Aug 04, 2009 03:05
Chere - dat you? Or dis some otha illusion like in th' Temple?
... Chere? Rogue? Where ya goin', belle? Stop! Come back! Chere, I -
[Over the pounding rain, there's a sound of Gambit's feet pounding, and those of Rogue's, in front of him. Abruptly, Rogue's stop.]
Ro -
[And there's a sickly wet sound, like something caving in on itself. It is followed by several bangs and crunches, sharp, fast. The communicator switches off after a few of these.]
well i be dead mon ami,
event: rainy days