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thecapitol2013-09-02 12:24 pm
rat_des_marais) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-02 12:24 pm
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He's happy to be here
Who: Gambit and anyone
What: Waking up in a horrible place
Where: District 10 Suites, the Common Area of the Training Center
When: Yesterday, before the crowning
Warnings: Gonna be a little slow, sorry
District 10
Remy stared at the room, then the peacekeeper, then the communicator he was handed, then the elevator the peacekeeper disappeared into.
He wanted to make a fuss, but the Cajun was still trying to figure out if this was some sort of horrible prank or if this was real on some level. Maybe this was some crazy telepath's idea of torture? If so, it would make more sense to add his friends here instead of total strangers.
Well, weirder things have happened... Didn't that guy mention something about dying?
Remy turned back to the room... "Bonjour?" Someone's having a serious delayed reaction.
Common Area
This wasn't a dream. It wasn't a telepath. He was about 85% sure this was all actually real. He had really been pulled into another dimension to fight people to the death. That was a real thing...
Remy just sat down pretty heavy on one of the sofas, rubbing his face. Might as well do so here. Everywhere else was full of people, too. He really needed a drink.
What: Waking up in a horrible place
Where: District 10 Suites, the Common Area of the Training Center
When: Yesterday, before the crowning
Warnings: Gonna be a little slow, sorry
District 10
Remy stared at the room, then the peacekeeper, then the communicator he was handed, then the elevator the peacekeeper disappeared into.
He wanted to make a fuss, but the Cajun was still trying to figure out if this was some sort of horrible prank or if this was real on some level. Maybe this was some crazy telepath's idea of torture? If so, it would make more sense to add his friends here instead of total strangers.
Well, weirder things have happened... Didn't that guy mention something about dying?
Remy turned back to the room... "Bonjour?" Someone's having a serious delayed reaction.
Common Area
This wasn't a dream. It wasn't a telepath. He was about 85% sure this was all actually real. He had really been pulled into another dimension to fight people to the death. That was a real thing...
Remy just sat down pretty heavy on one of the sofas, rubbing his face. Might as well do so here. Everywhere else was full of people, too. He really needed a drink.
i'm sorry this is so late /o\
"Well, yeah, they've been going on for yearth or whatever." He hives Remy a withering look. "I'm the Helmthman."
Np! I'm the Queen of Slow :c
He looks around the room as he says it, though. Things haven't officially come together for him yet, but he has his theories... For now, he raises and eyebrow to 3D horns, here.
"Helmsman? That your name?"
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He would know.
He raises his eyebrows right back at him.
"Yeth, my culture ith dependent on giving it'th wigglerth nameth that they have to thtrive to accomplith in life." If he were anyone but himself, that would be punctuated with a roll of his eyes. As it is, his eyes are just solid color so all Remy gets is the same brow-raised expression. "It'th my title. I'm not going to give jutht anyone my hatch name."
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No, being Death wasn't very rewarding. Either way, he's happy that he's at least found some small thing familiar with the guy.
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He'd rather bite his tongue off than admit it, but he's curious about what kind of title the man would have. He can understand an alias, but as far as he knew humans just didn't have titles. That had names and that was it, no rank, or titles, or anything like that. He can also understand having a title you loathe, because even though he'll always introduce himself as Helmsman because that's who he is, it's not who he wants to be.
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