kineticcajun | 2nd Deck - 1st Card [Voice/Action]

[There were some things in life that Remy LeBeau found he could never get used to. Completely useless wings being stuck to his shoulders, for example. Maybe they looked kind of nifty, but he rarely got a look at them, and he made damn sure to keep them covered up anyhow, but that was another story. Also, people not eyeballing him with clear suspicion in their eyes. That was another thing he still hadn’t gotten adjusted to properly. He was doubting he ever would.

But mainly, the quiet around this damned place was what got to him. New Orleans was never completely quiet. The Acolyte camp had never been quiet either, what with Pyro and Sabretooth kicking around. Here? Here, he had entirely too much time on his hands and not enough to do with it.

Except for, of course, being a thorn in the collective side of the few he could honestly call friends. That never got old, and the added bonus was that he’d had just enough time away from Luceti to lull them back into a state of not quite expecting a thieving Cajun sneaking around and wreaking havoc at all hours of the day and night. He would thank the Malnosso for that... if he didn’t have so many other things he wanted to punch them for.

In any case, he was well overdue for some kind of announcement that he had stumbled his way back into the fishbowl that was Luceti. Waking up stuck in a tree had been enough to keep him occupied for a short time, but now that he stood here with that oh-so-familiar journal in his hands, he was reminded that he had left several strings loose before. Unfinished business, if you would. And that kind of thing rankled. He wasn’t a man to leave things unfinished, if he could help it.

The major question was if everyone was even still here. He turned the journal over in his hands absently. Trying to remember the filtering system would take too much time, and, if they weren’t here, wouldn’t work anyhow.

If they were still here, though, there was something he could rely on to get his message out quickly and effectively. A slow smile twitched across his lips as he let out a low laugh. And, he wouldn’t even have to throw another sofa off a roof, although that had absolutely been a highlight of his last vacation in the land of Luceti. It was too bad that kind of opportunity didn’t arise more often.

He flicked open the journal, thumbing through the pages thoughtfully for a moment. Squashed down the urge to charge it up and throw it into the sky like some kind of cheap Fourth of July celebration. Poked at the options until he was sure it was set to record. And grinned.]

A'ight, I'm back. What'd I miss?

...An' tell me that tribble t'ing ain't still here.

[Well, that's enough of an announcement, right? Now all that's left is to find his way back into the town. He was pretty sure he remembered the way. In any case, he scooped up a handful of acorns - which may or may not end up as burnt husks - to drop behind him as he went to mark the way. Not that he suspected he'd get lost, but still.

Later on, once he's made it back to town, Remy just barges on in to the various shops like he owns the place. Completely unfazed by half-nakedness. Gotta find a shirt, and some shoes, and cards. Oh, definitely gotta find the cards. He may look a little different than when anyone last saw him - unfortunately, his hair is no longer down to his shoulders, and the dorky goatee is back. Sorry, Luceti.

After the sun goes down, it's time for a stop into Good Spirits. Because dammit if another romp in Luceti doesn't call for a few shots of whiskey.]

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I think that's the best solution. Please keep up that trend. [The words are couched in slightly stiff language, but her voice sounds close to a laugh.]

[He can hear that close to a laugh, and he will take it.]

'Less the Malnosso go shuttin' off my powers, we oughta be jus' fine. [Beat.] 'Course, they do those t'ings.

[They do that, and much worse.]

However, they really do seem to want us to fight for them. So even if they tamper with someone's powers, they should want to restore them themselves, too.

They got a real twisted way of tryin' to get help outta people, don't they?

I think probably, that isn't their goal. [With everything they've done and been responsible for, and the suspicious circumstances that seem to contradict what they say, she can't believe the Malnosso have good intentions.]

You got a point. Prob'ly not.

I'm sorry you've been brought back into this.

I've always wondered why sometimes, people are brought back here again. [Herself included.]

'Parently, they ain't done wit' me yet. Wish they'd make up their minds, I got stuff to do back home.

[Still, he grins.]

Guess y'all jus' gotta put up wit' me in the meantime.

I don't think that would be very hard.

[Gambit's always seemed nice enough, outgoing and friendly.]

[There are a few who would disagree with that, but Remy smiles all the same.]

I 'preciate the vote of confidence, chere.

[Well, to her at least, he's always been pleasant enough.]

It's just what I think from knowing you before.

To be fair, Ami, I been on real good behavior 'round here.

[Which is amazing to him, really. He's used to spending nights in jail cells. To the point of all the cops knowing him by name, even.]

What was it like back in your home?

[It's an innocent question, but it might alarm her a little if she were to hear about some of it.]

Ain't a safe place for mutants, I can tell you that. All kindsa mess goin' on 'cause of that. But that's a real long story an' it ain't one that's terribly excitin'.

[She can understand. There are reasons the senshi kept their identities secret, and it wasn't entirely because of their enemies. In fact, their enemies had already known them. No, it had, in part, been because of the possibility of the public's reaction.

After all, the war that had torn apart their past life had begun in part because humans had been suspicious and wary of the powers and nature of the Moon Kingdom.]

I think I understand that. It must seem easier here, then, at least about that.

[Remy chuckles.] Easier on that front, at leas'. Nobody seems to care 'round here what kinda human you are.

I think it's better that way. [And she's a bit relieved to hear that 'what kind of human'. Because she'd rather think of herself as human.]

[It's definitely easier to just think of yourself as human, he's found. No matter what Magneto might have tried to tout.]

You an' me agree on that, then. Beats the heck outta people fightin' all the time an' bein' afraid of one another.

[They were born to an immortal race living on the moon in their past life. They were born on Earth this time.

But mostly, she sees herself as Mama's daughter.]

I don't know if I always thought so, but I definitely agree now.

Didn't always, huh? I t'ink it goes that way for most of us outside'a the normal spectrum. Those of us who don't stop an' t'ink again, they the ones you gotta look out for.

[Magneto, you may have signed his checks for a while, but you were ten pounds of crazy in a five pound sack.]

[There had been some help from dark energy in her case. The resulting ego had made it seem obvious that she and those like her were far superior to baseline humans, and she dimly remembers that attitude.

She's pretty sure it's not what she really thinks at all. Humans have been among her friends, and most importantly, her parents.]

If that's the case, I'm glad I had the chance to think again.

Yeah, me too. [It would have been a shame if he'd had someone else scouting him out because he was "homo superior", even if she is pretty cute.] We got enough to watch out for 'round here as it is, non?

Maybe that's why we get along here.

Someone on Earth once said it would take an outside threat for people on Earth to put their differences aside. Maybe it's like that here, too: the Malnosso are an enemy to all of us.

[No, she doesn't at all buy their claims to helpfulness.]

Got that right. [Mischievous wink.] Guess they're good for one t'ing.

I don't know if it's good... We should be able to put other differences aside even without that. But I know that might be able to happen.

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