012 - [Voice]

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

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