Post by Gambit on Jun 30, 2007 10:41:51 GMT -5
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 21:45
((OOC: This is directly after "Where His Feet Guided Him))
::Pietro ran from the cabin at Alkali Lake as fast as he could. Minutes later, he found himself in Manhatten, a place he had not been for years. Slowing to a walk, he wandered the area, his old stalking grounds.
When he had spoken with Typhoid, she hadn't heard of the "Lion's Den," which didn't speak well for the club's survival. There was that other club she had mentioned, Hellfire. Popular and mutant owned. Considering his problems stemmed from mutants, and he had no better ideas, he decided to search for it.
Finding it eventually, he entered paying cursery attention to his surroundings. He was angry, paranoid, and in new surroundings. A poor combination at the best of times.
Walking up to the bar, he brought his hand down on the counter. A custom he had learned abroad, to get the bartender's attention.::
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 21:49
Gambit walked over to the man, trying to recall his face just in case. It didn't seem like they had met before, nor could he remember seeing someone like him at the Club, and he had a good visual memory.
"Bon jour," he greeted him, leaning casually with his hands on the counter. "What can I get ya?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 21:59
::Pietro was grateful for the anonymous treatment. No comments about his resemblance to Magneto; at the moment, he couldn't take it should it happen. He sat down on a stool, crossing his arms over the bar and leaning forward.:: "Vodka, 151-proof, or the highest you have."
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 22:06
Since the bar catered even to patrons who preferred gasoline in their coctails, the usual alcohol assortment wasn't lacking anything, either.
Gambit filled a shot with vodka and placed it in front of the man. "You're here for de first time, if I ain't mistaken," he remarked. He liked to know his clients as well as he possibly could.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 22:23
::Pietro lifted the shot and drank it quickly. An unfortunate side effect of his mutation was the inability to get drunk. His body metabolized the alcohol too quickly for him to ever feel the effects. He never gained weight, and he was always sober. Instead, he valued alcohol for its taste and how quickly it burned his throat. This vodka passed both tests.
The other man had an accent. Not quite French..Cajun. Out of place in the general atmosphere of a Manhatten bar. He nodded slightly to answer the question.:: "I'm a stranger."
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 22:38
"Strangers don' come here," Remy remarked. "So you must be at least someone who knows someone who knows about dis place," he said. "Another drink?"
And also a mutant, he added inwardly, but it went without saying. He noticed the unusually quick movements of the man; he also noticed that the man didn't blink. Maybe he did it so fast that nobody noticed?
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 22:48
"Yes, thank you," ::Pietro held the glass out. With his other hand, he checked his pocket for his wallet. At the moment, he wanted nothing less than to have to call Uncle for money to pay off a tab. Thankfully, he had it.
The other man was perceptive. Necessary in the bartending trade, he didn't doubt. Particularly when catering to the unusual clientele of mutants. Yet Pietro was not in his best mood, which often made him brash.:: "Who do you think I am?"
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 23:00
Gambit filled the shot with vodka and put the bottle aside. He gave the man a more careful glance. It didn't strike him until the man asked him that question, as if forcing Gambit to seek something out in his features. "T' be honest," he said, "I got no idea. I could, of course, say you remind me of someone, but why would I do dat?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 23:09
::It was a more diplomatic, a more careful answer than most would give to that question. Pietro was impressed with this other man's way of speaking. Taking the shot, he quickly drank it, then set it down on the table. He held out his hand.:: "Pietro."
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 23:17
The fact that the other man introduced himself by his real name didn't necessarily mean he was trying to be friendly. He could have no traditional mutant alias, not all of them had one. Hence, there was no necessity for Gambit to give away his real name in return. "Gambit," Remy shook the man's hand. Then he connected the man's appearance with his name and with something he had heard years ago from Storm.
"Now I think I know who you are," he said. "You're one of de Maximoff twins, aren'tcha?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 23:24
"Do our reptuations precede us?" ::Pietro asked, mildly surprised. He and Wanda tried to keep low profiles, and they had been out of the country for a number of years before that.
Gambit...he knew that name from somewhere. Where was the question.::
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 23:31
He seemed cautious about it, and for a moment Gambit felt sorry for ruining his belief in his anonymity. But after all, Pietro had been the first to bring up the question of his identity. "I heard about you two from Storm," he said.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 23:43
::Ororo had mentioned them? That meant that she was in contact with the bartender, although she had never struck Pietro as a drinker. It implied that they knew one another from before, and with that, he was able to place the other man's name.:: "You're the kinetic with the penchant for playing cards."
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 23:50
"You mean these?" Gambit grinned, getting a few cards from out of his back pocket in a flash-like movement and holding them up. He hadn't meant to boast the speed of his own movements in front of the natural speeder, it was simply a habit of quickly getting his weapon ready.
He didn't ask how Pietro knew about him. Maybe Storm had mentioned Gambit... Maybe somebody else. His name had a tendency to travel on its own.
(( I'm off for today, good night! ))
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 8:02
::One silver eyebrow crept towards Pietro's hairline. This other man as prepared, whipping those out at the drop of a hat. Nothing compare with his own speed, but his wasn't a contest.
Pietro could see the potential in the other man for a fight. Yet he seemed content to serve drinks and listen. The secrets floating around this club must be phenomenal. From his travels, he had seen the secrets which taverns held. Those were human bars in rural Europe. A mutant club in the middle of Manhatten...yes, Pietro could see the appeal in that. And not everybody wanted to be one of Uncle's X-Men.:: "Nice trick."
((OOC: This is directly after "Where His Feet Guided Him))
::Pietro ran from the cabin at Alkali Lake as fast as he could. Minutes later, he found himself in Manhatten, a place he had not been for years. Slowing to a walk, he wandered the area, his old stalking grounds.
When he had spoken with Typhoid, she hadn't heard of the "Lion's Den," which didn't speak well for the club's survival. There was that other club she had mentioned, Hellfire. Popular and mutant owned. Considering his problems stemmed from mutants, and he had no better ideas, he decided to search for it.
Finding it eventually, he entered paying cursery attention to his surroundings. He was angry, paranoid, and in new surroundings. A poor combination at the best of times.
Walking up to the bar, he brought his hand down on the counter. A custom he had learned abroad, to get the bartender's attention.::
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 21:49
Gambit walked over to the man, trying to recall his face just in case. It didn't seem like they had met before, nor could he remember seeing someone like him at the Club, and he had a good visual memory.
"Bon jour," he greeted him, leaning casually with his hands on the counter. "What can I get ya?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 21:59
::Pietro was grateful for the anonymous treatment. No comments about his resemblance to Magneto; at the moment, he couldn't take it should it happen. He sat down on a stool, crossing his arms over the bar and leaning forward.:: "Vodka, 151-proof, or the highest you have."
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 22:06
Since the bar catered even to patrons who preferred gasoline in their coctails, the usual alcohol assortment wasn't lacking anything, either.
Gambit filled a shot with vodka and placed it in front of the man. "You're here for de first time, if I ain't mistaken," he remarked. He liked to know his clients as well as he possibly could.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 22:23
::Pietro lifted the shot and drank it quickly. An unfortunate side effect of his mutation was the inability to get drunk. His body metabolized the alcohol too quickly for him to ever feel the effects. He never gained weight, and he was always sober. Instead, he valued alcohol for its taste and how quickly it burned his throat. This vodka passed both tests.
The other man had an accent. Not quite French..Cajun. Out of place in the general atmosphere of a Manhatten bar. He nodded slightly to answer the question.:: "I'm a stranger."
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 22:38
"Strangers don' come here," Remy remarked. "So you must be at least someone who knows someone who knows about dis place," he said. "Another drink?"
And also a mutant, he added inwardly, but it went without saying. He noticed the unusually quick movements of the man; he also noticed that the man didn't blink. Maybe he did it so fast that nobody noticed?
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 22:48
"Yes, thank you," ::Pietro held the glass out. With his other hand, he checked his pocket for his wallet. At the moment, he wanted nothing less than to have to call Uncle for money to pay off a tab. Thankfully, he had it.
The other man was perceptive. Necessary in the bartending trade, he didn't doubt. Particularly when catering to the unusual clientele of mutants. Yet Pietro was not in his best mood, which often made him brash.:: "Who do you think I am?"
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 23:00
Gambit filled the shot with vodka and put the bottle aside. He gave the man a more careful glance. It didn't strike him until the man asked him that question, as if forcing Gambit to seek something out in his features. "T' be honest," he said, "I got no idea. I could, of course, say you remind me of someone, but why would I do dat?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 23:09
::It was a more diplomatic, a more careful answer than most would give to that question. Pietro was impressed with this other man's way of speaking. Taking the shot, he quickly drank it, then set it down on the table. He held out his hand.:: "Pietro."
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 23:17
The fact that the other man introduced himself by his real name didn't necessarily mean he was trying to be friendly. He could have no traditional mutant alias, not all of them had one. Hence, there was no necessity for Gambit to give away his real name in return. "Gambit," Remy shook the man's hand. Then he connected the man's appearance with his name and with something he had heard years ago from Storm.
"Now I think I know who you are," he said. "You're one of de Maximoff twins, aren'tcha?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 23:24
"Do our reptuations precede us?" ::Pietro asked, mildly surprised. He and Wanda tried to keep low profiles, and they had been out of the country for a number of years before that.
Gambit...he knew that name from somewhere. Where was the question.::
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 23:31
He seemed cautious about it, and for a moment Gambit felt sorry for ruining his belief in his anonymity. But after all, Pietro had been the first to bring up the question of his identity. "I heard about you two from Storm," he said.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 23:43
::Ororo had mentioned them? That meant that she was in contact with the bartender, although she had never struck Pietro as a drinker. It implied that they knew one another from before, and with that, he was able to place the other man's name.:: "You're the kinetic with the penchant for playing cards."
Posted by Gambit on Jun 18, 2007, 23:50
"You mean these?" Gambit grinned, getting a few cards from out of his back pocket in a flash-like movement and holding them up. He hadn't meant to boast the speed of his own movements in front of the natural speeder, it was simply a habit of quickly getting his weapon ready.
He didn't ask how Pietro knew about him. Maybe Storm had mentioned Gambit... Maybe somebody else. His name had a tendency to travel on its own.
(( I'm off for today, good night! ))
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 8:02
::One silver eyebrow crept towards Pietro's hairline. This other man as prepared, whipping those out at the drop of a hat. Nothing compare with his own speed, but his wasn't a contest.
Pietro could see the potential in the other man for a fight. Yet he seemed content to serve drinks and listen. The secrets floating around this club must be phenomenal. From his travels, he had seen the secrets which taverns held. Those were human bars in rural Europe. A mutant club in the middle of Manhatten...yes, Pietro could see the appeal in that. And not everybody wanted to be one of Uncle's X-Men.:: "Nice trick."
