LOG: Wolverine/Gambit - Matters of Style and Finesse

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Logan drops by the brownstone with an offer for Remy, and it quickly leads to conversations about the best ways to hurt people who need hurting.



Logan tipped his hat to the doorman of the brownstone and headed up to their third floor looking for Remy. He was definitely in the building - a sniff of the air told him that - and given how strongly it was coming across the guy might have even broken a sweat. He was in their Gym, which made Logan snort in amusement. Just for fun, he opened up the door but loitered in the doorway, just watching Remy put Marie-Ange through her paces.

There was a clatter of sticks before Remy finally grounded his staff. "Remember, de staff is an extension of you. It isn't a thing you stick out in front of you to get in de way of things. Each strike is an extension of your fist, each block of your arm." He leaned his in the corner
as Marie-Ange collected a towel and walked off the matts, nodding to Logan as she left.

"How long you been dere, homme?"

Logan just grinned at Remy. "Teaching your merry band of misfits?" he asked, noting that he limp and damage was apparently a thing of the past. All that much better. "Good. Had a favor to ask 'bout that." he said, not moving from his spot in the doorway. "My pups need some seasoning, and your people could use the exercise."

"Dat is de sound of a man wit' a proposal." Remy dropped both of the practice staves into the corner bin that held several more and draped a towel over his shoulder. "You thinking 'bout cross training wit' de mansion?"

"On the down-low." he said with a shrug. "Can't risk your OpSec or ours by making it blatant." he said. "Small handpicked group. Call it a seminar." he said. "Up for it?"

Remy considered for a minute. They did need to get some time in the Danger Room for the staff. The brownstone wasn't cut out for powers training, and all of them needed some joint work. At the same time, their own training philosophies were very different, to focus on different missions. "It might be a good thing, but none of de students. Trainees and X-Men. To be blunt, Logan, you know dat we're training dem how to kill if necessary. I don't want dat slipping in somehow wit' de general school population. More importantly, I need dem to take it seriously, and not as just an
extension of de classes dey took before de X-Men training."

Logan hrmmed. "I'll see what I can swing." Kyle'd be up for it, he knew that, but he really wasn't sure about the rest of the babies. "And I know damned well you're teaching lethal techniques. That's why I want cross-training - even if the pups will never use them, people like you and yours _will_. Knowing it when you see it and knowing defenses is valuable, life-saving information." he said.

"If you can get dat one past de Boy Scout." Remy snorted. He toweled his damp hair vigorously, at least getting it semi-dry. "Dere is value dere. Most of our work is one on one, usually by whomever suits de younger staff member best. Something a little more structured, in a group setting, might be good once and a while. Marie-Ange and Doug both have X-Men training, so it's a good way to keep dem sharp, and help out wit' de school. For Amanda and Mark, dey starting at de beginning."

Remy tossed the towel in the corner. "That brings up something dat I did want to talk to you 'bout. Sarah."

"What about her?" he asked. "We ain't ever exactly been friendly." Or, at least, as far as he could remember. That time in his life was a little blurry in his memory. "Last I remember, she could get herself killed real nice."

"She's got some training, but she needs more. Most importantly, she needs training from someone that can show her how to incorporate her healing factor into her fighting. She hates me, but besides that, my way of fighting is speed and instant death. It suits my powers and suits my approach. Wit' Sarah, she's got good natural reflexes and comes wit' her weapons built in." Remy crossed his arms and smiled. "Who does dat remind you of?"

"Speed and instant death, eh? And yeah, I know what you're getting it.
Think the kid'll work with me? I train her, maybe she'll get good
enough to punch your ticket. That what you want?" he asked, eyes
narrowing.

"I killed vitually everyone dat she ever cared 'bout. If anyone has de right, it's her." Remy returned the level stare. He knew that working with Sarah was aiming a knife at his back, but he also hoped that she'd get past it before she got a chance to kill him. "So oui, you train her until she's good enough to take down me and whoever else she needs to. Dat way, maybe she stops de next Gambit before he can happen, neh?"

Logan studied Remy for a moment, inhaled to fix his scent, and then nodded. After all, it wasn't conceptually all that different than what he was doing with Kyle. Train him up right, teach him all the tricks, so that if he ever did really lose it, go down the Sabretooth road, there would be someone who had a shot in hell of punching his ticket before he fell completely.

"I'll do it." he said simply. "But not just her."

"You want to hang a shingle up for de others, I'll back you. I can't-- actually, I won't make anyone go, but more training and more teachers rarely is a bad idea." Remy shrugged. "I don't see any flaws. Give me a day and time, and I'll pass de word around dat you going to be available for some alternative combat classes."

"Fine. I'm doing this as Logan, a guy who knows a thing or two about fighting. Not as the Wolverine, and not as an X-Man." he clarified. "But I got one thing that I'm curious about. People keep telling me about how Gambit's death on two legs." he smirked. "I'm not sold on it. Seems Gambit specialized in ambush and assassination, not stand-up fights."

"Absolutely. Stand up fights for for idiots." Remy grinned back. "Wit' my powers, between de spatial awareness and de kinetic charges, I'm almost impossible to hit. But I was also trained to be a solo agent; no backup, always outnumbered, always relying on stealth. I can fight either at range or close up, silently, and as quickly lethal as possible. Not all of us have a healing factor dat can regrow organs, homme"

"I've worked solo, but most of the time I was part of a trio of field agents." he admitted. "Can't say much more than that, mostly because I just don't know, but I know that much." he said with frustration. "Had backup, but I can't remember who he was."

Then, mercurially, he grinned ferally at Remy. "So in other words you're one of those distance pussies." he joked.

"You got it." Remy said with a grin. "Because de first thing dat I learned is dat dead is dead, no matter how you make it happen. Remy leave de brawling for people like you and Cain. Personally, I'm happy enough dealing wit' Creed by hitting him wit' a truck and de blowing it up on him."

Remy scrubbed the towel over his hair and walked towards his door. "Give me five minutes to change, and we can wander down to Finnegans. Refight all dose battles over a few beers. see which ones we win dis time." He tossed the towel at Logan and went inside to get ready.

Comments

[x-storm.livejournal.com]

Men.

[x-marrow.livejournal.com]

"We ain't ever exactly been friendly." Or, at least, as far as he could remember. That time in his life was a little blurry in his memory.

Obviously. (http://community.livejournal.com/x_logs/286376.html?#cutid2) ;P

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Kyle says no, never, not ever under any circumstances will he train with Remy.