Gambit takes Chairs

An 'uncanny' mutant of powers/gifts seeks purpose in American Homeland direction for justified margins and takes-note of a special Institute for gifts-data.

X-Men (Marvel Comics) fanfiction. Happy Xmas December, all 

DISCLAIMER: This work of comic fanfiction/art contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to Marvel or any of its associations/characters and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/interpretation/criticism).

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Gambit knew he'd have to harness his incredible physical agility with his psychic power of throwing mind-energy powered throwing cards for some good purpose for someone or another and heard of the established American Homeland Institute for gifted mutants and wanted to wonder if he'd be better-suited for the actions of a patriot or simply wandering powerful mutant self-serving profiteer now (damn).

CONCIERGE: Welcome to our lounge, friend.

GAMBIT: Enjoying the area lounge-TV football sports on a given Sunday I am!

CONCIERGE: There's gossip of a local Institute emissary team in town today.

GAMBIT: That's real information, Mister Concierge...and I think I appreciate it!

CONCIERGE: Always happy to help the wandering mutant of powers we are.

GAMBIT: Selfie-like, sir (cool).

FASHION MODEL (Town): I represent the faction of a new Euro-American trend!

GAMBIT: That's good pillow, given that new Euro-embargo language with Russia?

FASHION MODEL: Well, you've the look of a wandering mutant seeking projects.

GAMBIT: Me thinks to offer your World Trade Center shoot some securities arts?

FASHION MODEL: That's good town-readings for our Earthling conference, pal!

GAMBIT: Selfie-like (good).

Gambit enjoyed some sweet/sour chicken (Chinese dish!) before stepping out on the streets of a Philly-Chinatown area where a masked stranger began throwing charged miniature explosives at a police car parked group, drawing the mutant hero-wannabe to some American Homeland state of 'consciousness' for the heart. Perhaps that's why the miscreant was hauled-off (eventually) after Gambit squared with him (wow). Where would Gambit's meanderings (now) take him, concerning the Institute's pronounced recruitment of powers-gifted mutants questing for some raw purpose of social network jam?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)