The city was in chaos.
Explosions rocked the streets as the X-Men clashed with the Brotherhood of Mutants. Cyclops stood atop a wrecked car, barking out orders with precision. "Storm! Take the high ground and clear the air! Iceman, keep them separated! Beast, reinforce Wolverine!"
Gambit dodged a chunk of concrete hurled by Blob, his staff spinning in a defensive stance as he locked eyes with his opponent. But before he could engage, a slimy tongue lashed out, barely missing his face.
"Toad," Gambit mused, smirking. "Been a while, mon ami. Y' still jumpin' 'round like a frog?"
Toad growled, his yellow eyes narrowing. "And you still runnin' that mouth of yours, Cajun? Let's see if you can still talk with my foot in your teeth!"
The battle erupted between them. Gambit twisted and flipped, charging his playing cards with kinetic energy and flinging them in rapid succession. Toad leaped out of the way, using his tongue to grab a streetlight and swing himself forward with deadly force. The impact sent Gambit skidding back, but he laughed, brushing dust off his trench coat.
"Gotta admit, Toad, y' hit harder than y' look. Almost impressed."
Toad sneered. "Keep talkin', swamp rat. Won't be so funny when you're on the ground."
Before they could exchange another blow, a second enemy appeared—Mellencamp, her skin hardened like living rock, her fists crushing the pavement beneath her as she charged.
Gambit sighed, rolling his shoulders. "Two against one? Guess y'all need backup just to deal with lil' ol' me."
Mellencamp and Toad attacked in unison. Gambit ducked, spun, and countered, using his agility to evade their strikes while dealing precise, explosive blows. A charged card detonated near Mellencamp's legs, making her stumble. Another card found its way to Toad's chest, sending him flying backward.
Breathing hard, Toad and Mellencamp exchanged weary glances. Mellencamp gritted her teeth. "We... we ain't done yet!"
Gambit smirked, charging his staff with energy. "Hate to break it to y' both, but dis is where we part ways."
He lunged forward, sweeping his staff under Mellencamp's legs and sending her crashing to the ground. A final charged card landed between Toad and Mellencamp, detonating with a brilliant flash of light. When the smoke cleared, both lay unconscious, barely able to mutter their last words before blacking out.
Gambit stood over them, twirling a card between his fingers. "T'was fun while it lasted. Sweet dreams, cher."
Then, he turned, eyes locking onto Rogue, locked in fierce combat with Mystique. Without hesitation, he sprinted forward, vaulting over rubble. "Need a hand, chérie?"
Mystique shifted forms rapidly, trying to disorient Rogue, but Gambit's arrival turned the tide. Together, they struck with perfect synchronicity—Rogue landing a heavy punch while Gambit's charged cards exploded upon impact.
Mystique smirked, wiping a trickle of blood from her lip. "You two always were a troublesome pair. Think you've got me beat?"
Gambit chuckled. "More like worn out, chérie. Y' might wanna throw in de towel before things get ugly."
Mystique lunged at Rogue, her form shifting mid-air to take on Wolverine's claws, but Rogue caught her wrist, twisting hard. "Ain't no runnin' this time, Mystique!"
Mystique grimaced. "You're making a mistake, Rogue! You still don't understand the bigger picture!"
"I understand enough," Rogue snapped, landing a punch to Mystique's gut. "You always twist things to suit your own needs!"
Mystique staggered, then flicked her wrist, a small blade extending from her palm. She slashed at Gambit, but he deflected it with his staff.
"Tsk, tsk," Gambit said. "Y' gotta do better than that."
Mystique snarled but was losing ground. Rogue unleashed another powerful blow, sending Mystique crashing into the pavement. The shapeshifter groaned but didn't rise.
Then, a sudden clash of power erupted across the battlefield. All eyes turned to see Magneto and Professor X engaged in a desperate duel of will and might.
Professor X's voice echoed in Magneto's mind. Erik, this isn't the way.
Magneto's expression was steel. "You're wrong, Charles. This is the only way! Humanity will never accept us. We have to make them!"
"Not like this," Xavier countered. "You're becoming the very thing you fight against. You seek to rule through fear!"
Magneto's eyes burned with determination. "Fear is all they understand."
Gambit frowned, something feeling off. As Professor X faltered, Magneto wrenched a massive steel structure from the ruins—a jagged, twisted spear of metal. With a flick of his wrist, the projectile hurtled toward the defenseless Professor X.
"No!" Gambit ran.
He moved without thinking, his body faster than his mind. In an instant, he was between them. The steel struck his chest, piercing through. He gasped, blood spilling from his lips as he collapsed to his knees.
"Gambit!" Rogue's scream cut through the battlefield.
The X-Men turned, horror in their eyes. Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine—all of them rushed forward, but it was too late. Gambit chuckled weakly, coughing as he looked at Rogue, eyes full of affection. "Didn't think... I'd go out like dis. But, gotta say... worth it."
Professor X glared at Magneto. "You've gone too far."
Magneto's expression remained unreadable. "And yet, you still don't understand, Charles. War has casualties." With a flick of his hand, he vanished into the sky, leaving the X-Men with their fallen comrade.
Gambit's vision blurred as he felt Rogue's hands cradling him, her voice shaking. "Don't you dare die on me, Remy!"
He smiled, weakly brushing her face. "Ain't up to me, chérie..."
Then everything went black.
When he awoke, silence greeted him.
The ground beneath him was hard and uneven, the air thick with an unfamiliar scent. He sat up, groaning, expecting the ruined battlefield but instead finding a dusty, stone-paved alleyway.
He blinked. The buildings were old—medieval, almost. The sky was dark with torch-lit streets stretching into the distance.
"Where the hell am I?" he muttered, but his voice sounded... different.
He touched his chest. No wound. No pain. He looked at his hands, his attire—different.
"Ain't no way..."
His mind raced. The last thing he remembered was dying. And yet—he was here.
Gambit exhaled, glancing around the dimly lit alley. A smirk played on his lips.
"Well, ain't dis somethin'."
Gambit groaned as he pushed himself up from the cold, stone-paved ground. The medieval-looking alley was dimly lit by torches, the air thick with unfamiliar scents. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten here.
"Ain't no way..." he muttered, rubbing his forehead.
Then, without warning, a violet screen materialized in front of him, glowing softly. The sudden appearance shocked him, making him stagger back slightly. His heartbeat quickened as he stared at the strange text displayed before him.
Status Screen
Name: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau
Age: 19
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Level: 20
Class: Trickster
Occupation: Rogue
Nicknames: Cajun, Wild Card
Health Points (HP): 500/500
Magic Points (MP): 250/250
Strength: 50
Agility: 70
Attack: 65
Intelligence: 60
Normal Skills:
Silent Stride: Moves without making a sound, even on unstable terrain.
Ghost Hand: Can steal objects and pickpocket enemies without being detected.
Acrobat's Gambit: Can wall-run, double jump, and flip mid-air to dodge attacks.
Shadow Cloak: Blends into shadows, reducing detection chance by 40% in low light.
Evasive Roll: Can perform quick rolling dodges to avoid attacks.
Phantom Dash: A fast sidestep movement to dodge melee attacks.
Silent Landing: Always lands without making a sound, even from high drops.
Sleight of Hand: Mastered card tricks, coin flips, and quick-draw deception.
Lethal Edge: Increases damage of slashing weapons against armored opponents.
Feint & Counter: Fakes an attack to bait enemies into exposing weaknesses.
Ambush Strike: Deals bonus damage to enemies who are unaware of his presence.
Ricochet Shot: Can bounce thrown objects off walls for surprise attacks.
Rogue's Parry: Deflects melee attacks with precise timing.
Disarm Technique: Can knock weapons out of enemies' hands if his agility is higher.
Leg Sweep: A low attack that knocks enemies off balance.
Ability Skills:
Trickster's Step: Short burst speed dash movement.
Silent Stride: Moves silently even on unstable surfaces.
Ghost Hand: Can pickpocket and disarm traps from a distance.
Acrobat's Gambit: Can jump and parkour off walls effortlessly.
Feint & Counter: Tricks enemies into attacking an illusion before countering.
Kinetic Charge (Basic): Can infuse objects with explosive energy.
Ricochet Strike: Thrown weapons bounce off walls to hit enemies.
Gambler's Fortune (Passive): Luck tilts slightly in his favor in critical moments.
Shadow Cloak: Can blend into darkness for short periods.
Rogue's Parry: Uses kinetic-infused parries to redirect attacks.
Magic Skills:
Arcane Gambler's Deck: Magic-infused playing cards that can be enhanced with elemental energy.
Elemental Kinetic Charges: Allows energy-enhanced magic to be infused into attacks.
Wild Card: A reality-shifting passive that causes unpredictable effects.
Loaded Dice: A passive gambling skill that subtly shifts luck in his favor.
Phantom Step: A ghostly speed boost that allows near-instant movement.
Mirage Veil: Creates field-wide illusions to disorient enemies.
Illusionary Double: Creates a fake clone to mislead enemies.
Unique Skills:
Luck & Probability Manipulation: Slightly influences chance-based effects in his favor.
Void Gambit: Can charge cards with unstable energy for unpredictable effects.
Spectral Clone: Creates an ethereal duplicate that mimics movements for a short time.
Dead Man's Hand: A last-ditch move that amplifies attack power when at critical HP.
Time Slip: Allows brief manipulation of time to dodge or reposition.
Weapons: None
Items: None
Gambit raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. "Well now, ain't dis somethin'?" he mused, tapping the screen experimentally. "Ain't never seen nothin' like dis before... but I ain't complainin'."
He folded his arms, contemplating the information displayed before him. "Trickster, rogue... heh, guess dat fits me pretty damn well. And look at all dese skills... dis gon' be fun."
With a chuckle, he adjusted his coat and took another glance at his surroundings. "Guess I best get movin'. If dis some kinda game, best believe I ain't playin' to lose."
With that, he dismissed the screen, ready to take his first steps into this strange new world.