[Luceti] APPOINTMENTS

[cajunspice]

This post is for any and all interactions to be made with Remy

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[Action, May 30th]
[Voice, October 12th]
[Written, February 2nd]

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[shades_of_jean]

Was thinking so, yeah. It's hard to do my usual jogging with all the snow outside, so I'm doubling up on my other training. [She smirks.] I wouldn't want to get complacent, after all.

[cajunspice]

Oh, no, can never have that now. [Does know that feeling.] I can finish up here for ya 'nd let ya at it.

[shades_of_jean]

No rush. I don't want to kick you out of your training. And I know you're not in any rush to get back out into the snow yourself.

[cajunspice]

Yeah, donno what I was thinkin' when I signed up for Mags, never would had taken it knowin' we would had been stuck in the middle of a ski field.

'm pretty much done for now, can only blow so much stuff up 'fore someone calls the cops on ya. Well, maybe not here, but ya get the point. Explosions get so borin' after the first, oh, thirty minutes.

[shades_of_jean]

[Jean gives him a look as if he had just grown a second head.] Explosions? Boring? How old are you again? I was under the impression men never grew out of their love of such things.

[cajunspice]

Oh, come on Jeanie! Ya really believed that?! Of course I don't get bored of mon explosions, 'ssumin' I don't get too close to them, that is. [Remy grinned as he moved the ice pack to his other hand and bent over to scoop up the empty card packet.]

'll get the place cleared up for ya. Luckily, don't take too much to do that. I hate cleanin' up.

[shades_of_jean]

To be fair, standing too close to an explosion isn't boring. [She laughs, and teases, lightly.] Geeze. You really had me going there for a second. Why don't I help you clean up? It's as good a warm up as any for the ol' brain muscles.

[cajunspice]

I was just goin' to let the room do it, or throw 'nough power at them so they turn to cinders.

[Tapping a foot against the ground, Remy paused to consider his options. She was one of Xavier's kids, she might be helpful... if he was willing to talk about it. A bit difficult, he was still hurting over the bitching match he had with Rogue, and the shaking of his trust in others again.

But what options did he have.] Ya use to help out with trainin' the other kids back home?

[shades_of_jean]

Cinders are easier to sweep up than debris, it's true. [She allowed, before answering his question.]

Yeah. A bit with Kurt and Kitty and Evan, a bit more with all the new recruits. They can be a handful, believe you me.

[cajunspice]

Take it ya got good results? No maimin' or the like? [Beating around the bush Remy?]

I might, need a hand 'long those lines.

[shades_of_jean]

[Hey, weren't you just telling Wanda you didn't hurt women? (badum-tish!)]

Yeah 'no maiming' was generally where we started out with them. [She blinks, a bit surprised, but does her best not to make a big deal out of it. She's pretty sure Remy doesn't ask for help lightly, and the last thing she wants to do is accidentally shut him down.]

Sure thing, what's up?

[cajunspice]

[Opening his mouth, Remy began to let out a lie, it was easy enough to do. But he quickly reconsidered, first going ahead with telling her, and trusting she wouldn't freak out on him.

But it didn't mean he had to tell her everything, it still wouldn't be a lie.] Long story. Might be worth a seat, 'nd a drink.

[shades_of_jean]

Hm, want to hit the cafe, then? My training can wait.

[cajunspice]

Was thinkin' more the bar, but guess we can do it ya way as well. [Remy answered, before going to scoop up his coat and slipping it back on.

Heading their way to the cafe, getting their drinks, Remy led the way to a more secluded corner of the building, away from prying eyes and ears.]

[shades_of_jean]

[Jean doesn't argue his choice of seats; after all, she got to chose the location, he might as well chose the seats. She cups her chai latte in her hands, enjoying the warmth and smell.]

So. Your powers? [She prompts, her tone easy enough, but her volume low enough to keep the conversation private. ]

[cajunspice]

When I got my powers, I didn' have good control over them, [Remy pulled out a flask as he spoke, opening it and pouring some of the contents into his coffee, before giving it a stir and taking a sip.] Couldn't charge when I wanted, couldn't stop when I needed to. [He raised a hand to show the sign of surface level burns on his palms.] Lived a half of my teens in gloves so not to make items 'nd people go boom, 'nd the other half in bandages to cope with burnin' my skin off durin' the first half.

Long story short, I had brain surgery to help me control them. 'nd it worked. I got full control from whatever they were developin' 'nto, cut my energy output in half.

[shades_of_jean]

[She nods, letting him talk. A lot of his story is familiar. Uncontrollably powers. Dangerous situations. It was, sadly, part and parcel of many a mutant's childhood. Even Jean herself had had a bit of it, though granted, not nearly as bad as many of them did.

She was familiar with his burn scars, having seen them on more than one occasion. However, pointing out people's scars was never the sort of thing that Miss Manners would recommend.

The brain surgery, though.] Wow, Remy. That's-- intense.

[cajunspice]

Yeah, but desperate times 'nd all that. Couldn't work, my father had taken me off jobs after I vaporized a painting we were retrieving for a client. Was too scared to get close to those I loved, 'case I accidentally charged them. This looked like my only choice.

Thing is, started rethinkin' it all after we got thrown into that battle that it might be better for me to be back at full charge, even with the power limit they got on us. So I got it reversed.

Trouble be... 'm kind back to needin' to learn how to use them 'gain.

[shades_of_jean]

Ahhh. A power surge then. I went through one of those recently. [Jean... was not at all sure of Remy's logic. Massive power + control and skill was not lesser than even GREATER power but no guarantee of control. It was his power, though, and it was not up to her to question his motives or methods.] I ended up going much the same route as you; I had the professor put-- blocks in my head, so I could slowly reintroduce myself to the power, a bit at a time.

How has it been, then? Are you finding your years of practice have helped some, or are you back to square one?

[cajunspice]

It helps, merde it helps. Wouldn't had even thought of doin' this if I didn' 'ready have control over what I was doin' 'fore. Just... not too sure where to take it from here.

Most of my old control practices ain't that advance. Don't blow up something, normally. Need... some guidance I guess, to see what I can do.

[shades_of_jean]

Well. I can help with the exercises we give some of the kids. Ray, Amara, even Jubilee. I can also just, you know, be a sounding board. The Professor has one on one sessions with all of us, to discuss our powers, and I'd be lying if I said sometimes just talking doesn't help.

[cajunspice]

You want to get me talkin'? More than normal? [Remy let out a whistle.] Silly fille. [But...] Merci.

I think I can push beyond what I could normally do, want to be able to do more than just charge an item. 'm sure I can. I got creative with trainin', but kinda buttin' my head 'gainst a brick wall.

[shades_of_jean]

Please. I lived with Kitty for over a year. You think I can't handle the likes of your chatter after that? Like, as if. [She mimics Kitty's vernacular for a moment, playfully, before getting back to the subject at hand.]

Your powers are based in the transference of potential energy into kinetic energy, correct? What sort of-- creativity are we talking, here?

[cajunspice]

Chargin' things I don't normally. Most of the stuff I did before was simple, chargin' the object I was holdin', not what was in the object. Other than to reheat coffee, but even then, it was still heating the mug, not the liquid itself. Transferring the energy through an object and into another behind it.

That 'nd thinkin' just 'cause I can charge solids, why not liquid, merde, or gas. Still all molecules, right?

So far... things just goin' boom. 'nd not that stuff 'm tryin' to make explode.

[shades_of_jean]

[She nods, eyebrows going up a bit. Those... are some terrifying goals. ] Good. Good. Good to have steps towards mastery. Maybe hold off on trying to charge the air just yet. That sounds terrifyingly close to "atomic explosion" and I don't think we want to go there, just yet.