Alone in the darkness;; Remy

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

The streets were dark, it's skies littered with a million dazzling stars that shone so brilliantly that they lit the roads below and gave off a most blinding, and ethereal glow. Without them, the entire street, and the rest of New York city, would be plunged into a night time of pure undisturbed darkness. The winds blew softly through the streets and alleyways, forcing just a few stray bits of rubbish to scrape along the pathways, like chalk on a board.

It was this type of weather, and time of day, that a female mutant, now thankfully dressed in jeans and a tight fitting top, liked most.

The female was perched behind a tall lampost, whose light was flickering on and off at seperate intervals, her mis-matched eyes narrowed and constantly switching from one side of the empty street to the other as her pale nose twitched, scenting the presence of any being which dared to get near her. None did. The young girl was pretty much alone, though it wasn't actually too late - just after ten in the evening, though most people, because of the current dangers, decided to get off the streets earlier. It was a wise decision to be sure, especially if they had come across Ash, because she didn't much like ... Well, anybody really. It was more of a trust issue though, and the fact that she'd never met a single decent being her entire life.

A low, soft growl emitted from the female's mouth as she stepped out from behind the streetlamp, her hands outstretched yet clenched slightly. She resembled a prowling wolf, just waiting to snatch up her prey. Indeed, shed not eaten in a couple days and her stomach, along with the girl herself, was also growling and grumbling beneath her clothes. However, the growling and the clothing was nothing compared to her general appearance. She wasn't actually bleeding or anything, though there were blood stains on her clothes. Actually, she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, though she did appear quite deranged.

As she walked, she passed a couple of men who gave her the eye, and she growled quietly in response, barging past them. She was more aware of the world around her now, yet still a little 'lost'.

She headed into an empty alley, where she found it to be more quiet, and therefore mot to her liking, and leant against one of the walls, looking up at the night sky. She felt at peace for once, and like nothing coul touch her. But she also felt lonely. Sighing, she released her right hand's metal claws and gazed down upon then, a dreamy look in her eyes while the distant voices of gambling men reached her ears.

[Remy LeBeau]

Remy LeBeau was but a shadow in the night, leaping from rooftop to rooftop with ease. While his staff aided him on the more difficult and lengthy jumps, Remy's natural ability did the majority of the work, never staying in one place for more then a mere fraction of a second. Whether it was just his personality, or his mutant ability to draw out energy in objects, Remy was always on the move, and became quite restless when forced to be still. Unless, of course, the heist was important enough. The only thing Remy liked more then gambling, women and jumping around on rooftops was stealing something.

But not tonight, even on this most perfect of nights, Remy had other obligations to attend to. Mainly, the stealing of people's money through card games. Standing atop the city, looking out on all the glittering lights, Remy is, as always, reminded of home. The home that made full legends out of him and told their children at night to keep them safely tucked in their beds. However, New York was different, in New York he blended in with everyone else. On buildings so high the people on the ground couldn't make out the shadow of man, Remy was nothing more then a shadow. Until, that is, he comes back down to the ground, then his red eyes seem to always have a hint of a glow, a fire that burns behind them.

Sliding down fire escapes and literally bouncing off walls, the way down was much faster then the way up, even for Remy. Every muscle fine-tuned to his surroundings, every sense alert, the only noise the Cajun gave off was the sound of the very end of his trench coat flapping in the wind. Even when landing on the ground, his boots give off no sound, his muscles all moving together in precision to prevent any injuries.

It was startling to see a man 'fall' from the sky, though by now, the occupants of the building seemed used to Remy and his 'games'. They had surely grown accustomed to his eyes, the eyes of the devil himself. A single card seemed to fly from Remy's hand, landing gracefully on the poker table, a joker, face-up. Remy's calling card. It signaled to those playing that their game was over, and Remy's was just about to begin. In the world of gambling and poker, Remy reigned supreme, and that was made known to everyone.

Just as Remy was about to take his spot at the table, surrounded by his normal group of gorgeous women, he was distracted by an unusual shadow outside. To anyone else, it would be just a shadow, but to the man who was just a shadow himself less then a minute earlier, he knew the truth. "Save my seat mon belle." Smiling to a pretty brunette, Remy winked to her as he made his way to the alley. "Starin' is not polite, o' did ya momma not teach ya dat?"

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

Fenrir had spent a lot of her life hiding in the shadows as she hunted for whatetver target she'd been givven by her superiors. She'd worked for Weapon X, willingly at times, and at others, not so willingly, but at both she'd had to be a shadow. A ninja, if you will. The best way, according to the big bosses, to get your opponants weak spots, was to catch them off guard, and Ash had happened to be rather stealthy when it came to sneaking up on people. She had been the best at what she did, at the time when she was really trying.

So sticking to the shadows wasn't anything new to her. She happened to love the ark, and the moon especially had to be one of her favourite sights. She absolutely loved it, and having the time to watch it, now that she had no prior engagements, well it was rather nice. At the same time, she also happened to like using her mutant abilities, but times to do that were scarce, what with the registration act and the sentinals ... It all made things a little harder to deal with things. Especially if you had an angry human mob at your tail.

Just as she were about to retract her claws, she heard a voice. She would have scented the being it belonged to before the figure appeared, but she'd been rather distracted by her own thoughts. As it were, she was now looking up, her gleaming intrusions still present as she admired the rather handsome cajun. The first thing that caught her attention were his ruby red eyes. Her own red eye was exactly the same shade as them, except she were ofcourse blind in it.

"I never had a mother." The female retorted, her voice quiet and yet, strangely feral and seductive in a way. It wasn't intended, just the way she spoke. The only reason it sounded as such was because she spoke with a sort of growl, that was much like Wolverine's voice, but a lot more feminine. In fact, Ash happened to be rather pretty, but it was obscured with her feral appearance and the slightly unkept hair. She never had time to dress up or make herself look even better, because she'd always had jobs to do, and orders to carry out.

As she watched the male with deep interest, she straightened up slightly, her wings underneath her trench stretching the fabric of her clothing. It was hard keeping them restricted all the time.

[Remy LeBeau]

Just a girl. That's what the shadow had turned out to be. Remy had seen the shadows take on many horrific shapes and sizes in his lifetime, but rarely the shape of a girl. But that seemed to be linked to his demons being more men then women, and when it was a woman, she was dead. No amount of Cajun voodoo could bring the dead back to life. Not for Remy.

"S'funny, neit'er did I. Yet I don' stand 'round starin' at people." Quite the opposite really, Remy looked at people as little as possible. He memorized them, then moved on to something else. Maybe it was the disgusted looks in their eyes when they met his own eyes, or maybe it was just his need to know every detail of his surroundings and not focus on a single one too long. Whichever it was, Remy didn't care.

Stepping closer to the girl, Remy's eyes scanned her up and down, though his head never moved, never looked down. "I'd ask what ya doin' here, watchin' ovah my game an' generally makin' people nervous now dat I brought attention t' ya, but I don' have t'. Dat look in ya eyes, I seen it before, not a good one. Bettin' part o' it has t' do wit' dat scar on ya face."

Nothing ever escaped Remy's observation, but that was all about training, training that had taken over his life and consumed him. Outside, in the shadows, Remy was at peace. He saw what others did not, his eyes so accustomed to the darkness that seeing in the dead of night seemed almost second-nature to him. But then again, when one possessed the dark and disturbing eyes of the devil, it seemed only fitting that his eyes learned to adjust quickly.

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

Ash always seemed to surprise a lot of people. When she'd been suited up and masked in her Weapon X days, most of her enemies assumed that she was a male, and then were taken by surprise when she revealed her true ientity. She'd just been a young girl. Even now, being eighteen, she appeared younger than what she was ... She looked more like a pretty sixteen year old, and rather scary all the same. She'd never had any friends, mostly because she'd only just escaped her hell hole, but also because she wasn't very approachable.

She might have smiled if she wasn't who she was, at Remy's comment about not having a mother either. Ash had a mother ofcourse, but her mother wasn't exactly very loving, you might say. She'd given her daughter into be experimented upon and used as a puppet and a tool simply because she was in love with her job. Which was quite sad, really, because Ash had always wanted to be loved. She'd never admit it, but she had seeked, for some time now, the love and care of someone.

Anyone.


No-one had ever answered that call, which is why she was the way she was now. She was void of almost all emotion, and unfeeling for anyone around her. She'd helped people out before, but most of the time simply because it was in her morals to do so, and she didn't feel right sitting by while someone was getting mugged, or beaten. She didn't like humans, and believed every single one of them needed to be taught a few lessons.

As Remy mentioned the scar and the look in her eye, the female raised a hand, of which she'd just retracted her claws, and trailed two fingers across her blind eye. Her expression had momentarily turned rather blank and with a look of longing, but it quickly returned to that hardened tough look she usually adorned. "I wouldn't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble." She assured him, her voice yet again quiet. She'd been watching them because it made her feel like she belonged somewhere. To be around people ... It made her feel like she wasn't alone.

However, Remy had her full attention. He was rather interesting, and he had the devil's eyes. At the same time, Ash wondered just what look he was referring to. Perhaps the male had met other people like her in the past. "And I don't really understanf what you mean. I believe I look like any normal person. I could have gotten this scar from falling over in the street."

Obviously that was a lie.

[Remy LeBeau]

Behind him Remy knew that men and women had flocked to the window, the doorway, anywhere to watch. It was a rare treat to see Remy's attention so completely taken away from gambling. A treat that none of the people inside had ever witnessed, and would never witness again. Metal gleamed in the moonlight as she raised her hand, though the sight didn't put Remy off, just confirmed his suspicions of her less then normal DNA, the same sort of DNA he himself possessed. But being mutants didn't make them kindred spirits.

This girl was very different though, and Remy had his guesses, though they all took him back in time to his past. To when he played freely with a young blonde-haired girl, who at times possessed the same emotionless, yet hardened, look in her eyes. His whole childhood had been spent around thieves and assassins, each one as stoic as the other, though both showing very different emotions. To Remy it was a contradiction, to the normal eye, it was nothing more then another person who didn't smile in the world.

"Ya pleadin' ya story t' de wrong person petite." So young, and yet so skillfully trained. Remy didn't have to see a show of her skills to know it, she had proved herself just by her reaction to him. Where normal women would swoon, she stood resolute. Where a younger girl might giggle, her voice held back a tinge of harshness. But it was her hiding in the shadows that really tipped off Remy to investigate further, to confront the monster in the night.

"If I had t' guess, I'd say dat scar came from a knife, o' some blade. I've seen plenty o' scars in my life, kinda hard t' convince me ya got dat from fallin', less ya fell on someone's knife o' course." Taking another step closer, Remy's eyes met hers and stayed locked onto her face the whole time he spoke. "I also be guessin' it wasn't ya who gave yaself dat manicure, tres interestin' though. I got a guess fo' de type o' person ya are, an' I tell ya right now, I spent my whole life dealin' wit' 'em an' I don' like it. So if ya really not here t' cause trouble, stop hidin' in de shadows an' step inta light where everyone can see ya."

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

Ash knew that they were being watched by the many gamblers and woman inside the building, even if the people themselves couldn't see so clearly. She, having been accustomed to spending time in very ark places, could see everything. Every minscule detail was clear as the light of day to her, and it was something, that like her senses, really helped her out. She was half blind though, so in the dark, her right side vision was even more obscured. However, it was still hard to sneak up on her - though not many people tried.

She listened to the male as he continued to speak, her ears perking up slightly and twitching in response to his voice and the words he spoke. He was very smark, or more like perceptive. Her scar was very much from a blade, though it was kind of her fault she had it. If only she'd done as she was told by the scientists, and the soldiers, then she probably wouldn't be half blind. But she hadn't wanted to do what they had asked - she'd been so young, and all she knew was death. It was quite sad.

"Well aren't you the genius." She retorted, her voice suggesting that she wasn't really impressed, though she was. Just by other things. She hid her emotions well, as she was trained to do. She was much like her predecessors - each one had been void of emotion, or had so much rage and anger that they ended up destroying themselves. Ash was both. She was emotionless for the most post, but she did have an explosive temper. Though unlike the others, she had compassion to, especially for those in need.

Not that she was showing it now. She didn't need to.

"I get the feeling you're judging me. So if it will help ..." She replied nonchalantly, staring intensely at the male before she focused her eyes on the window where she could see the many different faces. She took a few steps forward until she was in the light. Her pale skin was clearly visible now, as were her mis-matched eyes and her dark long hair. The bulge beneath her trench was also quite clear and in her wake left a single ebony coloured feather on the ground behind her.

"Happy now?" She asked, a single thin brow raised in question. She had turned her head to watch the male once more as she spoke, awaiting an answer. She wasn't even sure why she was trying to prove herself ... She just didn't want to be seen as an enemy.

[Remy LeBeau]

Even in the dim light, Remy could see just how young the girl really was, far too young to be so void of emotion. Though, that thought would make him a hypocrite, wouldn't it? He had married a girl who was raised the very same way, and didn't love her any less for her stoic nature. It was funny how the past always crept up on you, and how you saw parts of your life in everyone around you. The girl had a lot of secrets, that was just obvious, but didn't everyone? Remy sure had his share of secrets, though most had been forced public by the X-Men and their own hypocritical ways.

"Is it really judging when ya know de truth?" Could he be wrong? Absolutely. But that was a rarity. Remy trusted his senses, and his eyes told him something very important about the girl, important enough that he shouldn't turn his back on her, though he would do that anyway. When one grows up with assassins for neighbors, the thought of fearing death becomes much less frightening. "Ya play cards?"

Gesturing to the building behind him, the table was now blocked by the people standing in front of it. Turning his back to the girl, Remy's eyes fell on the crowd as they almost instantly backed up. Stepping back towards the building and into the doorway, he looked back at the girl. "De name's Remy LeBeau. I go easy on ya if ya wanna play..." Referencing the card table that the crowd was slowly migrating back to, Remy waited for the response from the girl.

Though his eyes were on her, Remy was very aware of the crowd around him. The sound of new card decks being pulled from their plastic then fed into automatic shufflers, the whispers of speech concerning him and the girl, chips being stacked and distributed. There was movement everywhere, and each action had it's own distinct sound. Even the sound of footsteps as people passed back and forth behind him, or his own coat being grabbed by the brunette from before. She had claimed Remy for the night, though he hadn't yet decided who would actually be the one to capture his attention yet.

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

Ash would have said yes, it could be judging. Remy didn't know her; he didn't know anything about her. For all he knew she could have been an orphan who messed with the wrong crowd, but she was far from it. She'd never wanted to be with Weapon X, never wanted to be their little puppet and do whatever they told her to. She'd fought until the very end when she'd made her great escape at the exspense of all those who had wronged her, and made her into what she was; an animal.

Or atleast that was how she felt.

She was over them now, and was trying to get on with her life. Why was it then, that she'd had to come across Remy? She couldn't explain it, but something told her to stick around for a while, if not to satisfy her curiosity, then to atleast find some form of mild entertainment. For one who'd been stuck in the sewers for so long and away from humanity, it wasn't hard to find things that interested Ash. She'd been like a child in a candy store lately, taking an extra sniff of everything, and quite literally at that.

"Can't say that I do." The female answered truthfully, deciding to ignore the earlier statement, knowing that if that sort of conversation continued, she would likely lose her temper, and fighting out here wasn't something that she wanted. Really the eighteen year old just wanted company - it was something that she longed for. She would never admit it, and she rather liked being alone, but there was a part of her that always felt a little lonely, and like she was missing something.

Allowing her eyes to trail of the dwindling crowd, the female remained rooted to the spot for a little while before she took one step forward, and then another and followed Remy inside the building. She could hear the whispers, and every voice was clear to her ears, earning a low growl to escape her. Though she tried very hard to keep her appearance calm - and it was mere seconds before it was void again, like it had been before. "I'm Ashley." She told the male, her voice softed as she watched him, her eyes taking in every detail in an almost scrutinizing manner, as if she were trying to size him up.

[Remy LeBeau]

Remy moved from the doorway only when she came towards him. He had gotten a pretty good look at her in the dark, but was able to see every little detail clearly now. He was considerably taller then her, but that had been obvious outside. For her fairly petite frame, she was muscular, though that didn't deter Remy from noticing the blood stains. The others noticed too, and Remy figured that it made their blood run cold to begin wondering what exactly happened to her. Remy, on the other hand, was very much desensitized to blood and all that came with it, except for death, that never got easier for him.

Taking his seat at the end of the table, Remy sat back as the others talked and concerned themselves with the setup of the game. For Remy though, waiting for the same thing always got old, as evidenced by reaching into his coat and pulling out his own deck of cards. A custom deck, it clearly wouldn't be mistaken for the generic cards being used for play, and thus, no one dared to accuse Remy of cheating. Cutting the deck in half, switching positions of the two halves and then putting the deck back together all with one hand, Remy's attention stayed focused on Ashley.

"Pleased t' meet ya petite." As good as his observation skills were, there was no way that Remy could pin-point her age, and usually didn't try. That's how guys got in trouble, and he wasn't interested in jailbait anyway. "Jus' a guess, but I'm guessin' ya weren't born in New York." Just one of those hunches he got, and of course, the lack of accent that was so obviously eastern United States.

As cards were dealt, Remy threw chips into the pot without even a glance at his cards, waiting for the response from Ashley. He wasn't worried about losing money by betting blindly, in fact, it threw people off and forced them to re-think their own cards. "Bet people tell ya dat ya got interestin' eyes all de time." Only because the blue offset the red one, and they weren't surrounded by black. As much as he did like his own appearance, his eyes would always bring back painful memories, though that wasn't anything anyone would ever know. Even Charles Xavier couldn't get that deep into Remy's mind, even with Remy's permission.

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

Even after leaving Weapon X, Ash had never once failed to keep in tip top shape; plus all those years working as someone's tool and weapon had its perks at times. She was strong, for her age and had been, even before the metal was laced to her bones. It wasn't like she'd used a gym or anything of the sort, but constantly running up mountain sides, and chasing runaway mutants would get anyone in good shape - though Ash was also on the skinny side, sort of. It looked worse by the fact she was taller than the average female and therefore looked a little lanky - though her legs were the longest part of her.

She took the seat nearest to Remy, and kept her eyes on his - looking directly into them. While anyone else might not be able to pluck up the courage to do so, she just couldn't take her eyes away. It wasn't because she was infatuated with the male, but those eyes ... They reminded her of the devil, and she'd been through so much, that she wasn't scared of the red thing anymore. She simply found them to be interesting, and half wondered just how everyone else reacted to Remy.

Well, actually, by going from the swooning females around the room, she could take a good guess.

"You to, but please, I'm eighteen, couldn't you just use my name?" The female pointed out, her facce pale and once again masked with an air of nonchalance. Though to put it bluntly, she looked as if all her emotions had been sucked out of her and what she was now, was what she'd been left with. The honest truth was that she'd blocked them out, to stop herself getting further emotionally hurt. She was once a kid afterall, and when she was young, she was pretty normal, until she was put through those experiments.

She glanced to the side at a rather loud chattering pair of men and resisted the urge to clear directly at them as she turned to face Gambit again, her head tilted slightly. "No ... I wasn't born here. I've been to a lot of places though - New York just seemed like the right place to stay." She'd been at the base most of her life, and truthfully wasn't exactly sure where it was. She could find it though, most probably, if she tried hard enough, but that was it.

The girl was caught slightly off guard with the comment about her eyes, though it didn't show in her expression. "I don't speak to many people, so no. But I bet you do."

[Remy LeBeau]

For some reason red eyes always seemed to penetrate straight into the soul, but holding Ashley's gaze was different. It was her who seemed to be staring into his very soul, into a soul hardened by the harsh realities of life. He had seen and been a part of so much in his life, and looking at Ashley, it was hard to see someone that young looking so emotionally distant. Yes, he had been the same way at that age, but it didn't mean that it was right. He wanted to ask, but this wasn't the time or the place.

"Je suis tres desole mon chere." In all his life, Remy could honestly say that not many women asked him to call them something special. Usually they informed him that he could call them whatever he wanted.

As the betting dwindled down to the last few remaining in that hand, Remy blindly revealed his hand without having discarded anything. A quick glance at the other hands told Remy that he had of course, won that round, prompting a few upset comments from the others. Pulling his winnings to him and distributing them to their proper stacks, Remy glanced at Ashley and winked to her. "Maybe ya be my Lady Luck t'night, non?"

Though Remy was actively playing the game, his attention remained almost solely on Ashley. For being a guy, he was surprisingly good at multi-tasking, but that had come from a lifetime of training. "I see a lot o' people everyday, but I wear sunglasses all day an' night usually. I make people nervous when I'm around. Le diable blanc. De white devil." Remy had come to terms with his eyes, for the most part. He didn't mind wearing sunglasses all the time now, and didn't listen to the whispers when people first saw his eyes. Though he had to admit, it was very nice to not have to wear sunglasses here. His eyes had been revealed here long ago, before he moved to France. After being accused of cheating because of his sunglasses.

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

The female could not remember exactly why she was the way she was, except that she had blocked out her feelings to better get on with the tasks she was constantly being given. Her estranged mother was a big part in it all, and the sad thing was that Ash looked quite a lot like her - the dark hair and pale skin. However she supposed she got her personality and her outward demeanor from her father, whom she'd never met but knew to be an experimental mutant who'd moved to Canada from England. But that was all.

She gave Remy a strange, almost confused look when he spoke - honestly she'd not understood a word of that. All she knew was pure and plain English. His accent however was another story, and though she would not admit it, she rather found that she liked it. It set the male apart from the others almost, especially when it went with his appearance and his over demeanor. Gambit was an interesting fellow, and everything he did and said had Ash curious, though she'd never be able to pinpoint why.

"Maybe." She agreed, an almost amused glint flashing across her mis-matched eyes as she watched Remy, her attention solely on him. At times she would appear to not blink, but this was simply because only one of her eyes actually took part in the action. Her blind one remained still and unfocused, seemingly staring directly at the others around the table, though Ash had no intention of paying them any intention, lest she somehow lose her temper with one of them, which was quite likely aswell.

She listened to his explanation and instantly felt like slapping him. "You shouldn't have to hide them. I like your eyes." She explained, though her comment was less of a compliment and more simply the truth. She knew, however, what it was like to make people nervous. Something about her being young, yet so distant, usually made people walk on the other side of the road, and as far away from her as possible.

[Remy LeBeau]

When the time called for it, Remy could be completely serious, all business and no play, though this wasn't one of those times. Her confused face at his french made Remy chuckle slightly. It was cute. After three years in France, and speaking french his whole life, sometimes Remy forgot when he merged the two languages. Though, he had also been conscious enough to use basic words, but it seemed as if she didn't understand any of it.

"I said dat I'm very sorry, my dear." If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was blond, though her roots told the truth. But at the same time, he could guess that she really didn't get out much, or travel to places where multiple languages were spoken. So why had she come to New York? It was a huge center for tourists and immigrants.

This time around, Remy looked at his cards, discarding two of them only to receive the desired cards in return. Luck wasn't actually a power of his, though it always seemed to be with him, and he couldn't complain. Tossing his bet into the pile, Remy took notice of the people around him. The women glared at Ashley, while the men groaned as they lost their money to the Cajun. "Looks like ya doin' jus' fine as my Lady Luck."

Smirking, Remy shook his head slightly as he turned his whole body to face Ashley, looking her directly in the eyes. "It ain't dat easy t' do. Americans ostracize does dat look diff'rent, an' while de majority o' de population ain't dat religious anymore, religion is still deeply ingrained in people. My eyes, dey look like de devil himself gave life t' me. Maybe dat's true, maybe it ain't, I'll nevah know. But I know it scares 'em, t' t'ink dat in dese already bleak days, de true form o' evil walks freely among dem."

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

Remy's chuckle made the girl narrow her eyes slightly, a pour almost creasing at her lips, though she held it back. Her void and and almost vacant outward appearance, and also inward personality, made it an automatic response to shield her emotions as best she could. If it was little specks of confusion or curiosity, it was fine, but when it came to crying and affection, she just didn't do it. Atleast not publicly. However there were times when she'd been excessively upset - particularly when she'd first entered the sewers ... She used to cry herself to sleep.

Pushing those thoughts aside, the female straightened up, though glanced around to send her own glare towards Remy's female fans. Her eyes still held that almost murderous glance - the look of a killer. She would have no problem popping her claws and showing them that if they kept looking at her like that, she'd have no problem solving their problem for them, by obvious making sure that they couldn't see, speak or hear again. Ofcourse then that would be overreacting ... Something which Ash did a lot.

"In that case, you are forgiven ... I know I look younger than I am." The female admitted. Perhaps it had something to do with her healing factor, or simply her gentics, she did not know, but she did look a little younger than she already was, and probably would continue to age slower than most people. She wasn't sure she really liked the idea of that, and so tried to not think about it. At the same time she didn't know why she was telling this to Remy ... It wasn't really all that important. Right?

She almost smiled as the cajun once again called her his lady luck. But she didn't.

"I'll let you in on a secret." The female said quietly as the male turned towards her. She reached behind her and under her trench rather carefully, and plucked from her wings a single feather, ebony in colour and rather beautiful in appearance. She held it up, and it had appeared that she'd taken it from her coat, rather than from the intrusion behind her. Didn't want to be attacked by anti-mutant extremists, afterall. "I was once called the Angel Of Death at one point ... So while you have your glasses, I have my coat."