18204/Moonlight Stroll

Moonlight Stroll
Date of Scene:	06 June 2024
Location:	Breakstone Lake
Synopsis:	Remy takes a stroll around the lake with Rhona, talking about powers, parents, and pasts.
Cast of Characters:	Remy LeBeau, Rhona Lauren

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Remy LeBeau has posed:
Sometime during the evening, sometime after dinner, but before midnight, Remy sends a message to Rhona that he is going to be out walking the grounds out by the lake should she with to join him.

Upon arrival, she finds the Cajun strolling along the shore near the water dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his longish auburn hair pulled back into a pony tail away from his face. He carries with him a thermos, dangling by one finger from the plastic ring on the cup, it casually swaying back and forth as Remy strolls along the shore.

There is a soft orange glow that illuminates his face for a moment as he looks out over the water as he inhales from the cigarette held in his other hand, the smoke blown up and over his head. Idly he squats down to pick up a rock, and with a purpleish pink glow he charges the rock before hurling it out over the water where is explodes with a loud pop like a firework, the shattered pieces falling into the water and causing a mess of ripples that move through the water.

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Well the Cajun went and invited her. Which means the newly chrissened 20 year old was quick to get herself ready in a haze of motion, and frantic behavior that made her roommate question her sanity. But in the end, she got herself cleaned up, in new attire, and was out at the designated direction just in time to see the fireworks show. In fact, the pink blossom of energy illuminates the girl, as she stands on the pathway not too far away, and wathces it.

Dressed in a black tanktop with a 'revolver handgun' printed on the chest in crimson red, blue jeans that are low-low-rise and a studded black and silver belt around her waist, with a matching collar around her throat, and a pair of simple black boots on her feet, the young woman looks up at the light show. When it fades in to the water, her eyes go to Remy, and she walks the rest of the way to him. "I didn't know that was your Mutation." She says, with a sly grin for him.

"Check it..." She raises her hands up, and each of her fingertips begin to glow a brilliant pinkish purple that mirrors the color of his own energy. Each of her fingertips grow a little visible disc of power that continues to grow until they're the size of quarters, then half dollars, before she lets them sweep together in front of her palms, where they snap in to the size of dinner plates, an audible growl coming from the discs as they hum like an actual lightsaber...

"I had a girl throw a drink at me at a party once, because I pissed her off." The British gal elaborates. "The drink splashed right off of the discs... and, well... my life kind of took a turn from there."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy takes another drag from the cigarette, exhaling through his nose as he looks over to the newly arriver Rhona. Before she gets to close he charges the butt, flicking it out over the water to explode in a little pop, not nearly as visual or loud as the rock.

"Oui," he explains, "I accelerate the kinetic energy in items to a point they overcharge and become unstable and explode. Usually I use playing cards, but anything inorganic works. The bigger the item, the longer the charge, the more explosive the results. You look good, like you stepped out of a rock video." he says with a little chuckle.

He watches the demonstration of her own power, interested to see what she can do. As the glow from the shields light up the area, she can see Remy's eyes focused on the tips of her fingers and watching the shields with some curiosity. "How strong are they, petite? Have you figured out the upper limits yet?"

He gives Rhona a smile, and offers over the thermos. "It ain't much, but happy birthday. I figured since you ain't at home with your family to celebrate, least I could do is sneak you a decent drink. Don't tell noone, you'll get old Remy in trouble." A beat, "And no, I ain't going to sing. You don't deserve that punishment."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
With her display of her mutation 'good enough', the shields are re-absorbed back in to the girl's fingers, and her fingers slowly go back to normal hue again. She drops her hands to her sides, and flashes him a grin at his comments, whilst her eyes drop down to the thermos. "Oh, how nice..." She says, her hands reaching out to accept it. "Thanks. Yeah. I just kind of sat in my room all day and listened to music. Ever since moving here, I've been... addicted to 90s alternative, and rock... It's hard to explain. I really despise modern music." She raises the thermos up, flips it open, and takes a drink of the contents.

Needless to say, she struggles with the reaction to the alcohol inside, whatever it is! But she muscles through it, and tries her be to 'play it cool' by hiding her reaction, sort of.

"Wow, that's strong." She states, before clearing her throat, and raising a hand up to push a strand of hair behind her shoulder, where the majority of her brunette locks are tied back behind her shoulders.

"Ah, umm... I... have tested them in actual combat a few times now, as weird as that is to say outloud." She admits to Remy, as her eyes glance to the water, but are drawn back to the Cajun before her. "A couple times on some missions I went on with Tabitha... and some of her friends... And just recently? I got attacked by a Sentinel while searching for leads on their whereabouts. It just... fucking landed in fronted of me, said some robot gibberish, and fired a laser weapon at my face. I... thought I was going to die." She snorts a little laugh, shakes her head side to side once, before she tries the drink again.

Just a little sip this time. When she lowers it, she exhales softly. "They held from the laser beam, obviously. Or I'd be a dust cloud right now, I guess..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy watches as she takes the thermos and downs the contents, He raises a hand and is about to vocalize an objection as his brow rises but then it's over and he just shakes his head utterly amused. "That was 20 year old sipping whiskey, you weren't supposed to gulp it down like that, chere!" He laughs, the smile on his face genuine as he reaches out take the thermos back from Rhona. "Well, let's see how you feel in about an thirty minutes to an hour. I might have to carry you home over my shoulder."

"So you've seen combat huh? Not many of the students here can say that," admits Remy with an impressed nod. "Those Sentinel bastards are no joke, you standing here with me now is validation. I assume the Professor is working with you? Maybe sometime he let me try to test them myself. Are they always attached to your fingers like that?"

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona let out a soft laugh at the whiskey admission. She has to shake her head at him, and reach a hand up to touch the side of her face where her cheeks are a bit rosey in the dim light from the alcohol chug. "Yeah... I mean... I'm not a heavy drinker either... Don't let me fall in the water, okay?" She chides him, feeling a bit embarrassed by that. A breath is brought in through her pert nose, before she lets it out again, her eyes dancing across the water before his question draws her attention back. She smirks at the students not seeing much combat action bit, and shakes her head at the question. "Nobody has really helped me too much with my mutation. I get asked to do some danger room stuff now and then, Monet helped some in the early days. But I've just kinda kept low, and done my own testing out here by the campsites, or out by the archery range..."

She raises a hand up again, her right hand, only her right pointer finger glowing this time. Once again she summons a little penny-sized disc, and with a audible small hum it zips away from her finger, moves out fifteen feet over the water, then flies right back to attach to her finger's tip again. She repeats this process, until there are about five discs zipping back and forth, then ten... then fifteen... all buzzing like angry bees back and forth.

"I call these the bullets." She expresses, her brown eyes going back to Remy, as she draws them all back to her finger again.

She takes a step backward, both of her hands pop up, and she speaks out. "Heads up!"

Suddenly a massive disc pops in to place between she and the Cajun, it humming loudly much like that of an angry star wars weapon again!

"I've gotten good enough to build stair cases with them, as I can plant them in air, sturdy like cement blocks..." She says through the shield of energy that separates them.

She doesn't leave it up too long, however, and sucks the shield right back in to her hands, causing the power in her hands to reach all the way back to her wrists... before it fades away again, leaving them immersed in just the sounds of nature around them.

She smiles sheepishly at him, and shakes her head. "I hate showing off my stuff like this. It always feels so... nerdy. Like all the little kids do at the school."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy's ruby colored eyes focus on her and narrow ever so slightly when she admits to not being a heavy drinker. He moves forward a bit and gets between her and the lake, "If you don't drink much, why you looking for me to get a bottle of this stuff for the movie?! I 'borrowed' this from the lounge, saved this bit for you, drank the rest." He laughs, looking a the thermos then back to Rhona with a laugh, "Don't worry though, I ain't going to let you fall in the water, chere. Just to be safe, maybe we walk and keep you moving, non?"

He watches her display with the shields again appreciatively, cocking his head to the side as he watches the bullets, and then the big shield. "I'm tempted to see if I can blow one of those away," he admits. "Interesting color they are too, makes me curious if the energies are similar...Hank would probably know."

He looks to her and gives the 20 year old a smile, "Well, thank you for the demonstration then," he comments with a nod. "Come on, lets move before that whisky hits your brain and you think swimming is a good idea."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
The response that she gets from him has her softly laughig in a melodic tone. She stuffs the tips of her fingers in to the small pockets on the front of her jeans, the damn things not really being real pockets, obviously because of that conspiracy to force women to buy handbags.

"I'm trying to learn how to open up my drinking side. Casual drinking, of course." The Brit says as she starts to walk with him, letting him stay on the side of the water. "I don't want to turn in to some kind of a gross drunk..."

She casts him a smile on her right side, as she looks ahead again to where they are going, her cheeks still flushed visibly even in the dark.

"Yeah, when I saw your burst up there over the water... I was surprised. Because of the color similarity. I'd ask Doctor McCoy, but he's always so busy... I have a tendancy to not bother people. For fear of, you know... bothering them." She grins faintly, before internally telling herself that was a dumg joke.

"I uh... I started a Mutant revolution at my last school in London. That's what got me kicked out of the country, so to speak." She explains, for no particular reason other than to talk, say anything that hopefully isn't dumb.

"My parents... they hate Mutants." She clears her throat softly after saying that, with her right hand going up to stroke her fingertip across the bridge of her nose. "I had an older brother. He was caught up in a mutant fight in London, he didn't... uh, he didn't make it out of the fight." She glances over at him again, seeing if he's listening to her, or wants her to shutup.

"My parents have been anti-Mutant since then. He was always their favorite, but once... my little discs showed up..." She looks down at her fingertips of her right hand, flexing them a few times, then dropping her hand to her side as they strolled.

"They pay me money to make me stay away. Sent me over here to make sure I was as far away as possible."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Laughing the Cajun looks over and flashes that smile of his, "I feel played," he jokes as he looks back from her to the path ahead that leads from the lake back towards the mansion. "Well done."

He is listening, intently, and staying quiet throughout her backstory save for little facial features that convey disappointment, or amusement, or a hint of sadness at various points.

"I'm sorry your folks feel that way," he starts, then hesitates for a brief moment before he continues, "...I never knew my parents, but I have the feeling that they were pretty much the same. Otherwise why would they have just up and left me in a hospital."

He looks over, "I'm very sorry to hear about your brother. There isn't a greater loss then that of someone you love. Never heals fully."

He falls quiet for a minute or two, walking in the silence and just listening to the sounds of the insects and nocturnal life that live on the grounds.

"All you can do is keep moving, and hope you do right by them."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
The British woman visibly winces when he expresses a bit of his own origins. She shakes her head at it, looking away from him back to the pathway ahead. She'd walked Jeepers down this pathway many times, and walked herself down it even more than that, since it's one of the main lake pathways.

"I... yeah, my brother was the best. Always looked out for me. Got me to watch those Lord of the Rings films." She flashes him a grin then. "I'm lucky to have had him at all, which is what I tell myself.

As she walks, Remy might note her voice is a bit more slurred, and her steps are a bit more uneven. He'd be smart enough to see the girl is a bit tipsy now.

"Really though, fuck bad parents." She blurts out. "I mean, fuck them to hell, right?" She glances over at him again, laughing softly. Definitely tipsy.

"I'm glad you sent me the text to come out here for a walk... My roommate, who I'm moving out from living with soon as my college hosue apartment is ready... She thought I was lying when I said I was coming out here to meet you."

"proved her wrong." She states, smiling over at him, right as she's about to step off the path in to a muddy puddle that she wasn't aware of ahead of her.

Remy LeBeau has posed:

With the speed and dexterity that the mutant master thief is known for, he reaches out in an attempt to pull Rhona out of the path of the puddle, twisting with her so she is ending up on the other side of him and away from the puddle. "Careful, chere. Almost stepped in it there..." he motions to the mud puddle with his hand.

Looking her over to make sure she is ok. Once he is satisfied he nods in agreement with her, "I can get behind that. Fuck bad parents. If I ever figure out who mine are, maybe I tell them that in person. My adoptive father...he ok though. Don't get to see him much, things are a bit...dicey...back home. Have been for years."

The Cajun chuckles as he starts to walk again slowly, moving to slip an arm around her waist to help steady her. "Who is your roommate, petite? We could always take a selfie and you can prove to her you weren't lying. Got your phone?"

Rhona Lauren has posed:
The slightly inebriated young woman didn't see the puddle at the corner of the pathway one bit, and was entirely about to splash a boot down in to it. But with the Cajun sweeping in to swirl her out of the way, she spins with a look of pure surprise on her face. She ends up looking up at him, in a state of wonderment, before she realizes what just happened. She glances down at the puddle, and laughs. "Oh my god, you just saved me from Jeepers' piddle puddle..." She states, her heart racing a bit, before she looks back up at him. She listens to him grouse about his parents, and give a bit of praise to the one who did raise him, and with a soft exhale, she softly shakes her head. "You're so pretty." She quietly says, yep. The whiskey is definitely settling in on her now. Filter pretty much gone.

She reluctantly pulls away to walk with him, and feels a bit of excitement at his arm around her waist, her low rise jeans making a bit more exciting in that regard. "Oh, right, yes... uh, lets see." The British girl stammers, drawing her phone from her back pocket, which was actually a real pocket, unlike the front ones!

"Marisol, or just Mari, is her name." She gets the camera ready, and raises it up to snap a photo of the two of them, giving her roomie a peace sign, and her tongue tip extended to taunt her some. With another soft laugh, she looks back to him. "I'll send it in a bit. I wanna hear you talk more about where you come from. New Orleans is like a mystery to me still. I've looked up some videos about it, but... it's still... I dunno. Doesn't seem like it really is in America. Seems like its whole own place..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy chuckles at Rhona, flashing her that charming smile of his as she calls him pretty. "Merci, chere. You not so bad yourself, no?" He winks, as he continues to lead her back towards the mansion, slow and steady but with the goal of getting her home to her bed as quick as possible.

For the picture, right when she counts to three, Remy sneaks a kiss to her cheek just to make that photo all the more noteworthy.

As they continue back to the mansion, Remy shakes his head, "Stories for another time, Chere. My past isn't all that interesting," he lies, "but New Orleans, New Orleans is its own kind of place. Full of life, music, good food. Everything good in life. I was talking to Paige and Amara earlier today and they want to go down to Mardi Gras." He chuckles, "Probably not the best idea I planted in their heads."

He walks her home, knocking in hopes that her roommate is home and able to get her some water and to bed alright. If not, Remy takes her to one of the couches in the rec room and lets her sleep, sitting there to make sure she isn't alone when she wakes, and that she knows where she is.