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Post by Nomz on Sept 1, 2024 22:45:25 GMT
A hard frown forms on his lips as he sees the X Mansion, eyes focusing hard on the burning and crumbling building. So many years of his life have been spent there, embracing the family that he made and trying to live with the choices he's taken. To see it on fire- it hurts more than he gaslit himself into believing it could.
For a moment, in all of this, he thinks of Kitty and Kurt and even Scott. He has a family there despite believing that nothing was worth staying for if Rogue didn't want him. It's not true, is it?
And Change. If there were two that Remy was always under the thumb of, it would be Luck and Change. He can see where that comes into play. His need to run, to hide, to stay as he is despite everything pushing him in a different direction. Digging his heels in like a stubborn gator under the porch.
"Resistin change is my middle name," he says as if the words are forced out of him. "Last two."
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Post by Countess on Sept 1, 2024 22:58:53 GMT
Theresa pulls the next card, breathing deep. They are so close to the end. She can feel it on the horizon. She needs it to be a happy ending. For his sake. So much turmoil, so much suffering, so much... love. There has to be a happy ending, right?
The next card is a wheel with many symbols on it, arcane ones. This card is Big and Important. "The Wheel of Fortune, reversed. Your fears. You are scared your luck and fortune has run out, Remy. You fear that helplessness. It presents you a choice: do nothing, run away, hide, and hope things get better... or act. This is a chance to get your life back on track- if you allow it," she tells him. There is still some hope in all of this.
"The outcome..." Theresa says, flipping the last card. It is Remy, riding a horse with many around him, celebrating his return. They carry staffs, six in total. "The Six of Wands. You will reach an important milestone or achieved a significant goal, and you are confident, self-assured, and successful. You harnessed your strengths and talents to bring about a happy outcome in your endeavors and made it through the chaos of the Tower, minimizing your distractions and focusing on the task at hand. Yes, there were challenges along the way, but you overcame them by concentrating your energies on the one target. One single thing.
"Love. Not just for this woman, Remy, but for you. Go on your journey. Learn. Change. Transform. Get your house in order, for her and you. Don't stay too long, or you will find a home you don't recognize when you return. Her heart longs for you, too, and running away and returning too late is worse than never returning at all."
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Post by Nomz on Sept 1, 2024 23:39:39 GMT
The silence after the last card drags for a heavy moment. Then, slowly, Remy rubs a hand down his face before letting it drop into his lap.
"Tarot always has more ta say than anyone gives it credit fer," he says, scanning over the cards again. They tell a story, one that he wants to come true. One that he needs to come true. He looks upon the two of cups again, thinking of his love, his heart, the one woman he knows he will love until his last breath and even when he's on his knees at the pearly gates.
"Embrace change. Don' turn down opportunity. Get my house in order." He nods to himself before slowly climbing to his feet. He doesn't stop himself this time from lightly tapping a finger to the image of his Rogue, of his Anna Marie. Remy turns those red eyes to his companion and he offers her his hand.
"Remy realizes tha he forgot to make introductions." He offers a grin full of Southern charm. "Name's Remy. Wha's yer name, cher?"
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Post by Countess on Sept 2, 2024 0:32:35 GMT
"You are a lucky man," Theresa says, in spite all of what she just said. She can see her, Rogue, tracing the edges of the card he left her. "She loves you so much. I never had that," she says, gathering all the cards. Still she is so cold in her tone and face, an utterly flat affect. Her eyes, though... They have longing. Such intense longing. Maybe someday. It feels like it is coming closer, with her new home in the Sanctum.
"My name is Theresa, Dr. Theresa Brooks," she says, willing to give him details on herself. "I work at Columbia as a History Professor. If you need anything, in the future, or someone else you know needs me," she says, putting her cards perfectly in place. She then takes his hand, shaking it firmly. "I know you, Remy LeBeau, just as I know Anna Marie. You can win her. You can. You have to win yourself, first. Sorry to stall you."
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Post by Bixir on Sept 2, 2024 0:33:17 GMT
He needed to make these excursions more often.
People told him this all the time, and mostly, he chose not to listen to them. He knew better, or they were making it out to be something bigger than it was meant to be, but now that he was here, enjoying the weather in Central Park, he got it now. It was a rare opportunity to clear his head.
That, and he had heard that there was a fortune teller in town. He tried not to put much stock into that sort of thing, but given his life experiences, he couldn't help but admit that there might be something to it. He had come this far, he ought to...? The man adjusted the cap on his head. Just ahead, someone else was getting their cards read at the woman's table, but... The man squinted behind his ruby quartz sunglasses.
"Remy? Is that you?"
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Post by Nomz on Sept 2, 2024 1:08:35 GMT
His heart swells at that and his smile damn near turns shy with how soft it is. He agrees easily, " Luckiest day was when she smiled at me for the first time. 'M sure love will find ya, cher. She's as elusive as a lazy lad in the middle of summer. Lâche pas la patate." " Pleasa ta meet'cha, Dr. Theresa Brooks. I'll do whatever it takes for her." Those eyes fall to the Six of Wands and the visage of a happy, confident man. " Thank ya fer yer time," Remy grins as he shakes her hand before letting go. He doesn't let go a moment too soon either. His breath catches as he hears a too-familiar voice, one that shouldn't be here. A voice that distinctly belongs back home. " Mais garde des don," he exclaims in disbelief as his eyes land on Scott. Both his hands find his hips and he grins, broad and happy despite the situation. It never even crosses his mind that he may be there to drag him back to the manor. " Scott! Bougre! Wha fire sent ya all the way out here?" "Lâche pas la patate" = "Don't Give Up."
"Mais garde des don" = "Well look at that."
"Bougre" = A man or guy; used to address a male friend. |
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Post by Countess on Sept 2, 2024 1:44:06 GMT
"Jamé," Theresa says, the small ghost of a smile on her lips. She will never give up. Not for anything. There is something more in this life for her, and she hopes it is love.
This is meant to be. They need to talk, as little as it will be. Theresa starts to shuffle through her deck, letting them speak. There is little more to do, but to let what needs to happen... happen. jamé = never |
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Post by Bixir on Sept 5, 2024 0:57:04 GMT
Scott blinked behind his shades, then he pulled himself out of his funk. He quickly walks forward, spreading his arms to give Remy a hug. There isn't room for negotiation. "It's been so long! I, err, Jean told me there was a fortune teller in town. I thought I would go looking around. It seems like I found her." He waved to Theresa, not wanting to be rude, but his attention quickly returned to Remy. He stuffed his hands in his coat pockets.
"How have you been? Enjoying the road?"
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Post by Nomz on Sept 6, 2024 1:31:57 GMT
Her response gets a true, proper smile from Gambit before he turns all of his attention to Scott. Not that he has much of a choice as the damn man comes up for a hug and his nature has him hugging back, patting Scott twice before pulling away.
"Dr. Brooks is more 'an a fortune tella. She's a goddess in her own right," Remy says with a wink before looking back at Scott. His happy expression falls a bit as he's asked about the road. A hand comes up to run through his hair, his gaze looking down at Scott's knees for a moment.
"It's ta road. It goes 'n I goes." He sounds a bit uncomfortable, which is an odd thing to see on Remy. More so when he had been so comfortable a few moments ago. He fully blames it all on the reading and the parts of his heart it settled on.
"Headed out 'fore the rest of ya'll show. Um. How's...the house?"
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Post by Bixir on Sept 8, 2024 1:28:39 GMT
Scott smiled. He looked past him, at Theresa, then back to Remy. He didn't shake his head, but... Remy was Remy. He hadn't changed a bit. Scott was glad. He hadn't expected any of this to happen on a random trip to Central Park. New York was special like that.
Scott widened his arms. It was a gesture meant to appease. "I'm the only one out here, Remy. Honest. But we do miss you."
That was as far as Scott would go. He didn't want to make this into something more. He respected Gambit's decision, and he didn't want to get in the middle of that - not yet, anyway. He started to move past his friend, then stopped to place a quick hand on his shoulder. He looked him directly in the eyes. "Take care of yourself."
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Post by Nomz on Sept 8, 2024 1:48:29 GMT
Scotts words land softly on Remy's heart and he feels himself scoffing quietly. Still, he takes the other man at his word and shakes his head. "Sure dey do, Scott. Who wouldn't?"
It's clear who he thinks wouldn't. Neither really have to say it. He straightens out his jacket with his hands, soothing any wrinkles when Scott's hand lands on his shoulder. They lock eyes for a moment and he can't seem to help himself.
"Ya, ya. Ol Remy will watch his back." It is an assurance, something to appease his friend despite him wanting nothing more than to just go home instead. He pats Scott on the shoulder in turn before breaking away from him and taking a few steps backward.
"Don't go givin my room to some freeloader, got it?" He only waits a moment before turning on his heel with a two-finger salute and strolling off to the south.
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Post by Bixir on Sept 16, 2024 6:09:02 GMT
More than you realize. There was so much more that Scott wanted to say. Perhaps even needed to say. His better sense kept him in check, as did his trust and respect for his friend. Remy would figure it out. There was no doubt in his mind. He always did. He gave a wave farewell to his friend before walking up to the fortune teller's stall? Arrangement? He had done this before at fairs and festivals, but that had been in the past... and for novelty. Scott couldn't place his finger on it, but this felt more real than anything he had seen before. Call it scout's intuition.
"I admit, I'm a little nervous now that I'm here. How does this work, miss...?"
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Post by Countess on Sept 18, 2024 1:50:47 GMT
Theresa doesn't pay too much attention between the conversation between them, letting it melt into the white noise background of the City. Instead, she shuffles a few times pulling five cards for herself. A question hangs in the air for her. Seven of Pentacles, Reversed. The Hermit. The Lovers. The Knight of Wands. The Moon. Her heart melts a little, then she draws the cards back into the deck. She has never pulled the Lovers for herself....
Certainly not like this.
Theresa looks up at the man in sunglasses and the power of a sun. "Theresa. Dr. Theresa Brooks. I work over at Columbia. This is... my private life. Spark of magic, is all," she answers him. She can digest her own pulling another time. "It is okay to be nervous, just breathe. You don't have to ask anything, we can just talk," Theresa offers. She isn't here for money or anything else. Just sitting at a chess table in Central Park.
"If you want, however, you can ask a question, shuffle the cards, then cut them. I'll see what I can do to help. Be careful what you ask- not everyone likes the answers I have."
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Post by Bixir on Oct 8, 2024 7:07:00 GMT
Scott smiled back at Theresa, taking a seat opposite her at the chess table. "Lucky for you, I'm that guy at parties who can't help but ask those questions." Scott settled into his seat, thinking while his hands rubbed against his jeans within their pockets. He had technically done this before, but now he was certain that there was something more about this Doctor Theresa Brooks. Life was exciting like that. Was she...? No, better not. You have your own fate to figure out, Summers.
"Hmm... sure, alright. My wife and I, we're getting on well. It's just... I can't help thinking about our future. We're mutants, you see." He mentions it casually, so casually, in fact, that the statement is almost framed like a question for Theresa herself. Did she have a stake in that topic? So many people seemed to, these days. At the very least, he hoped that she would understand the gravity of that label. "We talk around the idea of having a family."
Scott's eyes beneath his shades lower to the deck on the table. He reaches for the deck, and begins to shuffle it in his hands. Already, he's thinking of how Remy would roast him for his form. The thought made him smile... mostly. Then, he cut the deck, setting it in front of Theresa. "Let's see what the cards have to say about that."
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Post by Countess on Oct 8, 2024 16:26:34 GMT
Theresa nods, understanding. She has no real opinion on mutants. Everyone suffers, and she sees it all. She knows their plight, their harrowing moments, their tragedies... She also knows their hopes and dreams. Such a simple thing, to want children, and it is not new to be afraid to bring new life into a broken world. Theresa passes no judgement, but she does let the somber topic settle on her and in her. This is not a happy question, it is one that could be devastating. It could tear him, his wife, and all those around him apart.
"Draw four cards, Scott," she murmurs. He never told her his name. Her face is impassive, like a statue. Inwardly, she is bracing herself. This is her fault, and she knows it. "And I will answer your question."
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