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xp_logsJay meets Remy for the first time on his way to Amanda's room and confrontation arises when Jay doesn't answer underlying accusations right away.
After being buzzed in, Jay folded up his wings and wandered inside. It wasn't as though he hadn't come here before but he wasn't so good on the details of knowing exactly where her apartment was. Today he opted for change from his usual black, reverting back to holes in a pair of shaded buffalo jeans. It was cool outside, crisp weather that threatened to break from winter's long hold, so he worn a blued faded hoodie, opting for most of his attire to be blue even though his red hair and yellow eyes contrasted the three primary colours. Rounding a corner, he nearly did a typical collide between strangers, no thanks to his head rolling over some lyrics he probably should have written down.
"Sorry," he said, his apology firm but polite, as though there was not much room for argument concerning whose fault it was.
Remy sighed and wiped the spilled coffee from his shirt. Situational awareness or not, you had to be paying at least some attention to make it work, and being absorbed in a set of illegally obtained intelligence memos from Syria tended to get in the way.
"Happens. De shirt washes." Remy looked up and blinked. "You're de blue one, Jay. Remy remember you from de Blue Area Mesa."
Jay paused, lifting his gaze to the dark red eyes and no flicker of recognition came across his face. "Yeah? Who are you?" Dark, handsome, mysterious. That description fit for most of the snowvalley folks, though he couldn't recall this one.
"Remy LeBeau. Dis is my home, which begs de question, you here to visit someone, or you looking for help?" Remy said, not at all perturbed by the yellow stare. Some of the mansion staff visited semi-regularly, but this was the first time he'd seen Guthrie here, and his instincts to dig for information took over.
"Oh yeah, Ah've heard of you." But whatever he heard, it was very little and only in passing conversations that he walked by. Other than that, he didn't know anything of the other man. "Lookin' for Amanda, that's all. Just visitin'." He ran a hand through his hair, a usual habit and hooked his fingers off his neck. "This might sound a lil' weird, but did you guys hear anythin' from Pete?"
"Pete's been... busy." Remy said carefully. Truth was, he didn't have a lot of information on Wisdom, and the other man had been guarded the few times they'd spoken. That was something that was going to have to change.
"Oh," the younger man seemed disappointed by this but he didn't push Remy for more information, mostly because he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to know. Out of the three of them, none of them knew much about Pete, except maybe Garrison and whatever he did say, well, he didn't say it to them.
"Well, yanno, Mandy's waitin' prolly," he tossed a nod over his shoulder and walked backwards. She wasn't, but under the red stare of debonair, Jay wasn't sure what was worse; the heated temperature rising to his cheeks or his racing heartbeat. "Nice to meet you."
"She probably is, and you've already passed her door. So, Jay, where were you going?" The sentence was delivered calmly, but it had a kind of edge to it that hinted at more. A shapeshifter's arm had already been taken, and even after Jay's reworking at the hands of Blaquesmith, an outsider wouldn't necessarily know the changes were more than physical. Guthrie had connections with Mark and Amanda, and was before as non-threatening a potential mask to use for infiltration as possible. "Dere something on de next floor dat you were planning to look into?"
Jay stopped backing up, his feet planted firmly into the ground, acutely aware of the distance between them. "Like what?" he asked honestly, offended by the underlying accusation. "You got apple pie or somethin hidin' up there?" he joked. This was the first time someone had accused him of being anything more than what he was.
Remy's eyes suddenly went very hard, scrutinizing the young man. "What was de personal favour you asked from 'manda when she was still at de school? De one dat almost backfired on her." Remy's voice had gone all the way from edge to saw, and in a hand that had been empty only a second ago, now three cards were held. "Quickly, now."
"What? Oh, this is bullshit--" he snapped and his wings began to jut out, feather by feather. Though what happened between him and Amanda wasn't a secret, he didn't need this, being accused by some strange guy. "She was helpin' me with Kevin, happy?"
"Doing what with Kevin?" Remy said, and now the other man had essentially transformed into something dangerous and right on the edge of being sprung.
"None of your damn business," he narrowed his eyes. This was where a part of his embarrassment kept him from saying what he really saw, that if Remy knew what had happened, then he didn't need to know the rest. Jay's wing's stilled, his back muscles tensed and he was very aware of every part of Remy's body.
The charged card was up under Jay's eye before he could even blink, and the man had moved impossibly fast, one hand latched on to his windpipe. The card glowed and crackled in purple, the lethality of it underlined as it hovered less than a quarter of an inch from Jay's eye.
"I've got shapeshifters caught in funny games and a young man dat doesn't seem to know where he's going. So you have one last chance to prove who you are, or I will end you here."
He sucked in a sharp breath before it was tightened, cut off and Jay jerked in the grasp, giving in. He really didn't want to go through another session of ass kicking because someone was going off on his crazy. "So Ah could see 'em okay? 'et go," he grunted, looking to pull from Remy's grasp.
The pressure suddenly released, and the card was withdrawn, flaming out with a popping sound in Remy's hand. "Good enough. Next time, be sure you know where you going, Jay. Dis is a bad time to make people suspicious."
The Cajun stepped back, the coiled violence gone from his stance.
Jay's body slumped down and he straightened his spine, shaking out his wings with a snort. Rubbing his throat where Remy was holding him, he frowned. What was with people and grabbing him by the throat all the time? Logan, Kane, and now Remy? That needed to be on his top priority list of how to get out of a hold like that.
"Okay, gez, sorry," came his grief reply. All his wit left him at the threat and he walked by Remy, conscious of where that card was put away.
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Jay gets to Amanda's door and has a little trouble cooling the side effects of his aggressive side. Amanda brings in some perspective and a suggestion.
The run in with Remy had Jay visibly on edge so when he knocked on the door, it was hard, brief as opposed to the lazy way he usually was. The whole scenario set some instinct on full mode and he was having trouble shaking it, even trying to close up his wings was something he couldn't accomplish. It told him he wasn't still in full control and apart of him regretted coming, especially the accusation that he wasn't himself. "Amanda?" Jay called into the door frame.
"Come in!" came the muffled reply. As the door opened, Amanda's voice came from the kitchen. "I'm just putting the kettle on. You want anything?"
"Yeah, maybe a good shot of some good guy serum," he joked, closing the door behind him. "Why does everyone go for mah throat when they wantin' to kill me?" he asked.
Amanda raised her eyebrows. "Trying to kill you?" she asked. "What happened?"
"Nothin'. Only that Ah met some guy named Remy and he nearly took mah throat off cause Ah was wanderin' a bit. Hey, how does he know about Kevin?.. Cabot Ah mean."
"You were wandering around the brownstone and you ran into Remy." Amanda set down the kettle she'd been filling and came out into the living room. "Jay, do you remember what we do here? For a living?"
"Yeah Ah know, but gez, c'mon Amanda. Me? A threat? Since.." he was going to ask since when? but he knew the answer to that and sat down on the arm of her couch.
"People try to kill us regular. We've got Jake hiding out here from some fuckers who stole his arm. And Remy's a suspicious bastard who used to be the most notorious assassin in Europe." Amanda shook her head at him. "I swear, Jay, sometimes I think if brains were explosives you wouldn't have enough to blow your nose." It was said with a certain wry fondness, however. "And Remy knows about Kevin 'cause he used to keep an eye out for me at the school. Remember when I did that summoning for you? Remy asked me about it and I told him - he was worried about me exploding my brain."
He sighed and the comment about him lacking brain cells rolled off his shoulders. "All right. Sorry. It's just seriously, Ah ain't never hurt no one before all this and Ah ain't really used to being the bad guy, if you know what Ah mean." He wasn't mad at her for telling Remy about Kevin, just thrown off.
"It's not about being a bad guy or not, Jay. It's about not knowing who the random guy wandering the halls is, that's all." Amanda perched on the arm of her chair, hands dangling between her knees. In jeans and t-shirt and bare feet, she looked like any college student. "What we are here, what we do... it makes us not react like normal people. Everything's different for us."
"Yeah Ah know. Ah should have known better. Ah do know better. Just wasn't really thinkin'. Godamn, if he wasn't so hot, Ah wouldn't have frozen up so bad. Geez," he blew a snort. "Somethin's wrong with me when Ah'm all turned on by some guy gettin' rough with me."
Amanda barked out a laugh at that. "If there's something wrong with you, then there's definitely something wrong with me," she said, grinning wickedly. "I'd steer clear of Remy, tho'. Not that he doesn't sometimes bat for the other team, but he's got an extremely hot girlfriend who can lightning bolt your blue arse."
"Oh, you ain't serious, he's datin' Ro'?" Jay could have headdesked right there but he was thrilled to hear that Remy did occasionally jump the fence, not that he was anywhere near his level. No, he'd just be a piece of ass for the wolf. Finding her laughter settling he shook his shoulders, attempting to encourage his wings to slide back into his shoulders, but no such luck came of that.
"Has been for a while now." She tilted her head at the wriggling. "She's over here a lot, or he's over there. I'm surprised you haven't run into him before now." Getting to her feet, she returned to the kitchen, where the kettle was boiling. "Coffee or tea? I've only got instant in the coffee stakes, I'm afraid. Angie keeps trying to get me to switch."
"Instant's fine. Don't feel like tea right now." He liked coffee anyways. "Yeah, Ah ain't around the mansion much, or Ah wasn't before we got hit. Ah was too busy tryin' to save up, yanno, get school straightened out and work. But damn, if that walked into mah bed every night, Ah'd die happy."
"You really missed out. Back when I came to the school, he'd just turned up himself. Looked eighteen 'cause of some program he'd been through, and acted it. Fucked anything that moved." Her grin, as she returned from the kitchen, was slightly smug. "A few of us came back for more, I can tell you."
"Yeah Ah bet." Jay grinned and his wings slipped back in, easing into his shoulder blades without him realizing. "Thanks for that mental picture, geez. Like Ah need another guy hauntin' my dreams," he joked. "Datin' ain't exactly on the agenda right now, yanno? Kevin kinda bailed so..." he shrugged.
She passed him a mug of coffee and curled up in her chair with her own tea. "'S funny. All these changes... and you're still the same old love-starved kid you were in high school," she teased. "This is why you don't think, sometimes - all the blood's concentrated in your pants."
"Yeah well ya think Ah would be gifted a bit bigger if all the blood was there," he snorted, though he took the cup with grateful appreciation. "Ah don't seem changed cause Ah'm tryin' to grin and bear it. Dani helped with it, so did Garrsion but like," he shook his head. "Anything hostile and Ah feel like Ah'm spinning. like with Remy, Ah was gonna fight 'em," he said. "Now Ah dunno the guy but it didn't seem like the smartest move there."
"With Remy, definitely not the smartest thing - with his training, he could have killed you before you blinked, if he was sure you were a threat." Amanda studied him over the rim of her mug. "It's the old thing, isn't it? Sex and violence, two sides of the same coin. When you get the urge for one, the other comes up. Attacking feels good to you now, so when you get the urge to fuck, it comes out as wanting to fight, and vice-versa. 'S the same with Sarah."
There were few people he could admit this to, wanting to screw as much as he wanted to kill in the same instance but at least Amanda was one that could relate to it. "Yeah, only difference is, Ah ain't used to it. I'd rather not gouge who Ah'm fuckin' around with. Not like Ah'm, yanno, attractive now. But still. Who's Sarah? Sarah who?" he asked, not recognizing the name.
"You're still very pretty, Boy Blue," she told him, mock-soothingly. "Sarah's one of ours. She was at the school when I was there, called herself the monster in the basement. She and Jono were close. Her power's pretty fucked up - healing factor and accelerated bone growth - and she was brought up in the Morlock tunnels believing she wasn't human. It takes a lot to make her hurt and with her powers, her sense of touch is all messed up and she likes it rough." Taking a sip of her tea, Amanda continued. "You know, it might do you some good to talk to her. She could give you some perspective on things."
"Yeah? Maybe, yeah, Ah'd like that." He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. He didn't really know what to say about her compliment of him being still pretty because he thought it was more than that, that though he was feeling remotely okay with himself, he didn't really feel whole. There was still missing things, pieces and whatnot, like he was still channeling it. Not being whole wasn't very attractive. At least not to him. "Could you like, introduce us or somethin' so Ah don't seem like Ah'm randomly asking her stupid questions." Because they felt stupid, no matter who he asked.
"Well, considering what happened last time you went wandering the place, I think I'd better, don't you?" she suggested with another laugh. "But yeah, sure. Best way to get on her good side, tho'? Offer to spar. I figure you could give her a good run for her money, and she'd like that. Most of us are too breakable for her."
"Huh. Well at least she's a girl. She won't mind it when Ah get a hard-on for her," he shook his head. "Yanno, Ah feel like the boy with loose shorts in gym class right?" He grinned. "Can't wait to meet her."
She grinned. "Like I said, there's changes, but not that many. Still a randy bastard. I blame the healing factor - all you lot are the same that way."
After being buzzed in, Jay folded up his wings and wandered inside. It wasn't as though he hadn't come here before but he wasn't so good on the details of knowing exactly where her apartment was. Today he opted for change from his usual black, reverting back to holes in a pair of shaded buffalo jeans. It was cool outside, crisp weather that threatened to break from winter's long hold, so he worn a blued faded hoodie, opting for most of his attire to be blue even though his red hair and yellow eyes contrasted the three primary colours. Rounding a corner, he nearly did a typical collide between strangers, no thanks to his head rolling over some lyrics he probably should have written down.
"Sorry," he said, his apology firm but polite, as though there was not much room for argument concerning whose fault it was.
Remy sighed and wiped the spilled coffee from his shirt. Situational awareness or not, you had to be paying at least some attention to make it work, and being absorbed in a set of illegally obtained intelligence memos from Syria tended to get in the way.
"Happens. De shirt washes." Remy looked up and blinked. "You're de blue one, Jay. Remy remember you from de Blue Area Mesa."
Jay paused, lifting his gaze to the dark red eyes and no flicker of recognition came across his face. "Yeah? Who are you?" Dark, handsome, mysterious. That description fit for most of the snowvalley folks, though he couldn't recall this one.
"Remy LeBeau. Dis is my home, which begs de question, you here to visit someone, or you looking for help?" Remy said, not at all perturbed by the yellow stare. Some of the mansion staff visited semi-regularly, but this was the first time he'd seen Guthrie here, and his instincts to dig for information took over.
"Oh yeah, Ah've heard of you." But whatever he heard, it was very little and only in passing conversations that he walked by. Other than that, he didn't know anything of the other man. "Lookin' for Amanda, that's all. Just visitin'." He ran a hand through his hair, a usual habit and hooked his fingers off his neck. "This might sound a lil' weird, but did you guys hear anythin' from Pete?"
"Pete's been... busy." Remy said carefully. Truth was, he didn't have a lot of information on Wisdom, and the other man had been guarded the few times they'd spoken. That was something that was going to have to change.
"Oh," the younger man seemed disappointed by this but he didn't push Remy for more information, mostly because he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to know. Out of the three of them, none of them knew much about Pete, except maybe Garrison and whatever he did say, well, he didn't say it to them.
"Well, yanno, Mandy's waitin' prolly," he tossed a nod over his shoulder and walked backwards. She wasn't, but under the red stare of debonair, Jay wasn't sure what was worse; the heated temperature rising to his cheeks or his racing heartbeat. "Nice to meet you."
"She probably is, and you've already passed her door. So, Jay, where were you going?" The sentence was delivered calmly, but it had a kind of edge to it that hinted at more. A shapeshifter's arm had already been taken, and even after Jay's reworking at the hands of Blaquesmith, an outsider wouldn't necessarily know the changes were more than physical. Guthrie had connections with Mark and Amanda, and was before as non-threatening a potential mask to use for infiltration as possible. "Dere something on de next floor dat you were planning to look into?"
Jay stopped backing up, his feet planted firmly into the ground, acutely aware of the distance between them. "Like what?" he asked honestly, offended by the underlying accusation. "You got apple pie or somethin hidin' up there?" he joked. This was the first time someone had accused him of being anything more than what he was.
Remy's eyes suddenly went very hard, scrutinizing the young man. "What was de personal favour you asked from 'manda when she was still at de school? De one dat almost backfired on her." Remy's voice had gone all the way from edge to saw, and in a hand that had been empty only a second ago, now three cards were held. "Quickly, now."
"What? Oh, this is bullshit--" he snapped and his wings began to jut out, feather by feather. Though what happened between him and Amanda wasn't a secret, he didn't need this, being accused by some strange guy. "She was helpin' me with Kevin, happy?"
"Doing what with Kevin?" Remy said, and now the other man had essentially transformed into something dangerous and right on the edge of being sprung.
"None of your damn business," he narrowed his eyes. This was where a part of his embarrassment kept him from saying what he really saw, that if Remy knew what had happened, then he didn't need to know the rest. Jay's wing's stilled, his back muscles tensed and he was very aware of every part of Remy's body.
The charged card was up under Jay's eye before he could even blink, and the man had moved impossibly fast, one hand latched on to his windpipe. The card glowed and crackled in purple, the lethality of it underlined as it hovered less than a quarter of an inch from Jay's eye.
"I've got shapeshifters caught in funny games and a young man dat doesn't seem to know where he's going. So you have one last chance to prove who you are, or I will end you here."
He sucked in a sharp breath before it was tightened, cut off and Jay jerked in the grasp, giving in. He really didn't want to go through another session of ass kicking because someone was going off on his crazy. "So Ah could see 'em okay? 'et go," he grunted, looking to pull from Remy's grasp.
The pressure suddenly released, and the card was withdrawn, flaming out with a popping sound in Remy's hand. "Good enough. Next time, be sure you know where you going, Jay. Dis is a bad time to make people suspicious."
The Cajun stepped back, the coiled violence gone from his stance.
Jay's body slumped down and he straightened his spine, shaking out his wings with a snort. Rubbing his throat where Remy was holding him, he frowned. What was with people and grabbing him by the throat all the time? Logan, Kane, and now Remy? That needed to be on his top priority list of how to get out of a hold like that.
"Okay, gez, sorry," came his grief reply. All his wit left him at the threat and he walked by Remy, conscious of where that card was put away.
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Jay gets to Amanda's door and has a little trouble cooling the side effects of his aggressive side. Amanda brings in some perspective and a suggestion.
The run in with Remy had Jay visibly on edge so when he knocked on the door, it was hard, brief as opposed to the lazy way he usually was. The whole scenario set some instinct on full mode and he was having trouble shaking it, even trying to close up his wings was something he couldn't accomplish. It told him he wasn't still in full control and apart of him regretted coming, especially the accusation that he wasn't himself. "Amanda?" Jay called into the door frame.
"Come in!" came the muffled reply. As the door opened, Amanda's voice came from the kitchen. "I'm just putting the kettle on. You want anything?"
"Yeah, maybe a good shot of some good guy serum," he joked, closing the door behind him. "Why does everyone go for mah throat when they wantin' to kill me?" he asked.
Amanda raised her eyebrows. "Trying to kill you?" she asked. "What happened?"
"Nothin'. Only that Ah met some guy named Remy and he nearly took mah throat off cause Ah was wanderin' a bit. Hey, how does he know about Kevin?.. Cabot Ah mean."
"You were wandering around the brownstone and you ran into Remy." Amanda set down the kettle she'd been filling and came out into the living room. "Jay, do you remember what we do here? For a living?"
"Yeah Ah know, but gez, c'mon Amanda. Me? A threat? Since.." he was going to ask since when? but he knew the answer to that and sat down on the arm of her couch.
"People try to kill us regular. We've got Jake hiding out here from some fuckers who stole his arm. And Remy's a suspicious bastard who used to be the most notorious assassin in Europe." Amanda shook her head at him. "I swear, Jay, sometimes I think if brains were explosives you wouldn't have enough to blow your nose." It was said with a certain wry fondness, however. "And Remy knows about Kevin 'cause he used to keep an eye out for me at the school. Remember when I did that summoning for you? Remy asked me about it and I told him - he was worried about me exploding my brain."
He sighed and the comment about him lacking brain cells rolled off his shoulders. "All right. Sorry. It's just seriously, Ah ain't never hurt no one before all this and Ah ain't really used to being the bad guy, if you know what Ah mean." He wasn't mad at her for telling Remy about Kevin, just thrown off.
"It's not about being a bad guy or not, Jay. It's about not knowing who the random guy wandering the halls is, that's all." Amanda perched on the arm of her chair, hands dangling between her knees. In jeans and t-shirt and bare feet, she looked like any college student. "What we are here, what we do... it makes us not react like normal people. Everything's different for us."
"Yeah Ah know. Ah should have known better. Ah do know better. Just wasn't really thinkin'. Godamn, if he wasn't so hot, Ah wouldn't have frozen up so bad. Geez," he blew a snort. "Somethin's wrong with me when Ah'm all turned on by some guy gettin' rough with me."
Amanda barked out a laugh at that. "If there's something wrong with you, then there's definitely something wrong with me," she said, grinning wickedly. "I'd steer clear of Remy, tho'. Not that he doesn't sometimes bat for the other team, but he's got an extremely hot girlfriend who can lightning bolt your blue arse."
"Oh, you ain't serious, he's datin' Ro'?" Jay could have headdesked right there but he was thrilled to hear that Remy did occasionally jump the fence, not that he was anywhere near his level. No, he'd just be a piece of ass for the wolf. Finding her laughter settling he shook his shoulders, attempting to encourage his wings to slide back into his shoulders, but no such luck came of that.
"Has been for a while now." She tilted her head at the wriggling. "She's over here a lot, or he's over there. I'm surprised you haven't run into him before now." Getting to her feet, she returned to the kitchen, where the kettle was boiling. "Coffee or tea? I've only got instant in the coffee stakes, I'm afraid. Angie keeps trying to get me to switch."
"Instant's fine. Don't feel like tea right now." He liked coffee anyways. "Yeah, Ah ain't around the mansion much, or Ah wasn't before we got hit. Ah was too busy tryin' to save up, yanno, get school straightened out and work. But damn, if that walked into mah bed every night, Ah'd die happy."
"You really missed out. Back when I came to the school, he'd just turned up himself. Looked eighteen 'cause of some program he'd been through, and acted it. Fucked anything that moved." Her grin, as she returned from the kitchen, was slightly smug. "A few of us came back for more, I can tell you."
"Yeah Ah bet." Jay grinned and his wings slipped back in, easing into his shoulder blades without him realizing. "Thanks for that mental picture, geez. Like Ah need another guy hauntin' my dreams," he joked. "Datin' ain't exactly on the agenda right now, yanno? Kevin kinda bailed so..." he shrugged.
She passed him a mug of coffee and curled up in her chair with her own tea. "'S funny. All these changes... and you're still the same old love-starved kid you were in high school," she teased. "This is why you don't think, sometimes - all the blood's concentrated in your pants."
"Yeah well ya think Ah would be gifted a bit bigger if all the blood was there," he snorted, though he took the cup with grateful appreciation. "Ah don't seem changed cause Ah'm tryin' to grin and bear it. Dani helped with it, so did Garrsion but like," he shook his head. "Anything hostile and Ah feel like Ah'm spinning. like with Remy, Ah was gonna fight 'em," he said. "Now Ah dunno the guy but it didn't seem like the smartest move there."
"With Remy, definitely not the smartest thing - with his training, he could have killed you before you blinked, if he was sure you were a threat." Amanda studied him over the rim of her mug. "It's the old thing, isn't it? Sex and violence, two sides of the same coin. When you get the urge for one, the other comes up. Attacking feels good to you now, so when you get the urge to fuck, it comes out as wanting to fight, and vice-versa. 'S the same with Sarah."
There were few people he could admit this to, wanting to screw as much as he wanted to kill in the same instance but at least Amanda was one that could relate to it. "Yeah, only difference is, Ah ain't used to it. I'd rather not gouge who Ah'm fuckin' around with. Not like Ah'm, yanno, attractive now. But still. Who's Sarah? Sarah who?" he asked, not recognizing the name.
"You're still very pretty, Boy Blue," she told him, mock-soothingly. "Sarah's one of ours. She was at the school when I was there, called herself the monster in the basement. She and Jono were close. Her power's pretty fucked up - healing factor and accelerated bone growth - and she was brought up in the Morlock tunnels believing she wasn't human. It takes a lot to make her hurt and with her powers, her sense of touch is all messed up and she likes it rough." Taking a sip of her tea, Amanda continued. "You know, it might do you some good to talk to her. She could give you some perspective on things."
"Yeah? Maybe, yeah, Ah'd like that." He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. He didn't really know what to say about her compliment of him being still pretty because he thought it was more than that, that though he was feeling remotely okay with himself, he didn't really feel whole. There was still missing things, pieces and whatnot, like he was still channeling it. Not being whole wasn't very attractive. At least not to him. "Could you like, introduce us or somethin' so Ah don't seem like Ah'm randomly asking her stupid questions." Because they felt stupid, no matter who he asked.
"Well, considering what happened last time you went wandering the place, I think I'd better, don't you?" she suggested with another laugh. "But yeah, sure. Best way to get on her good side, tho'? Offer to spar. I figure you could give her a good run for her money, and she'd like that. Most of us are too breakable for her."
"Huh. Well at least she's a girl. She won't mind it when Ah get a hard-on for her," he shook his head. "Yanno, Ah feel like the boy with loose shorts in gym class right?" He grinned. "Can't wait to meet her."
She grinned. "Like I said, there's changes, but not that many. Still a randy bastard. I blame the healing factor - all you lot are the same that way."
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