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It was as it always had been for the girl; with a stressed press of her powers, the more tired she became. At least she didn't mutilate herself very much this time around, and that line on her throat had closed nicely. Her eyes are shut as she lazes back on a sofa, and her hands rest on the flat of her stomach. She's wearing borrowed clothing, and a pattern of scarlet diamonds stretch from the back of her throat to its side, and down her shoulders, even spreading as far as the wrists of her slender arms. The room, for now, is vacant with the exception of the mambo, and the smells of earlier, heavenly, breakfast linger. That mixed with the aroma of booze and gunoil.
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Jamie's been busy these days, between Brotherhood jobs, this Friends of Humanity uprising, and just his regular day-to-day. Even for a man who can be in so many places at once, he's been a bit absent of late. But today he finds himself in Hell's Kitchen again, stopping in at the safehouse to check in and touch base; there's usually someone around to have a quick chat with, whether they want to talk to the duplicating prankster or not. And maybe grab something to eat. The lock clicks open, and Jamie walks through to spot Lynette stretched out on the couch. "Hey there, darlin'," he says, walking easily toward her, but moving to flop down into the chair opposite the couch. Jamie leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looks over Lynette's form, noting the scales, and isn't afraid to comment on them. "Been pushing your limits again, looks like?" It's not a chide, or a judgement, just an observation, and a conversation opener.
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Lynette pops her eyes open at the sound of the lock flicking. Solid, serpent like, she gazes into the darkness and then realizes it was someone she knew. Turns out, she had a weapon, and slowly, she lays down a massive hunting knife and slips it back between the back cushions of the sofa. It was staying with her for now, and always in reach. "Oh, s'you, chere. Long time." She smirks sleepily and then glances around the room as a whole. Yawning, she moves to sit up, scratching at her neck, her curls shaking. "How y'doin'? Y'stayin' safe out dere?" Then his comment, "Yeah, had t'. Turns out m'bein' hunted. Ain't dat nice?"
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"After what happened in Mutant Town last night, sounds like we're all being hunted," Jamie comments, his eyes locking onto the large knife. "I'm doin' fine. Raven keeps me busy, these last weeks. I'm keeping my head down, though. Safe as can be. Miss hangin' out with you, though." He shifts, and motions to the knife, changing the subject back to her comment about being 'hunted'. "That's not exactly standard issue, is it? Something more interesting than plain old flatscans come after you? You know you could have come to crash at my place, if you're trying to lay low. Least there's a bed you can use there," he comments with a bit of a smirk.
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"Yeah. Read 'bout dat, too. S'madness now, n'gonna get worse. We'll stop'm." She concludes, and glances toward the hidden blade. "Nah. S'm'trophy. Belonged t'de prick dat came in, tryin' t'take me back home. Was as de bar, Vic was dere, dough." Smiling, she nods, reaching a hand out and squeezing his knee. "I miss y', too, chere. I be alright. M'jus'…jumpin' here n'dere. Gonna leave de school soon. I, I make it. Might take y'up on de bed s'mtime, least de couch."
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"Door's always open, darlin'," Jamie says honestly, briefly touching Lynette's hand as she gives his knee a squeeze. "Whatever the situation, you know?" He's not going to ask about her and Victor; he's not dumb, but she doesn't owe him any kind of explanation about her relationship with the man, whatever it may be. "So who's the asshole, the one that tried to take you back home?" Looks like she and Victor managed to handle things, and from what little he's known of Victor, and the line around Lynette's throat, his immediate suspicion is that the jerk didn't make it out alive.
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"T'anks." She gives another squeeze and then pulls her hand back. "Y'know, I don' know 's name. Jus' 's face. I let Raven see it earlier, n'dat made me lil tired. Neva used m'powers like dat b'fore. Den, I did s'm readin' wit Remy. Well tangled in messes, it seems." Another yawn, she pulls her legs close against herself, and drags a blanket along. "M'sorry. M'tired n'ain't much f'comp'ny. Y'doin' ok?"
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"You're just full of surprises, darlin'," Jamie says with a bit of a grin at the revelation of her using her powers to show Raven her attacker's face. "Well, hopefully you either put him down for good, or at least put the fear of god into him, make him think twice about coming after you again," Jamie says. He's not going to press the matter if she's not keen to talk about it. And he can understand being tired, for sure. The last few weeks have been non-stop, and it's a miracle he's managed to keep his energy up, to be honest. "You know you can always ask any of us for help, if you need it." The comment about her being tired gets a nod, and he leans over enough to give her leg a light pat. "I'm doing okay. Lots of balls in the air, but fortunately I've got lots of hands to juggle 'em. But I hear you, darlin'. If you're tired, I can clear out." And he moves to stand, and take a couple of steps back toward the door before stopping. "Hey. No harm in asking, I guess. What's the deal with Victor?"
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Lynette reaches out for him, gently gripping at his jacket and leading him to sit on the sofa. "Don' leave. I don' know where Vic's at. Stay here?" She questions, and should he sit, she'll move over and rest her head on his lap. "What'd mean? Raven asked me t' 'splain 'm, too." Yawning, she closes her eyes and takes a deep, steady breath. "M'seein' 'm if dat's what y'askin'. Dat ok?"
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Madrox lets himself be stopped and led to the couch to sit, and when she rests his head on his lap, he'll rest his hand on the top of her head, stroking lightly through her poofy hair. "Of course it's okay," he says when she reveals that she's in a relationship with the man. "Always been up front about things, and always said what we had was no strings attached. If you're happy, I'm happy for you, darlin'," he says. "And if nothin' else, handy man to have hanging around, right?" He cracks a grin, making the joke maybe to cover up any disappointment or feelings of inadequacy he might be experiencing.
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