good Lord help 'im if he tries ta kiss me again... If he does, tha dumb guy's gonna wind up in tha infirmary... Again... Rogue silently mused with a tiny smirk as she tried to keep her eyes glued on the coffee maker, and not on the slightly older and incredibly handsome and charming man who was cooking up some gumbo like a professional chef, just a handful of feet away from her...
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Post by Remy LeBeau on May 30, 2012 21:24:11 GMT -5
"Mornin'..."
Remy knew that voice well, there was really only one other Southerner in the Institute. That was the voice of the Mississippi beauty herself, Rogue. Grinning while he stirred the pot, the red and black eyed Mutant turned in her direction, "Goo' mornin' mon cheri. Didja sleep well?" He asked before looking her over. Girls just made pajamas work so well, it was hard to explain.
He whistled lightly for a few moments while Rogue was making coffee. The silence bugged him, so after awhile, he spoke up again, "Gonna make gumbo for everyone dat's here tonight. Glad ya came down here Chere," He beamed before adding, "I needed a taste tester." Who better to do such a thing than someone who'd probably had more than a single bowl of the stuff in here day.
"Took me forevah to get all de t'ings I needed. All de fish markets stay closed till late mornin' on weekends. Gambit shoulda gone yesterday, but it don't matter much now, it's all preparin' nicely."
Her coffee wasn't ready yet, so Remy was nodding toward the stewing pot, "C'mere Chere, I been smellin' dis all mornin' long, won't be able ta taste it good and proper. I need your help." He offered her a pleading smile, trying to flirt just a bit as he worked on his special project.
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Post by Anna Marie Raven on Jun 4, 2012 0:23:25 GMT -5
"Goo' mornin' mon cheri. Didja sleep well?"
"Ah did, thanks..." Rogue replied, though she was too focused on getting the coffee started just then to notice that he'd given her a good once-over, letting his eyes linger.
"Gonna make gumbo for everyone dat's here tonight. Glad ya came down here Chere," He beamed before adding, "I needed a taste tester."
"Oh?" Rogue asked, raising an eyebrow and turning away from the coffee to look at Remy working away at the stove. She didn't mean to sound snarky, but she might have...
Rogue thought it was awfully nice that the Cajun was cooking dinner for everyone, but... she was a bit hesitant about stroking his ego by giving him a compliment.
"Took me forevah to get all de t'ings I needed. All de fish markets stay closed till late mornin' on weekends. Gambit shoulda gone yesterday, but it don't matter much now, it's all preparin' nicely. C'mere Chere, I been smellin' dis all mornin' long, won't be able ta taste it good and proper. I need your help."
It did smell awfully good...
Rogue somewhat reluctantly pried herself away from the coffee maker and took a few steps towards Remy. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, why not? Besides, Ah'm fairly certain none'a these Yankees would know what proper gumbo's supposed'ta taste like, anyway..."
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Jun 4, 2012 20:23:52 GMT -5
As soon as Rogue agreed, Gambit grinned and retrieved the ladle from within the roux, stired a bit and then pulled it out, "C'mon den cherie." As usual, Remy made a bold move, leaned in and blew on the steaming liquid, smiling confidently as he held it out closer towards the dual hair colored woman, "Have a taste o' de south." He would insist if she backed off now. As much as Gambit teased and flirted with Rogue, he really was interested in having her help.
"Gambit'll even let you help him make the rest o' de meal, betcha ain't done any good southern cookin' since ya came out all de way here to New York." Now he was trying to coax Rogue into helping him. Of course he could do it all on his own, but how was he supposed to flirt with the Missisippi lady if she wasn't here with him helping out. Sure if he kissed her, he'd end up taking a big nap on the floor.
It was a calculated risk that Gambit was definitely willing to take.
"So," he started, "What are ya waitin' for Cherie, have a taste for ol' Gambit, oui?"
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Post by Anna Marie Raven on Jun 10, 2012 17:59:17 GMT -5
"Gambit'll even let you help him make the rest o' de meal, betcha ain't done any good southern cookin' since ya came out all de way here to New York."
“Hmph,” Rogue uttered with a thoughtful smile on her face. “Yer right about that, Cajun,” she said, sounding a bit amused.
She hadn’t acually done any ‘southern cooking’ in a few years... not since before Mystique up and convinced her to finally join the Brotherhood. Once the crime started, the ‘normal’ things - like cooking nice meals for your family - ground to a halt. They seemed to always be on the move - always on the run...
Rogue had hated it, and yet... for whatever inexplicable reason, the southern belle missed her foster mothers - she missed Raven and Irene (otherwise known as Mystique and Destiny of the mutant supremacist group: the Brotherhood of Mutants).
"So," he started, "What are ya waitin' for Cherie, have a taste for ol' Gambit, oui?"
Anna Marie couldn’t help it - she smirked. “Sure, Ah’m game - an’ Ah’ll even stay an’ help ya finish up, so long as it’s as good as ya say it is...” Rogue teased before leaning in to taste a bit from the out-held spoon.
Yup. It was good. Really good. If she closed her eyes, Anna Marie might swear that she were down south again - except, it was far more humid down there than in New York state.
“Mmm...” Anna Marie said with approval. “Ya know, that ain’t half bad. Ah think Ah might just stick around after all...”
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Jun 10, 2012 23:14:16 GMT -5
“Ya know, that ain’t half bad. Ah think Ah might just stick around after all...”
Remy's eyes lit up with excitement after receiving Rogue's approval. He did aspire to make her happy sometimes, he couldn't help it. She was an attractive woman with an accent and demeanor that drove him wild. Sure, she didn't want much to do with him, yet. Remy LeBeau always got the yes. Power absorbing abilities through skin touch or not, Remy swore that by night's end, those Mississippi lips were all his.
"Course it is. Gambit didn' spend all dat time in de kitchen back in N'awlins fo' nothin'. Best gumbo in all de guilds, bar none. Gumbo so good, you could place bets on it at competitions. De LeBeau recipe is gonna be world famous one day, jus' you watch Cherie." Remy always had an air of confidence, even when he was talking straight out of his ass. He was the perfect poker player, at least in his own mind.
Now that he'd gotten an approving comment, he handed her the ladle before saying, "Now Gambit gotta clean all de shrimp and crawfish. We don' add dem until it's closer ta dinner time. Don't wanna overcook 'em, ya know?" He headed to the fridge to take the bowl of shrimps and crawfish out to start cleaning, "You keep on stirrin' de roux now and den, make sure dere ain't no part on top dat becomes solid, or we gotta take it and throw dat part away."
"An' get yoself an apron chere, no way you gonna be at dat pot without someting spillin'." |
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Post by Anna Marie Raven on Jun 24, 2012 23:53:26 GMT -5
"Course it is. Gambit didn' spend all dat time in de kitchen back in N'awlins fo' nothin'. Best gumbo in all de guilds, bar none. Gumbo so good, you could place bets on it at competitions. De LeBeau recipe is gonna be world famous one day, jus' you watch Cherie."
“So modest, ain’t ya?” Rogue teased as Remy handed her the ladle he’d been working with.
"…You keep on stirrin' de roux now and den, make sure dere ain't no part on top dat becomes solid, or we gotta take it and throw dat part away."
Rogue very nearly rolled her eyes – his warning sort of reminded her of her Aunt Carrie’s kitchen admonitions when she’d been little. She playfully replied, “Yes’m,” as she started to tend to the roux.
"An' get yoself an apron chere, no way you gonna be at dat pot without someting spillin'."
“Why would Ah care? These’re just mah pajamas – Ah’ve gotta wash ‘em anyway,” Rogue replied; though, honestly, she just didn’t wish to leave, not even for a minute or two to go find an apron.
… Not that she’d actually admit it. At least, not to the incorrigible (and dashingly handsome) Remy LeBeau.
“Besides,” she went on, “Ah was just gonna go an’ git dirty, anyway – Ah’d been thinkin’ about givin’ mah Camaro a bath. Ah can’t take it inta town lookin’ all dusty from sittin’ in tha garage all winter, ya know?” |
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Jun 27, 2012 19:38:00 GMT -5
“So modest, ain’t ya?”
Remy smirked as Rogue tried to tease him. The Cajun was used to that kind of treatment. He loved it. Growing up where he did, he needed to have a thick skin, to be able to take a joke and crack one back just as quick. Otherwise, he would've just been a growly brawler, like Wolverine was.
"Well, Gambit ain't just modest Chere. Gambit good lookin' too." A smirk broke out as he continued cleaning the shellfish for tonight's meal. Obviously modesty was an overrated concept to Gambit.
“Why would Ah care? These’re just mah pajamas – Ah’ve gotta wash ‘em anyway,” Rogue replied; though, honestly, she just didn’t wish to leave, not even for a minute or two to go find an apron.
"No problem cherie, Gambit was only tryin' ta make sure you didn't get any o' de hot stew on ya. It'd be a shame if ya got a red spot on dat tan o' yours from a burn." He always had to mention her body in a complimentary fashion. He wouldn't be Gambit if he didn't.
“Besides,” she went on, “Ah was just gonna go an’ git dirty, anyway – Ah’d been thinkin’ about givin’ mah Camaro a bath. Ah can’t take it inta town lookin’ all dusty from sittin’ in tha garage all winter, ya know?”
Gambit's grin only grew wider, "Oh?" He asked in a teasing tone, "Well, if you gotta wash your car, Gambit would be much obliged to supervise, an' make sure you clean 'er up just right. Just, thoughtful dat way, mhm." |
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Post by Anna Marie Raven on Jul 19, 2012 23:00:22 GMT -5
Rogue smirked and gave a little roll of her eyes. "Ah'm sure..." she teased, knowing full well he wasn't really being 'thoughtful'; though, it didn't bother her one iota. Rogue rather liked the attention she was receiving from the Cajun, though she wasn't likely to 'fess up to it - Rogue didn't want to over-inflate his already engorged ego.
Though... It was rather sexy that he seemed to know who he was and what he wanted. Most young people around their age didn't. Hell, Rogue didn't... Of course, a lot of that had to do with the fact that she had a full-on copy of Ms. Marvel floating around in her head... But, that was a whole other can of worms.
"Maybe if ya help me with mah car - not just supervisin', Ah mean - maybe Ah'll treat ya ta a lil' ride," Rogue offered as she stirred the gumbo in the large pot on the stove. It was no ordinary car, after all - it was a Classic, and it was beautiful - and the loud purr of its engine sounded so damn sexy... |
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Jul 20, 2012 10:39:24 GMT -5
Remy chuckled a bit as she told him he could watch her wash the car, so long as he actually helped her, "Well, suppose Gambit helps out. You gonna wear dat green 'n black piece Gambit might or might not've seen you in durin' de heatwave?"
His tone was light and flirty, as most of the things he said to Rogue were, he enjoyed their cat and mouse game, even though it had been going on just a little bit past the normal length that Remy liked. He let that slide though, because Rogue was a special case, partially because of her powers, partially because he really, really liked her. That was kind of new for Gambit.
"A lil' ride cherie? Well," He smirked, "Usually Gambit prefer to do de drivin', but, in this case." Gambit took a half step closer, "He might be willin' to make an exception. Somethin' about a nice Southern girl in a vintage car, dat sound kinda perfect, non?" |
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Post by Anna Marie Raven on Jul 23, 2012 21:57:08 GMT -5
"Well, suppose Gambit helps out. You gonna wear dat green 'n black piece Gambit might or might not've seen you in durin' de heatwave?"
"Hmm... Hadn't really thought much about what ta wear, but... Ah suppose that could be arranged," Rogue saucily replied, taking care not to let the roux burn in the bottom of the pot while Remy finished up with the seafood. Anna Marie rather liked hearing the fact that he'd been paying attention...
"A lil' ride cherie? Well," He smirked, "Usually Gambit prefer to do de drivin', but, in this case." Gambit took a half step closer, "He might be willin' to make an exception. Somethin' about a nice Southern girl in a vintage car, dat sound kinda perfect, non?"
Rogue nearly forgot about that roux when Remy stepped closer.
"Sugah, ya best be careful with all that flattery," Anna Marie warned with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes. "They say it'll git ya everywhere, but... not necessarily with me. Though, if ya play yer cards right... who knows..."
Though, she couldn't let him get too close... Rogue liked this guy, and she would be absolutely devastated if her powers hurt him like they hurt poor Cody Robbins back in Mississippi. |
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Jul 24, 2012 9:20:34 GMT -5
"Sugah, ya best be careful with all that flattery," Anna Marie warned with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes. "They say it'll git ya everywhere, but... not necessarily with me. Though, if ya play yer cards right... who knows..."
Gambit continued to eye Rogue before quipping back to her, "Good den, been one o' de best card players in de world since th' day I was born Cherie." He moved in another step closer, "Think the fish might be ready to go in, but first, you gotta do somethin' fo' Gambit."
He was filling the gap between them now, having quit on the slow and steady approach about five minutes earlier. Something of a smirk crossed the stubled face of the X-Man, his red eyes finding Rogue's and locking on. Soon the smirk changed into a bit of a goofy grin and he leaned in closer towards her face.
"Tradition dictates dat you gotta kiss de cook, no?"
Dammit, ability sucking powers or not, Gambit wanted what he wanted, and he was used to getting exactly that. |
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Post by Anna Marie Raven on Jul 28, 2012 15:03:09 GMT -5
"Good den, been one o' de best card players in de world since th' day I was born, Cherie."
Perhaps Rogue hadn't used the best cliche just now... She blushed a little and tried to look away from Remy so he wouldn't see, and she tried to focus on the roux instead.
He moved in another step closer, "Think the fish might be ready to go in, but first, you gotta do somethin' fo' Gambit."
Rogue slowly turned to face Remy, the blush still lingering on her cheeks, and she asked, "Oh? What's that, then?" as she looked into his exotic red and black eyes, clueless as to what the Cajun was about to ask of her.
"Tradition dictates dat you gotta kiss de cook, no?"
Rogue gave a little gasp and her eyes widened - though not out of shock... more like indignation. Gambit was completely incorrigible. Anna Marie felt her face redden again, and she hastily replied, "No! Ah can't... Ya know Ah can't, Remy..." She tried to look away from him - to look anywhere else - and felt herself fill with something like fear or panic over what her powers could possibly do to the over-eager Remy LeBeau.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Aug 1, 2012 13:37:16 GMT -5
"No! Ah can't... Ya know Ah can't, Remy..."
Gambit didn't back off, just leaned in a bit more, "Aw, now come on cherie. Jus' a lil' one won't do no harm." He put a hand on the counter to her side, blocking off any escape route she may have had, "An' even if Gambit end up on de floor, at least he's goin' down with a smile on his face." Remy wanted that kiss dammit, and he was going to have it. From the first day he'd seen her, Gambit had known he'd wanted Rogue, it just had taken awhile because she had been a student when he'd first arrived. Now they were both staff, so why not?
"You absorb Gambit's powers, an he'll show ya how not to set'em off, you ain't got nothin' to worry about Rogue."
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