not a victim of a victim's life

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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.

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[23rd]

Being trapped made her panic -- Laura can't handle cages, and it enrages her to be trapped inside one again -- and it took her a few days to cool down, going nowhere, avoiding people. Not sleeping and not eating, either; those are two things high on her list of luxuries. Eventually it becomes easy to put emotion aside for cold logic: she knows where she is and she knows that she was trying to come here.

Baedal.

Once Laura gets herself under control, it doesn't take her long to find him; a cursory scan of their Network reveals that someone with his face is present in the city. She doesn't contact him there both because she doesn't trust the security of this Network, and because she won't just believe it's the same one -- she knows how these things work. It doesn't take much work to find him in the flesh; Laura's an excellent tracker. She's an even better hunter.

She's been following him. She stays far enough away so that he can't see her, but she knows eventually he'll figure it out. He'd be dead a long time by now if he weren't observant enough to notice he's being followed, even by someone as good as Laura.

He spends a lot of time alone. If she were really trying...

But she's not.

She watches him for a long time instead, hidden out of sight and not able to bring herself to say anything, not until she knows for sure that it's the right one. She won't open herself up to someone wearing his face but with the wrong mind -- friends are her weakness and even back home, shapeshifters exist. All she has to do is let her guard down for a second and she's back in someone's cage.

But it smells like him. She wants it to be him.