[RP]
Darting into a rather dank and dark alley late at night, Blade glanced around him before facing the backdoor of one of the buildings. The residents of this place had something that belonged to him, and he wanted it back. Asking for it politely was out of the question, which just left him to go about in other ways.
Cautiously, he placed a hand onto the doorknob, and as expected, it was locked. He took one quick glance around him before reaching into his pocket and taking out the tool he needed for this job; a lockpick. From there, he began to work on getting through the door in the darkness, staying alert in case anyone happened to wander by. It was his weapon that he was retrieving, so he was hoping that he wouldn't get caught up in a fight. True, he still had a dagger, as well as a few other things, but he'd still rather have his rather unique sword.
Not too long after he started on the door, he heard the faint familiar click that told him he was done. Satisfied, Blade put away the pick and checked his surroundings once more before slowly entering the building.
Inside wasn't much brighter than the outside, nor was it any darker, so he didn't have too hard of a time finding his way around. So he crept around, searching for what was his. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't anything else valuable in the building, so he didn't bother with anything else.
Time went by, and soon he finally found what he was looking for. His weapon had just been cast into some locked trunk as if it was useless junk. Sneering at that, he simply shook his head before he reached down to grab it. However, he soon heard a different
click that meant something much different.
"Don't touch it. Now turn around with your hands up. Even think of using fire, and you're dead."Cursing to himself, Blade slowly turned around to see a man pointing a gun at his chest. There were a few others around who were now making they're way to surround him. One apparently had been able to get behind him, for the next thing he knew was that he was on the ground, hands bound behind his back, and with a rather dull pain in the back of his head. Groaning somewhat, he heard the others around him debating what they should do with him.
"Let's just throw him into the lake and let him drown. We won't have to clean up afterwards then.""That's too much work. Let's just gut him here and get it over with.""Idiot! That'll end up being even more work for us!""I got a better idea. Why don't we jus' let th'guy go 'n pretend dis never happened?"The men turned to the side where the voice came from, and they soon saw a purplish light in someone's hand. They all brought out their weapons and pointed them at the intruder, but no one made a move just yet.
"Just who do you think you are?" asked the lead.
The stranger tossed out the source of the purple glow onto the floor at the man's feet, where it then suddenly exploded. The other two began to fire, but with the sudden light from the explosion, they were blinded somewhat in the darkness. Soon enough, they were taken down as well as the attacker just struck them both fairly hard by hand-to-hand means.
With a grin, he grabbed onto Blade and darted towards the window.
"Th'name's Gambit! Remember it!" he shouted before diving out.
Blade's head was still hurting quite a bit, and it was taking a little while for him to register everything. But he soon realized that he, as well as the one who had just saved him, were now plummeting towards the ground.
"What the?! Are you insane?!?"
"Some people may say dat, mon ami, but who cares what dey say."As they came rushing towards the ground, Blade noticed that they were slowing down somewhat. And he soon saw the reason why. This guy that had jumped out the window with him, had wings! Well soon enough, the two landed rather softly on the ground. Once his feet were on the pavement once more, he rubbed his head before staring at the winged man.
Before he could ask who he was, he recieved his answer.
"Remy LeBeau at your service. But you can jus' call me Gambit."
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