Amanda, Remy - Tuesday night
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xp_logs~OOC Note: Posted early because I have the Lurghi and I'm going to pass out as soon as this is up.~
Amanda finally gets to talk to Remy and the news of his and Lorna's breakup comes up. The reaction is a lot quieter than you'd expect.
Amanda was on her way back from the 'Danger Gym' when she noticed Remy's door was ajar. It wasn't usual for the Brit to work out, but the way Mark had quite ably put her on her arse had dented her pride as well as highlighted a gap in her training. So even with Wanda in France, she was trying to make the effort to get some work done. Even if her very full days meant that happened later in the evening.
Contemplating the door - and the strip of light spilling into the hallway - she paused, pondering. So, he was back then. She hadn't really talked to Remy since before the world tour, beyond work matters, and she'd thought a lot about what he'd said since then. And she'd been noticing things. Things that added up to a big thing, possibly. Definitely a thing she probably shouldn't get involved in, though. With a shrug, she went to tap on his door. Since when had she done what she should or shouldn't?
Remy was sitting on his couch, looking over a stack of files, pausing to make the occasional note. He'd skipped out of Europe at the first sign of Interpol; a choice that made Sofia vastly amused. Still, Wanda had the skills to do what needed to be done, and he'd about run down the end of his investigations. He knew approximately where they were, which was the hard part. Now it was just waiting for one of them to make a mistake, which they would, and then catch up with them.
He looked up as Amanda peered around the door-frame. "Come on in, 'manda. I'd say de door's open, but Remy see you figured dat one out already."
"'S all that training you lot are giving me in observation," she replied dryly, coming in and closing the door behind her so she could lean back on it. "How were things in Paris? Get anywhere?"
"Some. We know dey together, wit' a third person, and dat dey went south, towards Italy. I'm betting either Milan or Monaco. Both have access to large tourist populations and an active underground. Wit' either of dere powers, dey could get access to funds dere." Remy shook his head as he opened another file. "Why dey running like de whole Brotherhood after dem is another question entirely, and dat one I've got no answers for. Hopefully Wanda and dose Interpol friends of Cassidy's can come up wit' something solid."
"Interpol, huh? No wonder you're back." Amanda knew Remy's history as well as Pete's - both he and Pete made a point of telling her, after all, in case she forgot and thought they were nice men or something. "As for why they're running..." She frowned. "Maybe they think they're in trouble for not telling people where they were all this time?" It was lame, but as Remy said, it didn't make sense.
"Who? Marius isn't a student any longer, Jennie is eighteen anyhow, and both of dem are heirs to respectable fortunes. Fucking off to Europe and ditching school is almost mandatory for dat type. So why hide it?" He tossed the file back on the table. "De third person doesn't make sense either. Dey involved in something, and what ever it is, it's something dey don't feel dey can ask for help wit' or even let anyone know dey part of. There's de worry."
Amanda shrugged a little helplessly. "Well, like you said, they're kids. We'll catch up with them sooner or later, and then maybe get some answers." Everyone was frustrated, the office was thick with it. "They're not bad kids, that much I could get from everyone I talked to." Then again, neither had she been. Confused, yes, stubborn too. But not bad. "From what Moira could say about Marius, his mutation was kicking his arse well and proper. Maybe it's that they think they can't get help with?"
"Unless his power involves blowing up all babies in a ten mile radius, I can't think of a power dat would be severe enough for someone to run from Xavier's. He's taken in every other type." Remy sighed. "Wanda will catch up wit' dem. We made up a month in de last week. Dey not more den a couple of days ahead at dis point."
"If they're still running, then they're still all right, too," Amanda pointed out. There was a slightly-awkward silence as she tried to think of a way to bring up what she'd really wanted to talk about when she walked in. Asking him 'so, did she dump you?' was too blunt, even for the Queen of Plain Speaking. "I know you said I didn't have anything to apologise for," she found herself saying at last. "When I emailed you. But I think I do. I was pissed off and thinking about myself and I didn't pick it up at the time and I should have, what you said. About being the monster." She gulped a little and then took the plunge. "You haven't said anything like that for a while, least not while your leg was still fucked. Seems... not right, that you'd go back to saying it after the spell."
Remy sighed and tossed the file back on to the pile. Amanda had been avoiding him as carefully as she dared the last while, and Remy had been too wrapped up to bother doing anything about it. Now, it seemed that she'd decided to face whatever was going on. "Dere are certain realities dat I have to live wit', 'manda. One of dem is dat my past, no matter how I try to distance myself or move beyond it, still applies to who I am now. Dat capacity is dere, and de consequences of dose actions don't matter whether or not de person dat I am now and de person dat I was were different. In some ways and to some people, I'm always going to be a monster."
"Some people?" It popped out before she could stop it. "Or one person in particular?" Then she clapped her hand over her mouth, looking like a child who's been caught swearing.
"You know dat Lorna doesn't think I'm a monster. Dat doesn't necessarily mean dat she can handle dat past either." It was going to come out sooner or later. "She asked for some time to get herself together, a couple of weeks ago. She said it's because of her life right now, and not mine. I don't have a lot of choice but to believe her."
That bitch. Couldn't even give him a decent line. 'It's not you, it's me' is the biggest fucking cop out in the book. Amanda clamped down hard on all the scathing things she could - and desperately wanted to - say. But she could see the weariness in the man in front of her, the harsh angles of tension in his frame, and knew she wouldn't put him in the position of either defending Lorna or vilifying her. Not when he obviously still loved her. "And how about you?" she asked instead. "How're you coping with that?"
"I'm not. Dere's a job ahead of us dat needs doing. Once dat's done, den I'll have de luxury of time, feeling like my guts got kicked out, neh?" Despite his tone, there was something resigned in him. The feeling that the blows he had taken were almost expected. Remy hadn't given much information about New Orleans, but whatever he'd found down there had obviously torn open a lot of old wounds.
I bloody well told her to leave him alone before she hurt him. Hope the cunt is fucking happy now... It was hard to hold onto her anger, seeing that resignation there. That belief that this was what he deserved. Amanda bit her lip, forcing back the fury at Lorna. "Well, if you need someone to haul your arse home from the pub, you know how to get hold of me," she said, trying to match his joking tone. Pushing herself off the door, she tilted her head slightly. "I was going to make myself a cuppa. You want me to bring you one?" she asked, although she gave the impression he'd be getting tea regardless of his answer. She was English, after all. Bad day at work? Cup of tea. Broken heart? Cup of tea. Mutant killing robots invading New York? She'd be putting the kettle on.
"Non, merci. Remy got to get dis all out of de way first, and den get everything over to Stormy. Hopefully Doug has something more at de office I can include. Going to be off in a minute." Remy tossed his pen on top of the files and stood up. "I'll be alright, petite. You should know dat by now."
"I know." Giving him a crooked half-smile, she crossed to where he was and lay her hand on his arm, squeezing slightly before letting go. "Doesn't stop me from worrying any way." Then her tone turned casual again. "Let me know if there's anything I can do, yeah?" she said, leaving him to take it to mean with the case or the Lorna situation, or anything in between.
"I don't think dat dere's any one 'cept me dat can do anything for Remy, but I appreciate the offer." Remy said, not unkindly, but still obviously drained. He shooed her towards the door. "And you've got work to do, 'manda. Give Wanda a call in Europe, see what else she might need. Do de job, neh?"
"Neh," she agreed, rolling her eyes slightly at him. Do the job, sort things out later - it was the modus operandi here. And she'd be good and not go down to the school and screech at Lorna, no matter how satisfying it would be.
She'd just make do with a photo and Sarah's dart-board again.
Amanda finally gets to talk to Remy and the news of his and Lorna's breakup comes up. The reaction is a lot quieter than you'd expect.
Amanda was on her way back from the 'Danger Gym' when she noticed Remy's door was ajar. It wasn't usual for the Brit to work out, but the way Mark had quite ably put her on her arse had dented her pride as well as highlighted a gap in her training. So even with Wanda in France, she was trying to make the effort to get some work done. Even if her very full days meant that happened later in the evening.
Contemplating the door - and the strip of light spilling into the hallway - she paused, pondering. So, he was back then. She hadn't really talked to Remy since before the world tour, beyond work matters, and she'd thought a lot about what he'd said since then. And she'd been noticing things. Things that added up to a big thing, possibly. Definitely a thing she probably shouldn't get involved in, though. With a shrug, she went to tap on his door. Since when had she done what she should or shouldn't?
Remy was sitting on his couch, looking over a stack of files, pausing to make the occasional note. He'd skipped out of Europe at the first sign of Interpol; a choice that made Sofia vastly amused. Still, Wanda had the skills to do what needed to be done, and he'd about run down the end of his investigations. He knew approximately where they were, which was the hard part. Now it was just waiting for one of them to make a mistake, which they would, and then catch up with them.
He looked up as Amanda peered around the door-frame. "Come on in, 'manda. I'd say de door's open, but Remy see you figured dat one out already."
"'S all that training you lot are giving me in observation," she replied dryly, coming in and closing the door behind her so she could lean back on it. "How were things in Paris? Get anywhere?"
"Some. We know dey together, wit' a third person, and dat dey went south, towards Italy. I'm betting either Milan or Monaco. Both have access to large tourist populations and an active underground. Wit' either of dere powers, dey could get access to funds dere." Remy shook his head as he opened another file. "Why dey running like de whole Brotherhood after dem is another question entirely, and dat one I've got no answers for. Hopefully Wanda and dose Interpol friends of Cassidy's can come up wit' something solid."
"Interpol, huh? No wonder you're back." Amanda knew Remy's history as well as Pete's - both he and Pete made a point of telling her, after all, in case she forgot and thought they were nice men or something. "As for why they're running..." She frowned. "Maybe they think they're in trouble for not telling people where they were all this time?" It was lame, but as Remy said, it didn't make sense.
"Who? Marius isn't a student any longer, Jennie is eighteen anyhow, and both of dem are heirs to respectable fortunes. Fucking off to Europe and ditching school is almost mandatory for dat type. So why hide it?" He tossed the file back on the table. "De third person doesn't make sense either. Dey involved in something, and what ever it is, it's something dey don't feel dey can ask for help wit' or even let anyone know dey part of. There's de worry."
Amanda shrugged a little helplessly. "Well, like you said, they're kids. We'll catch up with them sooner or later, and then maybe get some answers." Everyone was frustrated, the office was thick with it. "They're not bad kids, that much I could get from everyone I talked to." Then again, neither had she been. Confused, yes, stubborn too. But not bad. "From what Moira could say about Marius, his mutation was kicking his arse well and proper. Maybe it's that they think they can't get help with?"
"Unless his power involves blowing up all babies in a ten mile radius, I can't think of a power dat would be severe enough for someone to run from Xavier's. He's taken in every other type." Remy sighed. "Wanda will catch up wit' dem. We made up a month in de last week. Dey not more den a couple of days ahead at dis point."
"If they're still running, then they're still all right, too," Amanda pointed out. There was a slightly-awkward silence as she tried to think of a way to bring up what she'd really wanted to talk about when she walked in. Asking him 'so, did she dump you?' was too blunt, even for the Queen of Plain Speaking. "I know you said I didn't have anything to apologise for," she found herself saying at last. "When I emailed you. But I think I do. I was pissed off and thinking about myself and I didn't pick it up at the time and I should have, what you said. About being the monster." She gulped a little and then took the plunge. "You haven't said anything like that for a while, least not while your leg was still fucked. Seems... not right, that you'd go back to saying it after the spell."
Remy sighed and tossed the file back on to the pile. Amanda had been avoiding him as carefully as she dared the last while, and Remy had been too wrapped up to bother doing anything about it. Now, it seemed that she'd decided to face whatever was going on. "Dere are certain realities dat I have to live wit', 'manda. One of dem is dat my past, no matter how I try to distance myself or move beyond it, still applies to who I am now. Dat capacity is dere, and de consequences of dose actions don't matter whether or not de person dat I am now and de person dat I was were different. In some ways and to some people, I'm always going to be a monster."
"Some people?" It popped out before she could stop it. "Or one person in particular?" Then she clapped her hand over her mouth, looking like a child who's been caught swearing.
"You know dat Lorna doesn't think I'm a monster. Dat doesn't necessarily mean dat she can handle dat past either." It was going to come out sooner or later. "She asked for some time to get herself together, a couple of weeks ago. She said it's because of her life right now, and not mine. I don't have a lot of choice but to believe her."
That bitch. Couldn't even give him a decent line. 'It's not you, it's me' is the biggest fucking cop out in the book. Amanda clamped down hard on all the scathing things she could - and desperately wanted to - say. But she could see the weariness in the man in front of her, the harsh angles of tension in his frame, and knew she wouldn't put him in the position of either defending Lorna or vilifying her. Not when he obviously still loved her. "And how about you?" she asked instead. "How're you coping with that?"
"I'm not. Dere's a job ahead of us dat needs doing. Once dat's done, den I'll have de luxury of time, feeling like my guts got kicked out, neh?" Despite his tone, there was something resigned in him. The feeling that the blows he had taken were almost expected. Remy hadn't given much information about New Orleans, but whatever he'd found down there had obviously torn open a lot of old wounds.
I bloody well told her to leave him alone before she hurt him. Hope the cunt is fucking happy now... It was hard to hold onto her anger, seeing that resignation there. That belief that this was what he deserved. Amanda bit her lip, forcing back the fury at Lorna. "Well, if you need someone to haul your arse home from the pub, you know how to get hold of me," she said, trying to match his joking tone. Pushing herself off the door, she tilted her head slightly. "I was going to make myself a cuppa. You want me to bring you one?" she asked, although she gave the impression he'd be getting tea regardless of his answer. She was English, after all. Bad day at work? Cup of tea. Broken heart? Cup of tea. Mutant killing robots invading New York? She'd be putting the kettle on.
"Non, merci. Remy got to get dis all out of de way first, and den get everything over to Stormy. Hopefully Doug has something more at de office I can include. Going to be off in a minute." Remy tossed his pen on top of the files and stood up. "I'll be alright, petite. You should know dat by now."
"I know." Giving him a crooked half-smile, she crossed to where he was and lay her hand on his arm, squeezing slightly before letting go. "Doesn't stop me from worrying any way." Then her tone turned casual again. "Let me know if there's anything I can do, yeah?" she said, leaving him to take it to mean with the case or the Lorna situation, or anything in between.
"I don't think dat dere's any one 'cept me dat can do anything for Remy, but I appreciate the offer." Remy said, not unkindly, but still obviously drained. He shooed her towards the door. "And you've got work to do, 'manda. Give Wanda a call in Europe, see what else she might need. Do de job, neh?"
"Neh," she agreed, rolling her eyes slightly at him. Do the job, sort things out later - it was the modus operandi here. And she'd be good and not go down to the school and screech at Lorna, no matter how satisfying it would be.
She'd just make do with a photo and Sarah's dart-board again.
