xp_logs | Remy/Betsy

Remy and Betsy take a break from their duties to spar, and catch up on what their plans are.

Remy flipped a file on to the top of a pile of them and rubbed his eyes. Too many hours of reports on their network, too many little elements that held the hints to secret plots, plans against others, corruption and unethical experimentation; the Cajun could feel his eyes crossing at times. Remy LeBeau was a very good operative, and had years of experience, but compared to Pete and Betsy, he was the bottom of the totem pole in terms of his abilities in intelligence analysis. For almost two decades, he was in the field, or making his analysis in a focused fashion, based around an operation or a specific target. Now, he was trying to keep up with the whole world, and he very much felt like he was falling behind most of the time.

It was time for more coffee, he considered, reaching for his cup.

With two large cups of coffee in hand, Betsy leaned up against the door frame. She studied Remy's stature as he toiled away and frowned. "You look like you could use this," she said as she entered the room, placing the styrofoam cup on his desk, and took the seat opposite from him. She peered over to his files and grimaced. "Having fun in Malaysia, are we?"

"We're having de worst intelligence from Malaysia dat Remy every seen. I think our contacts work in a barber shop 'cross from de main government offices." He scowled and reached for the cup. "I almost would prefer de damn expanse forms dat Emma shoving down our throats."
"Just the way you like it," Betsy said, tipping her head towards the cup. "The coffee," she added. Looking over the self-proclaimed disaster, she shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps, you should leave this tonight. I invited Pete this new spot not too far from here but he's detained this evening. Care to join me?"

Remy took a long sip from the mug. "Non, Remy should--" He stopped and shook his head. "You know, Betts? Somewhere long de path dat we been taking, I think I finally bought into dis whole team idea. Dat being said, I think dat Remy happy to let de team go hang and get a drink."
Betsy stood up and placed the coffee cup on the desk. She waited for Remy to join her and they exited the office together. "Before that drink," Betsy said idly as she walked down the hall, bumping shoulders with him. "Let's blow off a little steam first." She turned towards the gym and opened the door for Remy, waiting for his reaction. "Les sons comme l'amusement, oui ?"

"You suddenly picked up an enjoyment of pain?" Remy said, nodding as he walked through. The 'gym', such as it was at the office, was little more than a corner of an unused supply room, laid down with mats and holding the most basic heavy bag. It wasn't used for training, instead mainly as a way to blow off steam or to get the blood flowing when working long nights at the office. Some of the people working in the cubicles had openly petitioned to have it turned into an office for them, which Remy had agreed to give to any of them who could best him in a no powers full contact sparring match.

Oddly enough, the requests for the office had disappeared after that.

"Well, I have been told I am a glutton for punishment," Betsy entered the gym. Her nose wrinkled at the sudden odor of Foot. She walked over to a rack of bo sticks and grabbed two. She threw one at Remy and taking a defensive pose as she twirled the one in her hand.

"You'd be better of wit' you sword." Remy propped the staff up and shrugged out of his coat. He didn't want anything to encumber him. He picked up the staff, feeling the weight by shifting it lightly in his hands. With a reverse figure eight, he pivoted with a basic thrust, easy enough to parry but enough to signal they were beginning. It was one of the few even fights in the team. Remy's spatial sense, coupled with his enhanced agility and unnatural flexibility made his training immensely lethal. Betsy couldn't match it, so she didn't try, using her telepathy to generate false positives in his spatial sense. That meant he couldn't trust his powers in melee combat against her, forced to rely on his less impressive senses when facing her.

With a simple twirl of her bo, she smiled nauseatingly sweet at Remy. "If I used the katana, i'd have an unfair advantage over you and I try to at least play fair with my fellow teammates." Betsy gave a false lunge to the right and shot a test blow at his left knee. "At least some of the time."

"You know, Remy not actually seen you play fair once." He snapped the tip of her bo away with his staff, barely moving. It was simply an opening move, and not a serious attack. At least, not yet. Remy circled slowly, keeping the staff head low and watching her eyes. He slipped forward once, sweeping a simple arc in front of her, waiting to see how she would react.

"Aw, Remy." Betsy said with a pout, then with the slight movement, she swept back and moved her head just as the staff took the blow. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special. Come on, luv. Show me how it's really done."

"Might get into trouble wit' a white haired femme doing dat." Remy advanced, a jabbing motion with his staff that was nothing more than a feint, setting her up for a sweeping uppercut from the other side. Betsy had already moved out of the way, leaving LeBeau to rotate the staff, and use the momentum to reverse his grip on it, twisting a backhanded blow which circled around at waist level.

"Alright, luv." Betsy said with a firm nod. She twisted her upper torso forward, a loud yell forging its way past her lips. Betsy brought her staff down with a torrential force and before she could receive the accompanying blow, the telepath followed the momentum of her body and flipped back, narrowly avoiding Remy's counterattack. Wiping a lock of hair from her face, Betsy smiled. "After we're done here, how about a movie?"

"Only way you're going to get me to see stars." Remy grinned, and caught her overextended in order to drive the staff in. He glanced the end of his staff off her ribs, but instead of flinching away, she rolled in with the blow. Her move brought him into range, and her short jab caught him at the point of the jaw. There wasn't much force behind the blow, but it forced them apart and circling again.

"So Betts," Remy said, re-assessing. "Want to call dis one a draw."

Betsy regarded Remy before throwing her bo staff to the floor. "C'mon then, let's get that drink."

"Sounds fair. After all, I have to get back to England in a day or so. Might as well steal what time I can." Remy said. They would have to spell out some of the other members of X-Force soon, to continue to try and free Amanda from the city. “Jaw kind of hurts, you know.” He muttered as they left the office.