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Post by Gambit on Aug 7, 2007 9:27:19 GMT -5
"Whatever stirs your gumbo, mon ami," Gambit grinned. He looked around and started to deftly climb the nearest pile of stacked empty car shells, using it as a random exercise as well as the possibility for a more spectacular explosion next time, from the higher point.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 8, 2007 19:57:32 GMT -5
::Pietro watched the other man climb up the pile of discarded car shells. There was a free spirit about him, something that Pietro could envy. With his own abilities, he should be freer than any bird, and yet he was constantly on edge. Deciding to take the chance to work off his tensions, to try and be free for now, since the moment he returned to the mansion, he would be tense again, he took an explosive in hand and got a running start. Then he jumped, somersaulted, and sent a small explosive flying toward a pile of bumpers.::
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