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07/13/2023 11:26 PM

A Cajun And A Raccoon Walk Into A Bar (Pt2)

Gambit rolled eyes and followed Rocket deeper into the bar. Soon a tall, heavily tattooed man stepped forward to meet them.

"Mr. Tollette will see you," the bruiser replied. He turned to lead the pair further along the establishment until they reached a door. The man opened the door, revealing a plush looking office. Seated behind an elegant wooden desk sat a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. Once Rocket and Remy were inside, the bodyguard closed the door.

Claude Tollette glanced over at the pair, amusement shining in his quick grey eyes at the sight of Rocket but he said nothing. There was very little that went on in the Big Easy that Tollette didn't know about, or couldn't eventually discover. He was one of the few men that could boast as being untouchable. The Guilds, the police, and other criminal organizations all visited him whenever they needed to know something.

"What is it that I can do for you, Remy?" he asked, fixing his gaze on Gambit.

"Mah friend an' I are lookin' for someone," Gambit answered. "Have you heard o' anythin' strange goin' on?"

Tollette smirked. "This is N'awlins, my friend. I'd be more shocked if there wasn't somethin' strange goin' on here," the older man laughed.

"This is gonna be a friggin' waste of time." Rocket rolled his eyes but he made no move to head to the door.

The information broker took a dramatic pause, perusing his memory for any stories that could be of use to the pair. "There have been some reports of a lizard man spotted by an abandoned warehouse down by the river." Now Tollette's gaze fell on Rocket and he grinned. "Mighty smart of you to bring bait along with you, Remy."

"BAIT?! Who are you callin'-" Rocket took a step forward but Gambit quickly grabbed the prickly Guardian by the scruff of his neck and unceremoniously moved him back a step, setting him back on the ground. Rocket shot the Cajun a glare but soon nodded. It was clear that the tip they got from Tollette matched what Rocket knew about the target and they now had a general location to search.

"T'anks for de intel," Gambit said, moving over to the desk to shake Tollette's hand before he turned to leave, Rocket in tow. Once outside of the bar the Cajun turned to his partner. "You gonna tell me more 'bout who we're huntin'?"

"Fine. I'm lookin' for a Badoon terrorist by the name of D'grahl."

Gambit racked his memory, trying to remember if he had heard of the Badoon before from the Shi'ar but at the moment he couldn't remember a thing. If Rocket was able to confirm that his target was here after all from what they had learned from Tollette, Remy assumed the Badoon had to be a reptilian race.

"Well, let's get movin'. De soon we find dis lizard, de sooner you can get outta here. I don't really want a cut o' de bounty anymore, I jus' want your furry aggravatin' ass gone."

Rocket rolled his eyes and shook his head, muttering something smart under his breath.

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05/18/2023 10:50 PM

A Cajun And A Raccoon Walk Into A Bar (Pt1)

Remy LeBeau walked around the streets of New Orleans. And for once, he wasn't the subject of attention. Instead all eyes were on his dimunitive companion: a Guardian of the Galaxy by the name of Rocket Raccoon. Rocket for the most part ingored the looks...and at least people seemed to have lost interest in petting him to see if he was in fact real or someone in a suit.

Having spent some time with the X-Men in space, the Cajun had heard word of the Guardians of the Galaxy and it was a bit odd that one would come here to Earth. But as Rocket explained, he had come to "this dirtball of a planet" looking for a criminal. Even though he was a Guardian, the angry fuzzball still would bring in bounties from time to time. Gambit could relate to wanting a break from your team; he would on occassion pull off a heist.

Rocket had mentioned he had tracked the bounty to New Orleans, but had lost track of him here. It was by mere chance that the two had even met. And now Gambit was leading Rocket in search of leads. They were now entering a rough part of a town and were approaching a bar. Gambit knew the owner and that they would probably having information. There wasn't a thing that took place in the city that his contact didn't know about.

The unlikely pair came to a stop at the entrance of the bar. Several tough, dangerous looking individuals were watching them.

"Okay, dis is de place," Gambit said.

"You sure your contact is gonna know anythin'?" Rocket asked, still sounding as skeptical as the other three times he asked Remy that same question.

"Positive. Wait here."

"What?! Why?"

Gambit turned to the raccoon. "Because you're not exactly de easiest individual t' get along wit'," he drawled. Before Rocket could protest he moved to enter the bar. He then poked his head out. "Don't turn mah friend into a hat while I'm gone," he warned the thugs outside.

As he walked further in the bar, he soon became aware of all the turning heads. With a sigh, Gambit turned around to face Rocket. "I t'ought I told you t' wait outside," he said.

"Oh? Is that what you said? Sorry, I've just been pretendin' like I understood your dumb-ass accent this entire time." Rocket brushed past Gambit. "Let's talk to your contact and get the hella outta here."

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