Petit Lapan LeBeau (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} prettylilbunny) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs, |
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.