can something like this be pulled from under our feet

[glovedtouch]

Characters: Rogue and Remy
Content: Miss match of canon. Remy's fighting for the Brotherhood, Rogue's just left.

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[leblagueur]

There were days when Remy LeBeau questioned his allegiance when it came to this war. His family that he loved despite everything were all human and they had known what he was all along but they had still loved him. Homo Sapiens weren’t all bad... but then there were the scum like the FoH, the ‘Friends of Humanity’, who made him remember why he was here. They hated mutants because they feared them, but that was no excuse. The protests were becoming more frequent, the group’s member count was growing, and it had all become too much. It was time they got taken down a peg. If they wanted something to fear then they got what they wanted

[glovedtouch]

She was trying to move people out of the way. That's what she was mainly there for. Rogue had already successfully diverted fighting so far. Not that a few of the Brotherhood hadn't already seen her.

Did she like saving the Friends of Humanity? Not at all. But this amount of chaos and destruction was like hell. Suddenly about ten feet away from her, a car was lifted from the ground and exploded not far away. She moved to protect her head, before seeing who around them could have done that.

Picking her head up, she saw him. Remy. Why was she not surprised? She had no real way of taking him out, but maybe if she could distract him for long enough, someone else could? He was more physically opposing, and Rogue wasn't entirely sure what she could do against him aside from straight up touching him.

Dashing around a group of people, she made to cut him off.

[leblagueur]

Gambit watched the explosion with an air of dark glee, his red eyes smoldering in the firelight. He was not a killer, not normally, not intentionally, but these ignorant fils de pute had it coming, not that he had struck to kill. The men were all thrown off their feet from the explosion, and he was sure injuries would result, and if any of them were serious... well, he had enough ghosts in his past to feel guilty for, he wasn’t about to let anyone from the FOH keep him awake at night.

Getting to his feet, cards at the ready, the Cajun approached one of the fallen men. “Dis ain’ your day, homme,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “But maybe I give you a chance t’ change your luck. Go on... pick a card...”

Holding up the glowing hand of cards, his almost maniacal grin faded when his path was suddenly blocked by a small and very familiar figure. Covering his surprise, disappointment, and all other emotions behind a well practiced poker face, he tilted his head to the side. “Bonjour, chère. Fancy meetin’ you here.”

[glovedtouch]

She skidded to a stop between him and some man. She didn't necessarily give a damn about the people she was saving. She was tasked to neutralize the situation, and that's what the X-Men were doing. Or at least trying to do. Gambit's explosions certainly didn't help matters. That's why she put herself between him and the FOH guy.

She tipped her head slightly. "I'd say it's good to see you, Gambit, but you're doin' a lotta damage here." Marie gestured around them. That exploding card was certainly a good instance.