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xp_logs2004-10-16 02:07 pm
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Log: Charles, Cain, and Remy.
Close to 2am, Saturday morning
It was finally starting to get chilly at night, Xavier noted abstractly. The breeze off of the lake was decided brisk, and it wouldn't be long until snow was falling. He smiled at the random thought, as if he was simply out for some air and not leading a former assassin to his mystically empowered brother's home to see if he had space. Behind, Remy ghosted along, making little noise on the pathway.
Cain's attention was lifted from his work by the clattering noise on his porch. Placing his drafting pencil down on the desk, he cocked his head. The whirring and creaking meant one thing - Xavier was trying to get his damn wheelchair over the second step. Even with the rough terrain attachment, only six inches of ground clearance meant Cain adjusted that step to be six and a quarter.
Rolling up the blueprints he'd been modifying and sliding them into a cardboard tube, Cain lumbered over to the door, opening it to see Charles' wheelchair lurch up onto the porch with a quick surge. But Cain's attention was focused on the young man standing behind Charles. "Pretty early for someone to be sentenced to mucking the stables, ain't it, Chuck?"
"If only things were that simple, Cain. May we come in?" Xavier said pleasently. Behind him, Remy resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably. The night had been extremely trying for him, and the sudden emergence of the towering groundskeeper was not a way to calm him much.
With a shrug, Cain stepped back, holding the door for his uninvited guests. Looking the younger man over, Cain tried to match the face up with a name in his brain. Something French. LeBeau, right. The one everyone was bitching about - right, the assassin. In his living room.
"Chuck? You wanna let me know what this is about?"
"It's somewhat complicated, Cain." Charles said, heading into the house. Remy followed, under the eye of Marko as he crossed the threshhold. "I'm sure you remember Remy?"
"Mostly from reputation," Cain remarked. "Hell of a lot of rumors about the kid - didn't expect to see you bringing him back again, what with the implied death threats and all."
"Didn't expect t' be back myself, homme." Remy said.
"Remy came to me for help, Cain. I'll leave the details for him to describe, but suffice to say, he is in a unique situation. The CIA, or at least a branch of it, used Remy as an agent for many years. When they were almost discovered, the telepathically erased his memories and dumped him on the street."
"Whatta fuckin' tragedy," Cain grumbled. "Well, welcome to Xavier's. Don't break nothin' and no swimming without a lifeguard. So you got another charity case, Chuck. What do you want me to do about it?"
"As you've likely read, Remy's last time here was not received well, due to circumstances mostly beyond his control. He-" Xavier paused, "we feel that it might be best if he stays here until the others can adjust to the idea of him being back at the school."
"Well, it's your call if he stays, I mean, that's what you have the school for--" Cain paused in mid-sentence. "Stay HERE?"
"Yes. Just until the students realize that he doesn't pose a threat." Charles said mildly. Behind him, Remy continued his very focused study of the ceiling, trying not to look at the eight foot explosion in the making.
Cain wiped a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth. "And how long's THAT going to be, Chuck? Half of them want to see him gone, a good third of those would prefer it if he's in a pine box." Cain turned towards Remy, shaking a finger. "You - I don't know what in the fuck you did, but damn if you ain't pissed off everyone here. Not to mention what you did to Doc Bartlett ain't exactly endeared you to a lot of folks neither."
"Remy's staying is my idea, Cain. His situation is complex, much like Nathan or Logan's. I will not turn someone away simply because it is more conveinent for everyone." Charles said sternly, looking over to Remy and back. "I'm sure it won't be for more than a few months, until everyone has a chance to see that there are marked differences between Remy and the man he was then."
"Well," Cain replied, "Nathan's a good man, and Logan was a complete fuck-up on your part, so you're fifty-percent there." Cain paused, taking in Remy for a moment. "You saying you coulda killed Doc Bartlett, but you just knocked her out outta the kindness of your heart, huh?"
"Dere was no other way t' get out." Remy said, meeting the larger man's eyes. "It's not much of an excuse, but it's de truth."
Cain nodded. "Good. If you'd have tried some pity-poor-me excuse, I'd have tossed you through a wall. Long as you know that shit doesn't stand around here. You go apeshit here and Charles or no Charles, I'll pop your head like a grape. Couch is yours until I figure something out."
"Thank you, Cain." Charles said, and turned to Remy. "I'll make an announcement in the morning, after I've had a chance to speak with the staff. Your access to the computer system will be activated by then. Good night." Xavier maneuvered the chair out the door, and Cain smiled at the muted curse as it bumped awkwardly down the steps.
It was finally starting to get chilly at night, Xavier noted abstractly. The breeze off of the lake was decided brisk, and it wouldn't be long until snow was falling. He smiled at the random thought, as if he was simply out for some air and not leading a former assassin to his mystically empowered brother's home to see if he had space. Behind, Remy ghosted along, making little noise on the pathway.
Cain's attention was lifted from his work by the clattering noise on his porch. Placing his drafting pencil down on the desk, he cocked his head. The whirring and creaking meant one thing - Xavier was trying to get his damn wheelchair over the second step. Even with the rough terrain attachment, only six inches of ground clearance meant Cain adjusted that step to be six and a quarter.
Rolling up the blueprints he'd been modifying and sliding them into a cardboard tube, Cain lumbered over to the door, opening it to see Charles' wheelchair lurch up onto the porch with a quick surge. But Cain's attention was focused on the young man standing behind Charles. "Pretty early for someone to be sentenced to mucking the stables, ain't it, Chuck?"
"If only things were that simple, Cain. May we come in?" Xavier said pleasently. Behind him, Remy resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably. The night had been extremely trying for him, and the sudden emergence of the towering groundskeeper was not a way to calm him much.
With a shrug, Cain stepped back, holding the door for his uninvited guests. Looking the younger man over, Cain tried to match the face up with a name in his brain. Something French. LeBeau, right. The one everyone was bitching about - right, the assassin. In his living room.
"Chuck? You wanna let me know what this is about?"
"It's somewhat complicated, Cain." Charles said, heading into the house. Remy followed, under the eye of Marko as he crossed the threshhold. "I'm sure you remember Remy?"
"Mostly from reputation," Cain remarked. "Hell of a lot of rumors about the kid - didn't expect to see you bringing him back again, what with the implied death threats and all."
"Didn't expect t' be back myself, homme." Remy said.
"Remy came to me for help, Cain. I'll leave the details for him to describe, but suffice to say, he is in a unique situation. The CIA, or at least a branch of it, used Remy as an agent for many years. When they were almost discovered, the telepathically erased his memories and dumped him on the street."
"Whatta fuckin' tragedy," Cain grumbled. "Well, welcome to Xavier's. Don't break nothin' and no swimming without a lifeguard. So you got another charity case, Chuck. What do you want me to do about it?"
"As you've likely read, Remy's last time here was not received well, due to circumstances mostly beyond his control. He-" Xavier paused, "we feel that it might be best if he stays here until the others can adjust to the idea of him being back at the school."
"Well, it's your call if he stays, I mean, that's what you have the school for--" Cain paused in mid-sentence. "Stay HERE?"
"Yes. Just until the students realize that he doesn't pose a threat." Charles said mildly. Behind him, Remy continued his very focused study of the ceiling, trying not to look at the eight foot explosion in the making.
Cain wiped a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth. "And how long's THAT going to be, Chuck? Half of them want to see him gone, a good third of those would prefer it if he's in a pine box." Cain turned towards Remy, shaking a finger. "You - I don't know what in the fuck you did, but damn if you ain't pissed off everyone here. Not to mention what you did to Doc Bartlett ain't exactly endeared you to a lot of folks neither."
"Remy's staying is my idea, Cain. His situation is complex, much like Nathan or Logan's. I will not turn someone away simply because it is more conveinent for everyone." Charles said sternly, looking over to Remy and back. "I'm sure it won't be for more than a few months, until everyone has a chance to see that there are marked differences between Remy and the man he was then."
"Well," Cain replied, "Nathan's a good man, and Logan was a complete fuck-up on your part, so you're fifty-percent there." Cain paused, taking in Remy for a moment. "You saying you coulda killed Doc Bartlett, but you just knocked her out outta the kindness of your heart, huh?"
"Dere was no other way t' get out." Remy said, meeting the larger man's eyes. "It's not much of an excuse, but it's de truth."
Cain nodded. "Good. If you'd have tried some pity-poor-me excuse, I'd have tossed you through a wall. Long as you know that shit doesn't stand around here. You go apeshit here and Charles or no Charles, I'll pop your head like a grape. Couch is yours until I figure something out."
"Thank you, Cain." Charles said, and turned to Remy. "I'll make an announcement in the morning, after I've had a chance to speak with the staff. Your access to the computer system will be activated by then. Good night." Xavier maneuvered the chair out the door, and Cain smiled at the muted curse as it bumped awkwardly down the steps.