xp_logs | Log: Clarice & Wade (Reply)

In what is possibly the most hilarious suitemate pairing ever, Clarice moves back into the mansion to live with Wade

It hadn't taken all that long to move her stuff from her tiny little apartment in New York to her suite in Westchester thanks to her teleporting most of her stuff over. She had to do it a little at a time because she was limited by weight, but even then it was still faster than driving it up in a car. Not to mention easier than carrying it down five flights of stairs. Oh, the joys of walkup apartments.

Now though, in the suite she was going to share with Wade (whom she had never met and was unsure about in the first place), she surveyed her options, decorating-wise. Wait...what was that? Moving around a suitcase and duffel bag, then around the couch, she realized he had some sort of weird...shrine. Oh, great...wait. "Bea Arthur?" she asked, amazed and enthralled. Okay, this might not suck.

Wade looked up from where he was sharpening his knives, caught sight of what his new suitemate was looking at, and said, "If you malign her, we're going to have to discuss your living arrangements."

"Never," she replied, nearly reverently without looking at him. Knives also did not bother her as she had big sharp ones of her own. Maybe she was out of practice with them (very out of practice, really), but it was just like riding a bike, right? "I might add to it though. She could use a companion."

Quirking an eyebrow, Wade asked, "Who would this companion be? I have to make sure he or she is a suitable match for Bea." The thought of someone adding to his shrine was... not strange in and of itself, it was just that nobody else had ever really... done that before. Depending on who she wanted to add, it might be kind of fun.

"David Bowie," Clarice answered promptly. Who else would she make a shrine for? Going over to where Wade was, she sat down and examined his knives. Very, very good knives. Very, very sharp knives. Very, very pretty knives. And well balanced too. "Me likey. You fence too? Or just like to slice and dice?"

Wade suppressed a smile as he flicked one of his throwing knives back into his wrist sheath. "I don't fence, no - throwing knives are useful, though, and Selma takes care of pretty much anything else I might need to slice and dice." He patted the larger knife still attached to his belt. "I'm guessing you know something about knives, then? I saw something that looked very much like a sword when you were flitting in and out of here earlier."

"I was a hyperactive kid so my mom put me in dance," she explained, which was not entirely true, but not quite a lie either. She had loved dance and it hadn't taken any sort of forcing at all. Plus, she generally had a good deal of energy unless she had been teleporting her life to the mansion or was in grad school, there was something about it that sucked all her energy away. "then when I turned purple and my mutation began to manifest, they didn't let me on the dance team anymore, but I still had energy. So the fencing team took me. All you can see then is a little hair and a hand, so it hid my mutation just fine. I did it for years, then began doing kendo and learning actual sword-fighting here. I used to take the swords on missions, but I gave that up for the field medical kit," a backpack of things they might need depending on the mission.

Nodding, Wade said, "That's pretty impressive - unfortunate about the dance thing, but well. You found something else you love, so that works. David Bowie will be a fine companion for Bea, I think. One of my minions is quite good about finding me wonderful little pieces of Bea Arthur paraphernalia, so it expands accordingly."

Cocking her head to one side, Clarice noticeably perked up, "Minions? You have minions? Where do you get those? I want one!" A minion would be so useful! Especially when it came to things like laundry.

"Oh, here and there," Wade said, putting the rest of his knives away in their usual spots on his person. "I have one protege, one Benevolent Overlord in Training, three minions, a couple kids I'm training, and a half-pint who'll probably graduate to minionhood at some point whenever she figures out what that entails." He grinned. "They're mostly students or graduates. A couple are away with leave."

"Dude...how many do you need?!" Clarice asked, watching Wade carefully. She didn't think she had anything to worry about, but those sheathes were cool too. Maybe she should consider smaller knives like that. They weren't as showy as a sword, but they were possibly more effective. "That's pretty impressive though. Almost as impressive as that shrine."

"You never want to get to a point where you need more minions and you don't have them - as a man from Louisiana once said, overkill is an often underrated achievement." Wade grinned. "And I'm glad you're suitably impressed by my shrine. Marie-Ange enables me, it's pretty awesome."

Clarice nodded, that was good advice whether discussing minions or anything else really. "Wait, Marie-Ange? Are you two like...dating?" Weird.

"Yep," Wade said, still grinning. "Have been for a while. She does the best mini sketches of Bea Arthur ever - and she managed to get me unstuck this one time when we went down a priest hole."

"We were roommates back in the day," Clarice refrained from mentioning that she had thrown shoes at the French girl, "And I bet she does. And...priest hole? Literally? I sense a story. Tell, tell."

Wade laughed, twitching his wrist to make sure the knife there released like it was supposed to before flicking it back into place. "We were in England sort of just to travel around after I spent some more time at Muir and I wanted to go check out this priest hole. Only priests must have had way skinnier shoulders than me, cause I got stuck. So Marie-Ange made some of those little dudes with dreadlocks and burst them on me. I got all ectoplasm-y and was able to go the rest of the way into the priest hole. End of story."

Ooooh, yeah, Clarice nodded, understanding, "This is going to the be the start of a beautiful roommate-ship, Wade," she declared, then promptly glomped him. "I can tell. You're insane in the best way possible."

Wade laughed and patted Clarice on the back. "Skittles, I knew that from the moment you said you'd probably add to my shrine. We'll get along just fine."