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 Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 7:10 pm
 Devereaux doubled over behind a dumpster as he tried to catch his breath. His clothes were torn in places, his hair sticking up in all directions, and he had blood running from his temple where a wayward spell caught him off the side of the face. He clutched at the stitch in his side and pressed himself against the metal of the dumpster at the sound of thundering feet. "Where did he go?" A man yelled. Devereaux used his mirror to catch a big of sight from around the dumpster to see four big male white witches looking or him. "s**t...s**t....s**t." He panted
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:50 pm
 James Howlett James was leaning against the wall. Eyes closed and arms crossed across his chest. He sniffed as he caught the scent of blood. He opened his eyes and lifted his gaze slowly. Hair falling back out of his face. He was annoyed. He had been resting here. Unhindered by others until now. He stood up and cracked his bones. The three foot long claws left his form. He walked towards them and spoke gruffily. "You picked the wrong alley and wrong place to start s**t. You want a fight...I'll give you one. You disturbed my rest."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:58 pm
Devereaux pressed himself tighter against the dumpster as he looked in his mirror to see a kid walking up to the white witches. He stiffled a gasp as he saw the claws come out of his body. "Mon due." He whispered. The witches turned. "Our fight is not with you. Tell us have you seen a boy come running through here? We are to take him into custody."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 2:49 pm
James Howlett James looked at the group. "It is now. This is where i was resting until you chased injured people this way. Pick on someone your own size dirt bags." He said in a bit of a growl. His fangs more pronounced as lightning sparked off him for a moment. He headed towards them. "Dunno. Dun care. You know what the law of the wild is boys?" He asked in a scorning tone. Heading towards them. "It means...whatever enters my turf is mine. Therefore...whatever you are chasing could be here but you no longer get free claim. Now you have to fight with the guy whose turf you trespassed on. Might tell you...if you can beat me." He said bluntly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 2:57 pm
One of the bigger guys stepped forward and another took his arm pulling him back. "C'mon, this isnt the kid we're looking for, he probably went another way." The white witches turned and left quickly. Devereaux poked his head out from behind the dumpster. "Dey gone?" He asked, wiping the blood off his lip.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 3:13 pm
James Howlett James watched them run away. Growling then scoffed. "Well that was pretty damn pathetic. Didn't expect them to run tails between legs that easy." He said in a huff. "Whatever...need a six pack and a bed..." He turned around and walked towards the guy. Claws retracting leaving just the holes they came out of before they too healed over and were gone. "Yep. Who the hell are you? Why are you here. Oh and you now owe me one. I saved your life." He said gruffily. Walking past the guy and further into the alley.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 3:17 pm
Devereaux stood stunned for a moment. "Damn ya could give da Wolverine a run for his money, attatude an all." He huffed, his cajun drawl thick as honey. "And Dis Gautier always makes good on his repayments."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 3:38 pm
James Howlett James kept walking a bit. Still not stopping until he spoke. Snickering a bit and looked over his shoulder .A slight smirk on his face as his hands rested in a nonchalant almost bad a** way on the back of his head. "Oh yeah? That is good to know. Seeing Wolverine is mine and my twins old man. By blood. Guess that makes us his feral pups or something." He turned and his arms moved out to the side and did the oh well what can you do hand and arm motions. "Always get told take after my dad more than my mom anyhow." He said in a gruff tone. Stopping and looked at Devereaux. "What the hell kind of hole did you crawl out from under the rock of kid?" He asked in a way that asked if this guy was feeling alright. "Uh huh...well...I am not staying here. You can stay here or I guess lost puppy tag along. Either way...you stay those dipshits be back. And I'm not coming back to save you if you stay." With that he walked off again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 4:20 pm
Devereaux chased after him. "Hey wait up!." He called after him and grabbed his arm turning him around. "My pa used ta talk bout your pa all de time. Used to call 'im 'his Wolvie'." He said with a laugh. "My pa is De Rajun Cajun, "Remy LeBeau aka Gambit." He said. "My names Dervereaux."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 5:10 pm
James Howlett James hadn't intended to wait up or wait or for the guy to actually follow. He tensed and in slow motion turned to Devereaux with a single eye twitch to show his annoyance. Okay...what the hell was wrong with this guy? Personal space invader much? He looked at him. Okay...did he really need to know all that? He snickered a bit. His Wolvie? He was going to have to poke fun at his old man for that one later. He looked at the guy. "Dervereaux...got a nickname? That takes too much time to say." He said bluntly. "Nevermind call you D-kid." He said decisively. Pulling free of the hold. If he wanted an oh my god squaling he found the wrong wolverine kid twin. "I got by James. My twin if you ever see him is named Xavier. So you a mutant too?" He asked bluntly. Starting to walk again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 5:27 pm
Devereaux glared at him. "De name is Dev, not D-Kid. I ain't no kid ya scruff ball." He growled. "Yeah I'm a mutant. Kinda like mah pa but wit a few extras thrown in." He said as he followed him, skipping a head abit to walk in front of him and turning backwards to talk to him. "So is ya twin as rude as ya or is he nice?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 5:40 pm
James Howlett James acted like he didn't even feel or see or notice Devereaux's glare of eye anger. He kept walking. "........" He didn't comment Yeah. Yeah. Whatever you say kid. What guy your age attaches to someone who clearly gives the do not touch with a thirty foot pole sign? He just glanced at him. "That the best comeback you got kid?" He was sure as hell not trying to say that long a** name. Dev sounded girly. Though the way this guy acted he wasn't too sure it wasn't a girl. The horror...he wasn't into octupuswas...oddly enough...less he needed sex bad enough. He kept walking. Lookin at him. "Ah...well then make like a street card dealer and split." He said bluntly wit ha growl to his words. He walked. "Depends on which side of the storm you get him on. He is a bit...flamboyant...I guess. Takes after mother more than dad. People call him soldier boy though cuz dad trained him in everything he knows." He looked at him. "If I'm so rude you could get lost ya know. You don't have to leech onto me." He looked around the guy instead of at him. What was this guys issue? Did he not see the don't enter my bubble or zone sign? He was a lone wolf even if looking for his parents.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 5:47 pm
"Oooh Touchy....but I grew up in da bayou wit de LeBeau gang. Sides your pa used ta come round every once in a while. Good guy...kinda miss him....also easy on de eyes." He chuckled, mostly ignoring him as he easily walked backwards, dodging an side stepping garbage and debrie from the alley.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 5:56 pm
James Howlett James was ignoring him until he spoke about his dad. His "beserker" rage took over and he charged Dev. Slamming him into a wall and the left hands claws went through the shirt and pinned him. His other hand rose up and in slow motion the claws extended to point too close for comfort against Dev's neck. "Don't ever talk about my old man in such a perverted commentary. Or I'll rip you new ones easy> Got it Devvy?" He said in a dangerous growl. Electricity sparked off him and his eyes turned white.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 6:20 pm
Devereaux hissed in pain as his head bounced off of the stone. "Merde" He groaned as he saw stars. There was the sound of a small popping explosion happened.  "Don be bouncing dat boys head offa de wall. He's Remy's favorite kid, spittin image o his ol Pops." A voice said as someone dropped down in a flurry of brown trench coat. "Papa Remy...?" Devereaux groaned blinking his eyes
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