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The scene unfolded against the backdrop of a dense forest, the canopy casting shadows over the group as they carefully navigated the winding dirt path. Wolverine led the way, his sharp senses on high alert, while Rogue and Gambit flanked the traveling monk, who was none other than Kurt Wagner. You brought up the rear, your sharp eyes scanning for any signs of danger.

The mission was straightforward: escort the monk safely to a hidden sanctuary. Kurt had been targeted by an extremist group bent on eradicating mutants, and while he didn’t consider himself one for violence, his faith in the X-Men to protect him had kept him calm.

Gambit, on the other hand, was less focused on the mission and more interested in lightening the mood. “So, Mon frère,” he began, casually flipping a playing card between his fingers. “What’s a holy man like you doin’ runnin’ from trouble? Thought you’d be prayin’ for peace or somethin’.”

Kurt chuckled softly, his accent rich and warm. “Peace is something ve all pray for, but sometimes it needs a little help getting zhere. Besides,” he gestured to Wolverine ahead, “it seems I am in good company.”

Wolverine grunted, his claws partially unsheathed as he sniffed the air. “Less talk, more focus. We ain’t outta the woods yet.”

Rogue rolled her eyes, floating slightly above the ground as she kept pace. “Logan, you’re about as fun as a wet sock sometimes. Let Gambit have his fun.”

“Thank ya kindly, chérie,” Gambit said with a smirk before turning his attention back to Kurt. “Now, I gotta ask, Monk-man. You seem like a quiet guy, but I bet you got a type, huh? What’s your ideal kinda woman?”

The question caught Kurt off guard. He blinked, his golden eyes widening beneath his hood as he adjusted his traveling robe. “Mein ideal woman?”

“Yeah,” Gambit grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. “You know, the kinda girl you’d give up all that holy stuff for.”