Remy LeBeau: Here For Your Entertainment. (mssr_lebeau) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-30 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, damian wayne (robin), remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Damian Wayne & Remy LeBeau
When: October 5th, About 11pm
Where: Remy’s Warehouse
What: Robin is out and about looking for trouble he ends up finding some explosions.
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for Language
Status: Completed
Remy had gotten home a little late from work, and honestly he’d had a little pent up energy to let out. Being unable to drive yourself around, needing to remain sitting.. it was awful.. so he hadn’t gone straight home and instead had gone away from the ritzy Newport Beach and had headed towards where his warehouse was in Santa Ana. It was a quiet Monday night and there weren’t many people out and around in the area-- and the people that were weren’t going to mess with the large bangs coming from the warehouse. His driver would wait just outside the large property.
Inside, Remy had purchased himself a few packs of playing cards, and lots of random items ranging in size from a button to a basket ball.
And he planned to spend most of his night tonight testing out his powers and seeing what sort of control he could exert over them.
He hadn’t considered, however, that all of the warehouses around him had been attacked within the last month or two, by someone who had been blowing them up. He hadn’t considered someone might come around and check up on them.
Unlike in the dreams, Damian didn’t go out every night, especially not now that he had gone back to school, but on the nights when he did go patrolling, Damian tended to hit areas where he knew there was a higher risk of crime or areas where something had gone down and there was a chance something could happen again, which was what had led him down to the warehouse district that evening.
He wasn’t in his full costume, just the tunic over jeans with a hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head and his domino mask. He only wore the whole costume in extreme cases and tonight wasn’t really an extreme case. He was mostly just doing surveillance. Surveillance was exactly what he was doing, from atop one of the warehouses, when he heard the explosions. They weren’t super loud and didn’t seem to be causing any damage in the surrounding area, but there was definitely something going on. Jumping across one rooftop to another, Damian moved up close to the skylight in the roof and peered down into the warehouse below.
The masked hero would get to see the fireworks rather easily. Remy was there, in his suit, minus the blazer, and he’d be turning over a playing card in his fingers. Flipping it over and over again, charged and bright pink.
Then he’d move quickly and flick it at a neatly stacked group of beer cans he’d found on the property. They would explode with the card, going in every direction and making the red-head burst into a grin. Another card was produced and thrown at another stack-- then another and quickly after, another. All four stacks taken down within a few seconds. But his hand was coming up to his chest and gently pressing there.
Oh, that had hurt a little.
Damian’s brows rose as he watched what the man was doing. It was clear that the man was a member of Valarnet, because who else could do that sort of stuff? No one, that was who. Of course from this angle, Damian couldn’t see who it was, but he was far too curious to just leave. Glancing along the frame of the skylight, he spotted a latch and without giving his actions much thought, he turned the latch until the window loosened and he pushed it up until the hinges extended as far as they would go and the pane of glass stayed up, “That’s pretty impressive,” He called down to the man, muscles coiled and ready to spring back if he threw one of those cards at him.
When he spoke, that man on the ground would turn and look up, eyebrows lifting immediately upon seeing someone standing there at his skylight.
Well, it wasn’t every day you got a masked crusader standing in your skylight and complimenting you, was it?
“Oui.” He called back with a smile. “I’m pretty impressive.” Oh, it hurt to raise his voice like that. Still, he’d lift a hand some and wave it in a ‘come on down’ gesture. He certainly wasn’t going to be shouting.
Besides, he was insanely interested in who the Boy Wonder peering in on him was. The mask gave away that he was clearly either about to rob, rape and murder him, or that he was out here investigating the explosions because he was a goody-goody.
But somehow, the people he surrounded himself with these days were indeed goody-goodies.
It was the same in his memories.
How did he put himself in these predicaments?
“Not gonna hurt ya.” Thick Southern. He heavy meds made for a slip of the tongue now and then. It let more of that accent out, though he’d learned to carefully cover it up most of the time.
“Pretty sure I can take care of myself,” Damian quirked a brow behind his domino mask and watched the man for a moment longer before attaching a zip line to a secure spot on the roof then proceeded to drop down into the warehouse below. “So what was that you were doing?” Damian was pretty sure that if this guy tried any of what he had been doing on him, he would be able to dodge it easily. He was taught by assassins, in his dreams after all and he went to the gym regularly as well.
“Pretty sure you could.” Remy remarked with a smile in return, lifting his brows as the other zipped down from the roof to land on the concrete floor. That was pretty impressive. Who the Hell was this guy? And why was he hanging around the warehouse? The thought made him smile a little wider.
“Practicing.” Came the smooth answer, lifting one of the cards and turning it over in bare fingers a few times. “Probably just about the same thing you’re doing dancing over the rooftops at midnight.” Okay, so it wasn’t midnight, but it sounded better than eleven-thirty.
Damian’s eyes focused on the card in the man’s hands and watched as he turned it over a few times, trying to figure out how he had caused the fireworks that he’d seen from the skylight, “Practicing what?” He was pretty sure that what the man was doing was Orange County/Valarnet related, but there was no way to be sure until he witnessed it up front to see if the man used something else to ignite his hands or cards or whatever it was that he’d been using.
“Practicing this insanely awesome skill I seem to have.” He turned the card over a few more times before deciding he deserved to show off. Just a little. And what was the harm in showing off to a masked man? If the guy blabbed, he’d know exactly who the man was and he’d tell everyone-- so the guy would have to keep his mouth shut to protect his identity, right? He certainly wanted to protect it.. or he wouldn’t be wearing a mask.
So, totally safe.
The card bled slowly pink, until it was bright and giving off a nice, warm glow. “I can turn anything-- and I mean anything-- into a timed explosive.” And how cool was that?
God, he was fucking awesome. He was convinced the only person out there with something cooler was Lina. Because who didn’t want to make the ground shoot up spikes and throw fire-balls the size of buildings?
Damian watched as the card turned pink and started to glow, “That’s pretty cool.” This guy was obviously a dreamer, otherwise how would he be able to do something like that? “How long have you been able to do that?” While Damian had taken karate for a little while when he was younger, his actual skills had come from the dreams. He was basically a ninja/assassin now thanks to the dreams.
“Almost a month now.” Admitted with a grin as he drew the charge back out of the card and pushed it into his pocket once again. “What are you doing prowling about on roof tops? Looking for something to steal? Or someone to save?” It had to be one or the other, with that mask. But take note that the fact the other was wearing a mask certainly hadn’t upset him any.
Like it was an every-day occurrence.
“Okay, that’s cool.” Damian said as he watched the energy around the card go out as if it had never happened. That was a pretty impressive talent that this guy had and Damian couldn’t help but be a tiny bit jealous. “Patrolling the streets for crime. I guess you could call me a crime fighter.” As he spoke, he kept his guard up, ready to move if this guy decided to fling one of those cards at him. Just cause the guy seemed friendly didn’t mean he was in the end.
“Yeah, you look like a crime fighter.” Whether that was good or bad, who knew. But Remy was smiling.
“I’m Remy.” He’d hold out that hand, lifting his chin in a confident way. “I feel so much safer knowing I’ve got someone watching over my building.” His building? Oh yes. He owned this warehouse, this land, and the property around it. You were trespassing here, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind. The Cajun was easy going.. probably one of the most easy going men in California.
As Remy extended his hand, Damian contemplated what name to give him, but in the end, he went with the truth, “Damian.” He shook the other man’s hand, “So that ability seems like it’d come in pretty hand.” Damian didn’t know what it’d do against a regular person, but after seeing the small explosions it caused, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be anything good.
“Good to meet you, Damian.” He wasn’t sure if the other was telling the truth or not but.. did it really matter? He wasn’t sure that it did. No, it didn’t matter. “Yeah, it does. Sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulders, then looked up at the skylight once again, and back down at the masked man.
“So, I have to ask. Is there much crime you’ve been able to stop lately? I know there were some bombings in the area, but those seem to have stopped.” For now.
“I’ve stopped a few crimes around here,” Damian wasn’t gonna go into detail about what exactly he’d stopped in the area, but he figured Remy should know, if he didn’t already, that there was crime in the area. “Hope you don’t have anything valuable here. Wouldn’t want to tempt anyone to break into your warehouse.” He did wonder why the guy appeared to own his own warehouse, but he wasn’t going to get into it. The less he knew the more ignorant he could be about it. His dream counterpart however would have tried to find out using violence.
“Nothing too valuable these days.” It was mostly a mess at the moment. Soon, though, it’d be nice enough to draw some attention.
But who in their right mind would steal from a thief?
“I hope you’ll be keeping an eye on this place on your nightly patrols, all the same.” The phone on his hip gave a buzz and he tugged it off to look at it, then broke into a slow grin.
“And there’s my date.” He waggled the phone some. “You’ll lock up, won’t you? A light tease that came with a smile as he carefully tugged on his blazer.