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Tweak says, "famous last words"

Remy LeBeau (gambitlebeau) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-06 17:42:00

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miniver cheevy, pickles, remy lebeau

Who: Remy LeBeau, Miniver Cheevy and Pickles the Drummer
What: Kickin' it.
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans, LA
When: Todayish
Warnings: Profanity, sexual innuendo, probably some other stuff, for sure.

Remy was home, and he'd slept a full seven hours for the first time in possibly years, which in itself was a miracle. If he thought he could get away with it, he'd probably thank The Joker for the best night's sleep he'd had in ages. Sinister probably drugged him or something, because he never slept that long.

But it was well into the day, edging on evening in the bayou, when Remy and Miniver talked. He figured if they'd show up anywhere, it'd be on the outskirts of the back yard, which is where most of the Shadows convened. They weren't afraid of the resident gators nearby, or the guards that stood out on the boundary lines, protecting Guildhall from intruders. The Shadows were there to Inspect and Watch, mostly. Remy liked watching back.
He was poured into a wicker seat, smoking a cigarette and looking slightly scuffed up, but he was clean, having taken a shower after waking up. All the blood that had been on him two nights ago was now a memory, one that surfaced if he twisted his body in certain ways. He decided that he rather disliked knives, and for that matter, anyone wielding them.

He wouldn't talk about most of what went on, he decided. But these were people who liked a good story.

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miniver
2008-08-06 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Remy's estimation of their place of arrival is a good one -- not long after Miniver and Remy spoke, Tinman appeared in the backyard, leading Miniver and Pickles, who both tried to make it look like this was something they were totally used to, but were linked arm in arm as if afraid losing contact while being led by a Shadow would land one or both of them somewhere very very bad.

Once the humans are both solidly in this world again, Tinman disappears -- not departs, but goes as hidden as a skittish cat. They spot Remy soon, and sort of drag one another over.

"Long time," Pickles says to Remy, giving him one of those grins of his. "Heard you tried to get yerself killed, y'douchebag."

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gambitlebeau
2008-08-06 07:07 pm UTC (link)

He smiled as soon as they showed up, sitting up a bit more, biting back a wince as he did. Once Pickles and Miniver were on the patio, he nodded towards the cooler full of bottles of beer. New Orleans heat was the best kind of heat in which to drink beer. He gave one of his own smiles back at Pickles, "Didn't work, gotta try harder. How you been." It had been a long time, indeed. The redhead had lost most of his hair, and Remy had been through a lot.

"Have you a seat, hommes. Ain't much cooler inside."

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miniver
2008-08-06 07:23 pm UTC (link)

While Pickles helped himself to the beer and claimed a chair next to Remy, Miniver tied his hair back and sprawled on the patio near their feet, arms under his head, basking in the warmth. Pickles nudged his husband with a sneaker and chuckled.

"We're okay, the Drummer replied. "You don't look so great, though. So... you gonna tell us what that was all for, or what?" He reached out and flicked Remy's hair lightly.

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gambitlebeau
2008-08-06 07:31 pm UTC (link)

Remy chuckled warmly at Miniver's catlike behavior. He wondered why he attracted so many catlike people.

"Well, dunno how much you read de papers, mon ami, but de New York Times got 'sploded by de guy, just to get de attention of everyone. Dat worked wonders to his credit. But dat las' copy, de final print? In dere was a flyer, callin' me, three girls, an' de batkids out. Would y'ol' friend let women an' children go an' get demselves kidnapped when he was call out too? Non. So I took de bait. Not lookin' too bad f'what he did." He patted his stomach, "Took chunks of skin outta me 'fore de healin' factor died off. Guy even cut out my tongue." He stuck it out and sure enough, the very end of his tongue was a slightly different color than what he'd grown back, himself.

"Grew most of it back, had t'get de tip replace by a guy, tho'." He scratched his jaw and smiled. "But now dat he's locked up, an' Guildhall's back t'normal, t'ings can't be no better den dey could get, givin' de situation."

He toed the hippie and smirked, "Y'know you gunna have to watch y'back now, 'else you get hurt. Excitement in tons."

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	miniver 2008-08-06 07:35 pm UTC (link)
	"Brutal," Pickles commented, leaning closer to look at Remy's tongue. "Now there's a guy I wanna see host a party sometime." Miniver also propped himself up on his elbows to look, and wrinkled his nose at the sight. "Jeeze, man. Hey. What d'you mean, we have to watch our backs now?" (Reply to this)

gambitlebeau
2008-08-06 07:43 pm UTC (link)

Remy sat back and took a drag of his cigarette, fingers tapping against the sweating side of his beer bottle. "Th'Joker don't stop at one person, poet. He goes after ev'ry single person dat person cares 'bout, has ties to. You boys jus' lucky he not DAT insane to try an' get through y'guards. You guys got some'a de best security I ever seen, whoever you guys got f'security alarms an' staffin', wouldn't mind knowin' dem, me. Got Artan, but dat boy ain't as good as he t'inks he is. An' my security might not be as loyal, but considerin' who you boys are, ain't too worried 'bout dat none."

He took a drink and sighed, "Even if de clown goes to prison, boy has as loyal followers as you boys do. Expendable meat shields wit' guns an' grenades"

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miniver
2008-08-06 07:48 pm UTC (link)

Pickles leaned down to grab Miniver's notebook from his pocket and write down the name and contact for Dethklok's security guy. Of COURSE he had it memorized.

Miniver purses his lips a bit. "I don't get it, man. I mean, okay, Pickles is famous, kinda used to threats of kidnapping and death on his account, which I swear he encourages--" Pickles stuck his tongue out at Miniver. "--but me? Y'know back in our world, it wasn't really even known we were married."

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	gambitlebeau 2008-08-06 07:53 pm UTC (link)
	Remy thanked Pickles when he was given the information, and he tugged on a dread just because he could. "You ever deal wit' psychos of dis caliber before y'self, Miniver? An' it ain't on account of you bein' 'round Dethklok. I ever tell you hommes Gambit's bad news?" He smirked and leaned back again, taking another drag of his cigarette before putting it out. (Reply to this)

miniver
2008-08-06 07:56 pm UTC (link)

"Gambit? Oh, you, yeah. No..." Miniver sat up and grabbed a beer, grinning at Pickles' flailing when Remy tugs his hair. "I mean, kind of. Uhh... I do remember... From before we were together..."

Pickles looked at Miniver quizzically.

"Draco," Miniver explained. "He put his war in my head. All of it. He was on the side with this Voldemort guy. It was a long time ago, but I remember."

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gambitlebeau
2008-08-06 08:07 pm UTC (link)

Remy took another drink of his beer. He knew Draco, himself.

"Pff, dat guy. Shit, been ages since I even thought 'bout him." He looked to Miniver, and shook his head. "He couldn't kill me. So he gunna go after mes amis, next. Ain't worried 'bout you none, or Artan or Petit. Mostly worried 'bout Belle an' her kids. An' de team. Logan could and would kill 'im, so I ain't worried 'bout him or dat whole pack, neither."

He honestly worried more about the mutants that he was going to have to go after, himself. And whoever else Essex wanted. Joker was a threat with which he had become intimately familiar in the past week, but even so, Sinister was worse. Sinister was sane in comparison, and that's what made him more worrisome.

"Gunna tell you boys now dat in de next few weeks, you might hear some t'ing's bout y'ol friend dat you ain't gunna particularly like. But jus' know dat I gotta do what I gotta do, neh?"

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	miniver 2008-08-06 09:40 pm UTC (link)
	"Hey, y'know, sometimes you just gatta do what... whatever," Pickles shrugged and drank. Miniver smiled at Remy. "It's okay, man, not too many of the people we hang with don't have blood on their hands. So um. What're you gonna do now?" (Reply to this)

	gambitlebeau 2008-08-07 04:13 pm UTC (link)
	Remy smiled and stretched out, looking altogether pleased with himself, "Right now? Be glad I can relax, an' do a whole lotta dat. Remy ain't picky when it comes to time off. Actually t'inkin' you two might enjoy a game'a poker. Iffin' you t'ink you lucky 'nough." his smile tilted at the words, and he raised a brow. "How 'bout it? Pickles? You still got it in you t'hustle?" (Reply to this)

	miniver 2008-08-09 07:14 am UTC (link)
	"You gotta ask, Remy, man?" Pickles grinned. "I got the best good luck charm there is. Even if he plays against me." The drummer reached down to yank Miniver onto his lap. Miniver squeaked, laughed, and grinned at Remy. "I'm game," the poet said. "What're we betting?" (Reply to this)

	gambitlebeau 2008-08-09 02:38 pm UTC (link)
	Before they even said a word, Remy had out his pack of cards, and was shuffling them idly in one hand. "Whatchu two got dat's wort' somethin'?" He raised a brow. "Money's always wort' somet'in', but you ain't de money bettin' types." (Reply to this)