#illusionbound

@illusionbound doubled down 🂡 — !

"Hm... père doesn't quite count as a nickname, does it? Though, you're not really mon père but you're kinda like the one I don't have, so maybe it does!"

Send in a Pet Name / Nickname that your muse might call mine, and see how my muse reacts to it.

"Oh, Iv'ry ya don'—" Of course, he would have loved the kids to think of him that way, but he didn't want them to feel obligated to call him as such. Still, it was moving for her to even consider it. With a small smile, Remy nodded his head, bringing the girl into an appreciative hug.

@illusionbound : "Miss Rogue? Do you ever feel like your powers... hate you?"

"Yes" if calling the Wayne mansion a home. She lived there for a while, that she wasn't going to deny, but after Jason's death and Bruce sending her to Zatanna, she became detached to the Mansion. Currently, after her training, Dew lives in the mansion, but has been planning to move out, find her own apartment, just like Dick and Jason has done so.

The mansion still gives her mixed feelings, and she still doesn't like feeling different than the rest. Nothing against her siblings, she loves them dearly, but she still holds a resentment towards Bruce.

"But it's complicated" Dew shakes her head, giving the young girl a ghost like smile "don't worry about it"

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"Would your arm mess up if someone puts a fridge magnet on it?"

He never really thought about that one- considering that the amount of people he went toe to toe with, he couldn't recall one that used any sort of magnet, and those that did manage to disarm him usually took the whole damn thing out instead. Bionic hand raised up, scratching the back of his neck as lips were pressed together, showing that he was thinking about it. Brown eyes gazed back down over to the mutant, a brow still raised.

@illusionbound doubled down 🂡 — ! "I have grandparents?? I never had those before..."

@illusionbound doubled down 🂡 — ! "Excusez-moi, pére! Um, I've been meaning to ask; could... could you teach me how to pick locks? Not for anything suspicious! Non! L- Like for if I accidentally lock myself out or in case I'm trapped somewhere."

"Heh, an' not t'steal, petite?" Sure she'd use it for the purposes she provided, but he wasn't going to fault her for wanting to try to get into places she probably shouldn't.

He led her outside to the tool shed out back, the doors having one of those big old fashioned locks on the front. He figured a classic lock was the best place to start.

Fishing his lock picks out of his pocket, he held them out in front of him to show her, "Learned t'pick locks 'bout yo' age too." Though he didn't plan to lock poor Ivory to anything to expedite her education, not like his father had.