Setting
You have entered one of the many floors of Gambit's Hotel, the area above Gambit's Bar that houses hundreds of private residences.
Gambit's Hotel, 4th Floor
You have entered one of the many floors of Gambit's Hotel, the area above Gambit's Bar that houses hundreds of private residences.
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Gambit's Hotel, 4th Floor is a part of 
The Gambit Building.
40 Characters Here
Kiko [81] The once quiet, nervous girl had be altered by a run in with the God of Hate. Been taken under His wing she has cast aside her former self to become a human weapon... But can she truely abandon her past?
Khorne [76] The Chaos god of anger, violence, and hate. Every act of violence gives Khorne power, whether committed by his followers or by enemies.
Isolde Dunlap [28] An emotionally destructive force who draws on past tragedies to fuel her.
Sonya Feral [26] What can you teach me?
Amelia Duvloc [19] A young, frightened girl suffering the effects of bi-polar and lycanthropy.
Erik Linhart [18]
Darryl Nethery [18] "When everything has turned to black you don't know where to go you need something to justify your soul"
Eamonn [13] A curious energy seems to emanate from this poor, mute child.
Knox Phillips [11] Demon-hunter, Beginner and generally pretty Lame
(Assistant) Dog Jackson [8] An evil assistant.
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"Aaah! I was about to go all sisterly on you... whatever that means! I'm not really even sure. But, I guess if you'd keep an ear out for her, I'd appreciate it. I don't need to worry about her generally because she's a fighter, but if she's drunk and with a guy, then bad things might be happening. It's not exactly safe around here, right?"
"Why would keeping the Gambit's line going be a bad thing?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, even assassins have to have family." That fell under 'don't take anything I say seriously' for reasons he didn't have time to explain.
"Safety is a joke. I can't tell you enough how much no where is safe, but I don't think you'd believe me."
"Safety is a joke. I can't tell you enough how much no where is safe, but I don't think you'd believe me."
"I'm really starting to believe you after all the craziness I've seen just tonight. It's also brought up a lot of my memories that I apparently suppressed and woah was my childhood crazy and dangerous. I'm sure my father has our grooms picked out for us already. That just seems like something he'd want control over, heh."
"It can be quickly fixed," Norrington coughed into his hand. "The grooms, I mean. Not the father. That would be counter-intuitive to my employment. Look, I just want to make it clear, assassination is about surprise. Surviving an assassin is about being more surprising. These toys I've given you? They're probably good for one use. Two if the assassins are stupid."
"I understand fully. I don't plan on going anywhere alone and when I go down to the bar, I'll sit with my back against the wall. I'm not going to let an assassin take me out when I have a lot to live for. Plus, my sister and dad would be super sad and I don't want to make anyone sad, not for anything in the world. I can be pretty surprising when I'm on my game."
"Do you want like... Combat training? I mean, a gun is half the way there, so kudos on being smarter than eighty percent of the chumps out there."
"I have three short swords too, and I definitely know how to use them. But, I guess combat training might be helpful. I uhh... I also have a few other unnatural powers, one of which being the same powers my father and sister have, but to a much lesser degree, but I don't like using it. I really don't like using the other one either, but, I will if needed."
"Aw, for real? Powers are badass. I wouldn't be half the extremely obviously loud ninja I am if I didn't have superpowers." He folded his arms in front of his chest and sat on the edge of her bed. "But hey, to each their own. We can spend some time at the shooting range."
"I'd like that. I'm a good shot, but not when there's a lot of distance involved. I've seen my powers hurt other people when the user has lost control and I don't want that to happen to me. I've never really had a reason to use the powers because where I'm at isn't really dangerous enough to warrant their use. The swords and gun? Sure, they're usually useful, but I've only used my gun three times and my swords twice."
"That's cute," he said, "Now I really want to pat you on the head. You won't be able to control those powers for ages. I mean, do try to control them. That's what you're meant to do. But don't be too upset if you fail. That's... Life."
He sighed. "I'ma get going. But I'll be around kid."
He sighed. "I'ma get going. But I'll be around kid."
"Aye, that I know. I just hope when I lose control no one ends up dying. That's like, my worst nightmare and I'd never forgive myself if that happened. Unless it was some jerk trying to hurt me or my family." Nodding as he said he'd be around, she slid up to her feet to walk him to her door so she could lock it immediately behind him.
"I will be seeing you around then."
"I will be seeing you around then."
When she approached he suddenly moved away to keep three feet between the two of them. Then blinked. "Um, sorry. Instinct. habit." He shuffled back towards the door.
"They're good instincts." Reaching around him to open up the door, she made sure to keep her distance, glancing out into the hallway briefly before stepping back out of the way.
Norrington stepped out into the hallway and waited for the door to close to think, "What the fuck was that?"
Gabrielle LeBeau closed the door behind him, locking it up nice and tight before retreating back to her bed. She decided to sleep in the corset to make sure she was protected and curled up beneath the cover, softly crying once again. She really hoped her sister came around sooner than later because she needed her big sister. At least Norrington was around and that made her feel a smidge better.