Clothes and odds & ends went flying as he searched for the few items he had that might actually help. Gambit let out a sigh of relief as his hand touched an old leather bound black book.
“Best hope ole Gambit remembers ‘ow ta do this right. ‘elp me clear the floor.”
Colossus and Gambit tossed aside clothes and furniture, that had scattered across the floor in the battle the day before, until only bare steel met their gaze.
Gambit sped through the book, running his finger down each page, while muttering something about needing an index. Pausing at one page he quickly committed it to memory.
Reaching under his bed he pulled out a wineskin and a hip flask. Flipping over his nightstand reveled the bottom to have been carved into a hidden shrine of sorts.
“If you do not practice, then why do you have so many of the…” Colossus trailed off unsure of exactly what to call them.
“Tools o’ the trade?” At Colossus’s uncertain nod he continued, “Well Mon ami, Gambit believe you can never be too prepared. My grandam, may she rest, told Gambit he would run across many strange t’ings and a little working knowledge o’ voodoo would ‘elp ‘im through ‘em. So while ole Gambit ain’t exactly top shelf, ‘e may be able to clear off some minor spooks and at least slow down t’is ‘aunt.”
Gambit poured some sort of fragrant herb into the altar’s bowl along with some of the liquid from the flask before continuing, “She ‘ad a bit o’ the sight, so I always followed her advice. Sides she would ‘ave ‘ad my ‘ide tanned and stretched if’n I didn’t”
Colossus stood there blinking for a moment and wonder if he should have Gambit repeat that in English.
Gambit crossed himself nervously before uncapping the wineskin and pouring a grayish powder on the floor in a spiraling pattern near the doorway, chanting all the while and sprinkling some liquid in the air from a hip flask.
He tossed a lightly charged match onto the alter and watched as it set the offering aflame with no small amount of satisfaction. He hadn’t lost touch with the small gift he had. The warding had been successful.
Taking a slug from the flask, it was traditional, he couldn’t help but grin.
‘If this don’t stop it, nothing will!’
***
Wanda had just finished explaining her latest idea for driving her father insane, much to Ranma’s amusement, and given him directions to Gambit’s room, when she felt a fairly strong ward snap into place.
“Ranma?”
*silence*
‘Guess he already left. That’s the problem with dating a guy that can turn immaterial, you never know where they are when they decide to stay invisible..’
Mentally shrugging she decided it really wasn’t anything to worry about. Ranma had enough power to walk through most wards without a problem and could probably break through a major one given enough time. As a spirit he packed some heavy horsepower.
*sigh*
She quickly shook off the melancholy that followed that thought.
“Well ‘Mom’, it looks like it’s time to turn even more of your hair white or failing that see if we can make some fall out!”
***
Ranma quietly chuckled to himself, still cloaked in the Umisenken. Wanda was as sneaky as Nabiki and defiantely sexier… nicer, Much nicer... and in all the right places too!
Following her directions he found Gambit’s room easily.
The Neon sigh above the steel door reading ‘Gambit’s Pleasure Den: Where it’s always Mardi Gra!’ was kind of a hint.
‘These guys really are idiots.’
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