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Post by Rebecca Lebeau on Jul 3, 2017 22:35:07 GMT
If there was one place that she liked it was Down Town New Orleans. Rebecca along with her family members had considered this place home from her infant years. Although her family hadn't exactly been the best in terms of things and Rebecca knew it would likely not change as she sighed. She was walking down the street with her bow staff on her back in case she needed it. She knew the Fourth of July was coming up, so everything was dressed in red, white and blue. They could certainly be festive around here and Rebecca approved of it. Sure it wasn't like New York but it had its own appeal and charm.
"Heay that guy's got my purse!" A voice called out behind them as a woman had been caught off guard. One shady looking guy ran past her as he nearly ran into her. Rebecca narrowed her eyes before chasing after the man as fast as she could. At one point she opted towards flying that she had joined after her mother. She had been told by Remy before that she often looked like Rogue and that made her heart sink even more. She wished she had met her mother but it was clear that wasn't going to happen this time around.
"Why don't you stop while you still can?" Rebecca asked as she found the guy cornered up against a dead end alley way as the guy looked stunned. He was trying to figure out a way to try and get past her but this wasn't going to be easy.
"I'll take that!" She said as she tossed her bow towards the man as it quickly took the purse and struck it at a nearby wall and he couldn't reach it. While he had been distracted she threw in a powerful punch with her strength that left him dazedand confused. However she knew that he may recover quickly so she grabbed the purse and her bow in case he decided to come back for more.
"You sure are tough kid, I guess they don't call you Gambit's kid for nothing." He said as he quickly bolted not even giving Rebecca another chance. Now all that was left was returning the purse to the woman before she got away or disappeared. In Rebecca's opinion, it was far to girly and pink in her opinion.
Getting caught up in the affairs of the Midgardians was usually something Valrulfur avoided, or tried to anyway. With really being considered part of their supernatural legends, much less also being from a completely different realm, it might come as a shock to some mortals if he revealed himself in what had become his true state. Being a werewolf felt more like himself than his humanoid state should have, maybe because he felt more like a beast than anything these days and had begun to feel out of place when he was not in his werewolf state for long periods of time. It just felt odd being human in a sense, to be what most would consider normal.
Being in such a state though, Val was drawn right to New Orleans, sensing quite a collection of souls within the city alone that surprised him. This place seemed to celebrate the dead from the kind of shops he was seeing, much less the energy he was picking up as he moved along some of the roofs, occasionally pausing to look at a street corner or down various places. Some seemed shady and others full of people, sometimes they were simple people living simple lives and others seemed to be in a drunken stupor or simply enjoying old times and other matters going on. Such as the commotion of this holiday that seemed to be going on, with the city decorated in red, white, and blue, a rather annoying view for his eyes.
"Midgardians never cease to be strange." The Asgardian werewolf remarked to himself, giving a final glance over the crowds below and began to finally turn away...until he heard the woman scream. He quickly turned back to see what was going on, catching a glimpse of the perpetrator as they took off down the street but it seemed someone else also got caught up in the crime. A seemingly teenage girl gave chase after the man, causing Val's ears to perk forward in wonder but at the same time deciding to act on his slight curiosity.
Taking off across the roof tops, he tried to follow were Rebecca had gone along with the criminal but they soon disappeared from his sight as he was moving to the next roof. He skidded to a halt for a moment, turning his head slightly to listen before hearing someone close by in the nearby alley and taking a wild guess these were the same people he had followed a few minutes before. Couldn't hurt to take a wild guess on this one surely?
Moving to the edge of the roof, Val crouched for a moment before leaping off the corner and coming to land in front of the alley just as the purse snatcher bolted past Rebecca. The man instead collided with Val, making the Asgardian growl slightly but still holding his ground, "Maybe you should consider watching where you're going mortal, rather than concerning yourself in stealing a woman's purse." Valrulfur growled, picking the man up by the collar of his shirt and holding him eye level, gaze narrowed coldly towards the man.
That was the noise that came when two bodies collided. Unfortunately for the theif, who had been in the wrong spot at the wrong time. He looked a bit dazed from the hit, maybe even the wind knocked out of him from the looks of things. He took a few minutes to recover again as the heavy blow and Rebecca didn't even flinch. She had seen bar fights where her father had worked and those were brutal. Often men were killed if they stepped on the wrong toes there, and this may be the same thing here. "Hm?" She asked hearing Valrufur say a word she hadn't heard before. However she knew this guy was just responsible for the purse snatching earlier.
"Why don't we let the police force take care of the guy anyways? Or if he wants he could just have his fate determined by my father." She said putting her hands on her hips. The guy gulped after he realized who he had been dealing with.
"Your father's Gambit, right? He's one of the thieves guild leaders around here." He said not liking the idea for that. Having to deal with one of the Lebeaus was bad enough but being cornered by a werewolf may be twice as bad.
"Or maybe our friend here might have another idea?" Rebecca said. Although the X-Men had taught her well about not fighting or arguing. Down here New Orleans was different. There were things you simply couldn't do or got punished. As they always said Crime always paid and that was the same to be said here. This guy would pay and it might be high. However as the three spoke on what to do next with the poor guy's fate. The police sirens could be heard, but they were quite far away still. Rebecca knew it was only a matter of time before they got there, perhaps it was time for them to scram before the police arrived. Best to stay out of sight and out of mind.
One ear twitched in the direction of the sirens, but Val's gaze never left the purse snatcher for a moment. He was considering what to do with the man as Rebecca suggested but only could give her a puzzled look when her father was mentioned. Who would name themselves after a ploy to making something work? Rather odd name, once again making Val wonder about mortals once more. They were certainly strange, unusual beings in their own right, strange customs, strange accents, strange names, the list went on and he didn't quite know how to approach the subject of why Midgardians were like this.
For now, he focused back on the thief and simply walked from the alley, startling several people who were coming by. "We will leave him to your guards rather than sticking around. We will already draw too much attention to ourselves." Val said, already stating an obvious issue as it was. He was a black furred, humanoid werewolf walking among average sized humans, he was already glaringly obvious among the crowd already. So, to make up for time Val jumped up to grab a metal railing, making sure he had a good hold while his claws dug into polished wood of support beams on the building before he lifted the man to hang his shirt on a pointed part of the railing before dropping down.
Dusting off his hands, the Asgardian turned his attention back to Becca, "We should make like the winds of Njord and move swiftly from here before we are caught in this crossfire young maiden. I feel my handling of your mortal criminal will not be well received." With that said, Valrulfur used his leg muscles to make a strong leap, grabbing the same railing to climb up before pushing off it to land on the roof, disappearing from sight. All the while he heard clicks and saw flashes behind him as people saw the chance to take pictures and photos, obviously never seeing such a supernatural creature up close.
Yet, he did not go far as he paused a few more roofs away, glancing back to see if the same young woman was likewise coming along.
Post by Rebecca Lebeau on Jul 10, 2017 0:20:06 GMT
If there was one thing that Rebecca noticed was that her new found 'ally' talked a bit funny. It reminded her of Thor almost, she had heard of him but never met him in person. However she remembered him speaking a bit differently and she recalled that he was not of this world. That was odd hearing that there were more than one worlds out there. Perhaps another form of super heroes and different races that had gone through time. Well, suppose anything was possible at first. However, she had to agree with Valrufur on this one, sticking around was not on her watch nor did she want to be caught by the police, otherwise Gambit may not even allow her back into the group so easily.
"I'm glad you agree to it." She said as she took a powerful leap but it was also assisted with her self propelled flight that she had with her. She had no wings but she could fly a decent amount of distance before getting tired and she didn't mind that all that much. She jumped on top of the fire scapes as they were all around New Orleans for others to get out of the building in time. It wasn't long before she reached the top and saw Valrufur not far from where she was.
"Winds of Njord? I've got this urging feeling that you are not from around here." Rebecca said. "But you are certainly able to handle yourself." She added as she slipped her rod back on her back where would stay. She didn't see a reason to use it right now. Valrufur seemed to be on her side...at least that was what she hoped. "My name is Rebecca Lebeau my father's well known in New Orleans for running the Thieves guild every thief wannabe wants to be there, to have a good time. Or just to go down the sewers, and end up like a fool." Rebecca said knowing she was not proud of some of the things that they did but it was home. Not to mention Gambit had treated his kids rather protectively ever since Rogue died, and she was never able to meet her mother.
Valrulfur waited patiently, hearing the sirens practically close now and could hear some screeches of what the humans called tires. He took a moment to peer over the side, noticing the crowds had dispersed to allow the New Orleans officers to get through and apprehend the man, although they would first have to work to get the man down first. An image of the man falling on his behind was more than an amusing thought for the Asgardian werewolf, his tail giving a slight wag at the idea of sitting there to watch the whole thing unfold. But, he was soon reminded of why he had really paused to wait when he heard the young woman speak.
"Course I'm not from around here, I am of Asgard." Valrulfur said as if this should be obvious he wasn't from around there. As if having a different accent wasn't something to be noticed, much less his less-than-obvious armor set up that was nothing like seen on Earth. "Then again, suppose a Midgardian would not entirely distinguish someone like myself from your earthly legends of the werewolf creatures of legend." Valrulfur sniffed at such an insulting thought, of being compared to a lowly animal that was easily slain by something such as silver or a small holy trinket.
Shaking his head he finally turned fully to face the likes of Rebecca, "My name is Valrulfur Garmspwn, I am an agent currently in the service of Mistress Hela." He gave a slight bow of his head but visibly grimaced at say the last bit of words. Saying out loud always made it sound worse than he wanted to admit, knowing he wasn't entirely enthused at such a position. But they had made a pact and that still small shred of humanity left in him continued to press for him to uphold his oath. He had always broken one, he would not break a second. Valrulfur would never insult the Mistress of Death in the lands of Asgard or fear rebuke for such an act.
"If your father runs this...Thieves Guild, is he a dishonorable man such as that one? Only a little more aware of his limits and not being such a foolish being of course. I would not see why one would take such pride in stealing from the innocent." Alright, he was no saint. He had had his fair share of killing innocent souls but usually it was for a good reason and he really didn't have a choice in the matter.
Post by Rebecca Lebeau on Jul 15, 2017 15:39:29 GMT
"My father has changed a lot from his younger years, I suppose a lot of it has been from when my mother died when we were still young and he's been apart of the X-Men. He would never do something as foolish to try and steal someone's purse like that." Rebecca explained, the death of her mother had been a big impact on the family. She still cared about Oliver and her father and would likely not leave them any time soon. The X-Men also probably helped Gambit a bit since he had been shown a bit of a light and a future that wasn't so dark. Suppose that was a similar story to them all when they joined the X-Men. "Although there are some who wouldn't even think twice about it, they'd steal for profit and not think of the later out comes that may happen. Such as the police coming and sending them to jail." Rebecca said knowing the outcome for this poor fellow would've ended bad at any point, the police may have caught him if they had been there at the right time and place.
"But it is nice to meet you Valrufur, I have heard of the many expeditions that Thor has been on with the Avengers but I suppose I've never met anyone else that is from his realm." Rebecca said as she crossed her arms looking down at the police one last time. They arrived finally and were putting the man in handcuffs, it wouldn't be long now before they dragged him away and put him in the car. He was wailing and crying how he didn't do it, but the two from above both knew that was all a lie.
"I'm sure you've noticed by now, Valrufur that things are a bit different here. Even though New Orleans may look glamorous on the outside, there are many groups of bad guys in all shades. He was probably at the low end of the totem pull in what I consider bad." Rebecca explained. "there are much worse." She added. Which was why Gambit made every attempt to make sure that his children were ready for a fight, and it sure came in handy. Especially when she had to defend themselves. Although Rebecca did think of it, if she put her hand on the fellow that they caught, it would've knocked him out. However, she didn't exactly what the guy's memories and it seemed rather pointless to do so then. "I could've knocked the guy out with my hand, I have the ability to...gain powers by others from a single touch, it is a power I inherited from my mom. And from what I heard, she considered it a curse since she could harm those she loved."
"The X-men, the Avengers, names not unknown to Asgard. If your father is of one of these teams let us hope he is not all bad and what you say is not just honeyed words." Valrulfur retorted, his tone flat and rather gruff. He didn't want to assume the worst when it came to someone like Rebecca and her father, or that they were running something called the Thieves Guild whose name didn't exactly speak "noble" to the werewolf. He had come across thieves who had meant well and for what felt like an Asgardian lifetime ago he would have more than willing to see between the silver lining but these days he was not so easily on the positive side. "But a thief is still a thief, Rebecca." He spoke a bit coldly.
"No, I haven't noticed at all." Val's reply came out in a smart mouthed, dry remark. "I'm well aware things are different here, Thor has more than spoken of these things over the years and some of those who have visited have spoken the same." He looked back at the streets once more, seeing the Midgardians returning to their business. "Your kind seem such fragile creatures, it amazes me we spend any time concerning ourselves to risk our lives to protect you. Its just as amazing Asgardians were once worshiped like so many others." He gave another shake of his head, once more feeling perplexed by such actions of human beings who seemed fickle, weak creatures yet they tended to offer some challenges.
Though his ears perked forward for a moment as she spoke of having abilities of her own, one that seemed especially interesting but certainly something to be weary of. Taking another's power or powers could prove an asset yet at what cost came with being able to do such a thing? Was it just their powers or more? Valrulfur regarded her a little more, seeming to be thinking of what devastating strengths and weaknesses that could result in. From the way she spoke it didn't seem something she was particularly quick to resort to.
"Sometimes things are out of your control." 'You'd be surprised how much it can get out of control kid.' Valrulfur thought that last part to himself and left it at that. "You definitely wouldn't want to go absorbing any of my powers." He added a bit more casually, turning to begin heading in the direction of one of the cemeteries.
Post by Rebecca Lebeau on Jul 18, 2017 21:20:44 GMT
"A lot of the teams like the Avengers and X-men have had bad pasts and my father and mother where no different. Although my father is a theif I do believe he couldn't help him himself- he was born into that life style." Rebecca said "I do feel like I am making an excuse for him but the past is the past and he is a different man from his thieving days. I hope my mom's influence on him helped him change. He would not go so far to steal some one's purse." Rebecca said as she realized she might have been rambling and rantimg right there. "I do apologize for that Valrufur I probably wasn't necessary. Things are complicated."
Rebecca did stop to listen to Valrufur's tale as he spoke and she nodded. "Yea you hear humans dying everyday here on earth and it is unfortunate." She added. "But I think we are also evolving with our powers as well. I know there is a mutant on our team who is living well into his 200, and looks relatively healthy." Rebecca explained. She shook her head when Valrufur mentioned not touching him. It did not sound like a good idea.
"I think it would be a bad idea getting werewolf powers. No offense to you Valrufur." Rebecca added. She looked down noticing one of the buildings below them as they walked and saw where her father's building was. "I see the Thieves Guild. You could stop by and get a drink, if you want Valrufur. I was hoping to stop and see how things are doing down there." Renecca offered as she begab to climb down the fire escape like she had been doing it her whole life. Although she wasn't sure if Valrufur was coming. If he wanted to see what humans were like you saw all kinds of shades at the guild.
"Everyone has their own story and their secrets." Valrulfur commented under his breathe, not sure if Rebeca really heard him or not and quite frankly didn't care. So her dad and the X-men had their fair share of darkness and pain, a lot of people share such sentiment and it was of no concern to the Asgardian. He already was having to deal with his own personal darkness, adding the concerns and messed up lives of others wasn't exactly on his agenda for that day. Yet, he merely let the young mutant ramble on, merely shrugging his shoulders to show he really didn't care that she had.
But he gave a pause when she mentioned seeing the Thieves Guild, glancing in the direction she had mentioned and almost wanted to scoff at thinking of coming along. But, did he really have a choice in the matter? He had picked this place of all to try his luck with things but maybe they could give more on the local cemeteries and what things were like here. Sighing, Valrulfur reluctantly decided to follow and jumped from the roof to land on the ground below, cracking the asphalt and startling some passerbys who scurried away, hearing their pulse racing from the sudden appearance of a werewolf before them. It was one of the few things he actually found amusing in this trip so far but held back the smile threatening to break across his face.
"It's not the werewolf abilities I'm worried about." Valrulfur answered towards her as he began to follow Rebecca towards the building but the closer they got the more he was aware of how isolated the place seemed. It was closer to what they called the Bayou and the smell of nature was incredibly strong, mixing in with the smell of recent Midgardian activity, indicating she was right about there being others there. He was also becoming aware of the fact that the entrance wouldn't fit his size without him ducking and the place was...old looking, decrepit even if he had ever seen it.
"Hmmm, going in may require me to revert to my more human looking state. I would not want to cause unnecessary damage." He observed, pausing when they reached the outside of the thieves' headquarters and staring up at the building.
Post by Rebecca Lebeau on Jul 25, 2017 13:33:11 GMT
Rebecca nodded as she listened to Valrufur, she did feel bad that she had been a bit stubborn but she was doing her best to defend her father. They had been through so much together as a family and Rebecca often felt like she was the glue between her and her father which made things even harder than they appeared. Rebecca wasn't sure if he wanted to come, there would be forms of entertainment there, and of course gambling since that was what they did. They drank and entertained themselves, trapped in a never ending game that seemed like it went from sun up and sun down...weren't those things that Valrufur might've been familiar with on his realm?
Rebecca looked up at Valrufur, she was abotu to ask what she meant by the werewolf abilities, but before she could ask he quickly changed his form into a rather handsome young man. "That form of yours may come in handy here." She said with a soft nod as she began to climb down the fire escape and it wasn't long before they reached the building. Rebecca came over towards the door as she knocked on it knowing it was only the reasonable thing to do. "What's the password?" A voice asked on the other side as she rolled her green eyes. "Really? It's me, Rebecca Lebeau I don't have to be treated like this...But I brought a friend who might liven up this place." She said pointing back towards Valrufur behind him.
"Hm for you, my princess I'll let you in but for your friend he needs to answer the password." He said as Rebecca sighed and took off her gloved hand as she had something else in mind.
"Do you want me to punch you like last time? I don't have any patience right now for silly games. Let me in, with my friend." she demanded.
"I'll let you in if you buy me a bottle, that'll do." He said as the older looking drunk fellow who was guarding the door finally let the two in and Rebecca sighed. "I do apologize for that Valrufur, I was going to knock him out but I'd rather not have his memories...if he has any at all." She explained as she walked in and waved a hand for him to come in next after her. "By the way if you do want to come back, the password is Mardi Gras. It's kind of annoying having to do that."
Valrulfur stopped at the door beside Rebecca, regarding the place with some weariness since it wasn’t exactly a welcoming place. As he thought, it was old and long out of date, maybe having some upgrades here and there but it didn’t stop it from being a piece of junk that probably should have been condemned by now. But obviously thanks to the Thieves Guild it remained where it stood and no doubt they went unbothered by law enforcement or other concerned citizens. Maybe if he had been Forseti he would have been more than willing to point out the concern of such a living space but for not kept his mouth shut on the matter.
Instead, he turned his attention back towards the door, raising an eye brow slightly when the man seemed rather adamant for a password. Even in this state, he could smell the alcohol coming off the man’s breathe more strongly than he wanted, making the young Asgaridan’s lip curl in disgust. He had given up such pleasures years ago and now he wondered if he’d have to endure the rank of alcohol and stink yet again. And a part of Valrulfur wanted to intervene and force the door open rather than wait for this man to waste their time, but at last he seemed to give in when Rebecca made her threat and a deal struck of a bottle being bought. ‘Little young to be buying a bottle.’ The Asgardian thought but followed her in without speaking up about it.
He gave the man a final glance, eyes glowing green for a moment and shaking his head, “I wouldn’t concern yourself, he’ll be dead within a week from a bar fight down the road. I’d recommend someone with a bit more sense put at this post.” Valrulfur informed her, his tone almost casual as his eyes returned to normal, stepping inside and seeing the interior seemed a bit more homey almost. Perhaps looks were deceiving in this case, but that didn’t stop him from still being edgy and giving the place a quick once over, looking for possible escapes if things went south but seeming as this place was wood his form would break a fair bit of it without much issue, in this state or his werewolf one.
“How can you live in a place like this?” Valrulfur finally asked, looking back at Rebecca once he had had his fill of taking in his environment.
Post by Rebecca Lebeau on Jul 31, 2017 1:40:26 GMT
"Yeah I know my dad has been complaining about him, he doesn't like him either, if he is gone soon we'll gladly replace him without hesitation." Rebecca said knowing they had their own handful of strange people down here. Not to mention alcohol did things to the minds of who drank it. Having seen her own fair share of problems with the people her father associated himself with, she drank but only when she wasn't going to drive or she knew there was going to be a bed for her, which there was in this case. her father had a home not far from here and she could crash there for the night so she'd be safe.
"Trust me I'd perferr my life back with the X-Men. I have seen so many odd things here and the chaos is a bit extreme here and I need a place to escape it." Rebecca said with a sigh knowing it was not exactly the best place to raise it. "Which was where I was earlier when I first met. I think my father wasn't expecting me back until later." Rebecca said with a soft nod. She glanced around the room in hopes to find him but he wasn't there from the looks of things. He might've gone home to their house, which would've made sense. Oliver would probably be there, too if he was talking to his father once again. Their family was always a rocky one, but Rebecca wondered if Valrufur had any family at all? Maybe he didn't, it looked like he was a loner, and sometimes people had that kind of life with choice or no choice at all.
She soon found a table that was empty and quickly pushed some of the old drinks aside onto a nearby table so there would at least be room for her and Valrufur. "Val would you like to sit down?" She asked. "I believe it's so crazy in here because it's the weekend and people are off work or some of them don't work at all in this case." Rebecca explained since there appeared to be a large sum of people who looked like they had seen better days. Maybe they drowned themselves in alcohol which wasn't exactly the best way to do it.
Valrulfur followed the young woman to the table, pausing to let her clear it but picked up one of the half drank bottles. He gave it a sniff but immediately regretted it, get a sharp smell of what the mortals considered a good alcoholic beverage and putting it back down with a face of disgust. 'That's suppose to be good? Not even the drunkest Asgardian would try that.' He thought to himself, nodding at her question as he pulled up a seat and sat across from the young mutant girl.
"Then I fail to see the reason you bother staying if its so troublesome. Regardless if your father is the the King of Thieves as it were, it hardly seems fair to keep you roped into here." He pointed out, not quite understanding this girl and her reasoning for being here. Sure, he had parents back in Asgard and friends, but he had given it all up because of Hela. Perhaps they would have understood his predicament but at the same time he could never fulfill his proper duties as he had once dreamed of, so the better option had been to cut those ties the best he could. "Never hurts to cut the ties you need to rather than continue holding obligations you feel you need to follow." Valrulfur pointed out, speaking from experience at this rate.
Though one thing that did surprise him was that Rebecca didn't seem to question how he knew the man's end was so near. Sure, he could see of holding no respect for the man due to his behavior but that seemed a little cold, much less he figured she would be surprised he knew. But perhaps this was one of those times something out of the ordinary rarely shook them. "Just let me look at some of your men and I can guarantee you half of them I could predict will die a similar death to the man protecting the door." Valrulfur told her, already aware that some might be on that verge with how they were living life but he wasn't too particularly interested in them for the moment.
"But I'll cut to the chase Rebecca, I'm not here to socialize among Midgardians. Before I bumped into you and that scumbag in the alley, I was looking for the cemeteries here in this city, there is a rather powerful presence here when it comes to souls and they're my priority." He spoke with a serious and straight-to-the-point tone. It was obvious he was not all too interested in the lives of the Thieves Guild and was rather looking for his next assignment.
Post by Rebecca Lebeau on Aug 5, 2017 18:05:16 GMT
"I come and go as I please, most of the time I'm at the school so it keeps me out of here before things get too crazy." Rebecca explained. "I was hear on holiday for the most part." She explained and seemed a bit surprised that Valrufur explained that half of these men would be dead though as she thought about it, Alcohol was probably one of the biggest killers out there. She felt no remorse for any of these fellows, they drowned themselves in it, and they'd get themselves out of it if they knew what was good for them.
This did surprise Rebecca, she thought Valrufur wanted to come here, or at least he seemed interested in coming perhaps not after what he had said. And he was interested in graveyards too? That was something that Rebecca didn't know too much, New Orleans was famous for their above ground graves, and one of which was where her mother had been buried. She hadn't visited her mother's grave that much and she felt like it was overdue, she could at least head over to that one with him. "Graveyards? I don't have much knowledge in that area but I can lead you to the one that's close by." Rebecca explained.
"The last time I was there it was when my mother died, she's buried in that cemetery. Her name's Rogue, another former X-Man. Some say I look just like her." Rebecca pointed out although she didn't sound very fond of it either that they were going. Most people here tend to stay away from the cemeteries, but there sure was a point in time where some of the families come out to celebreate day of the dead.
"You'd like at least one of the holidays here, they celebrate a day for the dead every year, it's coming up in a couple of months in October if you're interested in coming back." Rebecca pointed out as she got up out of her seat. It'd be faster if she flew him there, unless he wanted to walk around on the streets. The problem was there may be a chance that they attract unwanted attention. Especially when everyone knows that you're Gambit's daughter. And this guy, Rebecca wasn't so sure about Valrufur, he seems nice and all but she noticed a temper deep inside him. "Come if you want." She said waving a hand over to Valrufur to show that she meant him to follow. She soon headed towards the door where the drunk guy from earlier was no where in sight, she did spot him collapsed and probably asleep from drinking by the wall not far from them. And she couldn't help but roll her eyes. So much for a guard.
