idk where, i just kind of want to play this douche again

[bythesaints]

Of course you want to pick me up again, senorita. I don't see why you wouldn't. I am quite...irresistible, when it comes to things like this.

Now, the only question is, where will I go and what kind of people will I see there? There are some familiar faces that I would enjoy seeing again, starting with the beautiful Amara herself.

Yours, Manuel de la Rocha

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[gamblinglady]

Dat you, Empath? Got tired o' wreaking' your havoc other places, mm? [ Here, have a familiar looking smirk, Manny ]

[bythesaints]

[Empath....has no idea who the hell you are. SORRY, LADY.]

And you are?

[gamblinglady]

[ Really now, you'd think red and black eyed, Cajuns were a dime a dozen or something. ]

Friends call me Reneè. Mos' people call me Gambit.

[bythesaints]

[Unfortunately, he's also pretty early canon.]

Empath. I assume you're one of Xavier's lot? [siiiigh] Pity.

[gamblinglady]

[ This Gambit's seen it all. ]

Oh I know jus' who y'are, mon ami. Now an' then. The Prof ain't around much these days, Cyke runs things mos'ly. [ Smirk, she knows stuff you don't~ ] Your Ms. Frost be pretty cosy wit' him las' I heard.

[bythesaints]

Cyclops? Your school must be lacking in talent if that oaf is running the school. [At the mention of Emma, Empath just glares. He doesn't believe Gambit at all.]

We must be thinking of different Ms. Frosts then. The one I know is still a teacher at the Massachusetts Academy.

[gamblinglady]

He don' do to bad. Then again, I don' make it a point t'be 'round too much. [ She smiles sweetly at him, something her male counterpart could never have pulled off. ]

Doubt it. You're prob'ly jus' a few years behind the curve.

[bythesaints]

I wouldn't blame you for not staying around.

[SIGH] Time travel. How ridiculous.

[gamblinglady]

What can I say? I'm a free spirit.

More like de nature o' dis place. But close 'nough I suppose.

SCREAMING

[radiantly]

[Just.... this face.]

IT'S YOUR BEST FRIEND EVER, ANGELICA.

[bythesaints]

[And Manuel just smirks.]

Angelica. It's a pleasure to see you again.

[talk_to_you]

Oh, good Lord. You.

[bythesaints]

I could say the same about you.

[talk_to_you]

Still unspeakably amoral, I assume?

[bythesaints]

Only if you're still astoundingly useless.

[talk_to_you]

Anything but these days.

[bythesaints]

Well, that's new. Tell me, did your mutation expand to talking your way out of a beating? Because I honestly can't see how your power would be anything but useless.

[talk_to_you]

Better than that. My powers expanded to let me dish out the beatings. Everything is language. A fight's just another kind of language, and if you read body language, you know what the guy's going to do.