WHO: Remy Lebeau and Lissa Dragomir WHAT: A conversation WHEN: Todayish WHY?: Because security, magic, and mutants WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed and ongoing.
Remy had a tendency to both be smooth and to also be blunt. So it was hardly surprising that, while he was dressed in a finely hand-crafted suit, one that clung to him very well, he was leaning forward, and his voice was gentle, but firm. "Your security sucks, chere'. An enemy comes into town, especially if not seen or heard by you, and is not dumb? Could get to you without much problem. One who planned well, could get past your safeguards. Hopefully you will never need it, but don' think your people could stop it, or your own powers."
Remy leaned back as he eyed her, then nodded. "But you know all of this. You're smart, and you've figured out every angle of this. Magic, mutants, thieves, vampires, werewolves, aliens, we got it all here in town. But what do you have, chere'? What makes you happy, yes?"
Remy was odd, and one had to listen to everything he said, sometimes, to understand. And sometimes, then then he was weird.