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Bonjour, Remy
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Mercy and Henri had been in the Hub full time for almost a month, and this afternoon, with Henri off delivering some documents to a man who was heading to a new life in a new universe, she'd decided it was a good time to meet up with her brother in law and see if she could talk him into moving into the family home.

"Remy." she said, smiling brightly at him "Et es good t'see yo' lookin' so well. What mischief have yo' been up to, since dis Mercy see you las'? Come in an sit down, de food es ready."
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It had been a month since his brother and sister in law had come to Hub and had stayed. Remy would be lying if he said he hadn't been avoiding them just a little bit since they'd come to stay here, but it was less because he didn't want to see them and more because he wasn't sure how to greet them.

He missed them. He missed home. He missed the Guild and the easy camaraderie they'd all shared, but he wasn't as miserable as he might have been. There were lines of communication, there had been visits; this exile was not as painful as it might have been. And yet, it left Remy feeling awkward.

Still, when Mercy invited him to visit, Remy found himself eager to go, to see her. This visit would only be the first, he knew, of many. His brother would want to see him, and Remy felt his chest ache both more and less at the thought of that. Visits with his family were bittersweet; an immensely happy occasion that also served to remind the younger thief of what he no longer had. Gone were the days of walking down to to the Old Absinthe House or the Maison with Henri or his friends. And he missed that freedom, that sense of home.

And yet, it was a grin that the younger LeBeau brother wore when he appeared at his sister’s door. “Ma Seour, yo’ looking lovely as ever, lucky man be mon frere.” Her words were met with a chuckle, “Aw now, Mercy, I don’ have t’be causing trouble, y’know…” Even if she knew him better than to believe that, he was quite convincing...
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"Oui, he is." Mercy said with a little laugh. It amused her to no end the pains that Remy had always taken to make it clear to anyone who might hear him that he had no designs on his brother's wife. "An' dis Merci es lucky t'have him, an' to have gained such a good brother when Ah married dis Henri."

Remy knew how to charm, and knew how to be convincing, but Mercy had known him since he was a teenager, and more than that, she knew his father and brother. So when he said he wasn't causing trouble, she gave a derisive snort. "Yo' souer did no' jus' fall off o' de turnip truck, Remy. Yo' have been drinkin' an' fightin', and' chasin' women, or Ah am de Queen o' Sheba. So sit down, an' tell me all about it." she grinned, and said, in a tone as innocent as the one he'd just used "Dis Mercy, she is a ol' married lady, an' needs t'live through yo' life, since her own is so plain."
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Remy adored his brother, placing him high on a pedestal that Henri had never come close to falling from, and Mercy was giving much the same amount of affection for how happy she had made his dear brother. To Remy, Mercy was his sister as surely as Henri was his brother, but he also knew his own reputation (he had cultivated it almost lovingly after all) and realized that most people might make other assumptions. And so Remy was always exceedingly proper with Mercy, if affectionately so. “Well, mon frere deserves all de luck, non?” Her compliment earned a happy smile from Remy. It was good to be with family; he never felt unloved around them. “Ah, well, I try t’be a good brother.”

Mercy did know him better than to believe his rhetoric that he behaved himself. Of course she did. Blinking, the thief had the good grace to look surprised that Mercy didn't believe him, and then almost offended at her definition of ‘trouble’. “Now, Mercy, yo’ said trouble, no livin’! Dose t’ings, dry are jus’ a part o’ life fo’ dis t’ief!” He wasn't truly offended, of course, bit Remy was nothing if not playful. “O’ course I been doing all dose t’ings; Remy LeBeau has his reputation, oui? But I would duel anyone who would call yo’ old o’ plain!” He laughed lightly before he settled into his seat more comfortably, though Mercy knew just how serious that threat really was, and looked at his sister, “Dis place, de Hub, et mas many wonderful places. Recently, a new place opened…. Et es called de Green Goddess. Dey have very good bourbon an’ fine company.”
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Mercy knew the reason why her brother was so very proper around her, she just found it amusing, since she knew he thought of her as a beloved older sister, just as he was the younger brother she'd always wanted growing up. Of course, it was also true that Mercy was careful of appearances around Remy, as she had a bit of a reputation of her own. No one would ever doubt that she was completely devoted to her husband, or think that she was less than completely loyal, and emotionally faithful to him. But, by mutual agreement, none of that meant that Henri Lebeau had been the only person she'd enjoyed sexually. Granted, with the exception of marks she'd had to seduce, her extramarital sex had been with women. For the most part, at least, and it was certainly true that Mercy could count the number of men she'd taken to bed, even counting marks on the fingers of one-well, the point was that it was still a relatively small number. So she understood the need for caution in public, all things considered. She still found it amusing, since Henri was the only Lebeau she's taken to bed, and she intended to keep it that way, and she knew that Remy felt the same.

"Henri is a devil, him, an' he has de Devil's own luck, jus' like all de Lebeaus." Mercy said with a laugh. "An' yo' is a good brother, Remy. which remind me o' somet'ing Ah wanted to ask yo'. Now dat Henri an' Ah, are en de Hub all de time, will yo' come an' live in de maison wit' us?" In the Hub, unconstrained by real world geography, the Lebeau Maison was a few doors down from LeCirq, where the portal back to their universe was located. Since they didn't entertain extensively, the first floor had been converted to office space, and a few rooms where people who needed to not be seen while waiting for their transfer could stay. The third floor was set up for people in transit and visiting Thieves, but the second floor, as in her world, was where she and her family had their own living space. There were differences, of course-in the Hub, she and Henri shared the Yellow Room, which, in the Hub was where Pere slept, and one of the bedrooms had been converted into a eat-in kitchen. But it was still the family home, and although she could understand why Remy might not want to rattle around there by himself, but now that she and Henri were there-well, they wanted to have Remy living with them, as it should be.

Mercy laughed, as she knew he'd intended, and shook her head. "Like I said, mischief." she said, shaking her head. Since she'd married Henri, Tante Mattie had started training her to take over the role of playfully scolding the Lebeau menfolk, so that high spirits didn't lead to real problems. "But dis Mercy es glad dat et es no' real trouble. Dis Mercy want her frere t'enjoy his life." she laughed again at his offer to duel to protect her honor, she knew that it was sincere, and his loyalty and affection warmed her heart "O' yo' could show us around de Hub, an' make sure dat life stay interestin'." she suggested, really, she just wanted him around more, and knew that Henri wanted the same.

As it happened, Mercy had been to the Green Goddess. She and Henri had noticed it, seen that it was new, and stepped inside. They hadn't lingered, just had a single drink and then left. She'd been in burlesque clubs before, and other places of that ilk, both for business and pleasure. It wasn't even the first time she'd been in a cat house. Those two things, on their own, wouldn't have shocked or upset her. She still couldn't put her finger on what had bothered her about the place-but there was something about the way that the women had watched the men that reminded her of snakes looking at mice. They'd left, and if she had her way, Henri would never return, with or without her.

So when Remy mentioned the place, playful banted slipped away, and her eyes narrowed "Oui, Ah know dat cat house. Dis Mercy thought dat yo' said yo' had been chasin' de filles, no' buying dem." hoping that an appeal to his vanity would help keep him away. "Et es no' a good place fo' man o' beast."
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The members of the Thieve’s Guild had only made the mistake of implying that anything untoward had even come close to happening between Remy and his sister in law once. It hadn’t, thank goodness, happened in Henri’s or Pere’s hearing, but Remy had been overlooked, as wasn’t all that uncommon for the young LeBeau, and he had set the joking members straight with no uncertainty left in any of them, with a ferocity and viciousness that had left them reeling, and had left the members of the guild without any doubt that not only was there nothing untoward going on, but it was not to be a subject to be poked fun at. Ever.

It wasn’t funny. Remy would never hurt his brother, or his sister in law, in such a way.

Remy chuckled at Mercy’s statement, giving her a small shrug, “Henri don’ need de Devil’s luck. Besides, I’m de one wit’ dat nickname.” Le Diable Blanc, that had been Remy’s nickname growing up, first on the streets, and then with more affection from the Guild. Still, he spoke the statement lightly, with an easy smile.

Live in the maison? Remy blinked, then shook his head, “Non, Mercy, desole.” He sighed, shifting a little, “Et would no’ be right fo’ me t’live en de maison… Et es LeBeau property, an’ dis LeBeau es exiled.” And while Remy was willing to stretch the limits of that exile and bend some of the rules, he would not break them. Were an Assassin to see him, even here… No. He hunched a little bit; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay with them, but Remy was a man of honor, and he had agreed to the exile for a reason, and he wouldn’t cross certain lines. Henri would understand. “I canno’ do dat, Mercy. Desole, please understand.”

Mischief. Well, maybe a little bit. “Non, no real trouble. Yo’ frere es careful.” In all the years of his exile, Remy had never had to turn to the Guild or his family for any real help for himself. And that was good, because he wasn’t supposed to be able to count on that sort of help, and he knew it. He also knew that if it came down to it, if he ever did actually find himself in a place where he had to ask his Pere or frere for help with trouble, it would be there, but it would place the Guild and the family in a bad spot, vulnerable to accusation from the Assassin’s Guild, and Remy would be loathe to do that unless the need was dire indeed. Still, as careful as Remy was, he was a sucker for time spent with family. He knew what it was to not have a family, and he’d been separated from them for long enough that to have them so near was a pull like gravity pulling his feet to the earth. He would fight anyone who threatened Mercy’s honor, or her person, of course he would, he was a good, dutiful younger brother. “Et would be my pleasure an’ honor t’show yo’ around Hub, ma Seour. An’ show yo’ all the best places t’find interesting t’ings.”

Remy liked the Green Goddess. Oh, he would never pay for sex; he could get that for free, and he did, even there. But they really did have some of the best bourbon in Hub. And he enjoyed Jaya’s company. She could engage him mentally as well as physically, and that was always a plus. Mercy’s sudden shift from playful to disapproval left Remy blinking, and looking just a touch hurt, “I don’ pay dem, Mercy.” He shifted, looking away from her, his posture straight and perfect, “Dey have good bourbon.”
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"How could he no' have de Devil's luck, when his frere es Le Diable?" Mercy teased. That was one of the things that she loved most about the family she'd gained when she'd married Henri. The way that they teased each other and made jokes that really were jokes, meant with affection and not cruelty. Which meant that she could use Remy's old nickname with affection, and he'd take it that way.

"Remy, dis no' is Nawlins." Mercy pointed out "En de Hub, who will care dat yo' live wit' yo' famille? How can dis Mercy understan', when yo' talk nonsense. De exile, et was a long time ago, an' dis es a different world. Please, jus' t'ink on et, Bon." using Henri's nickname for him might be cheating but she didn't care. Remy was forbidden from returning to New Orleans, and from Lebeau property, but that was on Earth. Which this was not.

"Yo' souer es glad yo' have learned t'be careful." Mercy said with a dry smile. Remy had been reckless to the point that he'd scared her at times. It was good to see him maturing, even though it hurt her a little to see him so grown up, knowing that he'd never take his rightful place at his brother's side. Not in their world anyway. In the Hub, maybe there was still a chance. Especially since he was at least willing to go out with her in public. That was something. "Bien. Den we shall meet de day after t'morrow, an' yo' can show dis Merci de sights. An' mebbe Henri will join us too." he would, if it was at all possible. Henri loved his brother, and it would do him a world of good to spend time with Remy.

"Ah am glad t'hear dat." Mercy said "At least yo' still have yo' self-respect. Oui, dis Mercy es sure yo' jus' go dere fo' de bourbon, an' no' fo' de green skinned poutains." the last said sarcastically. Very, very sarcastically. "Do yo' t'ink yo' es even safe dere? Even yo' es jus' drinkin' an' no takin' dose snakes t'bed."
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Well, when she put it that way... Remy grinned to Mercy, the smile an honest and amused one. “Well, sho' if yo gonna put et like dat. What sort o’ good Diable frere would I be to no' give mon Frere all o’ my good luck, ma soeur?" Remy knew Mercy used the old nickname with affection, and he accepted it with a warm smile. Being le Diablo Blanc was not a bad thing; it had gotten him to his family, after all, and Remy was grateful for that.

Not New Orleans. "Non, et es no'... But de Maison es still de maison." He shifted, the easy comfort he'd had fading a little, “Es no’ nonsense!” Remy's tone was defensive. "De exile es my life.” He was never to return home. Never. Remy understood that, and this.. This felt like coming home. And he was never supposed to have that. The thing was… Yes, Remy worried about endangering his family; that was why he'd agreed to leave in the first place, but he also fought hard to protect himself, and half-having what he wanted most? It hurt. It hurt so much, but he wanted it nonetheless. He could say this to Mercy though. She wouldn't understand. Hell, Remy wasn't sure he really understood…

Oh, Remy could still be reckless. He wouldn’t be Remy LeBeau if he didn't take risks. But he had learned how to take care. He had learned which risks when't acceptable to him. Like in cards, Remy did not risk in life what he wasn't willing to lose. The freedom that remained to him? He wasn't willing to loose that. Mercy's use of the nickname his brother had bestowed on him earned a flinch, and Remy bowed his head, murmuring that he would consider it.

There was to rule in Remy's exile that said his family had to stay away from him. He couldn't go home, and he hadn't, but Henri and Mercy had come to Hub on their own, and Remy did not fear being seen here. Hub was his city, his place, his new home. His brother and sister in law were welcome to visit, but Remy would not hide. "Dat sounds like a good plan, Mercy. Dere an many t'ings t'see here en de Hub." The mention of Henri possibly joining them earned another of Remy's easy grins, he missed his Frere fiercely, "If he has de time, o’ course,” he said mildly, not letting his hopes run wild on him.

Self-respect. Remy frowned. "O' course I do, mater. seour. I do no’ need pay fo' company, Mercy." What, exactly, was Mercy implying here? That he’d lost his touch? That she had thought he would have to pay... "I go dere fo' de bourbon, oui. An’ de girls can dance…" Snakes? Remy blinked at his sister, "Mercy? Why do I t’ink dat dere es some reason why yo’ do no’ seem t’like Jaya an’ her place?” If she had a valid reason, well, then Remy would certainly not return, but if she didn’t, that would be a bit unlike his dear sister, and Remy would worry.
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"Dis no es Le Maison." Mercy corrected gently "Et look like et, but dat es only because dat was what yo' Granpere expected t'see, when de ol' bootlegger stepped out o'de tunnel. Remy, Ah understan' dat yo' want t'keep de peace. But yo' no need-" she sighed "Yo' frere an' dis Mercy, we miss yo'." she sighed a little "T'ank yo' Remy. Jus' t'ink on de idea. Yo' do no' need t'answer t'day."

"Fo' his frere, Henri will make de time." Mercy said, knowing it was no more than the truth. "Besides, fo' Henri an' me, dis es a vacation. De babettes are 'prenticed, and here, all we have t'do es fix paperwork an' move people from here t'dere." she smiled "An' knowin' yo' frere, he will sneak in t'some worl' dat does no' know him, an' steal somethin' but just t'keep his hand in." knowing that Remy would understand that that wouldn't be work. Not for Henri. "Dis Mercy t'ink dat maybe he would like some company, on a job like dat."

"Ah know dat yo' would no need t'pay." Mercy replied "But do yo' t'ink dat de men dat go dere do et because et es de only way fo' dem t'bed a woman?" did she have a reason? Mercy considered the question carefully. "Not'ing specific, no'." Mercy said, honestly "But dere was-Ah can no' explain et, but dat fille, Jaya, she es a bad one. Ah would no' let a dog Ah liked go to her place."
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Remy looked around, then frowned, “Et es close enough.” Remy had plenty in common with his brother, and one of those many things they shared? They could both be terribly stubborn when they wanted to be. This was the mansion as it was in Hub. An assassin who saw it would see the LeBeau maison, and if they saw Remy here, well…. That would be a very, very big problem. Keep the peace. They missed him. Remy’s brows furrowed together, and he looked at Mercy, eyes reflecting honest love and fear, “I wan’ t’keep de peace fo’ yo’, fo’ Henri, fo’ yo’ babies.” He shifted, shaking his head, “De wrong step here, Mercy, et could be a war, an’ I will no’ risk our family because we miss each other.” He reached to brush his fingertips against her elbow, a familiar gesture of reassurance for the thief, just the lightest of touches, but one that was filled with love and care. “I will t’ink on et, Mercy. I promise.” She used Henri’s nickname for him, so of course Remy would at least consider it.

Vacation. Remy nodded, then gave Mercy a wide smile, “Den we will have t’make et a very good one, non? I know a few places we could go… Places dat will no’ recognize a LeBeau.” Remy’s mind was already considering the places he knew of, places he hadn’t stolen from yet, who would be unsuspecting. Prime, ripe targets for Henri. And for Remy. A pair of LeBeau’s, out to take what wasn’t theirs. That sounded magnificent, and like plenty of fun. “I canno’ believe dat mon Frere es reduced t’paperwork, Mercy…” Remy shook his head, a mixture of disbelief and what might have been a hint of pity on face. “An’ if mon Frere wants fo’ company, well, maybe he bring his petite frere, non?”

When it came to women, Remy wasn’t going to take judgement about who he decided to take to bed from anyone. Not from his father, or his sister in law. Maybe from Henri, but that was unlikely. Remy had been happy to marry Bella Donna, he’d been thrilled about it; he had loved her well even before the arranged marriage had been put together, but that hadn’t been meant to be, and as an exile, there was little stability he could offer anyone, let alone a woman looking for a long term relationship. He was a thief without the backing of the Guild, a man without his family. He had wealth, of course, he was a master thief, and he had his abilities, but any woman worth spending the time with would need so much more than what Remy had. So he’d stopped looking for long term and satisfied himself with the here and for now. Shrugging to her question, Remy didn’t give her an actual answer before she answered his question. “Jaya’s alright, Mercy. Differen’t dan us, but she es no’ bad. None o’ dem have ever treated me wrong, ma soeur, dey are fair and pleasant…” He wasn’t arguing, not really, just giving his own opinion. Remy wouldn’t stop going to the Green Goddess, but he would respect that his sister in law didn’t like it, and he wouldn’t mention it again. “Dere are other places t’get good food an’ drink. I’ll show yo’ some o’ dem.”
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"Oui, t'ink on et, an' when yo' do, remember dat de Assassin's Guild wants t'keep de peace as well. An' dat none o' dem know 'bout de Hub." well, technically it could be argued that Mercy was an Assassin, but in truth she'd transferred her loyalty to her husband, and her family by marriage, and only cared about the Guild of her birth because she wanted to remain on good terms to help keep the peace intact. "Ah would no' ask dis, if Ah t'ought et would put mah little ones at risk, Bon, you know dis. So yes, t'ink on et." she hadn't meant to be so vehement, but seeing Remy again reminded her of how much she'd missed the old days, when she and Henri and his brother had all lived under one roof.

"Bien." Mercy said "Dis will make Henri very happy. An' mebbe Mercy as well, if ma mari bring me back a gift, non?" knowing that nothing made Henri happier than seeing her draped in jewels he'd stolen. Sometimes draped in nothing but jewels he'd stolen, but that wasn't something she'd discuss with her brother in law. She giggled a little "Well, et no' es 'paperwork', es also forgin' papers, an' yo' know dat Henri loves dat kind o' work. But he would no' turn down de chance t'run a roof wit' his frere neither."

"If yo' will show yo' frere an' Ah decent places, wit' good food an' drink, dis Mercy will be grateful." she replied, with a 'and keep your brother away from the brothel' was left implied, but unspoken "Dis Mercy es glad yo' have no' had trouble, but a snake es pretty an' seems harmless, until one day et bites yo'. Ah do no' want t'see yo' hurt, Bon." knowing that using his nickname might be playing dirty, but she didn't want to see him throwing his life away on women who wanted to eat him alive. Possibly literally.
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The Assassin’s Guild wants to keep the peace as well. That might be all well and true, but Remy couldn’t help but remember how badly they pushed for capital punishment. He had been seventeen, still a kid, really, and they had wanted to end his life because he had accepted a duel for his honor. On his wedding day. Because his rival had insisted on the duel being to the death, not Remy, he’d asked, first blood, let it be first blood. Julian hadn’t been willing to lose. But yes, it was likely they were biding their time, and willing to keep the peace until they felt the time and opportunity had come to wage war and win easily.

Assassins were never ones to fight fairly if they could help it.

But he had agreed to consider her request, and because it was Mercy, and because she had used the nickname his brother called him, Remy really would consider it. He’d weigh the likelihood of getting caught somewhere he shouldn’t be against the punishment his family and Guild would suffer if he were caught, and figure out what to do. He didn’t like the idea of risking his family; risk only what you’re willing to lose, and he was not willing to lose them. Any of them.

“Es paperwork. Es forging, but es paperwork.” Remy rolled his eyes, but he was smiling; he didn’t mind forging work, either, but his preference was for heists, of course. His natural agility and other abilities came in useful. Except for blowing things up; that was a bit less useful when you were trying to be stealthy, but it still came in handy from time to time. “Do he ever no’ bring yo’ somet’ing when he goes out, Soeur?” The tone was partly teasing, but also perhaps just a bit reproachful of his brother if he didn’t bring Mercy back small things when he went out on a job. Not necessarily stolen things, either, just… Gifts. It was something to tease Henri about if Mercy said he didn’t… And Remy would take great pleasure in using such knowledge against his beloved older brother. “Et would be nice, non? T’go out together…” Did he long for it? Maybe. It had been so long since he and Henri had gone out on a job together.

Remy gave Mercy a polite but playful bow, “Et es my duty t’show yo’ all de best places t’eat an’ drink, an’ more, et will be my pleasure.” And while he knew there would be little he could do if Henri really wanted to visit the Goddess, Remy would point their eyes elsewhere, leaving the brothel for others. And himself.

He liked it there, no matter what Mercy said or how she felt. But he wouldn’t rub salt into that wound, and instead he kept his stubborn insistence to himself, even when she used Henri’s nickname for him again. Yeah, this, that wouldn’t stop, but he nodded to her nonetheless, “O’ course, Mercy. I shall watch out fo’ de snakes. I do no’ like being bitten.”
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Mercy could see that Remy didn't quite take her at her word, and after everything he'd been through, she really couldn't blame him for that. Especially since he hadn't been around to see how things had changed after his exile. There were many in the Assassin's Guild who felt that between Julian's death (which he had undoubtedly brought on himself) and Remy's exile that the scales had been balanced. So she wasn't worried, but Remy clearly was, and so she wouldn't press it any further.

"Oui, yo' frere keeps his Mercy well cared for, yo' no need t'worry 'bout dat." Mercy replied. Henri did bring her little gifts on a regular basis, but truthfully it wasn't after every job. Especially not the really dangerous ones, but she'd long ago told him that she didn't want him distracted, and that the most important thing was to see him back safely. Not that she'd say that to Remy. She knew that he loved to twit his brother, and that Henri enjoyed the teasing, but there was still some part of her that felt like it would be disloyal to give Remy ammunition to tease her husband.

"T'ank yo'." Mercy said, giving him a courtly nod in response. "Ah am certain dat Henri an' Ah will both enjoy dat." they'd both like it because it would be a chance to spend time with Remy, and she'd like it because it would keep Henri far, far away from the Green Goddess. Oh, she knew he'd visited brothels before, and had no doubt that he hadn't always stayed in the lobby, but there was something about that place that made her skin crawl.

"T'ank yo'." Mercy replied "Yo es mah frere, an' Ah do' no' want t'see yo' hurt."
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Remy hadn’t been allowed to be around to see how things had changed since his exile. And yes, a part of him was bitter about that; he hadn’t asked for the dual with Julian, he hadn’t asked for it to be to the death, the opposite was true, he had tried to do the right thing by the Assassin’s heir. But the older man had forced his hand, and Remy had defend his, and Bella Donna’s, honor. He had taken the exile quietly, as meekly as it was possible for Remy LeBeau to take such a thing, and he hadn’t returned home since the morning after his wedding day, after he had signed the papers absolving Bella Donna from a disgraceful marriage to an exiled Thief.

Bitter, yes, but not so bitter than he regretted his decision to abide by the negotiations his Pere had partaken in. No, his exile had kept his family and Guild safe, and he couldn’t regret that.

Mercy dashed the hope that he would have something to tease his big brother about, but it was nice to hear that Henri and Mercy were happy. The smile he gave Mercy at her words was genuine and warm, “Bien.” And it was good, it was very good. “Henri has ever been good fo’ takin’ care.” Henri had taken care of Remy when he’d been just a boy, new to the family, new to the house and the Guild and scared to lose this new place and family. Jean-Luc had always been a good father, but Henri had been the largest source of affection by far, and Remy had latched onto that quickly. He was still attached to his brother.

Grinning, Remy gave Mercy a playful little bow, “Et will be my pleasure, o’ course. Dis place es most interestin’, ma Soeur.” There were plenty of places; restaurants, bars, game houses, plenty of places where they could go to enjoy the night. A tavern carved out of a tree run by an honest to goodness elf. He could take his brother and sister in law there…

And so, so many places for them to get into a bit of trouble, too…

If it made Mercy feel better, then he would keep Henri away from the Goddess, and he would keep his own visits to the place quiet. “An’ I appreciate yo’ concern, Mercy.” He grinned and offered her a hug, “I have missed yo’ an’ Henri, Mercy. I canno’... Dere are no words.”
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"Oui, Henri es very good at dat." Mercy agreed. Remy and Jean-Luc had been good to her as well, Remy was the brother she'd never had (which was to say he liked her, and was kind to her, and looked up to her, unlike her own birth brother), and Jean-Luc was more of a father to her than Jaques Lafontaine had ever been, or had ever wanted to be. But Henri, well, he was her love. The one who'd taken care of her, who'd shown infinite gentleness and patience as she'd worked through the raft of issues that being the mutant daughter of a mutant hating, emotionally abusive man who had seen his daughter soley in terms of how she could be used to enhance his own position in the Assassin's Guild. He'd traded her to the Thieves without a second thought for her well being, and Mercy was infinitely grateful she'd ended up with Henri as a result.

"Ah look forward t'seeing dem." Mercy replied " 'Specially wit' yo' t'be our guide. Dat will make et all de better." Mercy had missed spending time with her brother in law, and knew that Henri had missed Remy even more than she had.

"Ah kno'." Mercy said, giving him a sisterly embrace "Ah have missed yo' as well. An' wished dat yo' could get t'know de babbettes better. Although dey no' es babettes, now." she laughed "Dis Mercy es gettin' old."
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Yeah, Henri was very good at taking care of the people he loved. He had decided to love a street rat, love him as a brother, and it had been Henri who had coaxed Remy into sleeping in the bed in his room. Henri who had convinced him he didn’t need to hoard food, hiding it away. Henri who had talked him back into the house when he had made a mistake he thought would get him beaten, or worse, thrown out onto the street again. That Remy had a case of hero worship of his older brother shouldn’t really be a surprise if you knew their history. Mercy had come in and become his sister, and Remy had welcomed her with open arms, offering to be there for her the same way that Henri had been there for him. He had known that Henri would be there for her, of course, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t be as well.

Now, she asked for a tour of Hub, nothing difficult, nothing big, and Remy was thrilled to be able to give what she asked for. Especially when it was something as small and simple as a tour. That… That he could definitely do.

He was definitely taking them to the Wandering Moon. That place was fantastic, and not only because Remy liked fantasy stories. He was pretty sure it was the sort of place they’d all enjoy, if for different reasons.

Remy melted into the embrace, hugging Mercy gently, but as tightly as he reasonably could. “Dis Mercy will no’ ever be ‘old’ ma Soeur. Do no’ let mon frere hear yo’ say dese t’ings.” He leaned to kiss her forehead with a smile and then leaned away, “Tell me, how are my nephew an’ niece?” The few times that Remy had been able to contact home, he had mentioned his brother’s children, saying that he hoped they were well. That he loved them. Because they were his family, because they were Henri’s, and the only heirs the LeBeau family was likely to have… Exiled, it was unlikely that Remy would ever… He didn’t speak of it. It wasn’t something that was beneficial to consider, and so he simply...didn’t. Instead, he dwelled on the freedom he had; the worlds he could, and did, travel to. Places where he didn’t worry about being recognized, with or without his disguises.
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Mercy laughed "O' course Ah let yo' frere hear me say such t'ings. Et es so much fun when he try t'prove me wrong." When Remy mentioned the children, her smile grew fond. Privately she'd hoped that in all of his travels Remy would find a woman who wouldn't mind sharing his exile, and if he'd wanted his children to join the Guild, well, they could be sent back for their apprenticeship, but she wouldn't speak of that now. Instead, she'd fill him in on his niece and nephew, gently bringing him back into the family fold that way.

"Sabine es finishin' de first year o' her 'prenticeship, an' es doin' well." she said, beaming with maternal pride "She no' es as quick wit' her hands as some, but she es careful, an' patient, an' she inherited her Pere's gift fo' artwork" which meant that in a few years Sabine Lebeau's paintings, done in the style of various artists, would be hanging on the walls of collectors all over the multiverse. While the originals, well, they'd be elsewhere "an' has a good ear fo' safes as well. We don' know if she es a mutant o' no' but she es a little young fo' et, non?"

"Jean-Luc" Mercy continued, speaking of her son, who'd been named for Henri's father "Et appears dat everyt'ing yo' and Henri said when he was a baby es comin' true." the Lebeau menfolk had been eagerly speculating about the child's future as a second story man since the day he was born, and his little tail had wrapped around his father's wrist. Mercy had thought that it was a little bit silly, but it had also been comforting to her, given that her own father's reaction to a grandson with an obvious physical mutation had been remarkably less positive. "He es better at climbing dan anyone has ever seen, an' can pick a lock wit' his feet better dan most can wit' dere hands. He will do de Guild proud, no doubt 'bout dat. He's almost as tall as I am, an' he's started t'notice filles." she laughed a little "Right now he es like a dog chasin' a car, but in a few years et will be different, Ah t'ink." she sighed a little "An' a few years after dat, et will be time t'find a bride fo' him." Mercy wouldn't force a match on her son, but she saw no harm in arranging things, especially since his position as Henri's heir made it desirable that he marry, and have a child or three while he was still fairly young. She'd already started to keep an eye on a few girls who looked promising, and when she and Henri returned from their extended stay at the Hub, well, she'd speak to Henri about arranging discrete introductions.
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Remy laughed with his sister in law, his smile stretching to reach his strange eyes. It was an open, honest laugh, one that was much more rare than the quieter, barked laughs that he usually allowed himself. Here, tonight, he was with family, and family always got the more honest side of Remy; he didn’t have to hide who he was with them, and so he didn’t. “O’ course yo’ do!” He couldn’t help it, it was too funny, too very much like his sister in law. “I have missed yo’, Mercy.”

He had been seventeen when he’d been exiled, still young enough to not quite appreciate how lonely the sentence would be, even as he understood how difficult life could be when you didn’t have a home and family to support you. Marcus Boudreaux had thought Remy soft and spoiled, no doubt, unable to live and thrive on his own. The Patriarch of the Assassin’s Guild had been very, very wrong about that, though. Remy had lived his first eight years on the streets of New Orleans, he knew how to survive better than most of the Guild did, and even the almost decade as a LeBeau hadn’t erased either the memory nor the survival instinct in the young man. Now, over a decade later, longer than he’d lived with the LeBeau family as one of them, Remy was finally reunited with his brother and sister in law, and the effect was palpable.

It was like a long-lost dog finally seeing his beloved master. Remy was practically vibrating with energy, his smiles contagious. He had loved that Mercy was a mutant, and when his nephew had been born… He had been overjoyed. “Well o’ course she es.” She was a LeBeau, after all, it was natural that Henri’s daughter would excel in the Guild. Artwork. Remy grinned; that wasn’t a bad skillset to have, not at all. Remy wasn’t a specialist in art forgery, but neither of the brothers had failed to master every aspect of their career. “Et don’ matter if she es, oui?” Remy shrugged easily, relaxed and comfortable; he knew the answer - of course it didn’t matter to Mercy and Henri if their daughter was or wasn’t a mutant. Safes. Remy chuckled, “Oh, I wish I…” He blinked and stopped, shaking his head and giving her a small, rueful smile. If wishes were real, they wouldn’t be wishes.

Naturally, Jean-Luc was doing well. Remy had never had any doubts about the advantages his nephew’s mutations would lend him within the Guild. Was it just a little bit painful to hear about his nephew and niece knowing that he couldn’t see them, hug them, meet them, know them? Sure it was. But it was good to be able to hear about them. Good to know they were doing well. Chasing cars… Remy rolled his eyes, the boy was… Twelve? Thirteen? He almost said something, but then he considered how old Henri had been and nodded, “Give et another year o’ two, an’ he won’ be jus’ [i]chasin’[i] anymo’.” Remy had no thoughts on marriage, and just shrugged at the mention of it; he had married young out of duty, and if her brother had not destroyed a good thing, Remy would still be married to Bella Donna, likely talking to his brother and sister about his own children now instead of only hearing about theirs. But fate had chosen a different course for him, and he had made his peace with it. Mostly. Besides, he trusted Henri and Mercy to choose well for Jean-Luc.
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Mercy had missed Remy as well. She and Remy had become close in the early years of her marriage, and his absence had been a difficult thing to get used to, and the ache of it still bothered her at times, although not as much as it bothered Henri. One thing that she'd been looking forward to about being in the Hub was getting to see Remy again.

"Non, et don' matter one way o' de ot'er, but Ah can no' help wonderin'. An' hopin' dat if she es a mutant, her talent will help her wit' her work, non. Speaking of her work-" and also speaking of something that she hoped would make Remy happy "Sabine will be comin' here occasionally, t'work on her id forgin' skills. So dere may be a chance fo' yo' t'meet her, if yo' like."

Mercy laughed a little "Oui, dis Mercy knows how the Lebeau boys are, an' he's almost thirteen, so in two-t'ree years et would be to be expected he'd start goin' out wit' girls, even if he wasn't Henri Lebeau's son. But he is a good boy, an' growin' like a weed. He was almost as tall as me, last time Ah saw him." which had been almost a month ago. Mercy didn't like the distance that his apprenticeship put between her and her son, but she also saw the wisdom of making sure the boy could stand on his own feet.
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Remy had struggled the first few years of his exile. He had been homesick, heartsick, and lost. But he had survived the streets of New Orleans as a boy, alone and resourceless, and that existence had prepared him for exile. More than that, he had learned his lessons and skills in the Guild, and he was far more capable of providing for himself than he had been as an eight year old pickpocket.

When he had heard that his brother and sister in law had arrived in Hub, Remy had… Well, he would quiet admit, at least to himself, that he had fretted. No news had been good news the last eleven years, but for that to so suddenly change now? Remy worried. Of course he had worried.

Smiling to his sister, Remy nodded, “Et will be what et will be. But I hope dat if she es, den her ability gives her an edge, an advantage.” It was the honest truth. Should Sabine turn out to be a mutant, Remy would hope that would give her an edge. And if she wasn’t, then he would work with her to make her every bit as good as possible. Especially seeing that Sabine would be coming to work on other skills. Remy could, if Henri and Mercy would like, help her with her sleight of hand, lock picking, and safe work. But that would be up to her parents. “Oui, I would like dat. An’ if yo’ would like, I could work wit’ her on...whatever.” It was an offer, but not one Mercy and Henri couldn’t turn down, of course. And it could be that they wouldn’t want Sabine working or training under an exile. Remy wouldn’t blame them for that, not at all.

How the LeBeau boys are. Remy chuckled, grinning widely at his sister, “Yo’ mean how honorable an’ well behaved we are?” His eyes held depths of mirth as he spoke, teasing her affectionately. But Remy saw that Mercy missed her children, and he moved to pull her into a brotherly hug, “He’ll be fine, ma Soeur. Yo’ an’ Henri raised a good boy, an’ he will continue t’be good while he es away.” He pulled away and grinned, “Hopefully yo’ jus’ keep en reach o’ his ears, non? Jus’ in case.” Or tail, but Remy wasn’t sure how sensitive his nephew’s tail was, and he wasn’t looking to encourage Mercy to actually hurt the boy… Just… Tante Mattie had always pulled them down and about by their ears when they stepped out of line, this was a known thing, and something that Remy often joked about fondly. “But I have faith en my nephew.”
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