[Let's just say thank the Lord that someone's powers have returned... Or. If you really want to thank someone. You may not if that building that just blew up belonged to you ( Read more... )

[Well this old Cajun looks pretty worn out. He has a hand over his eyes, trying to shade them even though he's already sitting in the dark. Ergh. Not fun.]

Désolé, but I thought Gambit heard dat these storms last a week o' two.

... Did he hear wrong?

[Because he's about to go insane.]

[Oh well, this is a strange image.]

Merde.

[Looks like Gambit is in there somewhere. You know, beneath all of that pink fluffy stuff.]

Merde.[Currently the Cajun in question is sitting in his new-to-him place of the Southern Welcome House. Right now, however, he seems to be in a bit of a bind ( Read more... )

[Well, someone had gotten into the Medbay by less than... let's say social means. He won't stay long though.]

[Just long enough to let alcohol and a cotton swab work magic on his face.]

[Which, by the way, isn't nearly pretty as it usually is. Little cuts on his cheeks, eyebrows, ears, you name it. He looked like he had been mauled by a house cat ( Read more... )

[Well, after getting the hell beat out of him by a certain green man who will remain anonymous if Six chooses to remain anonymous, Remy has certainly picked up on his training. Didn't have the Danger Room anymore. Didn't have Wolverine and the others. Didn't have New Orleans. This was all on him now ( Read more... )

[GOOD MOOOOORNING, NAUTILUS!]

...ergh...

[Well, it's technically morning. It's almost five, so, yeah.]

[Oh, look! It's the friendly neighborhood Cajun in the North! Sitting beside a building... in an alley... holding his head as if last night was incredible but it really, really wasn't.]

agh... Je déteste cette ville...[It's becoming his ( Read more... )

[Well, someone's still perched on top of Big Ben. Haven't had a change of scenery, yet, though, he's gotten two offers from two trés belle filles so far. Not bad.[Also, he's a little reluctant to plaster his face over the network so soon after the whole Airachnid thing, but gotta do it sometime. Can't stay in a hole forever ( Read more... )

[See Gambit... licking his fingers as he sits atop Big Ben again ( Read more... )

[There's long, purposeful strides heard off screen. So far, the only thing one can see is the browns and reds of the Southern District in winter time.]

[Finally, a man appears, walking through the trees and... into a gathering of Cybertronian buildings.]

Merde.

[He looks around, his black and red eyes only fleeting across the screen for a second ( Read more... )