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 Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 11:19 pm
*Can't resist after overhearing Remy's diatribe and seeing her banner go up in flames.*
Tell him about the candy coated paychecks, Remy!
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 11:22 pm
Remy sighs.
"Have you been to the vet lately Bigby? I t'ink you need your hearing checked because I already told you I couldn't have charged his heart without grabbing it or looking at it. If I charged his hand shaking it, I would have blown HIM up."
He shakes his head.
"I was tipsy, I fully admit. But hardly drunk. It takes more than a third of liquor to get me drunk, bein' from Naw'lins. But that doesn't matter to you, does it? You already seem ready to declare me guilty even if I am innocent. Seems to me like you want me to be guilty."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 11:33 pm
Bigby half-smiles.
Gee, insults to my heritage. NEVER heard those before. I thought I was interviewing a superhero, but it turns out I'm just chatting up Rodney Dangerfield.
Do I want you to be guilty? My personal feelings don't enter into an investigation, LeBeau. If I had MY way, I'd be in the corner enjoying a drink, and Wally West and his wife would be copulating in your back room like they did every Saturday night.
Let me give you a little something, Remy, to wrap this up.
Bigby reaches into his pocket and pulls out a photo.
Here's a picture from STAR Labs. West's body. Pretty, isn't it? Why don't you take a look at that every time you feel like joking about this from now on? Or every time you take a look at his widow.
If you really are innocent, if you really do want to clear your name, then you'll haul your a** over to STAR Labs and submit for some testing so that they can determine just exactly HOW your kinetic energy powers would react with West's speed aura. You keep saying you'd have blown him up, but fact is, West's aura has turned out to be so far off the scale from what they expected, I don't think you know how it'd react.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 11:36 pm
Remy, do me a favor and type out a memo to the employees placing me in charge of the Bistro when you go to the klink?
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 11:39 pm
Remy bats the photo from Bigby's hand and stares.
"I was there Bigby, I know what de body looked like. Remember? I was one of de first ones in de room to see him layin' down in a pool of blood. I'm not jokin' about his death, because wally was a good guy an' deserved to live."
Remy leans in.
"De only joke here is you an' how you're handlin' his case. I'll go to dat test if you want, but seein' how he's dead, I don' see how it's possible to match his powers up against mine to see potential reactions."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 11:43 pm
Bigby raises an eyebrow, and lights a new cigarette, leaving the photo on the counter facing Remy where it fell.
That's why STAR Labs has all the testing equipment and the dossier on Wally West dating back to when he first donned the scarlet and red, LeBeau. That's why THEY did the autopsy.
On the plus side, at least you're finally showing some REAL emotion. Feel good, finally cutting through all the bullshit?
He slides a card across the counter.
That's the phone number of Dr. Tina McGee. She performed the autopsy. If you decide to submit for testing, she's the one to call. It's up to you to show your own innocence.
Bigby turns around, pulling out his journal again.
You can keep the picture. I have others. Thanks for the time.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 12:02 am
*Well, after listenign to the exchange between the two men, Logan stirred lightly from his spot on the bar stools, sitting up and groping about for a new bottle of that Vodka*
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 12:16 am
*snorts quietly and moves the bottle within Logan's reach. No reason to make it easy for the man to get back up*
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 12:30 am
Jean-Paul *snorts quietly and moves the bottle within Logan's reach. No reason to make it easy for the man to get back up* *Finds the bottle...unfortunately he only brought three out to begin with, and they were all empty. But, he simply took the bottle and flopped back down onto the bar stools, putting the bottle to his lips...getting what ever little was left. There wasn't much*
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 12:43 am
Looks like Bigby chased everyone else out, and I'm left with you...
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 12:46 am
Hnn..yo' sayin' tha' like i's a bad thin'...bu...ub.. *Drops the bottle and crawls himself back up to asitting position, sniffing around the counter tops. He was pretty ********' drunk.*
'Sides... Bigby more'n hot air'n then sumthin' ta be scurred of...
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 12:55 am
Cpl James Howlett 'Sides... Bigby more'n hot air'n then sumthin' ta be scurred of... So says the mutant with the ridiculously powerful healing factor and an unbreakable skeleton.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 1:19 am
Jean-Paul Cpl James Howlett 'Sides... Bigby more'n hot air'n then sumthin' ta be scurred of... So says the mutant with the ridiculously powerful healing factor and an unbreakable skeleton. *Points directly at JP* An' don' you ferget it...!
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 1:26 am
Cpl James Howlett *Points directly at JP* An' don' you ferget it...! I was almost in danger of not being aware of it for a whole ten seconds. It's getting late. Do you need a ride home or anything?
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 1:32 am
*Shakes his head, laying sprawled out over the bar stools* Naaah... I'm fine here, bub...
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