Frankie Discombe ☠ Wolverine (fuckinunicorns) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-07-21 16:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ed kensington, frankie discombe |
Who: Frankie Discombe and Ed Kensington.
What: A discussion, and an agreement.
Where: Chicago/New York.
When: Saturday morning.
With the devastation that had been wreaked over the past few days, Frankie barely had any time to herself, let alone time in which she could chug along at her normal pace, consuming beers and liquors like they were going out of style. Her apartment, just five minutes from the ruins of the old X-Mansion was now crammed full with refugees. Making sure that they had some level of comfort in those cramped quarters, which Frankie had never seen as more than a place to collapse after finally managing to drink herself stupid, was proving troublesome. And over all that, there was this barely-controlled rage over what had been done. Attacks on mutants...she took that very personally, and this time... This time it had been personal. Her own niece was one of the people killed.
For some reason, situations like this just made the female version of Wolverine more practical. It was clear that Loki had plans, and going up against him now was foolish. Vengeance could wait a while longer. That left the more immediate problem of the X-Men's base of operations. A place to house the mutant reincarnates permanently, because her own apartment was not ideal.
We've done this before. Rebuilt.
That was true. Multiple times over. Logan had done it himself with Kitty's help. Created a new school when things broke down between him and Scott. Problem was...they had starting capital then. It was likely that Ren Worthington would have left his fortune to them. Which would certainly help, Frankie had no doubt. But that money, if indeed it was going to be siphoned to them, would take a while to be released. She needed something more immediate if she wanted to rebuild any time soon. Then it hit her. Who else had money that might be willing to invest it. She pulled up the internet on her phone.
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Frankie frowned up at the building on a busy New York street. She disliked this place. Nothing ever seemed to go right in New York. But then, what exactly had gone right in Chicago lately? Grumbling to herself, she pushed her way through the door and, ignoring the elevator, up some stairs into a reception area. A woman who seemed to have far too high of an opinion of herself sniffed daintily from behind the desk, eyeing Frankie, who probably didn't look like any of the normal clients that came in here day to day.
"I've got an appointment with Finn Kensington. Name's Discombe." She practically growled at the blonde who took this as an affront and glanced snootily down at something on her desk.
"He's still in a meeting. You'll have to wait. Take a seat." She finally replied, her voice icily cool as she motioned to a small row of chairs. Frankie glanced at her watch. She wasn't really good at waiting for things.
"He's running late." Was all she said, before marching straight through the door that had Finn's name plastered over it, ignoring the shrill protests of the receptionist who was now scrambling onto her feet and trailing after her. "Hi, Finn?" She said rather cheerily as she closed the door firmly on the flustered blonde's face. "Hope I'm not interrupting."
Ed looked up from his desk and shook his head, gesturing to a chair as he finished the call he was taking. In fact, he almost looked relieved to have a distraction. He put the phone down, and grinned impishly at her. "Francesca Discombe, right?" Frankie nodded, a surly look crossing her face, but she left it at that. "Well, how can I help you."
For a moment, she was unsure of how to start. Or how much Kylie would hate her afterwards, but if she wanted a new school, this seemed to be one of her only options without running for the help of the Avengers. And right now, that wasn't what she wanted.
"I prefer the name Frankie. I'm the reincarnate of Wolverine, and I work for the X-Men." That, at least, was enough to grab the attention of the boy who never grew up. "Before you think to lecture me about the safety of your sister, I'd like to inform you she's a very capable woman, who knows what she's doing, and has a lot of potential. And her safety is one of the reasons I've come to talk to you." The breath that Ed had taken to launch into whatever tirade he had planned escaped him, and he simply nodded for her to continue.
"The mansion, in which your sister has been staying, was blown up the other day."
"Wait, what?"
"If you let me finish, it'll be simpler for the both of us." Frankie growled once more. She really didn't enjoy explaining herself and the way that the X-Men lived. Which generally involved a lot of explosions. "One of our enemies triggered a destruct sequence and reduced the mansion to rubble. Two of our members were killed. One of them was a member of my family, so trust me when I say that I know you don't want Kylie to live with us. Problem is, since the reincarnate list went out and made our identities very public, we're bigger targets, especially alone. It's easy to take one person out, tougher to take out a team. Your sister, she has potential, but she still needs somewhere she can develop it. Somewhere where she has the safety of numbers. Unfortunately, we don't have that any more." She paused for breath. This was perhaps one of the longest speeches she had ever given. To anyone. "You could try locking her up in protective custody at the Agency or something, but I think we both know that it wouldn't last. She wouldn't stay put. So this is where you come in, is helping rebuild. I have designs for a safer building. My reincarnate already built one, but I just don't have that kind of money right now."
Ed sat there, staring at the Asian woman across from him. Although he owned a record company, and his family were undeniably wealthy, he'd never had someone come up and so brazenly ask him for such a large amount of money. He wasn't entirely sure what to do right now. "I take it Kylie doesn't know you're here." The woman shook her head. Something about her attitude suggested she didn't care about the way Ky would react to the news. Nor that she was going to see any more of her people killed. Still, he didn't like how out of the loop he had grown since allowing his sister to run off and join the X-Men while he funded the apartment in New York so that their parents didn't quite realise how far she had flown the coop. He frowned. An uncommon look on him.
"I want to know what's been happening. How the old place got blown up. Who your enemies are, and progress reports on Kylie. If I fund this, I want to know that it was the right decision." He said finally. The woman nodded her assent.
"That can be done." She stood up, and reached across the table, hand extended. Ed blinked, then remembered that generally this meant she was waiting for a handshake. He stood up, taking her hand which he noticed was a lot firmer than it looked, and made a silent note to himself that he should find out who Wolverine was.
"Then I guess I'm financially backing you. Leave a number I can contact you on with my secretary. Oh, and I want to know where the new place is going to be."
"Sure." Frankie replied before letting go of his hand. "I'll let you know within a couple of days."
Before he could really think it through and change his mind, Frankie left the office of the oldest Kensington sibling, satisfied that she had actually made some progress today, and hadn't even needed to be intoxicated to do it.