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The night before had seen something that was like a nightmare, at least for the dark skinned girl, and newest member of the Brotherhood. She had stayed with Madrox for most of the night before moving toward the 'safe house' in Hell's Kitchen, and taking up residence on its sofa. Later that day, by fate or in passin, she had ran into Remy LeBeau and had practically begged for him to sit with her at a diner close by. Now her fears were returning to her, and she didn't like the idea of being alone.
The snows were heavier now, blanketing sidewalks in a few inches, and turning the roads into a grey-brown slushy mess. There was a false sense of calm with the season, but everyone knew that the city was turning into one powder keg after another.
Turning her head about, the floofy haired girl then looks across toward the Cajun sharing her seat. "What dey did t'dat man, Remy…" she murmurs timidly before holding onto her cup of coffee for dear life. "I jus'…I ain't neva…We gotta do s'mt'ing."
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"S'what we doin', love." Remy says with a tilted head, looking as close to compassionate as he can. "Takin' it day by day. Lot o' messed up stuff in dis world. Hate t'say y'almost start gettin' 'custom' to it."
Into his pocket go his hands as he fishes for his pack of cigarettes and his lighter.
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To be fair, the last time Lynette had seen Victor hadn't really ended all that well. The cops had shown up and he'd disappeared into the night…not that it was the law he was fleeing from so much as the dangers of his own bloodlust in full-swing.
Today however, it seemed things were calmer…that and he wasn't elbow-drenched in entrails, so that's a plus. Pushing into the diner, the large man in the furred coat sniffs the air, his eyes searching the room.
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"I don'…m'fraid it ain't 'nough. We have de warnin', n'dey do dis?" Shaking her head, her curls swing about almost violently. "Non'. Ain't right, n'we c'n' sit idle no mo'." Her face twitches and finally she rolls her eyes up to meet Gambit's own. "I wan' t'find dem. I wan' t'kill'm all."
Looking toward the front door at the sound of its bell, she quirks a brow and sits back in her booth. "Huh, s'Vict'r. Been meanin' t'talk wit Ms. Mystique 'bout 'im." Her hand goes up and she waves, trying to draw attention to the beast of a man.
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"Angah be one ting, m'lady. Rage blinds on d'other hand. Be careful. Lookin' inta de monster makes one de monster demself." Speaking of monsters, Remy's eyebrows raise as he sees the hulking man enter through the doorway. They go up just a bit higher as Lynette seems to know him.
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"Lynette? You good?" Victor greets, not exactly struggling to spot her in the diner. That's about as much as he offers as far as questioning how she'd handled the other night…or about as much detail as he's going to get into publicly given the bodies he left behind. A sidelong glance towards Remy and he raises an eyebrow. "Who's your friend?"
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"M'…copin'." She admits gently. Scooting over, she allows Victor room to join her side of the table should he wish to. "Dis Remy. Remy, dis Vict'r. S'friend t'us. Hell, is one 'f us." If people couldn't tell by looking at the hulking figure. Her attentions turn up toward Creed, who drawfs the girl, even when sitting down. "Y'doin' alright? I didn' see y'afta ev'ryt'ing happened. Y'didn' get hurt, did y'?"
Looking back to Remy, she considers him for a moment and sighs. "I jus', I don' see how else t'deal wit dis, chere." Her voice lowers, keeping the conversation to their table, and their table alone. "Maybe…maybe if dey t'ink we freaks n'monstas, den maybe we s'ould live up t'de name."
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Lynette's vouch for Victor seems to change Remy's demeanor in total. He gives a nod towards the man and finger waves from his propped up arm. "Charmed."
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Victor just grunts towards Remy, as good as a returned aknowledgement as one could expect from the man. Apparently claiming a seat for himself at the table, invited or not, he shakes his head at Lynette's question. "Havin' too much fun, didn't want to ruin the night, takes more then a little scratch to put me down darlin."
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Even if she knew that Victor was like them, his comment has her quirking a brow; she didn't know everything about him, after all. Turning back to Remy, she continues speaking after taking a silencing sip of luke warm coffee. "Jamie's all bruised up, too. N'I get de feelin' dat all dis'll be blamed on us. I got de peace rally dere t'morra…I don' know how dat's gonna go. I don' wanna cancel it, s'f de kids, y'know? But what if dey c'm back?"
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Victor's comments take Remy's attention as the latter wonders who this mysterious man is and what he's talking about, but he doesn't ask on account that it would be pretty forward, and given that the little young lady is asking him some questions. "Mebbe you be wantin' em to come back. Or mebbe you can use it as a way ta get dem t'come back. You been talkin' to Raven 'bout dis at all?"
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"Peace rally for our kind is gonna bait someone out, even if it's not outright said. Kids, adults, always someone who has a problem with someone. They come back? They'll get the same treatment, one by one if needs be." Yep, Victor doesn't seem concerned about a rematch, or what the after-effects might just be for having such a thing witnessed.
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"Non, I ain't seen her. Jamie tried t'warn s'm of us last night w'en it was happenin'. Dunno if 'nyone was dere, dough." Rubbing at her brow, she brushes through her curls and takes another drink. "Dat's de t'ing. I /don'/ wan'm dere. Dey be babies dere, n'mo' in'cents. If dey show up, dey's gonna be blood." Glancing toward Victor, she sighs. "Ain't f'us, s'f'r kids. Jus'…s'mt'ing peaceful f'god damn Chris'mus. T'inkin' if we teach de kids dey ain't gotta hate, den, y'know…maybe t'ings get betta." It was a hope, but a thin one at that.
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"P'haps you aint gunna have no choice, chere," Remy says. He nods to Victor, believing the other man to be right. "Best ting y'can do is prepare fer it. Tinkin' you bettah have dat convo wit Raven."
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Another 'grunt', maybe Victor doesn't agree…but he's agreeing not to disagree outloud. Sounds like this project ment a lot to Lyn, the rally was her baby. That didn't mean he wouldn't keep his nose to the air for trouble if someone did come along to start something though.
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Lynette frowns, her lower lip pouting out just so as she gazes over toward her fellow swamp-rat. "I guess y'right. I c'n only talk wit'r when I get de chance. Don' got a way t'really call on'r. Note to de fridge, y't'ink?" She smirks, half-heartedly. Glancing back up toward Creed, she studies him and then looks back down to her coffee. Another sip, she then drains the hot liquid before setting the empty mug down and away. "Jus', stay safe out dere, non'?" She requests of Remy, offering him a tender smile.
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"Note's as good an idea as any. She busy jus' like d'rest of us." Remy chuckles as she implores him to be safe. "Remy always safe, chere."
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Victor doesn't really know whom the third party they're talking about is, but he listens none the less…for a few moments, then he gets bored and hungry enough to raise a hand, trying to draw the waitress attention. What are the odds a place like this sells booze? Not great, but hot food might be possible.