<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>: War Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rogue, Storm, Bishop(acknowledged)<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://www.blastr.com/sites/blastr/files/Gambit.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>He knew the mansion inside and out. He'd memorized as much of the layout as he had access to when he got there, and figured out the rest later on. It didn't take long for Remy to saunter on down to the War Room, and by the time he entered, he guessed a few people had left or he wasn't the last one there as he was missing a few familiar and not so familiar faces. <br/><br/>He hadn't heard everything, but he'd heard enough as he entered, and when the door didn't close immediately behind him, he looked over his shoulder and nodded to Bishop. It wasn't easy to sneak up on Gambit, but when you could absorb the energy that made sound when you stepped well...made things a bit easier. "Hold on now, Storm. Jumpin' de gun a bit, no? Not everyone can get here right away. Gambit more than happy to go on'e de' mission though.<br/><br/> Been needin' to stretch my legs lately, even if this is just a pickup." Casually reaching into one of the more obvious pockets on his coat, he pulled out a deck of cards and shuffled them through the air in a lazy arc over his head, out one hand and all 52 fell neatly into the other. The next few steps after that had him by Rogue, leaning on her slightly now that most of her skin was covered. "I suppose in a time sensitive matter like this though, we can't really afford the luxury to wait around twiddlin' our thumbs. Ball's in your court, Ororo. We move on yo order." He looked over at Rogue and grinned. "It's not an attack but it's somethin'. Beggars can't be choosers, no'?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f2/XMenAvatarBishop01.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Bishop<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong> Lucas Bishop<br/><strong>Location:</strong> War Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 10:30 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Storm, Gambit<br/><strong>Content: </strong> Mission Brief<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">X-Uniform</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130818011924/marveldatabase/images/9/9b/Lucas_Bishop_(Earth-12131)_001.png)</div></div><br/>He was right behind Scott, but along the way something tingled in his stomach and he realized he'd been holding off hitting the john since he started his workout this morning. All the adrenaline had masked it, but even he had to pee from time to time and now that it all came rushing back, it felt like he'd explode if he didn't find some relief. So he turned down the hall and found a bathroom. It was a godsend that he found one, and for the next few seconds he was in heaven. <br/><br/>It was mission time though and despite his bodily needs he couldn't screw around. When he was done, purple flame engulfed his hands, burning away any bacteria left behind and he hurried back toward the War Room. He came back into the hallway a bit behind the Cajun, walking into the room right after. He returned the nod, and went to stand by Storm. "I'm ready if you need me, Storm." Short, and to the point. Bishop was still learning how to talk to people in different situations. It was a lot harder than pointing and pulling a trigger, he knew that much.</div></div>