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I have collected every copy of Dan Brown in the mansion, along with the copies of Assassin's Creed 1 and 2, and have burned them. Attempting to replace these items will result in me shooting you.

Seriously.

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[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're home. That's an impressive amount of blood you're sporting there. I'm hoping that's not entirely applicable to your homecoming.

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

I got shot a couple of times. Actually, four times. Between the sustained beatings and, oh, a nun hitting the truck I was in with a rocket propelled grenade.

I've earned it.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the heart attack. I'm coming to find you so I can kill you now.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ, Kane. You got hit with a grenade launcher by a nun? Well, oh Swiss Cheesed one, if you want to demand Moosehead or Food deliveries from me feel free. I'll probably be around the mansion in days that aren't today.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Can you fathom why he'd want to take a picture of himself like that? Is it a boy thing?

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

...

I'd take a picture if it was me, too.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

I was afraid of that.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Chicks dig scars and battle wounds. Plus it looks badass. It's like bragging rights. And helps when you give girls the tour of your scars.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Some chicks don't really dig them, since it makes us wonder how they happened and we don't like to think about those things sometimes, but I will admit they're not a turnoff either.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

And this is why I'm not dating you. You wouldn't appreciate my scars or the stories of how I got them.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

I would if you told me instead of leaving their origins up to my imagination. I get less upset about scars when I know the actual story instead of concocting the worst possible scenarios in my head. Doesn't mean I won't want to hire someone to kill the person who gave them to you, but the truth is easier to swallow. And I would never not appreciate anything about your scars or how you came to have them, because they're part of who you are now. I like to think I'm not that shallow.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Most of the people who gave them to me are dead. So's the dog who left the one on my arm.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Less work for me then. Not that I mind the work that comes from finding a contract killer. I do like to keep busy and it's actually not entirely dissimilar to researching new magazines or new clients, really.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

I hear that sometimes people get in trouble when they get caught up with contract killers. Sometimes with the FBI. Convenient that you've got snazzy FBI boy toy but you could end up with a higher ranking FBI person who isn't your boy/girl toy.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the FBI is no fun at all, getting people in to trouble for silly things like that.

I hope they know I was joking before... I should go check on that. Not that I think they can monitor my comments in the Xavier journal system. I somehow can't see Forge allowing that to be possible?

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Considering Oh Arrogant One's idea of security was to protect the people he liked and be a dick to people he didn't like for no reason? I'd check on it.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Now now, public forum darling. *wink*

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Right, that's supposed to mean something to me, right?

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

I think it's supposed to mean that since you're a teacher again you're expected to be a good influence and all that?

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

What, I wasn't talking about sex, at least. Because I could start that one and get lectured by 16 year olds over it again if you want.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

I think I might want to see that again, actually. It's been too long. But you have PG-rated things to be doing in my penthouse to occupy your time instead of starting that talk, don't you?

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Technically now my penthouse.

I'm kidnapping. It could get less PG tomorrow.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Technically until I declare you a squatter and get my beefy security guys to evict you.

Will need all details!

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

I can take all your beefy eunuchs on! And There's a lease involved, you can't declare me a squatter. :P

You get some details. Only some. not all. My details. MINE!

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Yes but I haven't given you the lease yet, *evil cackle*

Can we do quid pro quo about details? I'll give you some, you give me some?

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

I know someone who can fake one of those.

That could work. Maybe. Depending which details you're after.

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

What Adrienne said. Some of us simply make vague disapproving noises at all the blood and realise there's not a hell of a lot we can do.

Or, you know, just go straight for the guilting.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

...

Was that your tactic with Eamon? "Hey I've got you naked, look at the scars, I'm putting on my disapproving face...while I can see those scars...because you're not wearing any clothing."

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

:p

You know I don't. Although were he to get himself seriously injured I would make noises of disapproval, yes.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Your boyfriend is a mercenary. I think by agreeing to date him you forfeit your rights to make disapproving noises when injured on the job.

Now if he just like falls down the stairs and gets his arm cut open that's different. Then you should laugh at him.

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

But...What if he ends up getting himself really hurt?

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Disapproving isn't the reaction that would do you or him any good.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

I don't disapprove of people who have scars and blood.

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

Hampshire took the picture on her phone. She thought it was funny.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

She? Oh yes, I'm definitely coming over there.