Allies (open)

[gambit]

Gambit didn't know whether to feel pleased with himself or not. Granted he may have a new recruit, however on the other hand an X-Man walked away from him freely, and without a fight.

He sighed and sat in the lounge on one of the large armchairs. He took out his deck of cards and began idly flicking them from one hand to the other. No-one else was here yet. He sighed again. This wasn't what the brotherhood was about, and he was getting impatient for some action.

[Willow "Mer" Jones]

Boredom was easily dealt with, Willow mused, you ignored it until something interesting happened. After that had happened you weren't bored anymore. Worked like a charm. One of the better places to ignore boredom was the lounge, the furniture wasn't entirely uncomfortable and it tended to be quiet.

With renewed vigor, and a tinge of happiness, Willow headed for the lounge. When she reached it her only focus was the couch, secretly she liked to think of it as her couch, and promptly fell onto it, not bothering to look around the room beforehand. Oblivious to her surroundings with her eyes closed, Willow stretched out on the couch, wiggling around until comfortable.

Another way to get rid of boredom, Willow thought pleasantly, is to nap.

[gambit]

Gambit wsa in a daze, but he did look round when someone else entered the room. She completely ignored him. He was fairly close to her. He slipped from the chair behind her, and slowly approached the sofa she was lying on. He was crouching, so that the movement wouldn't cause her to look up if she had her eyes open. He leant over the back of the sofa

'Boo.'

[Willow "Mer" Jones]

On the edges of unconsciousness, Willow had not expected any interruptions. The voice had come as a shock. With a small scream of surprise she fell of the couch with a thud. She lay on the ground for a moment, trying to grasp what had happened and wait for some of the pain to go away. Ow, she thought.

After a moment, Willow sat up, rubbing the back of her head tenderly. Her eyes fell onto the man, "I suppose I deserved that. Normally I'm much more observant." She wished she could say that she knew his name, but she hadn't a clue as to what it was. Willow had always had trouble remembering names.

[gambit]

He smirked, and laughed a little as she fell off. Ahh, the simple things...

'And dat's a good thin', 'specially if you're one of us... ' He was always told that you had to be observant. 'Spose it was good I wasn't a real threat,' he said with a grin. He wondered how fresher meat she was, and if he could still scare her a little.

[Willow "Mer" Jones]

"I suppose so." Willow said, annoyed with herself. Usually she would have noticed everything that was different about the lounge since the last time she had been in it, but this time she hadn't even looked around. It was embarrassing, not noticing a living breathing person. Shaking her head slightly, there was nothing she could do about it now except vow for it never to happen again.

Curiosity kicking in, "You must be some kind of threat though, to be in the Brotherhood. Care to share?" She said after sitting back on the couch, wondering what mutation he would have.

[gambit]

He laughed a little, 'But then you too are a threat, non?' he asked, he was always one for playing games.

'Moi? I suppose our X-friends consider me a threat...' Though he wasn't a threat to her. After all they were brothers. He picked a new chair to sit in. He took one of the cards he had been flicking randomly from the pack. Seven of hearts, he charged it and threw it, it landed behind the sofa and it caused a small explosion. The explosion wasn't large enough to have caused any damage, but it may have left a mark on the floor. He went back to flicking the remainder of the cards.

'Et tu, mon amie?'

[Willow "Mer" Jones]

Wondering what he was up to, shuffling cards, it all became clear after he had thrown one. The small explosion sent shivers of excitement up Willow's spine, she had always been a sucker for explosives. She leaned over the edge of the sofa to get a better look at where the card had landed. There was a small mark on the ground. Dragging her finger across it, a small amount of soot came up. That's fun, Willow thought, her mind filled with soot and the noise of bombs going off.

Sitting back up, she thought a moment before replying. "My ability is not as explosive, but you could say that I am a very strong swimmer." She paused to wiggle her webbed fingers at him and lift up one of her gills on her chest. "I do have a penchant for bombs though, I can make them in a pinch. I find explosives quite enchanting to be honest."

[gambit]

He smirked, if that impressed her... they could do so much more together. Though, it was his turn to feel unobservant when she pointed out her power. It wasn't a mistake he usually made.

'Ah, don' do yourself down, I'm sure you got your other ways to be.... explosive.' It could have sounded like a chat up line. Maybe it was. But he was sure it was a useful power, he just prefered staying on dry-land.

This could be interesting, never before had there been a brother that had been interested and good at his forte.

[Willow "Mer" Jones]

Any possible second meanings flew straight over Willow's head, but she smiled at the compliment all the same. It was nice to be considered an asset, sometimes she couldn't help but feel useless. Some Brotherhood members had such offensive and dangerous mutations, while Willow could breathe underwater. She liked to think she was dangerous in her own way, but everyone is entitled to a little self doubt every now and then.

"I don't think I caught your name, would you mind telling me for future reference?" She asked.

[gambit]

A smirk once again played across his lips. He hadn't said it, thus why she hadn't caught it. 'Gambit, but you can call me Remy.' Most of the women he met called him Remy. It just seemed that bit more personal.

'An' what future reference would tha' be?' he asked, a little amused. 'But, now you gotta tell me yours...' he added.

[Willow "Mer" Jones]

"In case I see you around, which I undoubtedly will, Remy." She said, testing it out. It seemed to fit him, not to mention that it rolled of the tongue. "My name is Mer, but you can call me Willow." She mimicked his words, smiling as she did so.

Another name down, Willow thought triumphantly. She would know all of the members names soon, and then she wouldn't feel like such a ditz. Not knowing people's names always bothered her, and unfortunately she tended to forget them. She would remember Remy though, how could she forget someone with such an amazing ability?

[gambit]

It was strange to hear his name in everyday conversation. 'So willow... you fairly new 'round here?' he figured she must be new-ish as he hadn't seen her much. His thoughts returned to the lack of activity the brotherhood'd had of late. He wondered if she knew anything.

[Willow "Mer" Jones]

"Not entirely new, I've been lazing around the lair for about a year. There was a meeting awhile back that went no where, and I can't say this year has been more exciting than the few before it." Willow's eyes glazed over for a moment, remembering her eco-terrorist days. "Now that was exciting." She murmured.

Dwelling on the past never did any good though, it had, well, past. Perking up slightly, Willow wondered if knew more than she did, perhaps he'd been around for more than a year.

[gambit]

He tutted. This wasn't what the brotherhood should be about. Not lazing around, reminising. He hated the stage they were at.

'Well, don' you think, it was time someone did somethi' about it?' He wanted to see just how determined this young lady was. He always thought it wasn't about the power you had, but how you used it.