Multimuse RP written by Jayn, 25NB.

Jean-Phillipe Charles, also known as Fantomex, lounged on the hotel room's sofa, calmly toting one of his guns. He smiled underneath his mask, which he'd kept despite wearing neutral-colored, fairly simple civvies. "Bonjour," the man said softly, looking Remy over, "I think you 'ave something I want, yes...?"

Sure enough, someone was in his room, and to his unfortunate chagrin, it was Fantomex of all people. All cozy and laid back on the sofa.

"Putain..." The exasperated sigh spoke volumes.

As always, he was there for a reason. Knowing the man's line of work and reputation, Remy had a feeling it pertained to his most recent heist. He wasn't foolish enough to keep his prize on his person. The device was small enough for him to keep stashed away with his fence.

"Wut, dis?" Remy gave him the finger, then proceeded to get a glass from the desk on the far end of the room. Filling it with water from the tap, he downed the contents.

"Ah could've slipped something in your glass, monsieur. Jou should be more careful...unless we're already friendly enough for jou to trust me. So, is my little prize headed to your NOLA friends, or...?" He stood up, tossing his gun on the sofa, then took a few slow steps towards Remy. "I do respect a man of your position, you know. I wouldn't ask so nicely otherwise...& besides, I didn't come here to fight. I like you too much to bruise that beautiful face of yours."

Actually, he'd somehow been unable to find what Remy had stolen. That slightly pissed him off, but sometimes Jean didn't mind a bit of a challenge. Master Thieves welcomed adventure as long as they knew it would all be worth it in the end. Besides, he preferred his current life much more to being imprisoned in The World.

Now having this thrust upon him, it brought all of those feelings back. He loathed it; he had spent years struggling to overcome them, and it only took a moment to shatter that resolve. Once he was through with his yelling, his anger, and the sickness, all he could muster now was to just cry. What sense was there in fighting his supposed nature if it would always end up like this?

Kylie speaking again gave him some insight into what his home life had been like. A father who got shitfaced on his—their—birthday. Jean-Luc wasn't the prime image of a father, but one thing he did do was celebrate with him. He questioned his methods often, but he never had to question his love for him, even if he wasn't blood.

Remy just quietly listened, getting a hold of himself before he got to the point that his breathing broke. He wiped the stray tears from his face, not allowing his emotions to muss his face further. His eyes just glassed, ruby glow dimming and the shot puffiness absent because of their void-like trait. He could only assume that the accident involved Kylie's powers, but hearing that he had gone to juvie involuntarily huffed a short laugh out of the thief. As inappropriate as it was, he couldn't help himself. Being arrested and held captive was such an insignificant experience for Remy that he'd always make a joke out of it, getting proper sleep there since he had the authorities looking over his shoulder for him. He'd always break out.

Remy sniffled, an off smirk on his lips, "Amateur..."

Better off without them due to poverty was such a bullshit answer. If Kylie was trying to get him to see their father in a better light, he was failing miserably. But the mood had gone grim again when he revealed what had happened to their mother. That they had killed her.

"You—" ugh, he had to get used to referring to themselves as a unit now, huh?

"I'm sorry 'bout maman, we ain't kill her...if she died in childbirth, it's 'cause she ain't get de right care. Dat some connerie he put in ye head?" Remy took a deep breath and sat back on his knees, finally staring back at his brother.

It would have been so easy to believe that, to have taken her life away and be left with some demonic child, like some curse. But it wasn't. They were just born mutants, like so many other children they'd come across. Just like the ones in this school.

Remy made a mistake when he decided to talk about their father: calling him a "coward" & cutting too deep. Kylie glared at his almost-carbon-copy, almost growling as he felt the anger start to build up in him.

"Hey now," he snapped, fists clenched, "Don't be talkin' about ma' Daddy like dat. He 'ad enough shit wit me, & wit losin' his wife. You dunno 'bout him, so why don' you keep 'dat sloppy mouth shut? & hey, you da' one just come crawlin' in here like a damn mutt, putain. Where's your home?"

“I agree. Come, Rela.” Anakin was now highly alert, sensing the concern palpitating from all angles. He had to admit that he had been slacking of late, had let his guard down when he wasn’t on a mission and had let the force drop from his mind. Lately, the force had become too much for him to handle, the highs and lows were becoming his new normal. He needed help soon, he knew and yet, he hadn’t approached Obi-Wan about it. “Obi-Wan and I do not see eye to eye so much anymore. He doesn’t.. Understand me.”

They both turned and left the area, Agen staying behind as it wasn’t necessary for him to follow. Anakin chose to follow Rela, letting her lead the way in case she had a specific spot in mind. “Do you think your old Master could have helped me, Rela?”

Her blue eyes widened in shock when Anakin admitted that he & his Master were no longer getting along. Saying such a thing did not alone amount to treason, but it also wasn't something that should be said in front of Coruscanti passerby--especially since Anakin was often doing things that the Jedi Council strongly disapproved of. If he wasn't so talented & good-natured, he would've been dismissed from the Order years ago.

Rela hurried after Anakin, until it became clear to her that he expected her to lead instead. She headed for the library. It was one of the places where she felt most comfortable, & she knew which sections were least frequented by other people. If she & Anakin wanted privacy, they'd find it.

"Helped you? With what?" she asked, gently echoing her friend with genuine confusion in her voice. "I do not think you need 'help' so much as a change. You've always liked adventuring." Rela smiled & glanced back at him, before quickly focusing on the task at hand again. "Maglos & I were…close. I am not one to break rules, so he explained the Code & the freedoms it…allows for.” She blushed, purple skin taking on a darker hue. “No attachments, but relations are fine. You can go anywhere, as long as you’re helping another Jedi or investigating. The Code is…a guide, not a demand.”