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|Date of Scene=2021/05/27
|Location=Chinatown
|Synopsis=Remy's history has a sharp run in with Mystique, who's going to black mail him to get more of what she wants.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>It had been a very entertaining week for the azure mutant. In her wanderings and scouting over the past several weeks, she had come across little tidbits of information that lead her to New Orleans, and from there, well... gold mine. It was easy to gather information about someone when you looked like them, and for reasons unknown to anyone but herself, Mystique had set her eyes on Remy LeBeau. She hadn't been going around looking like him in New Orleans, that would have been fun but not allowed her to obtain the information she was after.<br><br>Last Friday however, that opened a can of worms that allowed all kinds of crap to crawl out of that were well worth her time. The first group of assassins to come from the New Orleans to New York she merely followed, watched how they worked. A little sloppy, but what could you expect? When they had managed to follow Remy to one of the locations they were certain they could strike, because Xaiver's school was right out, Mystique had followed them... and taken care of things for Remy.<br><br>Now in the alley behind the Underground fight club, wearing a black version of her usually white outfit, Mystique leaned against one of the dumpsters and waited.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Raven doesn't have to wait long. It's as if her patience is more than rewarded based upon the outstanding length of her life and the threat she could pose to time itself were she really motivated to do something about it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The back alley door swings open, slaming into the brick as it swings all the way, and a pair of chinese men appear inside the maw of the red hallway, "Get out!" A man shouts as he and his partner heft a large bag or sack out through the air and onto the pavement below. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One man grabs the door as the other dusts his hands and steps back inside with the last man, cocking back and firing a loogie at the downed sack that starts to shuffle slowly, "Uuuugh. Dat's not fun you guys." The cajun reports as the door slams shut and the deadbolts and locks can be heard sliding home. "Dat's no fun at all." Remy says, rolling onto his back and looking up at the lights from the rooms above glowing faintly into the night. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Typical LeBeau. It seemed the man was destined for dark, wet alley floors and perhaps places even grimmer. He had a way with people it seemed, just pissing them off where ever he went, and she knew for a fact, he usually then ran.<br><br>Raven remains in her leans position, arms folded lightly across her chest. "Such a grand entrance Remy," she offers, watching him just laying there. "What did you do, insult one of their daughters? No. Although that is in your armory, I think you were cheating because that is definitely more your style."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remy, wearing a pea coat instead of the traditional duster, looks down from the light polluted sky slowly towards the voice addressing him and even in the darkness, his eyes could be felt rolling. "Ah aim t'please, and show off when Ah can." The cajun smirks with a playful curl of his lips as he looks towards Raven standing there, looking much like he remembers, and is a bit surprised by that. "Ah don't cheat, and such accusations are an afront to my good name, and I won't have it." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Rolling onto his foot with a twist and rising up to his feet, the man's shiner is visible, surrounding his left eye, "Ah am not gonna stan' fo' dese baseless accusations a moment longah." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>The expression on Raven's face is plain, stoic, bored really. Unfolding her arms she reaches over to pop the dumpster open, the contents not immediately visible though the smell immediately escapes. Refuse, garbage, blood, gore... the sort aroma that back alleys often have mingled with pure carnage.<br><br>"Oh Remy," she starts slowly, shaking her head and adding a soft tsk, tsk, tsk. "If only that were true. If it were, you wouldn't be in the mess you're in right now. Poor boy, did you really think you should just run off and escape everything?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remy hand his arms swinging down at his sides, and is about to bring them up into a boxing stance, when something she says rings in his ears a bit weird. "W-what?" The cajuns asks, suddenly seeming like he's out of his element for the first time ever. At least that Mystique has seen. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cool as a cucumber cajun, never phased by really anything and taking everything in stride, is suddenly shaken, briefly, but shaken. "What're ya talkin' about blue?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Raven lifts a brow, that phased him... good.<br><br>"I think in that building, you didn't cheat... I apologize for that." She offers without any sincerity at all. "I think what you did in there was insult a father, kill a brother, and run away from a wedding."<br><br>As she speaks, she turns to the dumpster to place one foot on the base and both hands on the front so she can yank it forward and dump the corpses out into the alley as she finishes the first part.<br><br>"I think Mr. LeBeau, you and I have a great deal to talk about, unless of course you would prefer that I take all of this," she gestures to the corpses. "to the school to show Xavier, or Jean... oh Rogue, I could show Rogue."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remy's hands drop to his sides, as he's completely taken for a ride, the snap of his eyebrows and eyes opening fully as the realization dawns on him, as he looks towards Mystique as she dumps the impromptu multi-coffin over and the trash bags and the bodies come tumbling out. Forgetting her strength sometimes, Remy then looks down at the people and lifts a singular hand to his mouth. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dropping to a knee, Remy's free hand shifts to try and get a better look at one of the bodies, "... Don't tell dem..." Remy swallows at that lump of fear in his throat as he stands back up, turning fully towards Raven and with a sudden spike in sobriety in his words. "What do you want from me?" He's more than willing to negotiate.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Raven walks around the dead things and garbage, toward him. A slow saunter of a cat ready to pounce a mouse. "What do I want from you?" She asks to the air, clearly not him. "There are so many things I want Remy, but from you... well that's the tricky part." She watches his body language, the defeat in it, a smile playing on her lips as she stops in front of him.<br><br>"Do you love Rogue, or are you merely playing more games with her?" She asks this bluntly, looking right at his face, into his eyes.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cajun doesn't take a step back as she approaches, but he does something even bolder, and takes a step forward, closer towards Mystique as she approaches, a show that he's not as afraid, or he's far more stupid than he appears.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Against anyone else they likely wouldn't see through his ploy, they wouldn't notice the shift of his wrists and the trio of cards that dropped down into one hand, and the collapsable staff in the other. No one else would, but Mystique, the woman who's likely seen it all and even came up with a few of the tricks herself, no, he can't fool her. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The question causes Remy to pause, "Ah- Ah'm not ready to say that to her, but ... she makes me feel a certain special kinda way, an' Ah hope it /is/ love."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Even as her eyes search his, Mystique moves slowly past him and around, the circling motion that is likely expected from the cat to the mouse, so why not give it to him? He's clever, strong willed, and for most sly as a fox, but she saw his preparing. He expects her to fight him when that is the furthest thing from her mind.<br><br>"You hope its love," she snorts as her circle comes back from so she can face him. "Oh that's just all the girls want to hear Remy, you /hope/ you love her." She narrows her eyes as she looks at him now, body language clearly filled with the agitation that is in her tone.<br><br>"Rogue is too good for you, far too good for you, so the first thing we need to handle is how you break up with her and leave her to find someone worthy of her." She suddenly smiles rather wickedly, "Maybe you can run out on her? Oh, no... you already pulled that move."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remy turns his head to keep an eye on her, but the cajun doesn't shift his stance, he's standing stoically, proudly, not afraid of the woman, but there is trepidation in him. There is fear. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"She is too good for me, Ah count mah lucky stars every day she looks at me an' gives me dat damn smile of hers." They do have something they agree on. Rogue is special. Far and away special. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah didn't run out on..." Remy catches his thought and looks down at the bodies again, turning back towards Mystique with a different look in his eyes. He doesn't recognize the bodies, but who they are is suddenly obvious, "Ah never wanted dat marriage..." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Kneeling slightly, keeping him in her peripherals, she turns one of the heads to look right at Remy. "Oh? You didn't want to marry her, yet you said you would, or were you forced? Did she love you and you didn't love her?" She stands back up straight. "What you /want/ is what should motivate your every action, your every desire, Remy."<br><br>She moves a little closer to him, "Do you want in on a little secret?" She looks to the left, then to the right, as if someone might be listening. "You hurt Rogue every time you disappear, every time you aren't there, every time she's alone when you could be with her. You know nothing about women, and until you do, you should spend your time with your hand instead of females."<br><br>A snort escapes her as she steps away. "For right now LeBeau, this is what I want, but you should realize this does not end our acquaintance. For now what I need you to do is return to the school and arrange a meeting for me with... them." She clears her throat a little then looks back to him. "I'll be waving a white flag, my mind will be completely open to read, but I need to speak to the teachers and students of the school about something that is going on right under their nose. Once that matter is handled, you and I will get back to..." she gestures to the bodies. "... this. And until that matter is handled, I will continue to take care of the various groups that are following you, and the body count and evidence against you will continue to pile up."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remy raises his hands, and slides both the cards and the staff back into the sleeves and he swallows at the nothing caught in his throat again. "A meeting with Jean and everyone else... and then what happens with the guild and me and you?" The cajuns asks, not answering her questions about him and Bella Donna. Not yet. Not before it's absolutely neccesary. "What happens after this meeting?" Remy asks again, curious and a bit worried. He wants to know more and as much as he can. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>A smile, a real one at that, spreads across Raven's face as she steps right up to Remy, almost pressing her body against his she is that close. "The matter of the Bella Donna, this assassins' guild, and all that took place in New Orleans stays between you," she taps his chest lightly. "and me." She then taps her own chest. "So long as you cooperate, Remy. As I said, I will continue to take care of the guild, it is a rather entertaining endeavor and I get my exercise. This meeting is far too important to do other wise."<br><br>Now she leans in closer, unless he moves, to press her body against his, her lips almost touching his, "As for what happens after the meeting, we have to wait until after the meeting to find out."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remy doesn't back away, though the shapeshifter standing close to the x-man, the same distance her adoptive daughter tends to occupy when with the scoundrel, and yet, the smell from the blue woman barely overpowers the scent of the trash and death they stand amongst. Remy's hands clench slightly, not with rage or fear, but, nerves. He's only a man, but he's a loyal man, "We'll talk again soon enough." The cajun replies, unwavering in his stance, not backing down from the threats and promises made by the murderous woman. "Ah know you have a plan, Ah'm not a fool, but Ah'll play along and get you a talk." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Mystique smiles and places a small kiss on Remy's cheek, "Good, because this is important not just to me, but to all mutants."<br><br>Holding up a card with a phone number on it, she takes a couple steps back from him while offering it, amber eyes sparkling as she looks him over. "Add this number to your phone, expect calls from it, because we will be talking again, and hopefully not in a disgusting place like this. Perhaps next time we can meet for dinner?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remy recoils slightly from the kiss, but he doesn't rub at his face like a six year old might, he simply blinks at the woman with a sense of confusion and rage for a flash of a moment. Taking the business card and turning it over between his fingers, the thief makes a show of putting it into the inner breast pocket of his pea coat and then squints at Mystique, "Ah don't think Rogue would be happy t' hear that I'm goin' on a date wither mother..." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Raven rolls her eyes rather large, a show of doing so as she steps back a little more, "A date would assume you were paying, and there would be sex afterwards. This is just dinner you silly little man, because this..." she gestures as the corpses and alley. "... this is more your style, but not mine. I was thinking something nice, with lots of people around. Obviously I won't be able to be myself, because that's unacceptable, but we'll figure something out."<br><br>She cants her head, a playful smiles dancing across her face. "Do you /want/ to go on a date Remy?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This isn't my style Mystique-." Remy finds himself realizing how bizarre this situation is and he stifles a laugh by lifting a hand to his mouth and shaking his head. "Fine, we'll go where /you/ want to for dinner, but Ah am paying, regardless of everythin' ah'm a gentleman." Says the man beated and bruised and standing around a pile of corpses that up until recently wanted his head on a platter and is making a literal back alley deal with his girlfriend's adoptive mother. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't want to hurt Rogue." He answers truthfully and in some way, reveals a bit about himself to the azure femme fatale. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Both of Raven's brow lift in surprise as he finally bares a bit of his soul, reveals something she wanted to know. "Finally, some truth," she responds softly, but then the tone changes to that of a mother, adoptive or not. "If you don't want to hurt her, then stop disappearing on her. Stop leaving. Be there for her, and if you can't do that, then get the hell out now. Stop toying with her or I will make you stop. Get serious or get out."<br><br>Moving now, she collects one of the corpses to toss back in the dumpster, can't leave them laying around and her mode of transportation will need them grouped up. "If you think I can be scary Remy, just wait... you've been hurting Rogue for months now. So get over yourself, grow a pair, man up and /be/ with Rogue."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He may not be slick enough, but as soon as she grabs a body to relocate it back into the dumpster, the thief, starts to make his move to get out of the converstation. Remy starts to slink away into the darkness, a few quiet steps before he breaks out into a jog and a sprint for a bit as he makes to leave and get back to his place and then first things first. Get a hold of Rogue. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Mystique moves with a preternatural speed, not supernatural in nature, but clearly trained. Up over the dumpster, using the wall to run over, a flip and she lands in front of him, most likely either causing him to run into her or slide to a stop, possibly fall.<br><br>"Did I say you could leave? There is one more small matter," all that and she still talks calmly. "You can only tell Rogue that approached you for this meeting, nothing more. If you tell her anything else, ANYTHING... these corpses end up on the front lawn of the school along with one left living to explain everything."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his jog interrupted by running into a woman who's strong like a brick wall, Remy stumbles backwards and lands on his backside, looking up into Raven's amber eyes. "So the whole tellin' her Ah'm going on a date with her crazy mom isn't allowed now, mon bleue cherie..." The cajun notes the sudden change of mind, but stops himself from arguing with her as he lifts a hand to check his teeth and make sure his mouth and gums aren't bleeding from the collision. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching a hand out and up, with expectant red eyes, Remy does expect her to give him the dignity of helping him to his feet once again. "Is dat de small matter, complete secrecy?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Raven offers her hand to help him stand up, "You can tell others we have met, but this is not a date. I have far better choices for partners then you, and I also do not want to hurt Rogue. That is why you won't tell her anything about this, not a single thing. We met, I asked you to arrange a meeting, nothing more." She snorts at him, helping him up if he accepts.<br><br>"What would you tell Rogue anyway? That we met in a dark alley over corpses that were your fault? Tell me what you want to tell her."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing up with the help of the woman he wouldn't exactly call friend, Remy dusts his hands across his bottom, getting the dirt off his backside and pea coat with a look up to Raven once he's done, "Oh, simple, tell 'er dat her crazy mom was stalkin' me, talked some sense int' me about spendin' real quality time with you, Rogue, and den she kissed me. On the cheek, Ah wouldn't let 'er if I could actually stop 'er. She's scary as fuck when she's got her mind made up. Just like, you, Rogue." Is he really trying to play this off a bit too playfully?<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>The reaction is just as quick. Still holding his hand she yanks him toward her, spins him around while pinning him against her body her other hand goes to his throat, pinching. "You think this is some sort of a joke!" she hisses in his ear. "You think my daughter's happiness is being /forced/ on you?!"<br><br>She tightens her hand on his throat. "I could kill you right here, right now and toss your body in with the others! Do not fuck with me Remy LeBeau, I am not a patient woman!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:265|Remy LeBeau (265)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remy squirms, but he knows he couldn't break free of her grip, not unless she wanted him to, so he tries to find his balance while still being controlled by someone else physically. His voice is strained, scraggly with her fingers squeezing against his wind pipe. "Your daughter is the most importan' t'ing t'me." He says, before gasping for air and grasping at her wrists holding his throat and at her other arm. "But we both know y'couldn't go t'rough wit killin me and breakn' Rogue's 'eart." He's absolutely calling her bluff nearly immediately too. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:605|Mystique (605)}} has posed:'''<br>Mystique's hand continues to tighten around his throat as she whispers in his ear, "She will get over you in time and find someone that deserves her." Her intent is to push him right to the point he would black out, that split second before death. "I own you little boy, and that is the only reason you will wake up passed out on the floor of this alley."<br> <br>
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