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Set after the cutest dart game known to man.


Remy raised the juice glass full of red wine to his lips, taking a long swallow while he looked out over the icy school grounds. He was sitting lengthwise along the wide rail, back against the wall and a cigarette in his other hand.

Shinobi'd always found walking to be theraputic, and after the comment exchange with Manuel, he'd needed to go for one, even after a stop to see Sarah. Hands tucked away in his coat's pockets, he comes around the side of the mansion to start back towards the stairs, only noticing Remy's presence when the scent of smoke catches his attention.

Remy smiled to himself, letting a long swallow of wine trickle down his throat. "Evenin', homme. Out for a walk?"

"Needed the cold on my face," Shinobi nods, halting at the foot of the stairs and offering a slight grin. "You must be Remy. Find the ash trays alright?"

"Non." Remy said, topping up his glass of wine. "Found all sorts of t'ings though. Quite de mansion. Been here long yourself?"

"Maybe a month, at the most," Shinobi shrugs, brow briefly furrowing in thought. "So no, not very long at all. Haven't done much exploring, since I found the essentials."

"Remy still looking for de essentials. Not dat de outfits hide much dat is essential." Remy grinned wickedly. "You got yours yet?"

Shinobi chuckles, shaking his head and leaning against a free spot of railing. "No bondage gear here yet, no. I don't know that I'd be much use to the super squad, anyway, and I sincerely doubt they trust me quite _that_ much anyway."

"Dat mean dey got a reason not to trust you, homme?" Remy said, his voice deceptively casual. Shinobi didn't look remarkable, but mutants personified the idea of things not being what they see.

"I'm a Shaw," Shinobi shrugs, trying not to say his own name with too much venom as he looks down to his feet. "That's enough reason for most people to be ready to say I'm lying if I say the sky's blue."

"A Shaw? Dat like being a Bush?" Remy said, sipping. "Fraid dat name means nothing to Remy."

"Probably about as bad, if not worse," Shinobi chuckles, looking back up with a wry grin. "I'll refrain from enlightening you, then, unless you really want me to. It's kind of refreshing to just be judged for myself."

"I don't judge much, homme. Means dat I have t' be accountable myself be doing dat." Remy spat out the butt of his cigarette and lit a fresh one. "Your pare not de most popular, or is it your mare?"

"My father," Shinobi confirms, moving up a couple of stairs before dropping down to sit, rummaging in his coat for his own cigarettes and lighter. "He's scum with money and a nice suit."

"Dat sounds like most of de rich types. Still, not much reason to t'ink de whole family is evil. What did he do? Steal from de Prof's accounts?" Remy said.

"Nah.. just signed all our death warrants, that's all." Shinobi draws a cigarette and lighter from his coat, lighting up and taking a drag before he continues. "Shaw Industries has been hired on to build a prison for people like us - like him. And of course, there's the sentinel program.. you ever see any giant killer robots, you can thank pop for them."

"So, dat what brought you here den? Going to fight your pare wit' de superheros here?" Remy asked, pointing with his cigarette.

"I guess that's one way of putting it," Shinobi admits, looking up with a wry smile. "I need help to take the company from him, shut the programs down.. and if I can't do it legitimately in the boardroom, I'll just need some superheos to give me a hand."

"Dat so? And what do you do den? Juggle cars or shoot lasers from your hands?" Remy said, half in jest and half seriously.

Shinobi shakes his head, chuckling around his cigarette. "No, nothing so flashy, much to my dismay. I can tweak my body's density." He pauses a moment, and explains, "I can go through things, or stop things from going through me. Came in handy when I felt like breaking curfew."

"Curfew? Dere's a curfew here?" Remy looked almost dismayed. More and more this place was sounding like an English boys school, clothed by fetishists and run by an increasingly suspect bald man.

"Well, I was referring to the one at home, but I think there is, unfortunately." Shinobi smiles apologetically, as if he had any say in the fact that one existed.

"Dey didn't mention dat to Remy. Tell me somet'ing, homme. Dere a place to have a few drinks, meet some completely degenerate femmes?" Remy asked.
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"You'd probably want to ask Wisdom that one," Shinobi says after a moment's thought, squinting a bit. "Or Jake. I, alas, am not of legal drinking age, so no bars for me. No idea on the degenerate femmes either way, sorry."

"Homme, Remy surprised." Remy's eyes gleamed. "You got de wicked rich father. Can't tell me that you didn't learn t' drink in places dat you weren't supposed to be in."

"He was enough of a bastard when I behaved myself," Shinobi chuckles, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. "I'd have hated to see him if he caught me drinking. Smoking was bad enough. Managed to avoid a hospital room that time, at least. He has a good backhand, for future reference."

"Remy keep dat in mind. Dat how de Professor works as well, or does he have someone else to do it for him?"

"The professor wouldn't hurt a fly, if he had any say in it," Shinobi shrugs, running a hand back through his hair. "Much to my surprise, I haven't been hit once since I got here. It's a rather nice place.. I like it."

"Planning on a long stay den?" Remy said. Something about Shaw wasn't right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the boy was hiding something. It was those damn instincts again, but Remy had learned to listen to them. Shaw's words never quite reached his eyes, and Remy's smile oozed into a smirk. "Gonna be a hero?"

"I'm no hero. I just don't approve of mass genocide, especially when my name and the names of people I care about are on the list." Shinobi drops his hand back into his lap, with a shrug. "If I had to classify myself, I'd say.. angry little boy with daddy issues."

"Long as you aren't hiring male hookers t' spank and call Papa, Remy t'inks you might survive. Got to get out a little more though. Fact," Remy paused, point his thumb towards the house. "t'ink dat most of de people in dis house in need of de same thing."

"No hookers here, male or otherwise. Have a girlfriend for that." He pauses briefly. "I think." After a moment, Shinobi shrugs, looking up with an amused grin. "No arguement here about needing to get out more, either. I'm working on it, as far as I go, at least."

"Girlfriend? Really are settling in den. Which one of de femmes you sleeping wit den? De little brunette Remy see on de way in?" Remy said, again using his flippant words to disguise his sizing up of Shinobi. Remy was planning to keep an eye on this young man. Plus, rich boiys never know how to watch their money.

Shinobi snorts in amusement, a faint bit of color coming to his cheeks. "If I were getting laid, which I'm not, that would be something between the lady and myself. We haven't even had an actual, bonafide date yet. Thanks for reminding me." He considers skipping the question of who for a moment, for fear of somehow irritating her by tarnishing her reputation so, but in the end, decides it couldn't hurt too badly. "Sarah. She's usually down in the basement."

"Ah, de monster, oui?" Remy said, blowing out a plume of smoke.

"She isn't a monster," Shinobi states calmly, though his tone leaves little room for arguement. No hope of convincing him otherwise. "But yes. Sarah."

"She t'inks she is. Dat somet'ing you planning to do, homme? Change her t' be somet'ing else?" Remy said, deliberately probing what was obviously a painful subject.

"If I didn't like her the way she was, I wouldn't be pursuing a relationship with her," Shinobi says matter-of-factly, quirking a brow and eyeing Remy thoughtfully. "If she eventually decides she isn't a monster, cool. If not.. well, more for me, I guess."

"Better work on your response den, homme. Femme say she's one t'ing and you say she another, only one of you get to be right, and normally, well," Remy drew reflectively on his cigarettte. "it don't be de homme dat calls it a win."

"Speaking from experience?" Shinobi asks, watching Remy's face with a curious expression. "I've not had much experience with people, let alone women.. just know that I'm not about to force anybody to do or be something they don't want. Doesn't work."

"Doesn't work." Remy repeated. They held each other's gaze for a long moment before Remy grinned and clapped Shinobi on the shoulder. "Always a good t'ing to have a femme. Keeps de cold away at night. Remy found dat de wine isn't as good a subsitute, but at least will work as a back-up."

Shinobi blinks slightly as he's clapped on the shoulder before allowing himself a bit of a grin, shrugging and continuing to watch Remy thoughtfully. "Unfortunately, I wouldn't know either way.. no co-ed dorms, and I haven't had more than a glass or two of wine in eons." He pauses for a moment, making a bit of a face. "God. I'm such a bloody goodie-two-shoes."

"Remy didn't want to say it, homme. Just hint broadly." Remy handed over the bottle. "As for de rest, dis is a big house, and if de teachers can wear outfits like dat, dey must know de students are going to find de corners t' fuck senseless."

"Most of the students are fellow goodie-two-shoes," Shinobi says with a shake of his head, eyeing the bottle and considering whether or not to go ahead and have a swig. With a slight sigh, he shakes his head, offering it back and smiling self-depricatingly. "I think Sarah has dibs on corrupting me in such a fashion, I'm afraid. Speaking of which.. she might know some clubs that would be right up your alley, though I'm not positive. Worth asking about, at least."

"Remy make a point of asking, merci." With a sigh, Remy dropped from his perch and flicked his cigarette out into the snow. "And wit dat, I t'ink I need to find a warmer place t' sit. Evening, homme." He said, and walked inside. Diffinently going to keep an eye on that one, he thought as he left.

"Probably not a bad idea," Shinobi nods, offering a wave as he remained on the stairs, opting to finish his cigarette outside before venturing back into the school. "Give a hollar if you need help finding the ash trays. If they haven't been moved since I last looked, I can show you where a few are."