[remuswilliams-blog]

“Actually, I’m staring at the person behind you,” he said, “He can’t be older than fifteen – too young to have a fake ID like yours.” Remy glanced back to the girl, grinned, and shook his head. 

[slidingsock-sam]

Sam glanced back, her eyes meeting once again with the man’s next to her. A grin fell upon her lips mirroring his. “You’re probably right,” She laughed, taking another large gulp form her glass. “So I suppose you are gonna buy me a drink then?”

[remuswilliams-blog]

“Nope, you’ll just have to master the art of charm on your own,” he said, “Practice makes perfect, you know. I was boring and actually waited until it was legal to get drunk and hurt myself.”

[slidingsock-sam]

Being nineteen was the most boring age to be. That’s what a fake ID was for. Assworth? Assworth. Sam had never seen this place. Of course things do change when you aren’t around for a year. 

With her legs crossed, Sam sat perched on a bar stool, a class filled with whiskey pressed to her lips.

“You know if you keep staring at me like that you’re going to have to buy me a drink.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

“Actually, I’m staring at the person behind you,” he said, “He can’t be older than fifteen -- too young to have a fake ID like yours.” Remy glanced back to the girl, grinned, and shook his head. 

[remuswilliams-blog]

“It’s not the speed that matters, it’s the experience,” he huffed, “I only hunt the bad mutants. You know, the ones that torture their own kind, kidnap babies, try to blow up cities, and sell other mutants to those little underground rings everyone seems to forget about. It’s not like I’m Elmer Fudd hunting Bugs Bunny. What do you take me for?”

[psychoscopic]

“I won’t mince words. I take you for a murderer. Isn’t that what you are? Isn’t that what you do?” She couldn’t help but get a temper as she ran her little interrogation. She felt more kinship to her fellow mutants that she couldn’t describe; the good, the bad, and the ugly. It was his job to hunt them, like deer. Her gloved hand, placing her fingertips under his chin and lifting it as she glared. “One more chance, before I learn every single of your secrets. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remy's eyes widened in alarm because there were secrets locked away that couldn't be released to the public. "I'm telling you the truth about myself," he said, taking a deep breath, "There are cases that I investigate and prove mutants innocent! I only target those that purposely hurt others. I'm not on the mutant's side and I'm not on the human's side."

It was very, very rare to see Remus Williams so angry.

"The whole world is wrong!" he snapped, "What else do you want me to tell you? That I shouldn't kill the mutant that twists off heads for fun? If you look at my head believe me, you're going to see a lot of that. Disgusting things not even in horror movies."

[psychoscopic]

“I can solve a Rubix Cube in two seconds, and learn a language in one.I was thinking more along the lines of why you kill mutants, which ones you’ve killed, and who you do it for.” Her nostrils flared as she edged ever closer, Staring Remus down and hopefully being intimidating.

[remuswilliams-blog]

“It’s not the speed that matters, it’s the experience,” he huffed, “I only hunt the bad mutants. You know, the ones that torture their own kind, kidnap babies, try to blow up cities, and sell other mutants to those little underground rings everyone seems to forget about. It’s not like I’m Elmer Fudd hunting Bugs Bunny. What do you take me for?”

[psychoscopic]

“Oh, so they must have been a tree standing in front of you as you slurred your way into this rent-a-bed. Hey, how did you even get this job when you can’t lie for shit?” Her lanky ivory arms uncrossed as she advanced on the man, standing just far enough to where he could take touch her. Then she began to extend herpalm, brows drawn high. “Anything you wanna tell me before I do this the easy way? This’ll give you a headache for like three days. You could just tell me everything you know and save yourself the trouble.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

“Everything I know? Isn’t that a little broad?” he asked, “That could mean just about anything from my vast knowledge of an introductory Spanish course to how to solve a Rubix Cube in under a minute.”

[psychoscopic]

“Yeah, just for you. The good news is, even though you’re a dick, I’m leaving you here alive. Albeit naked. Bad news, you ask? I’m taking your wallet and reading your mind.“

[remuswilliams-blog]

“Look for the record, I wasn’t stalking you,” he said, “I was stalking the person in front of you. You were basically just my shield.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remy squinted at Oliver, studying the other man’s sudden change in expression. “If you identify as a male, you don’t want people calling you a woman,” he said, “It has nothing to do with women being a bad thing – which it isn’t – although, I have to say that you making a leap assuming because I like cooking, cleaning, and bandaging you up that those qualities makes me a woman. We live in the twenty-first century, don’t we? Hey, I see that half-eaten waffle on your plate. Don’t hide it under your napkin.”

[oliverbeckham]

“Ah, but that’s what you assumed. I never called you a woman, I said you had the mannerisms of a housewife. Haven’t you ever watched cartoons? Tom and Jerry, the housewife in the apron with the spatula, I simply expressed that you reminded me of one.” he said with a bit of a shrug, not taking much of it to heart.

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remy gave a little huff, then broke into a smile. "Well, who doesn't like aprons?" he said, "Especially when there are spaceships on it! I see you staring at my galaxy."

[oliverbeckham]

The man ducked his head down, arms protectively coming up over his head to avoid getting hit too hard, the man let out a little noise. “Hey!” he said, pushing himself up from the table. “You act like being like a woman is a bad thing, you aren’t sexist, are you?” he asked, a hint of seriousness.

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remy squinted at Oliver, studying the other man’s sudden change in expression. “If you identify as a male, you don’t want people calling you a woman,” he said, “It has nothing to do with women being a bad thing -- which it isn’t -- although, I have to say that you making a leap assuming because I like cooking, cleaning, and bandaging you up that those qualities makes me a woman. We live in the twenty-first century, don’t we? Hey, I see that half-eaten waffle on your plate. Don’t hide it under your napkin.”

[oliverbeckham]

“I never said it was because you liked to cook, it’s in your mannerisms. The way you move, the way you talk. You remind me of a housewife.” he said simply, ignoring the others pout. “Cute.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

“Mannerisms?” he blinked, “Movement? The way I talk? So you’re saying...that all that makes me like a woman?” Remy’s brow twitched, he whacked Oliver with the spatula again, and sulked his way to the sink to rinse off the dishes. 

[remuswilliams-blog]

“No you don’t,” he said, “Do you want more bacon? You’re running low.”

[oliverbeckham]

“You remind me of a housewife, and it will never cease to astound me that you are a grown man, a deadly man at that.” he said, shaking his head.

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remy smacked the back of Oliver's head with the spatula, just as he threatened to earlier. "Just because someone likes to cook doesn't make them a housewife," he pouted.

[remuswilliams-blog]

“A spatula of diamonds,” he whispered.

[oliverbeckham]

“I-…” he paused, shaking his head and giving up entirely. “I give up on you.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

"No you don't," he said, "Do you want more bacon? You're running low."

[remuswilliams-blog]

“That’s right! You know I’ll hit you with a spatula otherwise!”

[oliverbeckham]

“Was that supposed to be a threat? You might want to try harder next time.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

"A spatula of diamonds," he whispered.

[remuswilliams-blog]

“That’s very nice, now eat your omelets before they get cold.”

[oliverbeckham]

Oliver smiled in triumph and took a bite of the warm food, grinning at the man.

“I suppose, but only for you.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

"That's right! You know I'll hit you with a spatula otherwise!"

[isaac-burke-is-back]

So, not exactly danger, just an idiot in a tree. Probably something wrong with his head.

Still, he swings the AK, to the side and ovobserves the male hanging upside down with a raised eyebrow. The deep blue shirt he wears contrasts with the landscape behind him and eventually, he comments dryly.

“if you insist.”

He turns at a slight jog to retrieve the Guitar case, and the Guitar hidden nearby. As well as to holster his weapon. He calls back.

“There a reason you’re in a tree for a meteor shower?

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remy rolled his eyes as though the answer was obvious, then held the telescope before his eyes so he could zoom in on Isaac’s face. “Obviously I won’t be able to see the meteors if I’m near the lights of the town,” he said.

“You missed a good amount of those shots,” he added, “Your accuracy needs some work, so you should practice more.” Remy hoisted himself up so that he was straddling the branch and stared down at Isaac.

“What are you doing with an AK-47 anyway?”

[isaac-burke-is-back]

The light rain patters gently on the damp field. In the middle stood a tall, decently built man, he glances at the surrounding landscape and edges closer to the rock, covering any possible attacks from the rear. Briefly he closes his eyes, counting in a steady beat. The guitar case at his side open, though the guitar nowhere to be found.

In an explosion of movement, the 5'10 male swings an AK-47 over the edge of the rock and fires. The majority of the shots end up in a tree, marked with a red bandana. The male speaks aloud, a soldiers sense screaming ‘danger.’

“Ninety percent made it to the tree.” At this point he swings himself over the rock, crossing the 250 yards to the tree as he speaks. “Terrible groupings.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remus Williams picked the wrong night to study the stars because although the rain was expected to subside, the AK-47 was not included in the weather forecast. He slipped from the branches and tumbled upside-down, preventing himself from falling only because he was lucky enough to hook his legs on a branch.

He dangled there, wearing his typical, classy suit ensemble and clutching a childish telescope. “When the meteor shower comes, I’m going to ask if you mind toning it down a little,” he said, “Gunfire ruins the magic, but you’re welcome to sit up here and join me.”

He paused.

“Oh, and don’t shoot!” he said, “I come in peace.”

[oliverbeckham]

“A ty jesteś tak jasne, jak dziecko, które zjada kleju.“

  Du bist nicht der einzige, der voller Überraschungen, gut aussehend.

[remuswilliams-blog]

“That’s very nice, now eat your omelets before they get cold.”

[oliverbeckham]

“Chinoise … vraiment? Ce que tout savez-vous exactement?“

Je peux être pourri, mais vous mon ami, vous êtes un homme-enfant.

[remuswilliams-blog]

你的头是关于空如蛋壳

我讲更多的语言比你，白痴。如果你还没有意识到它已经，我一个人充满了惊喜。