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Bella Donna Boudreaux is a cheerful assassin (petitmort) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-09-01 20:46:00

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Who: Emma and Belle
What: Sneaky important meeting things
Where: Taunton
Warnings: language, maybe.

Belle made her way purposefully into the waiting room for Emma's office, sitting on one of the chairs, cracking her knuckles.

The knuckle cracking was the nervous habit she'd picked up after she'd stopped smoking. Now she was trying to stop doing that, too. Her mind was very focused, and she thought about any other possible information that would be of use.

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	elitistqueen 2008-09-03 12:09 am UTC (link)
	"Sounds like we have a plan," Emma said coolly, leaning forward a little in her seat. "Contact me anytime you find something new." It almost felt good to working together with someone again. Emma missed her days with the X-Men, even though she wouldn't admit it to anyone. "Will that be all?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

petitmort
2008-09-03 12:13 am UTC (link)

"Seems so, unless I have to register this far ahead for my two year olds to attend."

It was more a joke than anything else. It felt odd to be working with someone other than her husband or Jean-Luc. Hell, it felt weird having a conversation with a woman who wasn't one of her girls.

"What's the best way to reach you?" By best she means most secure. Time doesn't seem to be of the essence at the moment, but secrecy is.

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elitistqueen
2008-09-03 12:18 am UTC (link)

"No," Emma smirked. "We have some time before your children are old enough to attend."

She thought for a moment. "Contacting me telepathically is probably the most secure wayt. I'm a very strong telepath. If you think at me loudly enough, I will hear." A pause. "I'll keep myself open to you. And if for some reason you're blocked from me, contact me online or come here directly."

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petitmort
2008-09-03 12:22 am UTC (link)

She nodded. "Can do. Thanks for your time."

She stood, straightening her skirt over her (empty) knife holsters. They were more a security blanket than anything else, these days.

"Take care. You need anything, I'm always open for communication. Don't mind the husband, he's the brains of the operation."

She was referring to her mental link with Alex. Odds are, if there were something wrong, he'd be involved in whatever they did to help.

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