<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/205/a/0/gambit_by_mubassam-d7s54m7.jpg)<div class="floatleft"><strong>Code Name</strong>: Gambit<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>:Remy LeBeau<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Xavier’s Mansion &gt; Pool<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rogue, Banshee<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://s8.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/46072319.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>He shrugged his shoulders at both of them, as the Irishman from Mayo, and the girl from Mississippi wondered why he'd stay in the swamps of Louisiana. "Same reason you stayed in Mississippi so long, chere. Everyting I knew was there. Born, raised; did my first job in de' swamp. All I knew I suppose." Winking at Rogue, he pulled a coin out from behind his ear. Most "magic" was simply differing levels of sleight of hand, and Gambit was one of the best thieves the world had ever known. He could <em>do</em> sleight of hand. <br/><br/>The coin flipped effortlessly over the backs of his knuckles and chuckled at Rogue when she fired right back at him. "Oooooo, you see dat, Sean? Rogue got some fiyah today." He flipped the coin up, and waved his hands, making it vanish before it came back down. "Come on now, Rogue. You ain't gonna let me have a little fun? We both know you can pretty much handle anything I can think up. You probably can handle most things period come to think of it." <br/><br/>Despite the words, it would be clear to both that ole' Remy was just having a bit of fun. When Banshee asked how long he'd been in the bayou he pretended to count on his fingers. "Pretty much up until I joined up here. All my life practically." He narrowed his eyes slightly at Banshee as some very negative sounding words starting to come out of his mouth when he heard Storm in his ear. He stood up with the others, hands on his hips before he turned to Banshee and winked.<br/><br/> "I'm sho that idea a yours woulda been magnifique. Unfortunately though," he paused as he started to walk away. "Ain't no rest fo' the <em>wicked</em>." He knew Sean's game, and Sean probably knew his. But they'd have to play later. The walk became a slow jog, and then Gambit was sprinting away faster than the fastest human could ever hope for. It didn't t take him long to make it back to his room, and then he was leaping through the air. He tucked into a roll and fell perfectly in through the open window. A few minutes later he was fully dressed and down in the Danger Room.</div></div>