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Accidental Video / Action @ the Magic Wing - Backdated 9/17

[The video feed initializes as some sort of blast sends it flying into an obstacle in a room in the magic training wing. The angle is odd, slightly slanted, but it affords a view of the action. Gambit pulls himself up from a prone position on a mat nearby, brining his bo-staff to bear against something off-screen...

...and then it moves into view. At least 8 feet long from nose to tail, it stands on its segmented, insectoid legs, bears it's jagged maw of teeth, and issues a hiss from it's gullet, flexing it's fore-claws, and then makes a series of sort, rasping sounds that someone might recognize as a laugh.]

SsssSSs...fUtuRe HOssssT, cEAssE tHiSSss STRugGlleeE...

[The giant bug monster struggles with speech, but it gets it's point across. The bo-staff in Remy's hands begins to glow a bright crimson and a nervous but confident laugh come from somewhere in his chest.]

If yo' plannin' on eatin' Cajun tonight, mon ami, yo' better recognize, it don' go down smooth.

[There's a hiss from the creature and it flexes it's four hind-legs to attack.]

(OOC: Action if you want to help Remy with the Brood. All other replies will come after the bug killing!)

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[Elena sees the video and beings stripping away her clothing. She has experienced her own oddities today and she's sick of it. She isn't going to leave someone to fight alone and at least in this form she'll be able to find him quickly. A scream catches in her throat as she falls to her knees and then four furry legs. It takes a few minutes before she's pushing the door to her room open and following the familiar scent of the man who lives across the halls.

When she arrives at the training room a low growl vibrates in her chest. She bounds forward and jumps on the back of one of the creatures. Her paws scrap against the creatures back before she clamps down on their neck. It doesn't taste very good but she doesn't care.]

[Trained by years of combat, and years of, well, training, Gambit doesn't hesitate when help arrives. He was aided by the fact that another three Brood had shown up in the short time it had taken her to get here and he was a little hard-pressed when the wolf jumped on the first one.

Brood were smart, but they weren't precisely durable. The only thing they had going for them was their exoskeleton, which was just fine with the Cajun. It meant glowing them up was all he needed to do.]

Go for their throats! That's the soft part! [He didn't know if the wolf understood him, but he figured it was worth a shot as he lined up with the other three, looking for something in here he could destroy and cursing the whole enchanted against destruction thing.]

[Elena understand and as she grips the creature with her claws she jumps, snapping her jaw at the underside of its neck. She feels the flesh break beneath the force of her bite and the heat that follows a fresh wound. The creature she's fighting sounds angry and jolts, throwing Elena against the wall of the training room.

A pained yelp cries from her chest but she rises to her feet and runs at the creature again. She's weakened it and the thrill of the hunt thunders through her veins.

Four paws bring her back to the Brood's side and she dives once more at it's neck, hoping to knock it down and tear into it's throat.]

[With Elena taking out the one, Gambit is able to focus on the other that had arrived. A charged whirl of his bo-staff connecting with it's armored side sent it flying across the training room and into the far wall. In a fluid motion, even before the other Brood came to a rest, he pulled a playing card from his coat pocket, willed explosive kinetic energy through it, and released it, the card sailing through the air to it's mark and exploding on contact.

Gambit breathed a sign of relief.]

Merci fo' the assist, chere.

[With the creature down Elena turns her head towards Gambit. He appears to be fine and the threat gone. Her eyes met his for a few seconds before she turns and pads her way out of the room. She hates shifting in front of others and the process isn't pretty. Once in the hall she makes sure that no one is coming before allowing the process to take hold of her.

She thinks she'll be able to at least find a spare shirt around here though it's merely an after thought as pain and tension shake through her frame. She cries out and she knows that Gambit can hear. Seconds feel like hours but she stands and steps into the training room completely naked. Her eyes glance over the fallen creatures before walking towards Gambit.]

Are you okay?

[While she was gone, Gambit went about searching for how the hell the Brood could have gotten in here in the first place. The place was magically sealed, that much he knew, and the idea bothered him more than he'd care to admit. He heard Elena's pained cry beyond the door and frowned again, but he didn't investigate. He got the distinct impression she'd left the room for privacy.

An idea that was quickly thrown off by her coming back in completely naked. He couldn't help the rakish smile that teased his lips as he slid his bo-staff into a pocket of his coat.]

I'm jus' fine, chere. What about you?

[Clothes were really a secondary concern though Elena figured she should find something before someone else shows up. She doesn't really care of Remy happens to see her naked.]

I'm fine. What were those?

[She looks over at him with a pointed gaze.]

You know what they are?

[He nods as he adjusts his fingerless gloves.]

Oui. Dey call demselves de Brood. Nasty aliens. Question is, why are dey here?

I-

[Elena is about to say more when she hears a distant voice echo in her head. She turns towards the door and see's a bunny hop by. A chill runs down her spine while an uncomfortable feeling twists in her stomach.]

I don't think it's just you.

[She turns towards the door as if to step out of it. Now, more than ever, she really wishes she at least had a shirt.]

Something is happening here. I have to go. [That rabbit...]

Oui, I noticed. [He nodded, his expression dropping into a frown at her sudden change.] Chere? What's goin' on?

[Elena pauses at the door and looks down the hall. She sees nothing and frowns.]

You didn't see that?

[She looks back at Remy wondering if he'd been paying attention. It had to have been an illusion but Elena suddenly felt like a very young girl again.]

[Remy gave a vague shake of his head.]

What was I supposed ta see?

It was a rabbit.

[Elena's arms wrap around her chest feeling suddenly uncomfortable.]

I should get dressed. Sorry, it must have been in my head.

[Except it worries her.]

[Remy moves to her side, sliding out of his coat and draping it around her shoulders.]

Non, chere. I don' think it is. [He motions toward the now empty room. The Brood were gone. Not cool.]

'Less they were too.

[Elena takes the coat, closing it with her fingers instead of slipping her arms through the sleeves. She can't shake the uncomfortable feeling though the air in the room smells clean.

Her head turns to where the creatures had been and she frowns.]

What is happening? [A chill runs down her spine and before she can say more a void echoes from the entrance of the training room.] Look at you. All grown up.

[Elena turns holding the front of Remy's jacket closed. She feels her whole body shiver though she tries hard to push back the panic that rises in her chest.] Victor Olsen? You can't be- [Her voice cuts and the man steps closer.]

You look all grown up but you're still that scared little girl aren't you?

[In his profession, both as a superhero and as a thief, you had to be good at reading body language. Elena was scared. Elena, a werewolf who not five minutes ago was tearing into Brood like they were nothing but big bugs, was scared. His hackles raised as he stepped forward, effectively putting himself between this new guy, who may very well be a figment of her imagination, and her.]

How 'bout we have a chat instead, homme? De name's Gambit.

[Elena tries to stop Gambit from stepping forward but thoughts and actions freeze. She isn't scared. Scared isn't the right word, surprised, maybe a little scared. She's stood up to Victor Olsen in the past but it'd been in a court room.

The man casts Gambit a cold look while a sadistic smile pulls across his lips.]

This doesn't really concern you. I'm here to see Elena. [His sick smile widens.] We're old friends. I'm sure that she'd tell you herself. She's very gentle and is great with animals.

[Elena bites her lower lip and tries to think.]

[Gambit glances back to Elena, then looks back to the man, squaring his shoulders.]

I don' think de lady wants ta talk, homme.

[Victor is about to speak again and it doesn't look like he's about to say anything nice. Elena finally steps forward placing a hand lightly on Remy's arm.]

Why are you here? You should be in prison.

[Her voice is very cold though Victor only smiles more.]

There you are, my little rabbit. I've served my time and I remember you having a hand in it. I'm here to pay you pack. [His smile grew wider.] Like old times, I know you enjoyed it.

Not if I got anything ta say about it, homme. [He didn't step forward, but he didn't back down, either.]

Got a door dere. Why don' you jus' see yo'self out, eh? 'Fore things get nasty fo' ya.

[Elena steels herself as Victor steps forward. She swallows a knot in her throat and glares at the man she remembers from her childhood.]

Stay away from me.

[She all but growls the words though this does nothing to deter Victor. He reaches forward and lightly brushes his figure against her elbow.] Then stop me Elena. You know you can. You're strong enough.

[That was enough for Gambit. He'd taken care of Laura, a poor, lost little soul who thought this was all she was worth for too long, and he spent too much of his life watching people being used by others who thought they were better and thus had some sort of right to it. He reached out, grabbing the man's arm and twisted him around into an arm lock.]

Las' chance, homme. Ya walk away or I break yo' arm.

[Elena can only watch as Victor glared at over at Remy.]

Are you threatening me?

[At the question, Remy grins.]

What was yo' firs' clue, homme?

[Victor isn't by any means anything more than a human from what Elena remembers and so the fist that comes towards Remy is strong but only as strong as a man. Victor never liked violence but he could be forceful when he needed and Remy was getting in his way.

Elena watched and stepped forward but she wasn't sure if she could stop whatever would happen next.]

[Remy dodged to the left, caught the man's fist, and used his own momentum to pull him forward off balance. He swept a leg at the man's feet, pulling his feet from the ground and sending him sprawling to the ground. Remy moved to stand over the man, looking down at him.]

You better stay down, mon ami, b'fore I get nasty.

[Victor fell to the ground, easily toppled by Remy's attack. He isn't a fighter and yet he flashed a cocky smile at Remy then over at Elena.]

Just wait then. I'll have you soon enough.

[Elena stares at him before turning away. She doesn't want to see this and while she's still wearing Remy's jacket it feels very thin. She closes her eyes and wishes that he was somewhere, anywhere else.]

[Gambit gives one last glare at the prone man (if you could call him that) before turning to Elena, moving an around around her waist protectively.]

Come on, chere. Let's get outta here, eh?

[Elena's face was cold and distant. She doesn't look over at Remy but she nods and allows him to lead the way.]

[Remy's eyes flash magenta back at the prone man before leading Elena away from the training rooms towards the dorms.]

So, how 'bout you stay wit' me tonight, eh?

[Her arm wraps around him as they step down the hall, her lethal frame molding against him while her other hand kept the borrow jacket closed.]

I'd like that.

[Remy slid a well-muscled around around her waist in response, protective. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her, and that was one promise he was going to keep.]

Tres bien.

[Elena doesn't know a lot of French, despite living in Toronto for the last year but she knew enough to understand those who insisted speaking in French.]

Je vous remercie.

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