[Luceti] 2nd Shuffle [Action] (backdated to the 3rd)

[cajunspice]

December 30th to January 2nd

[Remy had been a little quiet of late, something that generally fell out of character for him. He hadn't shown up to act as an annoyance at anyones house, store, or other facilities; hadn't been picking up new items for his apartment or ammunition; hadn't wasted time around the coffee shop. He had just vanished.]

[For those who decided to venture into his apartment, which he left unlocked due to there be nothing in their worth stealing, would find any flat surface was covered in tools of his job. Blue prints, photos of buildings, detailed drawings and notes, tools used to adapt his own since Luceti was still lacking items he needed. The only thing missing was him.]

January 3rd

[He was tired, he was sore, he ached in places he forgot he had... but god damn if Remy hadn't had fun! Missions, missions was his answer to boredom. Sure, he was playing a tool for yet another group he didn't really want to, but it let him scratch his itch. Infiltration, it just translated into stealing in his mind. Remy LeBeau had found a new way to pass the time, and he couldn't be happier.

Strolling his way around the township as if he had been there all the time, the resident Cajun looked a little worse for wear. The left arm of his coat hung loose, moving with the wind as his actual arm sat in a sling close to his body. Sunglasses managed to hide a few scratches and bruising as well as the tiredness in his eyes. His uniform he wore showed signs of seeing better days, patches of blood and rips, but most of this was hidden by his coat.

He made several stops around the village:

The Item Store, to restock on cards,

The Weapon Store, to get repairs and replacements for his knives and bo staves,

The Clinic, to check his injuries were on the repair,

The Grocery Store, to replace no doubt some of the stuff needing to be thrown out in his apartment by now,

and Good Spirits Bar, for a little something to help him sleep tonight,

Before heading back to his apartment for the night.]

Comments

[cajunspice]

Curiosity.

[Remy had managed to avoid needing the help of the clinic so far, able to take care of any minor bumps and bruises he had caused, but considering the strain he put on his shoulder, better to get it checked. Would not do him any good to lose mobility or flexibility.]

Just need to check everythin' goin' to be in workin' order, or headin' that way.

[frost_jewel]

[She would love to tell him that Curiosity doesn't leave one in a sling but, really, she knows that isn't true. Curiosity has teeth and bites.]

Then at least sit down, and take off your coat. [Gambit doesn't ever seem the type for the formalities of the clinic and frankly, neither is Mia most of the time.]

[cajunspice]

[Shrugging the coat off with his good shoulder, Remy let the loose side just drop away, before slinging the item over the back of a chair and taking a seat where indicated. He hadn't done a bad job patching himself up, was well use to it, but still knew better than to go without a check up.]

'm all yours.

[frost_jewel]

[Once Mia starts looking him over in earnest, no, he didn't do a bad job. She can do a better one, though.]

Will you tell me what did this?

[There's no sense using a big spell on him if a medium one will do.]

[cajunspice]

Just makin' new friends 'nd upsettin' a few folk.

[Let's ignore he might had gotten a bit to close to one of two of his own explosions. Being in the dome made him lazy, he had forgotten the feel of his powers at full strength and had taken a stupid risk. Remy wouldn't make the mistake again. So that explained a few of the burn marks, which by previous standard of when he was learning his powers, weren't too bad.]

[The shoulder was his main concern, he hadn't dislocated it again, but it was close. Immobilizing it helped, but it the constant ache of it was setting his teeth on edge. He would have to work harder to build up the muscles around it, strength what could be to hide its weakness.]

The normal.

[frost_jewel]

[Given how difficult it is for him when he moves his arm, she doesn't ask him to do that very much; she's of the mind that he dislocated it and then tried to fix it himself. Regardless, it's worth the best Psynergy she can use, and she rests her hands gently on either side of Gambit's shoulder to cast it.

There is no light show, no real evidence at all that she's done anything - maybe the barest blue-white flicker across her hands - but it should start to feel better immediately.]

[cajunspice]

[Remy wasn't really sure what to expect when walking into the clinic. Maybe just securing his arm a little better, some disinfecting for cuts, maybe a few stitches if needed, but not for some young girl to touch him and have the pain vanish. Slipping his arm out of the sling Remy rotated his shoulder, not longer feeling the bite behind it.]

[He let out a low whistle.] Colour me impressed, petite, that some handy skills ya got there.

[frost_jewel]

Thank you. You should still be careful for a day or two. [Drawing up her memories of Gambit in the "Danger Room", Mia folds her arms.] If you come back with this same problem before then I'll have to lecture you first.

[cajunspice]

[Remy couldn't help but grin at the threat as he slipped his coat back on, with much more ease than he had gotten it off.] Yes Mom. [It was refreshingly amusing, to hear such a command from such a girl. She need not worry, he had no plans to do anything but sleep for the next two or so days.]

Merci for the heal job.

[frost_jewel]

You're welcome.

[With a smile. She's used to a lot more complaining and shrugging-off.]

[cajunspice]

[As he headed for the door, Remy paused to offer a smile back at her.] Don't take this the wrong way petite, but hope I don't have to see ya 'gain. At least not for the same reasons.

[He offered a brief wave before stepping outside and back into the cold.]