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Tweak says, "Is that punishment?"

Remy LeBeau (gambitlebeau) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-18 00:29:00

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petit lapan lebeau, remy lebeau

Who: Remy LeBeau and Petit
What: Srs talk is srs.
Where: Guildhall, just outside of New Orleans, Louisiana
When: Night.
Warnings: Swearing, snark, LeBeauness.

Remy had been waiting for Petit to return for more than just snacks and a few hours of rest since he'd returned from The Joker's hideout. In fact, he'd been quite obviously putting off talking to her for longer than he thought was now strictly necessary.
But necessary evils had shown up, and it was time for The Not So Comfortable talk.
He lit a cigarette as he paced down the hall from the back door to the front, and turned into the living room, brow furrowed. He'd been not-quite-nervous for weeks, and it showed in his actions, and in his mood. He had no fear of the Joker, but there was one person he'd feared worse than death.

He slumped into a chair and waited for Petit to show up.

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prettylilbunny
2008-08-18 01:41 am UTC (link)

He didn't have to wait long, she showed up looking more than just a little like something the cat had dragged in, scratches up both arms that she went to go wash in the kitchen sink, sprinkling herself with baking soda as she did so.

She was tired, dead tired even, not the well-worked tired that she got after a job, but nearly asleep on her feet bone tired.

Which was probably why she hadn't noticed her father yet.

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	gambitlebeau 2008-08-18 01:44 am UTC (link)
	Gambit stood and wandered into the kitchen, tapping his fingers on the kitchen counter just to give Petit notice that he was there. He also spoke. "Got a minute?" It was asked in such a way that no matter her answer, she had a minute. He was getting good at the stern. He never had to be, but after several years of living around pirates and Logan, he had learned. (Reply to this)

prettylilbunny
2008-08-18 09:00 am UTC (link)

There was a browarch, but she shrugged, "Guess so." Was the response, looking over the worst of the scratches and deciding that she probably wasn't going to die, or even have to worry once they dried out, "Don't suppose this can wait until morning?"

Remy shook his head, "Waited f'a week a'ready, can't wait any longer. Have a seat here. Been waitin' on th'time to tell you 'bout this f'years now, actually. You gunna have to listen hard on this." He slid into a seat at the kitchen table, looking at her with no hint of a smile, no glimmer of pretense. Whatever it was, was heavy. It wasn't good news. And it wasn't a mocking matter.

She sighed then, slinging the dishtowel she'd used to dry her arms off onto the pile in the corner before dragging a chair out for herself and perching on it, brow arching once more, "Out with it."

Remy started in with the story of going to a production of Phantom of the Opera in Paris when he was young, and accidentally killed most of the playgoers, before he went into the story of having to go to get his powers dampened. All the while, he smoked between his words, showing no real emotion to it, as if he were just recounting a movie he'd seen. He told her about Sinister then. About what he did, and about what he made Remy do in exchange. And all the further encounters. He looked to Petit then, with a deadly serious expression, stubbing out the cigarette in an ashtray.
"You been keepin' up wit' news, non? T'Joker been 'round. He decided t'threaten me an' some ladies and children, so I offered m'self up. Soon as I got out of his clutches, I had t'be patched up. Belle dropped me into t'wrong hands. No more'n five minutes 'fore I was in his arms, he arrived. Essex's got me doin' some t'ings I ain't gun' be proud of, chere. An' it's in y'best interest t'stay out of it. Dun go near him none. An' for fuck's sake, Petit, if he makes me come after you, don't let me catch you."

She listened quietly, holding almost perfectly still as she did so. Some of it she'd known about second hand, or had heard as rumor, and having the rumors confirmed didn't seem to sway her at all.
She'd known about what had happened with Joker, after all she'd helped Artan keep an eye on Candy, at least until she had a job to do.
There was a faint twitch at the last part, something like amusement, all she had to say, apparently, was: "'ve you ever been able to catch me even if you were trying?"

Remy got a slow, lopsided smile. "Not even when I'm in top shape. You understand tho', dat dis ain't 'bout me no more. I'm jus' a pawn again. An' knowin' him, he ain't gunna let me off easy as six people. He gunna want somethin' more. An' more an' more. As far as Joker's concerned, I been hearin' round dat Sweeney Todd's got a claim on you an' your protection. You safe. But it don't mean he won't go after Artan or your future daughter I been hearin' 'bout. I been wonderin' what Alexia's got up his sleeve, he been toyin' wit' de clown since I been released."

She was tired enough that she was willing to believe the news of a daughter was something she'd hallucinated, and the rest of it kind of ran together as well, "Yeah, but Artan's actually tougher than he looks, and Sweeney's good people." A shrug, "For a given value 'course. And Al... well he fixed my head, and I still owe him for that. Didn't know he was back though."

"You been gone f'a while. S'prised you even knew I been around." Remy said, rubbing his brow. "A'right, you go on an' get some rest. I get you some iodine f'dem." He said, nodding to her arms' wounds. Then, with a look of slight scrutiny, he furrowed his brow. "Keep y'eyes open, tho', dunno which one of 'em might want to start shit w'you first."

Just because she wasn't on this side of reality didn't mean she wasn't aware of what was going on, "Always sleep with my eyes open. First rule of business innit?"

Remy just grinned at that, "You gun' take over my job, 'fore I know it. G'on, den. Get some sleep 'fore you usurp y'daddy's business." He joked, before pulling himself out of the chair and went back to lounge in the living room.

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prettylilbunny
2008-08-18 09:05 am UTC (link)

She did smile then, shaking her head as she heaved herself up as well, heading for the stairs, kicking off her shoes halfway up and continuing the rest of the way in near silence.

Artan was around, as evidenced by his door being closed, light on, and music blasting. He had an unlit cigarette between his lips, and blueprints laid out on the desk before him. He was looking them over, tracing over them with one finger, like a maze. He'd been dicking around with the same job for a couple days, just to see if the target was even workable.

Petit had been going to wait until morning, but hell, since he was already up. She smiled, changing course and just phasing through his door, "Hey."

Artan looked up and smiled, "Hey sugar. Have fun?" He spun his chair around to face her, turning off the work light and finally lighting the cigarette. "Seems like you've been busy." He smiled and nodded her over.

She nodded, "Yeah. Some of the usual kind of business, some other." There was a small smile then, padding over to lean against the desk, leaning back on her hands, "Looks like you've been keeping yourself entertained anyway."

He looked over his shoulder at the blueprints. "I'm not the crawling in vents type anymore. And they're smart and got those rigged, too. I like them. They're smart.' He took a drag of his cigarette and gingerly tugged her towards him, offering his lap as a resting place. "You look dead on your feet, baby, why you even up?"

She shrugged, but settled on his lap all the same, curling up against his side, "Was going to go to sleep, but then Remy had to talk at me, and then I saw you were still up and this is probably coming way out of left field, but you know those stories where the villain keeps their heart in an egg in a duck at the bottom of a well at the top of a hill in the middle of a desert blah blah blah infinity or whatever?" She may possibly have already fallen asleep with a tirade like that.

He set his cigarette down and wrapped his arms around her, bouncing her slightly, "Yeah, I have. Why? You went duck hunting?" He was one off, at least. "What's this about, baby?" His fingers slid over her neck and across the non-wounded parts of her arms, glad to have her near for that long.

"What?" It took her a moment to figure out what he meant, which was further proof of just how tired she was, shaking her head a moment later, "No, no no, s'a stupid way to do it, that's all. Safe deposit box works better."

"Oh okay. Oh, wait, what??" He picked her up and sat her down on the bed. "Speak normal for a second. Are you telling me you..." He made a sawing motion at his own heart, "And then...?" He couldn't quite wrap his mind around that, but the reasons why were blatantly clear. She was going to keep herself alive with it.

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head, "Not the whole thing, that's stupid too." A shrug, "And heart's just a metaphor anyway, life's the important thing." She fished a small envelope out of her bag, handing it to him, "You keep that. Not enough in there to do me any harm if it gets lost, but enough for emergencies."

He looked at the envelope, and stood to set it in the inner pocket of his jacket. "Alright Squirt. You know, you might be fixed mentally, but you sure are a nutter anyway." He slid down to lay beside her. "Hey. Let's get to sleep, fuck only knows what tomorrow's gunna bring. Did Remy give you that dumbass Sinister talk, too? Not our fault he's a moron sometimes."

The envelope had a small square key, stamped with a post office address on one side and a box number on the other.
She nodded, "Yeah. Some other stuff too, but yeah, mostly that." She smiled then, the first part catching up to her sleep deprived (and magic-drained) brain, "Crazy like a fox."

"Mmhmm. Foxy like a fox." He agreed, before leaning up and turning off the light. "Sleep, squirt. You need it."

She wasn't about to argue that point, and she was tired enough not to care that she was still in clothes and not PJs, and even despite her talk of sleeping with one eye open, nothing short of Armageddon was going to wake her up until she'd caught up on her sleep.

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