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#king of thieves / visage #HE’S GOT THE HAIR!!!

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Remy hadn’t realized how much of his life had stopped in the last year while he was licking his wounds--he’d somehow narrowed everything down to working at the bar, and taking work for the guild, and occasionally working as Gambit. The finer things had seemed less important than his own suffering, band-aids that he was asking to fix bullet holes. He’s coming back alive slowly, and even though he’s still not entirely keen on walking through museums or going to jazz clubs by himself--they’re things that he likes. Things that belong to him alone. So he does them. 

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when a man sits down next to him and begins speaking, accompanied by a flurry of hand motions that he’s able to pick up on as sign language. He’d been taught some sign language growing up--it was useful for a thief to be able to communicate in silent situations--but he’d rarely used it since then, and he’s pretty sure all of the words he knows are related to stealing. Still, he does his best and says his words out loud just in case it’s as bad as he thinks. 

“Enchanté, cher. My name is Remy and I do enjoy the arts, no coercion needed. Been a while since I been out to a proper museum, though--the collection of Monet paintings was just the thing I needed to draw me out.” He grins and leans just a fraction closer, a chuckle on his lips. “Though to be honest? I’m fairly certain one of ‘em is a forgery.” 

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Joseph was a big fan of the arts, music, poetry, paintings and so on. So sometimes when He had some free time Joey would go to art museums and galleries as a nice way to say others art

Joey had been there for a bit now, walking around and seeing the nice art they had on display, he was starting to feel a bit tried so sit down on one of the benches, there was already a man sitting there so Joey waved before siting

“Hello i’m Joey, i’m guessing you’re fellow fan of the arts, that or someone dragged you here, either way have you seen any cool exhibits? i want to make sure i don’t mess any” Joey signed though if the man seemed lost joey did have His phone witch had a text to speech app on hand

#thread / joey wilson #joey wilson / jericho

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“Enchanté, Miss Luna.” Remy smiles warmly as he approaches the table the younger girl is sitting behind, pens full of dogs and cats in various states of motion to her left and right. The action draws the attention of his own cat, a dainty orange thing that takes one look at the others and decides she’s had just about enough of that, and busies herself winding herself and the leash she’s wearing around Remy’s ankles until he picks her up. 

“It’s good to see a face as lovely as yours on a day as fine as this. And doin’ good work, might I add.” He chuckles and wraps the arm that isn’t full of cat around her shoulders in a sort of half hug. “Had many takers yet?” 

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It was nice to know that, even while the city was disintegrating into insanity, the clinic still bothered with innocent things like Adoption Days. Luna was in charge of the table this time. It was set up in a local park. She’d only brought three dogs with her, but she had a list of all the animals they had available. With all the other clinics closed they were overrun. Dogs and cats were either being left behind or abandoned as the situation grew more perilous; she wasn’t sure if she would be able to find them new homes. As tempting as it was, she knew her father wouldn’t let her bring them all home.

She was arranging the forms on the table when she caught sight of a familiar figure. “Remy?” 

#thread / luna amaquelin

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The thing is, he doesn’t really want to be angry about it anymore--she deserves to be happy, and asking her to tie herself to him when she clearly wasn’t going to be would have been an act that was equal in its cruelty. It’s just--harder than he thought it would be, in practice. She’s standing in front of him and all he can think about is everything that he trusted her with--she’s walking around the streets of this city arm in arm with Erik, with all of Remy’s insecurities just gathering dust in a box at the back of her mind. Everything he works so hard to make sure that no one sees behind the flash of a grin or a flick of the wrist. 

“I got a place upstairs, District X has two too many people for it to be home. I’m takin’ contract work, because the team is the same.” He sighs, finally looking up from the patterns he’s been tracing on the outside of his pack of cards to meet her gaze. It would have made something in stomach twist, once. “Things ain’t gonna go back to the way they were, Anna. Much as I’d like to stop feelin’ like this, and walk up to you one day and tell you that I found the same kinda happiness you got for yourself--it ain’t gonna happen.”

He sighs and rubs at the back of his neck, gives a half shrug of his shoulders. “But I’m all right, Anna, really. You ain’t gotta feel bad for me anymore.” 

#you go back to him; and i go back to black / anna marie #thread / anna marie

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#king of thieves / visage #feat. lucifer

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That’s What You Get, Paramore

#hasn't been your night eh chère? / muse

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“Well now Jack, that is both a simple and a complicated question to answer.” He says slowly as he starts in the direction of a coffee shop he knows of nearby that also serves decent breakfast food. “The simple answer is this,” He pushes his sunglasses up into his hair and blinks his eyes a couple of times, as reliably black and red as the cards in his pocket. “Which came with a neat little trick where I can make things explode just by touchin’ ‘em. The only friends I got are here, so, I figured I should follow. Made sense.” 

It had made sense at the time--he was good at being a member of the X-Men, it had seemed like something he could easily fall back on as he settled into the post phase of his life. He hadn’t really thought about how close it would put the two of them, how maybe moving on with his life meant potentially moving on in more ways than just his relationship. “Beyond that--I don’t really have a good answer for you. Seems like the place for people with nowhere to go, don’t it?”

He sighs and shakes his head, settling his sunglasses back into place and smiling again, less forced this time. “What about you? You speak as though you seen my fair hometown.” 

#chat / jack hall

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“A man of solitude, don’t think there’s many of your kind ‘round these parts.” Remy busies his hands with a rag and a glass, something that’s almost a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. If you had asked him a year ago, he would have said that solitude and quiet were for men with no appreciation for a good time--but these days, things tend to be more quiet than not. Anna took so much of the noise of his life with her, so he tended to lean into it these days. “Well, I ain’t in much hurry to get home yet myself, so I hope you don’t mind the company.” 

The man speaks again and this time Remy’s interest is genuinely piqued--maybe it’s because there’s something about being behind the bar top that triggers an innate need to listen to the problems of other people, maybe because he’s a little more sore of people to talk to these days than he knows how to deal with yet. “Well now, I don’t know if I’d go that far. Maybe what you need is a gentle push in the right direction from a helpful stranger. I’ve been told I’m particularly gifted at readin’ people.” He makes a show of humming thoughtfully, even though he’s already gathered most of the information he can pull from only looking.

“I’d place my bets on the idea that you got courage--briefcase, undone tie, I’d wager it means you go tête à tête with some real heavyweights on the regular, no?” 

#thread / foggy nelson

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He would have never thought there would come a day when he’d be grateful for the presence of Quentin Quire, but apparently there’s just a first time for everything. The new presence in the fray allows him to easily fade into the background and get on with his work, and getting on with his work means he’s able to shake off the unwanted memories of whispers being traded about the boy with the devil’s own red eyes, and the devil’s own strange magic powers. 

He mentally notes all of the entrance and exit points, where his target’s office is on the exterior of the building, the make and model of security cameras posted diligently underneath street lights. It’s not gonna be a difficult score by any stretch of the imagination, but it could get complicated if he isn’t careful. Luckily for him, the universe just provided him with some backup. 

He charges the ace of spades and tosses at the feet of the crowd, and it has the intended effect. “You have my utmost thanks, Mr. Quire.” Remy drawls to his savior, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “They get one look at me and make certain--assumptions around these parts. And that’s even before I make a playing card explode in front of their very eyes.” 

#thread / quentin quire #quentin quire / kid omega

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“I’ve been thievin’ money from rich assholes since before I could walk, Pietro.” Remy grins as the man’s motions suddenly turn from calculating into a flurry of precise motion--he’s always a little transfixed by it, even though he’s been witness to Pietro taking off from standing about a hundred odd times by now. “I am capable of doin’ some basic math. And if I’m not, well, I’m confident in my abilities to get someone else to do it for me.” 

He smirks and takes a long pull from the bottle of beer he’s been nursing all night, before proceeding to take his time in lining up his shot. It’s decent, and he’ll freely admit that for all the time he’s spent in the back rooms of bars with a pool cue in hand, it’s never really been his game. But Pietro’s clever as a fox, and isn’t about to agree to take him on in a game of cards. “Maybe I just like watchin’ you work, and hustled you into showin’ off. And if it’s uppin’ the ante you’re after, I could be convinced of that.” 

#thread / pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff / quicksilver

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Remy has a general rule of thumb not to trust people who make a habit of walkin’ around with their hackles raised--but he has no real choice other than to take Marrow at her word, and hopefully he can use his mouth to keep an arm’s distance, just in case she changes her mind. He forces his shoulders to relax, keeps his hands firmly in the pockets of his coat where the goods are currently stowed. 

“Well, seein’ as there is about to be a very unhappy millionaire without the funds to donate to his beloved NOVA, I suggest you join me in turnin’ your night rambling route in the other direction.” He grins and shrugs his shoulders, throws a glance up at the window he had easily crawled out of not minutes before. He’s still riding the spike of adrenaline from the heist, from neatly checking off the box of a contract for the guild, and he finds that he doesn’t even really mind the unexpected company. After all, he wouldn’t be quite himself he didn’t enjoy a good gamble in more ways than one.

“I find myself short of sleep these days as well, you see. Find it best to use the time productively. Not often I meet a fellow insomniac this way, however. Bad dreams?” 

#thread / marrow #sarah / marrow

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It’s strange, that for all of the numerical miles and people he’d put between himself and her, he could still read her so easily. It’s like a language he had thought he’d forgotten, a set of instructions he doesn’t need anymore--the discomfort written so clearly in the way she folds her arms, the set of her jaw. He shoves it aside--he doesn’t really care if she feels uncomfortable, not anymore. “You can’t have expected me to stick around and watch, and you’ll forgive me, but keeping you appraised of my movements cased to be a priority.” He says slowly, after a long moment where Anna does her best to fill the silence like nothing had happened between them. “I went home for a while, I’d been putting off my duties with the guild for too long.” 

He takes another long drag from the cigarette before flicking it away, putting it out with the toe of his boot. He regrets not having something in his hands immediately, and turns to tracing his fingertips over the worn cardboard edges of his pack. “Turned out that wasn’t enough distance, so I tried a lot of places. Dublin for a while, then Japan, and eventually made it down to New Zealand. Then I decided it was time to stop hidin’ from life.” 

He’d needed space between himself and the two of them, numerical distance that was some kind of proof--of healing, of the idea that there was a world beyond the pain. There had been people--a dancer in the Paris ballet, a broad shouldered blackjack dealer in Monaco with green eyes who kissed like it was a fight, a farmer in New Zealand who came close to being something, who Remy had abandoned in his bed without saying a word. They’d all been temporary fixes for a sudden onslaught of loneliness--never anything more. 

He sighs and drags a hand through his hair before shrugging his shoulders. “I ain’t moving to District X, but I’ll come if Scott calls. We both know I ain’t much good for anything besides stealing.”

#thread / anna marie #you go back to him; and i go back to black / anna marie

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Back To Black//Amy Winehouse

#you go back to him; and i go back to black / anna marie #hasn't been your night eh chère? / muse

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@annamariexrogue

Objectively, he’s aware that there’s a healing period.

He needs one too--he had thought he was well versed in all of the ways a person could experience pain, adept at nursing himself through the various bruises of the heart and of the body. He had his rituals--an ever present bottle of whiskey tucked into one of the hidden pockets of his coat, the familiar weight of his cards, the specific shade of violet they turn when they’re charged with energy. He could count on those things to set him to rights. 

But this time was different, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was going to be. He had watched Anna Marie walk away because she was in love with someone else, and he knew in the marrow of his bones that there wasn’t really going to be any coming back from this one. He had handed her the heart inside of his chest, and she had handed it back because it wasn’t as good as the one that beat inside of Erik. And that was just it. There was nothing he could say. 

He lives with the knowledge now, the empty spaces. He sits on the front steps of his apartment and takes a long drag from a cigarette, and he lets the smoke filter down through his ribs as he watches people pass by. It should hurt, watching clandestine meetings and nights that people can’t let go of quite yet, but he finds that doesn’t feel much of anything about it. It’s not something he’s going to have. That’s when he sees her, just walking down the street--and he’s surprised to find out that he doesn’t feel much of anything about that either. Just--more nothing. 

He takes another drag and debates just letting her walk by, but then she looks up from the screen of her phone and their eyes meet. “Still going walking after midnight, I see.” The habitual addition of cher just sits on his tongue like dead weight, a hanging monument to the chasm that opened between them in the blink of an eye. 

#thread / anna marie #you go back to him; and i go back to black / anna marie #THIS IS SO LONG I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS PLS NO NEED 2 MATCH #!!!

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Remy hasn’t actually been to sleep yet, thanks to a wild card game that had ended with his ace of spades exploding a table into splinters, and because of that he’s only about seventy percent sure the person in front of him is actually a real person. Even if it isn’t a real person, and he’s having a very elaborate sleep deprivation hallucination, he pulled this same move about a thousand times back in New Orleans when he was training with the thieves guild, and he’s not about to turn them away. 

“Y’know, I think I am desperately in need of some caffeine myself. And I would hate to have a corpse on my hands where one could easily be avoided.” He offers a hand and doesn’t have to dig that far to come up with a grin. “Remy, and what may I call you?” 

“Hey, you got a buck to spare? I swear to god I will die if I don’t get some coffee in me. I promise I’m good for it.”

#chat / jack hall #jack hall / jack of all trades

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Gambit by Marko Stanojevic

#king of thieves / visage

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“No apologies necessary, cher.” Remy laughs as he looks at the remains of a morning coffee now splattered over his t-shirt, a ratty thing from a boxing gym back in New Orleans. He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was running--his thoughts meandering to everything from his three cats to a craving he’s been nursing for beignets from a specific pastry shop--and he had run directly into a young man who had simply been nursing a coffee and looking at his phone. Luckily his sunglasses had stayed firmly in place after the collision, hiding his eyes from those who might hold certain biases. 

“It was my fault, allow me to buy you another one to make up for it.” He smiles warmly and peels the shirt up over his shoulders, tossing it into a nearby garbage can. “There’s a shop not a block away that has an espresso that will change your life, I swear on my maman’s grave.” He doesn’t really know if the woman is alive or dead, but the point stands well enough. 

#thread / terry mcginnis #terry mcginnis / batman beyond #let me know if you want anything changed!!