[Private to the T'eives Guild]
Yo, mes amis! Gambit been t'inkin', and be dat a dangerous pastime or no, he be t'inkin' t'ings up, too.

Ya hear me?
[/T'eives Guild]

Aw man, I'm only one left, outta da Temple Team.

Walll I nearly got my fine sel' kidnapped by pirates and then mutilated by a kid-fish t'ing, but all in all, it wan't such a bad holiday. Not so good as the de last one but I still shoulda come first in dat cook-off...

[He trails offShame Riku is gone. Ah well. I'll always be havin' the doom slide t' remember him by ( Read more... )

[The feed comes on to a shot from a high wall, looking down on a pool of deep water. The place has the look of a fortress, and several guards, all beautiful women, are patrolling the area in boats.]

Yo, Nabsy. Nevah knew ya had a sister.

Or six.

What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happenin'?

Hey, Riku, Sheik. Whaddya call a Cajun in a coffin?

Dead.

Seriously though, I'm glad t'ings aint tastin' like pineapple no mo'. Good taste, but not all tha time. Cute song, though.

Nabs, Kuro? Ya up fo' a little game later?

I t'ink de worst t'ing 'bout it all was wakin' up t' dat puss on my chest. Ah well, c'est la vie.

... Well, actually, no, it ain't. Ah well.

Safe t'assume Gambit's gonna be givin' any Rogue-shaped creatures a bit 'a slip, ain't he? Can't say I got much luck wit' 'em here.

Chere - dat you? Or dis some otha illusion like in th' Temple?

... Chere? Rogue? Where ya goin', belle? Stop! Come back! Chere, I -

[Over the pounding rain, there's a sound of Gambit's feet pounding, and those of Rogue's, in front of him. Abruptly, Rogue's stop.]

Ro -

[And there's a sickly wet sound, like something caving in on itself. It is ( Read more... )

[The communicator is possibly hanging from Gambit's pocket. His face can't be seen, but his hands can. He seems to be going through a rack of swimsuits. Ladies swimsuits. Rather skimpy ladies swimsuits. He can be heard humming.

Eventually, he picks out what looks like little strips of orange cloth held together with string.Hey, bra, how 'bout dis ( Read more... )

[Nabooru/Kuronue//Unhackable]

What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happenin'.

Dis is outrageous! Gambit ain't dat sorta man! Low-down, disgustin', somet'ing he would not do! All dese tabloids do is spread lies!

[There's a fizzling sound, and then a muted explosion. It's followed by a sudden, rather intent -]

I would nevah have sex wit' anybody in de kitchen. Do you have any idea how germy dat is? Kitchen is for cookin', ( Read more... )