Amanda, Jake - Saturday afternoon
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xp_logsAmanda stops by to provide Jake with a break from the files of doom, and it's established that some things - and some people - don't change at all.
Pete's office was getting busier than Kings Cross Station during rush hour, Amanda reflected with a grin as she knocked on the door, two mugs of tea in one hand and a plate of cookies balanced on the top. Not quite the traditional beer and cookies, but beer was hard to come by in the school itself. "Oi, Jake, you been buried under all those files yet?" she called.
Suzanne Christie... Should she go in the events pile or the people pile? Jake stared blankly at the green folder in his hands. This was a tough one. He tossed the folder into the people box when he heard Amanda´s voice. If it was Amanda, she´d have food. Suzanne Christie wasn´t anywhere interesting enough to put that off. "Not yet, but the danger is still there. Come on in, and do you come bearing food?"
"Like I'd dare come anywhere near you an' a pile of files without," came Amanda's amused reply, and she came in bearing her slightly unstable burden. Life without unnecessary magic was a pain in the arse sometimes, she reflected, grabbing the plate with her free hand after closing the door behind her. As always, there was a slight pang as she looked around the room - it was largely unchanged, and it reminded her of many a chat with Pete about everything and nothing. "So Remy's gone an' bunked off again an' left you with all of Pete's stuff t' go through?" she asked curiously, coming over to the desk and setting a mug and the cookie plate in front of him.
"Yeah, pretty much." Jake nodded, reaching out to grab a cookie. "Hey, watch out for that pile!" he warned. "It´s one of those Remy read before he took off. I really don´t wanna have to reread them. But you can move that box," he added, before eating the cookie happily.
"I know beer's better, but as it's been pointed out, this is a school," Amanda said with a grin, shifting the said box and perching on the chair it had been sitting on. "Well, if you ignore the plane in the basement an' all, it is. How's it goin'?"
"Slowly. Apparently Pete considers computers the work of the devil, or he just likes writing by hand, I don´t know, and I think it was filed by who he got the information from or something, because I can´t..." He trailed off. "Are you okay?"
The grin turned wry, and she wrapped her hands around her own mug, seeking comfort in the familiarity and warmth. "As okay as you can be when yer guardian's buggered off t' kill yer boyfriend's dad," she said, glad she was hitting the right note of humour. Jake made it easier to do that, he always had. Right from the day he'd shoved those cookies under the door after the love potion. She shrugged. "Just don't like the waitin' for somethin' t' happen. It'll be soon, I know, just don't know when."
He gave the plate of cookies a thoughtful look, then held it out towards Amanda. "You need a cookie." He leaned back in his chair with his mug, once she´d taken one. "I don´t really have a problem waiting, but then I mostly only do it when I´m at work, and I imagine that´s different. Pete´s doing what he thinks he has to do, from what I can tell."
Amanda nodded, nibbling on thhe cookie. As always when she was worried, her appetite was playing funny buggers, but cookies made everything easier to deal with. "Oh, 's not what he's doin' that's botherin' me - that fucker needs t' die, after everythin' he's done t' me an' mine. 'S just the way he's doin' it - he wants t' make a show of it, let everyone know he's not t' be fucked with, an' Remy says that could bring the whole Hellfire Club down on us." She frowned at that thought - Selene was bad enough, but the whole Club?
"It could, yeah, but that´s why me and Remy are here. And personally, I think this place if far too public for them to mess with for real." Jake shrugged. "I could be wrong, of course, as some of them are rather... strange." And pretty darn terrifying, underneath all the posing. He didn´t say that out loud though. Amanda was probably all too aware of that.
She gave him a grateful smile. Amongst all Remy's doomsaying, it was good to have someone else's perspective. And she wasn't worried for herself - Pete wouldn't let anything happen to her, she knew that. But the rest... "'S good t' be able t' talk 'bout it," she admitted. "Remy said it was best I don't say anythin', an' I haven't, but keepin' secrets, 'specially from Manuel... 's hard. An' then with Nate gettin' hurt an' all..." She let the thought trail away. "Was that why Remy dragged you back? T' help protect the place?"
"Nah, it was love at first sight. He just couldn´t stand being without me anymore. Completely understandable, of course."
She snickered. "Yeah, that's what you get for bein' so drop-dead gorgeous," she teased, relaxing into the chair a little and taking a sip of tea before reaching over and snagging another cookie before Jake finished them all. "It's a burden."
"It truly is." Jake looked truly put upon for a moment, then grinned and ate another cookie. "But, yeah, I´m here to try and keep this place safe from Bad Men and Evil Doers. Of course, since it is just me and Remy, he wants me to start field work too. Which is understandable, but a bit of a bitch, because I´m not exactly a sharp shooter, you know?"
She looked a little perturbed by that, but pushed it down well. They were professionals, they knew what they were doing... even if Jake didn't exactly give that impression sometimes. "Well, hopefully you're better at that than you are a counsellor," she said, teasingly.
"I´m better at most things, than I am as a counsellor," he replied, wryly. "Besides, bad guys are generally easier to understand than your standard teenager, I´ve found."
"We just like t' keep you on yer toes, is all," Amanda told him, mock-seriously. "Good practice for the bad guys." She gave him a Look. "An' if you get yerself shot, I'm gunna be right pissed off with you. Bullets are a bastard t' magic."
"Oh, don´t worry about that," Jake dismissed easily. "I can take care of myself. I do know how to do my job, you know." He grinned at her. "Even Wisdom knows that."
"Knew there was a reason he hadn't done somethin' horrible to you yet." Amanda looked down at one of the many bits of paper strewn on the desk, and peered at Pete's handwriting. "Um, Jake? This is just an address for a curry place in London," she said with a small chuckle. "I know the place. Nothin' secret agent-y at all - Pete just likes their chicken korma a lot."
He squinted at the paper. "Are you sure? Could be drugs, or guns, or something weird and inventively bizarre related to a mutant power."
Amanda nodded. "Yep - Pete's handwritin's not that hard t' read really. Not compared t' spell books, any way."
"You can read Pete´s handwriting?"
Amanda looked up at the excited tone in Jake's voice. "Um, yeah?" she answered, perhaps a little cautiously.
"Great! You´re hired!" Jake pointed towards one of the boxes. "Those are the ones I couldn´t read at all, and these are the ones I wasn´t sure about and--"
"Sometimes," Amanda said to herself, looking at the boxes. "I really need t' learn t' keep me mouth shut."
Pete's office was getting busier than Kings Cross Station during rush hour, Amanda reflected with a grin as she knocked on the door, two mugs of tea in one hand and a plate of cookies balanced on the top. Not quite the traditional beer and cookies, but beer was hard to come by in the school itself. "Oi, Jake, you been buried under all those files yet?" she called.
Suzanne Christie... Should she go in the events pile or the people pile? Jake stared blankly at the green folder in his hands. This was a tough one. He tossed the folder into the people box when he heard Amanda´s voice. If it was Amanda, she´d have food. Suzanne Christie wasn´t anywhere interesting enough to put that off. "Not yet, but the danger is still there. Come on in, and do you come bearing food?"
"Like I'd dare come anywhere near you an' a pile of files without," came Amanda's amused reply, and she came in bearing her slightly unstable burden. Life without unnecessary magic was a pain in the arse sometimes, she reflected, grabbing the plate with her free hand after closing the door behind her. As always, there was a slight pang as she looked around the room - it was largely unchanged, and it reminded her of many a chat with Pete about everything and nothing. "So Remy's gone an' bunked off again an' left you with all of Pete's stuff t' go through?" she asked curiously, coming over to the desk and setting a mug and the cookie plate in front of him.
"Yeah, pretty much." Jake nodded, reaching out to grab a cookie. "Hey, watch out for that pile!" he warned. "It´s one of those Remy read before he took off. I really don´t wanna have to reread them. But you can move that box," he added, before eating the cookie happily.
"I know beer's better, but as it's been pointed out, this is a school," Amanda said with a grin, shifting the said box and perching on the chair it had been sitting on. "Well, if you ignore the plane in the basement an' all, it is. How's it goin'?"
"Slowly. Apparently Pete considers computers the work of the devil, or he just likes writing by hand, I don´t know, and I think it was filed by who he got the information from or something, because I can´t..." He trailed off. "Are you okay?"
The grin turned wry, and she wrapped her hands around her own mug, seeking comfort in the familiarity and warmth. "As okay as you can be when yer guardian's buggered off t' kill yer boyfriend's dad," she said, glad she was hitting the right note of humour. Jake made it easier to do that, he always had. Right from the day he'd shoved those cookies under the door after the love potion. She shrugged. "Just don't like the waitin' for somethin' t' happen. It'll be soon, I know, just don't know when."
He gave the plate of cookies a thoughtful look, then held it out towards Amanda. "You need a cookie." He leaned back in his chair with his mug, once she´d taken one. "I don´t really have a problem waiting, but then I mostly only do it when I´m at work, and I imagine that´s different. Pete´s doing what he thinks he has to do, from what I can tell."
Amanda nodded, nibbling on thhe cookie. As always when she was worried, her appetite was playing funny buggers, but cookies made everything easier to deal with. "Oh, 's not what he's doin' that's botherin' me - that fucker needs t' die, after everythin' he's done t' me an' mine. 'S just the way he's doin' it - he wants t' make a show of it, let everyone know he's not t' be fucked with, an' Remy says that could bring the whole Hellfire Club down on us." She frowned at that thought - Selene was bad enough, but the whole Club?
"It could, yeah, but that´s why me and Remy are here. And personally, I think this place if far too public for them to mess with for real." Jake shrugged. "I could be wrong, of course, as some of them are rather... strange." And pretty darn terrifying, underneath all the posing. He didn´t say that out loud though. Amanda was probably all too aware of that.
She gave him a grateful smile. Amongst all Remy's doomsaying, it was good to have someone else's perspective. And she wasn't worried for herself - Pete wouldn't let anything happen to her, she knew that. But the rest... "'S good t' be able t' talk 'bout it," she admitted. "Remy said it was best I don't say anythin', an' I haven't, but keepin' secrets, 'specially from Manuel... 's hard. An' then with Nate gettin' hurt an' all..." She let the thought trail away. "Was that why Remy dragged you back? T' help protect the place?"
"Nah, it was love at first sight. He just couldn´t stand being without me anymore. Completely understandable, of course."
She snickered. "Yeah, that's what you get for bein' so drop-dead gorgeous," she teased, relaxing into the chair a little and taking a sip of tea before reaching over and snagging another cookie before Jake finished them all. "It's a burden."
"It truly is." Jake looked truly put upon for a moment, then grinned and ate another cookie. "But, yeah, I´m here to try and keep this place safe from Bad Men and Evil Doers. Of course, since it is just me and Remy, he wants me to start field work too. Which is understandable, but a bit of a bitch, because I´m not exactly a sharp shooter, you know?"
She looked a little perturbed by that, but pushed it down well. They were professionals, they knew what they were doing... even if Jake didn't exactly give that impression sometimes. "Well, hopefully you're better at that than you are a counsellor," she said, teasingly.
"I´m better at most things, than I am as a counsellor," he replied, wryly. "Besides, bad guys are generally easier to understand than your standard teenager, I´ve found."
"We just like t' keep you on yer toes, is all," Amanda told him, mock-seriously. "Good practice for the bad guys." She gave him a Look. "An' if you get yerself shot, I'm gunna be right pissed off with you. Bullets are a bastard t' magic."
"Oh, don´t worry about that," Jake dismissed easily. "I can take care of myself. I do know how to do my job, you know." He grinned at her. "Even Wisdom knows that."
"Knew there was a reason he hadn't done somethin' horrible to you yet." Amanda looked down at one of the many bits of paper strewn on the desk, and peered at Pete's handwriting. "Um, Jake? This is just an address for a curry place in London," she said with a small chuckle. "I know the place. Nothin' secret agent-y at all - Pete just likes their chicken korma a lot."
He squinted at the paper. "Are you sure? Could be drugs, or guns, or something weird and inventively bizarre related to a mutant power."
Amanda nodded. "Yep - Pete's handwritin's not that hard t' read really. Not compared t' spell books, any way."
"You can read Pete´s handwriting?"
Amanda looked up at the excited tone in Jake's voice. "Um, yeah?" she answered, perhaps a little cautiously.
"Great! You´re hired!" Jake pointed towards one of the boxes. "Those are the ones I couldn´t read at all, and these are the ones I wasn´t sure about and--"
"Sometimes," Amanda said to herself, looking at the boxes. "I really need t' learn t' keep me mouth shut."
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Date: 2005-04-03 04:19 am (UTC)You lot mind passing that address along, I've been dying for some decent curry and my usual romps round the city have been run into the ground.
--Nice log, guys and welcome back, Jakie.--