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Mystique (lady_blue) wrote in age_of_miracles,
@ 2008-10-22 02:29:00

Entry tags:

gambit, mystique

Thread: Gambit and Mystique
Who: Mystique, Remy LeBeau
When: Tuesday night
Where: the top of one of many large buildings in New York
What: Two thieves, one target, let the games begin.

People weren't really supposed to be up on the roof.

Her very presence, then, was enough to set Mystique apart as "different", something she normally tried to avoid in this sort of situation. But options had been weighed, and there were cameras at all of the other exits to the building, so the roof it was.

Not a particularly difficult job, in the end. A private enterprise, a contract taken out with one of her occasional employers, a man by the name of Frye who wanted a certain program. A banking prototype, so he claimed, and the research she'd done was enough to back that up - hire a thief to steal the software he could then use to steal millions more from everywhere, a tricky sort of situation. Frye hadn't been with her long enough for Mystique to trust him, not with those sort of ambitions, had almost passed off the job or wrecked it entirely, before changing her mind at the last moment. He'd have to hire someone to rework the prototype into something useable, after all, and she had the skills - put on a different face, set it up the way she wanted to, take his money twice and move on.

Once she got off of the roof.

Getting in had been easy. Fingerprint identification, retinal scans, vocal locks, all of these things assumed that people were who they were. Keycards, only slightly more difficult, and passwords had been given to her, the only part that Frye had been able to come up with. She'd charge him for making her do the legwork ... but it hadn't been hard to become the chief technician, slip in after hours as he was wont to do (not tonight, tonight he was sleeping the sleep of the drugged, safely tucked away in the common room to be discovered and blamed in the morning), download the program onto a disk and wipe it from their system. Set the alarms to go off the next time anyone touched them, and out again onto the roof.

The only problem now, of course, was how to get down.

Night wind in her hair, eyes golden and feline to compensate for a lack of anything so convenient as lighting, Mystique made her way to one side of the roof, where an elaborate system of scaffolding spidered down the side of the building.

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diableblanc
2008-10-22 03:08 am UTC (link)

It was unfortunate for her, then, that the scaffolding in question was currently in use. Remy Lebeau carefully made his way up the side of the building, revisiting the building's plans carefully stowed away in his mind. This wasn't going to be a particularly exciting job but Remy needed a chance to do something simple. Something he was good at that didn't involve politics, Essex, or the school.

A good contract solved that problem. Even if the item in question - some banking program - was a little dull. Oh well, they couldn't all be priceless collectibles and Remy wasn't above a bit of business espionage when the occasion called for it. A Guild contract was just that.

At the sight of the woman peering over the edge, Remy froze for a second. Luckily he was good at making use of shadow. He could have been spotted - if the person in question was in possession of night vision (not that he could see) or had some interesting talents of her own (in which case his evening became a lot more interesting). Still, he got the feeling he wouldn't remain hiddne for long.

What were the odds of a woman on the rooftop for a mere evening stroll? Laughable.

With all the stealth in his repertoire, Remy scaled the last few yards upwards to the top of the building, boosting himself up near the unknown factor in his plans. "Bonsoir."

The question of why there was a woman on this particular building remained. And Remy loved a good mystery.

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lady_blue
2008-10-22 10:43 pm UTC (link)

There was a figure moving below. A stealthy figure, who would have been invisible if her eyes hadn't been designed for picking out small, quick-moving things at night ... interesting. A man out for a night stroll, perhaps? A bit of light exercise up the one building Mystique had been commissioned to break into? Stranger coincidences had happened, certainly ... but not to her.

He disappeared from sight for a moment - had he seen her? Or just another coincidence? Either way, he was good. Interesting.

Mystique didn't seem particularly surprised when the man vaulted over the top, took her time looking him over. Relatively nondescript, athletic and attractive, and his eyes ... well, she'd always liked a man with nice eyes.

"Good evening," she replied back, hands lightly on her hips. Her voice was soft tonight, accent faintly British for no particular reason. "Nice night, isn't it?"

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diableblanc
2008-10-23 12:33 am UTC (link)

"Just got better from where I'm standin'," Remy drawled, his accent thicker than necessary for the occasion. He returned the favor with a playful smirk, eying her up and down with visible approval. He also noted the odd sheen to her eyes. The golden color sparked an old memory, though he couldn't quite place it. Not yet at least. Mutant, obviously. This got more interesting by the second.

"Perfect for covert meetin's on rooftops?" He pointed out with a smirk.

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lady_blue
2008-10-23 12:40 am UTC (link)

Aaah yes, the Cajun devil. Remy LeBeau, the charming thief, a name Mystique hadn't come across in quite some time. He'd been doing something with Xavier's lot, once upon a time, which raised eyebrows for her. Their lot didn't tend to do as well at playing nice.

She smiled, spreading her hands slightly in acceptance of the compliment. "So it seems," Mystique agreed, looking around. "It's rather a lovely rooftop. Beautiful view." Which might have referred equally to the skyline, or the newcomer. "Although I have to say, I feel sorry for you. All that climb, for nothing."

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diableblanc
2008-10-23 01:39 am UTC (link)

Remy would be insulted at the idea he couldn't play nice. He rather liked to think he could play quite nice - if the circumstances were right. And the company was agreeable.

He arched brow at her statement. "An' why would you say that? Seems like t'evening is just gettin' started. To what do I owe t'honor of this particular meeting, chere?"

She didn't act like security and none of his records had indicated the building employed a slinky female mutant to deter visitors. He wouldn't have said it was out of the question, just highly unlikely. And if she weren't part of the scenery, then she was there for something as well. Pity, it probably wasn't his company.

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lady_blue
2008-10-23 01:58 am UTC (link)

Mystique laughed softly, shaking her head. "Happenstance, or providence, perhaps," she suggested, smile widening. "For some of us, anyway. The evening might have just gotten started, but I'm afraid you'll find yourself disappointed." There were, of course, several reasons why he could be here. Only one of them, though, seemed even remotely probable.

She walked around him slowly, a quarter turn, trying to get a better sense of the man she'd only heard of. "It's a pity. You look like you could be good." No need to give away too much, not yet.

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diableblanc
2008-10-24 01:57 am UTC (link)

"Never had complaints." Remy shrugged with nonchalance. "I ain't accustomed to disappointment, either. Especially not when it comes t'work."

He waited while she circled, sensing a distinct predatory vibe. Not that he was complaining; he liked watching her walk.

"Not that I'm complainin' about t'view but y'got a habit for talking in circles, chere. If I were a bettin' man, I'd say you're suggestin' what I'm lookin' for ain't where it should be."

That could be an inconvenience.

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lady_blue
2008-10-24 03:02 am UTC (link)

"I'd say you're right," Mystique agreed pleasantly, stopping finally to slip her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "Unless, of course, you're looking for that horrendous painting of a waterfall they have down in the lobby; it's still there, although I'd have to start seriously questioning your taste inn art."

She paused, fingering one corner of the case containing the small disk she'd worked so hard to secure, and offered him one of her better smiles. "That, and it's a fake anyway."

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diableblanc
2008-10-26 02:13 pm UTC (link)

She could have been lying. In fact, it would have been logically to assume that she was. And yet, Remy didn't think so. Even if she were, to launch an infiltration of the building directly after this unknown factor had been inside? Was probably just a little too stupid, even for him.

"Some homme actually took t'time to fake that?" Remy grimaced slightly, shaking his head at the thought. "Mon dieu. Some people got no sense of art."

Abruptly, he shifted gears in conversation, sliding over to stand just a bit too close to the unknown mutant woman. Not in a threatening sense, unless you found flirtations worrisome.

"Well now," he drawled pleasantly, "this does present a conundrum, don't it?"

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