[He was a creature of night, whether thanks to work or an equally active social life, but Luceti had quickly removed both of those enjoyments. The bars and newly opened club offered little to help a major dry spell, although Remy was more than ready to head off on a new mission into enemy land to steal more information. For now he was playing a good little helper, waking up earlier than he generally liked to and lending a hand to the farm before keeping an eye out for any other events. It kept him out of too much trouble.]
[Stumbling himself to his bathroom, Remy scrubbed his palm over his face and eyes, attempting to wake himself as he paused long enough to turn on the shower. Heading to the sink to take up his toothbrush, the mirror offered not the reflection the Cajun was use to seeing. Instead was a rather stunning, and rather naked, young woman stood there, and it took a long moment for Remy to remember that he had not had a good night at the club previously, but was looking in a mirror.]
AAAAHHHH!!! [The toothbrush hit the ground as he grabbed onto the edge of the countertop with one hand, the other reaching out to the mirror but stopping midway to return to his, or her, own face. Grabbing hold of his cheek, he pinched it hard between his thumb and finger, pulling at it as if it was a mask that would come off. Getting no satisfactory results from that he released his face, instead slapping his palm hard against the same cheek.]
Merde! Dieu! [That didn’t help, nor changed what he saw. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t! He was Remy LeBeau, a man, not a femme! He wasn’t an angel or bird either, but he had wings…] Godamn this place!
[Slapping his palm hard against he counter top, the action relieved little of the frustration he felt, before another string of curses got loose as the steam from the shower began to cloud over the mirror. Quickly turning the hot water off, Remy wiped a hand of the mirror to clear it, glaring at the reflection that answered him. This had to be temporary, it had to be. Another BS trick by the mad men who kept them here. The sinking realization that he couldn’t just hide out in his apartment until this all blew over sunk in, and Remy came to the conclusion that he was going to have to face the rest of the day stuck in this form. Hopefully he wasn’t the only one.]
( [Action: Locked to Wanda] )
[Action: Open]
[A man, or currently woman, of his word, Remy tried to carry out his day as normal as possible. Primarily this meant heading over to give Luke a hand at the farm until early afternoon, heading back into the village for a late lunch, and to check out any randomness Luceti was dishing out.]
[Voice]
[Evening however found him trying to forget the day at HQ, drinking until everything was becoming a blur and trying to distract himself away from reality. Maybe not the smartest idea, as this body was a bit more of a light weight to what Remy was use to as the edge of his words began to slur together into a thicker Cajun mess of an accent.]
‘is be total merde. Just ‘cause I like ‘e femmes don’ mean I wanna be one. Too much work. ‘ough, if ya be a femme out ‘ere, ‘nd still interest’, sure we can still have fun. [A chuckle followed, along with the sound of another drink being taken. Both were followed by a silence, the music of the club filling the space until Remy spoke again.] ‘is better not last a month or more, don’ wanna go ‘rough all ‘at.
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[Stumbling himself to his bathroom, Remy scrubbed his palm over his face and eyes, attempting to wake himself as he paused long enough to turn on the shower. Heading to the sink to take up his toothbrush, the mirror offered not the reflection the Cajun was use to seeing. Instead was a rather stunning, and rather naked, young woman stood there, and it took a long moment for Remy to remember that he had not had a good night at the club previously, but was looking in a mirror.]
AAAAHHHH!!! [The toothbrush hit the ground as he grabbed onto the edge of the countertop with one hand, the other reaching out to the mirror but stopping midway to return to his, or her, own face. Grabbing hold of his cheek, he pinched it hard between his thumb and finger, pulling at it as if it was a mask that would come off. Getting no satisfactory results from that he released his face, instead slapping his palm hard against the same cheek.]
Merde! Dieu! [That didn’t help, nor changed what he saw. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t! He was Remy LeBeau, a man, not a femme! He wasn’t an angel or bird either, but he had wings…] Godamn this place!
[Slapping his palm hard against he counter top, the action relieved little of the frustration he felt, before another string of curses got loose as the steam from the shower began to cloud over the mirror. Quickly turning the hot water off, Remy wiped a hand of the mirror to clear it, glaring at the reflection that answered him. This had to be temporary, it had to be. Another BS trick by the mad men who kept them here. The sinking realization that he couldn’t just hide out in his apartment until this all blew over sunk in, and Remy came to the conclusion that he was going to have to face the rest of the day stuck in this form. Hopefully he wasn’t the only one.]
( [Action: Locked to Wanda] )
[Action: Open]
[A man, or currently woman, of his word, Remy tried to carry out his day as normal as possible. Primarily this meant heading over to give Luke a hand at the farm until early afternoon, heading back into the village for a late lunch, and to check out any randomness Luceti was dishing out.]
[Voice]
[Evening however found him trying to forget the day at HQ, drinking until everything was becoming a blur and trying to distract himself away from reality. Maybe not the smartest idea, as this body was a bit more of a light weight to what Remy was use to as the edge of his words began to slur together into a thicker Cajun mess of an accent.]
‘is be total merde. Just ‘cause I like ‘e femmes don’ mean I wanna be one. Too much work. ‘ough, if ya be a femme out ‘ere, ‘nd still interest’, sure we can still have fun. [A chuckle followed, along with the sound of another drink being taken. Both were followed by a silence, the music of the club filling the space until Remy spoke again.] ‘is better not last a month or more, don’ wanna go ‘rough all ‘at.
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