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not a victim of a victim's life
Who: Remy LeBeau and Laura Kinney.
What: ~reunion.
Where: Around town, ending on the east side.
When: Over the course of the last few days; presently.
Notes: all the feels
Warnings: TBA.
Remy doesn't sleep much.
It's not stress, not even his personal demons keeping him up; he just doesn't have the time. A couple of days a week he meets with various people to work on their abilities - he's not the best with magic, so with Ilde it's mostly sign language and shape shifting. He thinks Claire's going to kill him soon, but he did warn her she'd hate it. There's a twenty-something blue skinned guy out by the shoreline that can turn people into rock sculptures that's a little unnerving. He turned a frog back, though. Progress.
He keeps up with Billy and Tommy the best he can. He's not a parent, certainly not their parent, but he refuses to turn his relationship with them into a tactical one, so he remains patient and attentive and does the best he can. Usually that means more leaving well enough alone than anything, though Tommy's been warming up a little lately.
At night he moves black market product - illegal imports through the glass, and run of the mill stolen goods. He trades in information most of all, wearing a pair of enchanted eyeglasses and passing himself off as Robert Lord, organized crime transplant by way of London! He's congenial but unnerving, and the people he employs and works with have settled into doing what he says easily. It helps that he's just that good, and turning a profit is as easy as saying pick a card. Sometimes he turns out guys from gangs who don't like him, sending them off towards Hawkeye. Considering he's supporting a household of four people, paying informants, and looking after Kate and Claire on the side, the money alone would make it worth it, but anyone who could see all sides of the operation would be able to tell just how far he's playing.
He checks in on Erik and hates it. He checks in on Clarice and hasn't decided how he feels about it yet. He comes home to Wanda, every time, and sometimes he fucks off on any and all work entirely to go talk to her, sit with her, take her out to breakfast.
When he thinks he's alone he paces.
If he can, he walks home from meetings in the evenings. Even though the weather's getting colder outside, he likes it, particularly the stretch between Mog Hill and Abrogate Green. It's relaxing, it's old-town quiet with trees and dirt roads. He smokes, sometimes he burns out whole packs of cards one at a time, methodical. He really fucking hates being trapped.
It's not stress, not even his personal demons keeping him up; he just doesn't have the time. A couple of days a week he meets with various people to work on their abilities - he's not the best with magic, so with Ilde it's mostly sign language and shape shifting. He thinks Claire's going to kill him soon, but he did warn her she'd hate it. There's a twenty-something blue skinned guy out by the shoreline that can turn people into rock sculptures that's a little unnerving. He turned a frog back, though. Progress.
He keeps up with Billy and Tommy the best he can. He's not a parent, certainly not their parent, but he refuses to turn his relationship with them into a tactical one, so he remains patient and attentive and does the best he can. Usually that means more leaving well enough alone than anything, though Tommy's been warming up a little lately.
At night he moves black market product - illegal imports through the glass, and run of the mill stolen goods. He trades in information most of all, wearing a pair of enchanted eyeglasses and passing himself off as Robert Lord, organized crime transplant by way of London! He's congenial but unnerving, and the people he employs and works with have settled into doing what he says easily. It helps that he's just that good, and turning a profit is as easy as saying pick a card. Sometimes he turns out guys from gangs who don't like him, sending them off towards Hawkeye. Considering he's supporting a household of four people, paying informants, and looking after Kate and Claire on the side, the money alone would make it worth it, but anyone who could see all sides of the operation would be able to tell just how far he's playing.
He checks in on Erik and hates it. He checks in on Clarice and hasn't decided how he feels about it yet. He comes home to Wanda, every time, and sometimes he fucks off on any and all work entirely to go talk to her, sit with her, take her out to breakfast.
When he thinks he's alone he paces.
If he can, he walks home from meetings in the evenings. Even though the weather's getting colder outside, he likes it, particularly the stretch between Mog Hill and Abrogate Green. It's relaxing, it's old-town quiet with trees and dirt roads. He smokes, sometimes he burns out whole packs of cards one at a time, methodical. He really fucking hates being trapped.
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She's been to Hell.
Oh, right. Food exists. "Okay." She should probably shower (she's got leaves and shit in her hair, she's been sleeping outside) and change her clothes while she's at it, although... what the hell, superhero outfits, they're magic and never get dirty, apparently. You don't dry clean unstable molecules.
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(On the subject of gods, Remy is far too jaded to think twice about it. The term has become one alongside 'mutants' and 'fae'; just another breed of life-form. Powerful ones, sure, but he's gotten hot dogs with half of Asgard before, so...)
"I'm livin' with Wanda and her boys," which Laura surely already knows, if she's been here for five days, but he's just going to talk anyway because that's sort of what he does, "I bet they'll be out, at this hour, do you wanna go back there first?"
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She pauses to consider this. "Okay," she says again, then heads in that direction, which. Of course she knows where it is, that's another X-Men thing. "I was stalking you because I care." "Oh, that makes sense then."
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"Anything goin' on that I need to know about?"
He'll let her field that as she sees fit. Social graces aside, Laura is a tactician he's comfortable putting trust in.
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For now, it's enough to be here. She can't quite relax -- she will never relax, she will always be looking for that gun to her head, the knife in her back -- but there's an almost pleasant feeling to this that's a little like that. Having done what she set out to do -- the feeling is familiar and one that she will never outgrow. Mission accomplished.