<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ohlalamag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Screen-Shot-2015-04-23-at-12.12.09-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Remy LeBeau | Gambit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13083581#msg13083581)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Domino's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, late night/early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Neena Thurman | Domino, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Woken up by screaming, and begrudgingly gets up to invesitigate.<br/><hr/><br/>Remy was oblivious to the mental debate happening on the other side of the door. He was just leaning against the doorframe to the side of the door, arms crossed over his chest, humming and waiting. The girl inside had at least answered him. That was a bonus. She wasn't dead or dying, as, that would have been a serious downer on his night. That said if something so serious was happening the Professor probably would have already been working on it. Sometimes, that old man unnerved him. How powerful he was, how easily he could poke around in their heads. Sure, he had a moral code he held to, but Remy had seen people break their morals before. Hell, what if the old man started to have seizures or develop some type of...brain condition?<br/><br/>It was one of those moments he was happy that his head was nice and insulated from most psychic intrusions. Sure, the stronger ones could break through it, but he could make it more than unpleasant for them. But none of that mattered. The girl was coming, he could make sure she was fine, and--<br/><br/>Well, this girl was more than fine, it seemed.<br/><br/>"Well, Remy would be angry, but since no one else seems disturbed..." he hummed, the Cajun accent thick as he glanced up and down the hall. Looking back at her, black and red eyes glanced over her form. Sometimes, he really loved this school. "Certainly don' mind keeping the sight to myself. Sure you okay? Not a psychic, are ya? Not sharing nightmares with anyone else?"