14242/Guess Who's Back, Back Again

Guess Who's Back, Back Again
Date of Scene:	25 February 2023
Location:	East Side
Synopsis:	The reunion of reunions! Remy comes back from hiding, having ended what had been a tumultous few months in his life. He rns into Rogue again and they reconnect...with plans for Remy to reconnect with the rest of the X-Men and get back into their good graces.
Cast of Characters:	Remy LeBeau, Rogue

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Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau was back in New York.

After the Sinister Massacre and the framing of Gambit for the act, He fled to Gotham City to lay low and wait for the heat to die down. Whether or not the heat /has/ gone down at all is Remy's guess, but he's here with a purpose: There's a special girl that he's wronged for the last time. He pulls out his phone, the number memorized as he sends a text:

"Mon cherie. I know you won't like to hear from me, but I'd like to see you. I'm at the East Side. Let me know if interested...and if not? I understand."

Remy hits send.

Dressed in simple clothing, in addition to his dark coat, Remy's breath is visible in he cold winter air. He looks up at the sky as he draws near to a bench to take a seat on. Now was the worst part: the waiting game. Is everything gonna be okay?

No.

But it's worth everything just to see her again.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue didn't reply to the text, so the waiting might be particularly tough. But, before he decides to give and walk off, she arrives. Without much fanfare, she just glides in from the cold skies above, wrapped in a black hooded cloak that falls around her Mighty Woman superhero attire, flashy and fancy, it is quickly covered up by the cloak that keeps her warm at this time of year.

On tall heeled boots, Rogue takes a step toward him. "So, look who it is." She says, after he'd run off three months ago, she'd just moved on, accepted it this time and it didn't really phase her much.

She stops then, and her cloak sways around her for a few moments as she just eyes him.

"Ya take care of all that stuff?" She asks, her voice soft and quiet.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"You done it now, Remy."

He was ready to give up and out of all to rest. Nobody knows how often he's hurt the team, hurt Rogue, with his absence. Is he truly an important, crucial member of the team? No. At least, he wouldn't think so.

But his actions hurt people. He had to handle his personal shit, a telltale reaction. His only regret? He didn't bring her with him.

After a bit, he starts to stand up when the impact of feet on the ground. He stops in his step and he turns around to see Rogue wearing a super suit of sorts. He had heard of it, for certain on the news and he smiles at her.

"Bonjour, mon cherie."

'Ya take care of all that stuff?'

Remy steps closer to her, stopping a respectful distance. "Yeah." he tells her, the weight crushing in the air. "I'm sorry. I know it's..." He looks away for a moment, ashamed. He's got nothing else to say that he hasn't said before.

"I'm sorry." He says softly, genuinely, the shake crushing his shoulders into a slight slump.

"I missed you."

He lifts his eyes to meet Rogue's green hues. "You look good." he gestures to her 'Mighty Woman' getup.

Rogue has posed:
A glance is given down at herself, before Rogue bounces her stare back up to his red eyes. She just stares at him for a second then tips her chin up a little. "One'a many outfits they've made for me. I like them all, when I'm not gettin' them completely wrecked out there, doin' the hero thing. But, it's fun, sometimes. Sometimes it really sucks though..."

She trails off her voice there, and glances him over. "So those guys who did, whatever, made you out t'be a bad guy with the Mutant Masacre ordeal, yeah? Scott said he went an' tried t'get you ta come back, but you brushed him off. Guessin' you either found'em, and beat their faces in, or... have just run outta cash an' need a place ta lay your head at night now?" She asks him, her cape flowing gently around her in the cold late February winds.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"It's a good look. Let's de colors in your hair shine." It's true, darker shades always made Rogue's eyes sparkle and draw attention to the color of her. "Who's 'dey'?" Remy asks. "I hear you're big n' popular now. Long time comin'." He chuckles, making good humor.

He looks down. "He did. I was still trackin' 'em down. To find back May have put you all in danger. Didn't know if you'd look at me the same." Remy puts his hands at his sides that clench every now and again. "The former than the latter. I can always go back to thievin', but I ain't right without you." Remy mentions then. "I dunno. Just wrapped up what I was able to find. Took some doin' in Gotham and avoidin' de big mean Bat." He brings red eyes to meet her green. "A place is always nice, currently just sleepin' on what looks comfy, but I ain't gon' play de pity card. Not wit' you."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue raises her arms up to cross them over her stomach, pushing her cloak open a bit, the black and green synth-leather of her sponsored super hero costume a bit more visible again, making that leathery-noise of movement as she does. She eyes him. "Remy, ya know I care about ya, and would've gone t'help you with that fight. All of us woulda. The whole damn X-Men team woulda, but you just chose t'up'n run off on your own. There's... there's more people back at the school who care about ya than just me, ya know?" She tilts her head, her white bangs waving a little in the wind as they dangle down beside her face.

"If you wanna go back there, it's on you t'let them all know you're back. They want you there, they never wanted you ta leave."

She draws in a breath then, her shoulders rising up as she does so, her eyes dart away to a distant sound before she shoots them back over to him. "Nothing is stoppin' ya from goin' back there, an' just talkin' to the Professah, to Scott, to Jean... ta let them know what you been dealin' with, and for maybe once, ask them for help too."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
She's right, of course.

There's more people that care about him than just Rogue. She was the love of his life, but he made many friends at the School that he's never wavered in keeping...until he left.

Again.

The Professor, Scott, Jean? People who can help him, give him the therapy he needs for his mental health. He made his decisions, he handled his problems, but it left it's scars. His confidence is rattled. He's stabbed enough people.

It's time.

"...I'd like to go home." He lifts his eyes to her

Rogue has posed:
For her part, Rogue just stands there with her arms over her stomach, and her weight dolled out to one side, her left leg, her right foot extended out to the side ever so slightly. She just watches him as he mulls over those words, and when he simply responds, she just nods her head softly a few times.

A breath is taken, a look away is taken, and then Rogue regards him again. "I can order ya a Uber ta drive ya back ta the school, if you'd like." She says in her Mississippi flavored voice. "I think it best if ya show up on your own, an' if ya take a moment ta go around, chat'n a few people up. Let'em know you're back. I don't think it'd serve much good if I brought ya back myself. Then it looks like I just found ya out here, and drug ya back against your will."

She takes a moment then to just let her voice rest before she adds on. "Now is the time, LeBeau for ya t'know that you got a family now, who cares about ya, but you gotta start showin'em you're here ta care about them back in return."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy chuckles a little, grim in its tone. "I think you just don't wan' ol' Remy in de air wit' you again." he teases her to add brevity to the moment.

A thing he does when he's nervous, one of many masks to cover his insecurities and his shortcomings. Rogue knows first hand that Remy's confidence is one of his greatest charms but now? Niw it almost feels like someone he used to be. He looks ashamed. Sad.

Lonely.

"You got enough hero things to be doin'. I can hitch a ride over there, see if I can fix up a warm welcome. Maybe make some gumbo."

"Yea." No more time for 'I know' and 'of course'. Instead, it's now just 'yes ma'am.'

"Gon' be a long road." He starts to reach for her, then returns his hand to his side. Some things need more time than others.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watches him, she sees his hesitation and the inherent awkward stutters to some of his otherwise graceful movements that he normally is a master of. She makes assumptions about it all, and just exhales sharply.

The Belle steps to him, and offers him a hug. "I am glad ta see ya, Gambit." She says quietly to him, her chin over his shoulder should the hug come. She'll hold it a moment to transfer a bit of warmth between the two of them, her bodysuit covering her entirely so she's safe from dangerous touches save for her face.

When she pulls back, she drops her hands down to her sides again. "Everyone is gonna be happy ta have you around again. You entertain a lotta them, you always know how ta lighten a mood. But yeah... things are a little different now. I am a teacher, as you know, I got a career, I got stuff I'm responsible for. I ain't gonna do the whole... chasin' romance around thing. Nor gonna get left at the curb no more."

She bites down on her upper lip for a moment then, like she's considering saying more, but then she just shakes her head of it.

"I'll be back there in a few hours. If you're there by then, I'll happily fill ya in on some of the stuff that's been goin' down lately. Includin' angry dinosaur stuff." She smirks at him then.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Listen, I-"

Rogue is hugging him then, the warmth of her something he's missed a long time. Slowly, long arms curl around the super heroine and he holds her fight against his form, happy to be in that exact moment for the foreseeable future. If she didn't know any better, it feels like he's shivering.

Was he...crying a little?

Yet when she pulls back, he lets her go. He nods at her a little bit. "I'm glad to see you too, Cherie." Remy wipes at his eyes before he looks at her a bit more clearly.

"Why'd you have to go an' make me wan' to be better huh?" Remy shakes his head at her with a playful look in his eyes. "...but I'd like to try again."

*With you*.

"But dis time...I ought to earn what I keep breakin'." He looks her fully in the eyes, as if to rest in them, soak in them, and remember he can fly.

"You can yell at me y'know. I deserve it."

"You better. I don' wan' miss one more minute." He told his head. "You playin' wit' dinos now?"

Rogue has posed:
"Yeah, a bit, I guess." Rogue says with a smirk with regard to the dinosaurs. "We've been doin' operations in the Savage Lands, might be goin' back soon, I think. You'd like it there, and hate it, I think too." She shows him a faint smile before she draws in a breath and shakes her head side to side, causing her white messy bangs to wave around beside her cheeks.

"I ain't ever tryin' t'lecture you, neither, Mistah LeBeau. You've had a hard life like the rest'a us have too. Ya just gotta see that.... we're not gonna be young forever. We gotta focus on setting ourselves up for a better t'morrow, before it's too late..."

"Maybe I'm sappy, sayin' things like that... but I don't wanna be old an' wrenkled, and still basically be as setup as someone in their early twenties." She smirks at him then before she sways a bit where she's standing.

"Anyhow... I better get back ta the patrol. Gotta get this costume back to the Icons HQ before midnight."

She shows him another soft smile. "If you're back at Xavier's by the time I get there, I'll ... yeah. If not, well, I'm sure ya got reasons." She tells him before she turns to the side. She upnods once at him. "Glad ta see ya didn't get yourself murdered in the face though..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Y'know I love some Dinos, Cherie, but typically when dey ain't tryin' to take a chunk outta me." Remy starts, lowering his head as a subtle laughter escapes him, long dark hair cascading down his face and being pulled back with a single hand so he can look upon her.

"Maybe not in our faces, but de heart is young forever so long as we're proper caretakers." He smiles at her. "Nah, maybe I teach de young ones done thievin' and sneakin'. Not everythin' is all punch dis and dat." Remy offers. He doesn't have the classical education to be a teacher, but he can show people the art if the wheel and the slide of the deal.

"Long as I'm ol' and wrenkled wit' you, I think I'm happy 'bout dat." He sways a bit too, in an awkwardly cutesy kind of way, stealing glances at her eyes when he can see 'em.

"Icons huh? Maybe I should drop by, see what de hubbub is all 'bout." But his eyes linger on her a long moment before he answers clearly, genuinely, and sincerely.

"I'll be there. Glad to still be alive, cherie. I'll try n' be a bit prettier when you lookin' at me next."