Remy and Amanda - backdated to October 6
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xp_logsDropping in to make sure Remy is eating, Amanda updates him on various happenings.
Remy hadn't been around much since his return - the state of him made it pretty obvious why - and while Amanda knew not to fuss over him, she did know that sometimes he needed company, the same as anyone. So there she was with several bags of food from the good Thai place, knocking on his apartment door the same as she had sometimes done before his disappearance. "You hungry, Remy?" she called through the door.
LeBeau cracked an eye open from his sprawl on the couch. Stacks of files outlining what he's missed during his enforced absence surrounded him, in small drifts of intelligence reports and information. While it was more efficient to work with them electronically, Remy had always illogically preferred hard copies, so he could sort details into piles and patterns, using them as a kind of visualization aid as his brain put together the factors of a job or elements of a new operation.
"Come in." He said, slightly muffled as he removed the papers from his chest that he'd fallen asleep reviewing.
"Well, it didn't take you long to get back into the swing of things, did it?" she asked as she opened the door and took in the piles of papers and files. The need for physical paper to go through was something they both shared, the witch preferring books to computer screens any day. She held up the plastic bag. "I figured you hadn't eaten yet, so I picked up extra. 'S that chilli thing you like."
"Bein. Remy remember a pastry 'bout ten, but dat's been it." His bruises were healing, faster than normal thanks to the Cajun's accelerated metabolism. For whatever reason, hematomas were not long lasting, likely due to the mix of chemicals in his blood thanks to the Agency when they experimented on him. "North made his final check in yet?"
"Yep. 'S all good" Amanda came in and set the bag down on the floor while she began clearing the coffee table with practiced movements - this had been something of a regular habit, back before he'd disappeared. "No problems and he's got the drop off points if he needs to get in touch. Mark's sorted as well. I guess we'll have to look for someone to volunteer to do the front desk now, yeah?" She wasn't serious - they'd manage and the office was mostly cover any way.
"Put up a cardboard cutout and switch de computer over to dat 'Peggle' thing and people might not even notice he's missing." Remy tore off the top of the bag, and fished out his peanut chicken, heavily laced with red and yellow thai chilis. After a full year of Tante Mattie's cooking, there was no spice that required any caution for LeBeau. "As for North, guess now we wait, and he hear from him when we need to. Might need to put Marie-Ange in de field more, cover some of his areas."
Clearing done, Amanda sat cross-legged on the floor so the coffee table was now level with her chest. She fished out a plastic spork and her own container of pad thai (no shrimp, extra chicken) peeling off the lid carefully before looking up at Remy. "We'll manage, even three short. What about you? You sticking around for a bit?"
"Barring being taken hostage by Symkarian rednecks again." He said around a mouthful, eating with small, rapid bites. "Dere's a lot of work to be done, and frankly, Remy tired of spending months dodging police and operatives in Africa and Europe. Wears you down, makes you sloppy. Neither is a healthy state in our job."
"Good." There was a lot more Amanda could say, about missing him, worrying about him, about her powers issues, but in the end, she knew she didn't need to. Remy knew. "So, your two new mates, the Mengo Brothers... they're part of the assets now?" she asked instead, forking noodles into herself and talking with her mouth half-full.
"Oui. Very damaged, violent and dim assets. But, you know, underneath de random cruelty and senseless violence, dey actually not bad company, if you can put up wit' de music." LeBeau shook his head. He'd met many interesting characters during his career, but the Mengo Brothers had jumped up near the top of the list quickly.
"Hey, I listen to music that, 'cording to some, sounds like someone gargling while juggling chainsaws, so there's all sorts of things I can put up with. Tho' I think I'll steer clear of the random cruelty and senseless violence part." She poked around at her food, thinking rather than eating. "You catch up with 'Ro yet?"
"A bit. She's still re-organizing de X-Men after de Boy Scout and Jean went on vacation. Seems like Remy not de only one wit' a heavy workload dese days. Anything dat I should know 'bout going on?"
"Forge has taken off too - something about setting up the West Coast Annex as a second leather brigade base rather than just training." Amanda's ties with various mansion residents proved to be a handy source of information sometimes. "So we might want to keep an eye on things while he's gone, make sure no-one takes adavantage." She pondered the various bits of news she'd acquired over the last few weeks. "Haven't heard from Pete for a bit. Oh, and Ange and I broke up."
"Huh. Job?" Remy said, not really needing more words. They'd known each other long enough to know what the other was thinking half the time, and the unspoken questions had already been said in her mannerisms and movements.
"Some," she replied in kind. "Sleeping with people to get info wasn't exactly part of the relationshp deal. Not all, tho'. We're not the same people any more and it was fading out anyway. We're still mates, tho' - we work better that way, I think."
Remy shrugged. He actually liked Angelo, but thought the young man was completely unsuited for the kind of life that they led, or even for the X-Men. There was too much there that was tied up with a Latin sense of honour, and mano-a-mano that would suit him very well in his work with Elpis, but was much more likely to get him killed as an X-Man. "Dat really how you feel, or dat de sensible, safe way to feel 'bout it?"
"It hurts," Amanda admitted. "But not as much as I thought. I was more worried about hurting his feelings than about mine, which says something, don't it? So yeah, for once how I feel and the safe sensible way are actually the same."
"Sounds like a sign of de Apocalypse to me. Get ready for de rains of blood and de locusts. God is big on locusts, you know."
She laughed out loud at that. "Well, I'll keep an eye out then. Make sure I've got the blood-proof raincoat on if I go outside."
"Dat's why I wear dis trenchcoat all de time."
"I"d wondered." Amanda chuckled and reached for the food bag again. "Oh, I got you dessert," she said, would-be casually, pulling out a small white box. After a moment of fiddling with her lighter, she presented him with a small cup-cake, complete with burning candle. "I figured you weren't up for the big party, but, you know. Wanted to do something." She smiled. "'S good to have you back, Remy. Happy birthday."
Remy hadn't been around much since his return - the state of him made it pretty obvious why - and while Amanda knew not to fuss over him, she did know that sometimes he needed company, the same as anyone. So there she was with several bags of food from the good Thai place, knocking on his apartment door the same as she had sometimes done before his disappearance. "You hungry, Remy?" she called through the door.
LeBeau cracked an eye open from his sprawl on the couch. Stacks of files outlining what he's missed during his enforced absence surrounded him, in small drifts of intelligence reports and information. While it was more efficient to work with them electronically, Remy had always illogically preferred hard copies, so he could sort details into piles and patterns, using them as a kind of visualization aid as his brain put together the factors of a job or elements of a new operation.
"Come in." He said, slightly muffled as he removed the papers from his chest that he'd fallen asleep reviewing.
"Well, it didn't take you long to get back into the swing of things, did it?" she asked as she opened the door and took in the piles of papers and files. The need for physical paper to go through was something they both shared, the witch preferring books to computer screens any day. She held up the plastic bag. "I figured you hadn't eaten yet, so I picked up extra. 'S that chilli thing you like."
"Bein. Remy remember a pastry 'bout ten, but dat's been it." His bruises were healing, faster than normal thanks to the Cajun's accelerated metabolism. For whatever reason, hematomas were not long lasting, likely due to the mix of chemicals in his blood thanks to the Agency when they experimented on him. "North made his final check in yet?"
"Yep. 'S all good" Amanda came in and set the bag down on the floor while she began clearing the coffee table with practiced movements - this had been something of a regular habit, back before he'd disappeared. "No problems and he's got the drop off points if he needs to get in touch. Mark's sorted as well. I guess we'll have to look for someone to volunteer to do the front desk now, yeah?" She wasn't serious - they'd manage and the office was mostly cover any way.
"Put up a cardboard cutout and switch de computer over to dat 'Peggle' thing and people might not even notice he's missing." Remy tore off the top of the bag, and fished out his peanut chicken, heavily laced with red and yellow thai chilis. After a full year of Tante Mattie's cooking, there was no spice that required any caution for LeBeau. "As for North, guess now we wait, and he hear from him when we need to. Might need to put Marie-Ange in de field more, cover some of his areas."
Clearing done, Amanda sat cross-legged on the floor so the coffee table was now level with her chest. She fished out a plastic spork and her own container of pad thai (no shrimp, extra chicken) peeling off the lid carefully before looking up at Remy. "We'll manage, even three short. What about you? You sticking around for a bit?"
"Barring being taken hostage by Symkarian rednecks again." He said around a mouthful, eating with small, rapid bites. "Dere's a lot of work to be done, and frankly, Remy tired of spending months dodging police and operatives in Africa and Europe. Wears you down, makes you sloppy. Neither is a healthy state in our job."
"Good." There was a lot more Amanda could say, about missing him, worrying about him, about her powers issues, but in the end, she knew she didn't need to. Remy knew. "So, your two new mates, the Mengo Brothers... they're part of the assets now?" she asked instead, forking noodles into herself and talking with her mouth half-full.
"Oui. Very damaged, violent and dim assets. But, you know, underneath de random cruelty and senseless violence, dey actually not bad company, if you can put up wit' de music." LeBeau shook his head. He'd met many interesting characters during his career, but the Mengo Brothers had jumped up near the top of the list quickly.
"Hey, I listen to music that, 'cording to some, sounds like someone gargling while juggling chainsaws, so there's all sorts of things I can put up with. Tho' I think I'll steer clear of the random cruelty and senseless violence part." She poked around at her food, thinking rather than eating. "You catch up with 'Ro yet?"
"A bit. She's still re-organizing de X-Men after de Boy Scout and Jean went on vacation. Seems like Remy not de only one wit' a heavy workload dese days. Anything dat I should know 'bout going on?"
"Forge has taken off too - something about setting up the West Coast Annex as a second leather brigade base rather than just training." Amanda's ties with various mansion residents proved to be a handy source of information sometimes. "So we might want to keep an eye on things while he's gone, make sure no-one takes adavantage." She pondered the various bits of news she'd acquired over the last few weeks. "Haven't heard from Pete for a bit. Oh, and Ange and I broke up."
"Huh. Job?" Remy said, not really needing more words. They'd known each other long enough to know what the other was thinking half the time, and the unspoken questions had already been said in her mannerisms and movements.
"Some," she replied in kind. "Sleeping with people to get info wasn't exactly part of the relationshp deal. Not all, tho'. We're not the same people any more and it was fading out anyway. We're still mates, tho' - we work better that way, I think."
Remy shrugged. He actually liked Angelo, but thought the young man was completely unsuited for the kind of life that they led, or even for the X-Men. There was too much there that was tied up with a Latin sense of honour, and mano-a-mano that would suit him very well in his work with Elpis, but was much more likely to get him killed as an X-Man. "Dat really how you feel, or dat de sensible, safe way to feel 'bout it?"
"It hurts," Amanda admitted. "But not as much as I thought. I was more worried about hurting his feelings than about mine, which says something, don't it? So yeah, for once how I feel and the safe sensible way are actually the same."
"Sounds like a sign of de Apocalypse to me. Get ready for de rains of blood and de locusts. God is big on locusts, you know."
She laughed out loud at that. "Well, I'll keep an eye out then. Make sure I've got the blood-proof raincoat on if I go outside."
"Dat's why I wear dis trenchcoat all de time."
"I"d wondered." Amanda chuckled and reached for the food bag again. "Oh, I got you dessert," she said, would-be casually, pulling out a small white box. After a moment of fiddling with her lighter, she presented him with a small cup-cake, complete with burning candle. "I figured you weren't up for the big party, but, you know. Wanted to do something." She smiled. "'S good to have you back, Remy. Happy birthday."
