xp_logs | Ororo and Remy | a phone call (Reply)

Ororo calls Remy to touch base and find out if the Snow Valley team has found any information about the disappearance of Attilan. The news she finds is less than reassuring - though it has nothing to do with a missing island.

The phone was rapidly becoming her nemesis. Settling herself at her desk, Ororo picked up the receiver and then set it down again in its cradle, repeating the action several more times before punching in a phone number on the keypad and listening to the monotonous ring drone in her ear. Pick up, she thought, hand tightening about the slick plastic, and then, Please.

On the other end, his phone trilled but Remy ignored it momentarily as the blonde Welshman infront of him brandished the sniper rifle his way.

"It's a Barrett .50 Caliber, Gambit. .50 caliber. Fookin' thing was designed to shoot through schools, ya know." He grinned, showing too much gold and brown in his teeth. "Goes through ballastic armor like pissing in the snow, and the system shock of the impact... weel, yer target will shit out his guts no matter where ya hit him."

"Iggy, I'm in a hurry. Put de damn guns away and get me my explosives." Remy snarled at the man, digging his phone out of his pocket and snapping it open. "What?" He barked, harshly.

Ororo frowned. "Remy. It is Ororo." This being the first time she had managed to get a hold of the Cajun in nearly a week, she had expected a slightly warmer reception. "Is this a bad time? I can call you back later."

Remy pulled himself up short. "Oh, 'ro. Remy didn't know dat it was you. I'm-- it's fine. I'm just getting some shopping done here." He wasn't exactly sure what to say. Her unannounced disappearance after the Candra situation had spelled out how she had felt about the entire incident and her role in it.

"I see." Though I can only wonder what kind of shopping, to put him in so bad a mood. "I did not mean to interrupt. I only wished to speak with you. About the situation with Attilan." In truth, this was only the barest pretense she had for calling, but telling him that she needed comfort didn't seem as if it would go over well at that particular time.

"Attilan." Remy said, pausing. It was back to business then. "Pete's got people on it, but at dis point, dere doesn't appear to be anything to find. Displacement measurements have de island disappearing in a single go, but whether its been destroyed or not, dere's no way to tell. We going to give it a couple more days, and den drop it if nothing else turns up."

"Oh. Very well." Of course... there was no use pursuing the futile. And it wasn't as if Snow Valley had any particular investments in Attilan - it wasn't their responsibility to learn what fate had befallen Forge, or the reasoning behind Crystal and Medusa's deaths. "I suppose if you do find anything, I would appreciate hearing it. Any information is better than knowing nothing at all." She concentrated on keeping her voice steady; it was harder than she would've predicted.

"Remy have Doug send you what we got so far. Dere's--- I don't need mortar round, Iggy! Why de fuck would I need mortar rounds if I don't own a mortar. Sorry. Dere's--- I don't want a fucking mortar! Explosives, now, or Gambit going to feed you your own kidneys, Iggy!" Remy's shout echoed off the steel warehouse walls, sending Iggy scurrying into the back. "Sorry 'Ro. Dis not exactly de Gap sort of retail experience. Like Remy said, dere's still a chance one of our networks will come across something, but unless something new comes up, we out of places to look into."

Her preoccupation with Attilan fading, Ororo tried to make sense of what Remy had been saying - not to her, but to whoever 'Iggy' was. "Remy, what are you doing?" she asked then, suspiciously. "Where are you?"

"On business. Arranging some things for Arlen and de Guild." It was true in the strictest sense. A poor excuse to make, but Remy knew that he couldn't lie to Ororo, and the last thing that he wanted was to pile more guilt on her. He'd been the one to make the mistake. "How 'bout you? You handling what happened? I know dat Crystal was you student."

"I..." Have not been able to sleep. Saw it, felt it happen. Cannot stop thinking of it. "I am fine. I know we have not spoken much recently, Remy, and I am sorry. I would like to see you, but it sounds as if you are busy. Perhaps when you are less so, you will let me know.'

"'Ro, I, uh--" Remy stopped to take a deep breath. "Remy have to go away for a while. Dere's something dat's come up, and I have to take care of it before I can get a chance to come back on de Center or de school. Remy got it under control but--- de reason I'm not going to be around isn't because of you. Just wanted you to know dat."

Anyone that stepped into Ororo's office at that moment would've seen her fix a forcibly fake smile on her lips before replying. "Thank you. And as I said, perhaps when you are less busy, you will let me know. I will not be going anywhere." The smile faded then, and she just looked tired, leaning forward to rest a forearm on the desk in front of her. "Please be careful, Remy. Whatever it is you are doing."

That would keep her out of the consequences of what he was planning. "You know Remy. Got it all worked out, 'ro." Remy said, before thumbing off his phone and only barely avoiding throwing it through the wall in anger. There were better ways to vent.

"Alright Iggy, you little strain! Gambit want a fucking private word wit' you now..."