2019-10-11 - You Know I Don't Speak French

Summary:

Monet visits Xavier's for the first time with mixed results.

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Storyteller: None
Date: Fri Oct 11 04:32:47 2019
Location: Xavier's Institute

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Logan sits out on the front steps of Xavier's Institute, whittling. That's right, whittling. With an actual knife, on an actual piece of wood. He's clad in his usual flannel, jeans, boots. A cowboy hat sits on the steps beside him, next to a small pile of wood shavings.

His nostrils flare as a fancy car pulls up, pushing up to his feet. Nobody he knows, but she smells good, that's sure enough. He folds his knife, stuffing it into his back pocket and going over to press the intercom button, "Think we got company. Somebody friendly-like oughtta come out and say hello, 'fore I spook 'em."

Scott had just gotten back from likely a date with Jean Grey. So, he had come back and started making himself a sandwhich when perhaps one of the people he seems to butt heads with the very most decides to intercom some friendly help. So, Scott puts down his tools and walks outside, standing next to a sitting down Logan.

Instead of his visor, he's wearing just plain Ruby Quartz Sunglasses. Typical. No matter how you look at it though, Scott seems curious at this 'company' that Logan mentioned. "You're not hard to spoke anybody. Comes with the gruff exterior." He jokes with the Wolverine.

Not something most people are brave enough to do.

Monet, dressed in beautiful designer clothes — a dusty coral-pink satin playsuit (http://i.imgur.com/4cu9xop.png) with old-fashioned voluminous sleeves and buttoned cuffs at her wrists and long, billowy pantlegs that drape *just right* over her grossly expensive iridescent snake-skin strappy heels (http://i.imgur.com/S2Q2naU.png) that wind up the elegant lines of her ankles — waits at the front door of the mansion, readjusting her Chanel shades and primping her voluminous curls (http://i.imgur.com/psCemqE.jpg) with manicured nails and beringed fingers. From the bored expression on her lovely face, it doesn't appear as though patience is one of her strong suits.

She's not even sure she wants to be here, but… Well, it's too late, now. She can see people headed in her direction…and not from the front door. Huh. She could, of course, turn and leave, but it wouldn't resolve any of her recent… She pushes that aside and pops her tongue in her mouth as the two men get close enough to hear her. She narrows her hazel eyes as she scrutinizes their appearances. "Allo, is Charles Xavier 'ere?" she tries to sound polite — she even said hello! — but, it still comes off as slightly demanding, imperious.

Logan snorts at Scott, "You ain't exactly Cheerful Charlie, pal," he says. He steps down as the beautiful woman arrives, raising an eyebrow. She's the expensive sort, that's for sure. He is probably too much of a roughneck to be greeting her. In his experience, ladies that smell like that don't see him as much more than a bum. Maybe he was, but he was a bum with a little bit o' pride, at least.

"Sorry, darlin', Chuck ain't here at the moment. He's off shinin' his dome somewhere else at the moment, although we can probably get 'im on the horn if ya really need 'im. In the meantime, you probably wanna deal with the skinny fella there," he says, gesturing at Scott.

"I'm what you get, so don't throw a fit." Scott says in retort to Logan, but then he looks over at Monet as she steps out of her vehicle. At the question of Charles Xavier being around, Scott steps forward. "Hi. Like what my colleague said, Charles is out for the moment, though I can try my best to help you in his absence." he extends a hand to Monet. "I'm Scott Summers, a teacher here, and this is Logan."

Yes, he introduces Logan to the nice lady even if he's 'too roughneck' to greet her himself.

So far, Scott doesn't seem to comment on the tone she takes.

Monet is either incapable of restraining herself, or she's completely unaware of the slight sneer/snarl of an expression that's developed on her face as Logan addresses her. It's very slight, the expression, but the way she subconsciously /leans away/ is probably a little easier to notice. She lifts her brows and purses her lips as Scott joins in and introduces himself and the other man. "Merde," is her response. She pauses as she tries to adjust for this unforeseen issue. It was so infinitesimal, the reason that brought her here. That little nagging voice that lives deeeeep within her highly compartmentalized mind. Now that there's yet another obstacle against the very fragile agreement she'd reached within herself… She seems to be struggling with herself as her feet want to carry her back to her chauffeured town car. Away from altruism.

"I am 'ere to see 'im because I tought I might be…" she hedges, squinting behind the rose-tinted shades. "I might be able to…" she grasps for words that don't make her feel like vomiting. "'Elp people? Mutants, specifically? I 'ave skills…" that she usually squanders on her own self-interests and the random do-gooder moment that presents itself to her in her daily life. But, still. She's trying. "Maybe. I cannot be tied down. I'm sure you'll bose agree, is a bad idea. Non? Oui, a bad idea, I should be going," she says, quickly cascading into the answer that would be so much easier for her to handle, the one that'd shake her life up far less. She's already trying to back away, her self-centeredness pummeling her better nature to a pulp.

Logan doesn't seem to mind the way she reacts to him. He did expect it, after all, and only so much Old Spice can cover up the smell of the fish he'd caught this morning or the fact that he skipped a morning shower. He's a little musky, in other words, but, well, it doesn't bother him and his senses are keener than most.

He pulls out a stogie, clamping it between his teeth and lighting it with a match stricken off the back of his hand. Then he answers, in fairly refined and impeccable French, <You want to do the right thing, even if it isn't what you usually do. That's good. Don't run away from it.> he says.

Scott doesn't speak French.

Which might be a very small problem, but then he remembers that Logan is a freaking jack of all trades and can totally speak fluent French. When he speaks, it surprises him just a tad, but at the same time it doesn't. Logan just always has tricks up his sleeve.

In the meantime though, Scott looks at Monet when she's trying to get out that she thinks she can help mutants, help -people- even if she's a lot like Emma Frost in this way: Want to help, but too into her own motives to admit it outright. However, Scott isn't thinking like this.

"Well hey, if you want to help, we could probably use all the help we can get. I take you ar ea mutant yourself? Don't let us scare you off. Commit." Because if Monet can't follow through with this, Scott will have a hard time wanting her as part of the team.

Monet's slow escape grinds to a halt as Logan speaks to her in her native tongue. He doesn't sound like the peasant he smells like and appears to be — stinking of fish and more than a day's worth of sweat and musk, filthy nails, scruffy face, juicy cigar butt gripped between slightly too-feral teeth. "Putain," she says under her breath. 'Fuck,' in her native tongue — not the act, but the exclamation of displeasure. She sighs heavily and turns back to face Logan with a look of perturbation. « Are you sure?! I'm not a nice person. This does not come easily to me! I will anger people and hurt their feelings. I am trying to silence my guilt because it ruins my enjoyment of self-pampering. That is why I'm here. Purely selfish reasons. Yes, I want to help, but only when I feel like it, when it doesn't put me out. That is not heroic. »

Oh, if only Scott *could* speak French, he'd hear Monet very openly admit that she's only offering to do this because it assuages her guilt. The fact that she even has guilt, at all, is proof enough that Monet's not really a monster. She's just highly self-centered. She has issues. Much like Emma Frost. She can hear those thoughts running through Scott's head, though, without even trying. She narrows her eyes at him, pursing her lips angrily as her nostrils flare a bit. "Maybe I don't want to be on your little team, enh? I did not come 'ere to audition and beg for a spot! I sought zat maybe I could offer to maybe be someone 'oo could be of 'elp, if needed," she says hotly, though her voice remains quite calm and level. But, she definitely gives off the vibe off a pissed off cat.

Logan listens to Monet's rant and takes a long puff on his cigar before he answers, <I am not precisely easy to get along with either. In fact, I am something of a brute. You can tell it, I know. I do not hide what I am. Whatever your reasons to try and be better - it is good to be better. If it silences a voice in your head, that is worth something. And perhaps, in time, you will learn to do it for its own sake>

He turns his head and looks at Scott, "She's a bit of a wildcat, but I think she'll do just fine once she gets over herself. Might take a few spankings, mind ya. But if she's gotten this far, probably oughtta try and rope her in. I dunno what she can do, but I'm bettin' it's more'n we'd guess. And she smells awful good."

Scott looks a bit at Monety with a raise of his brow when it suddenly becomes painfully aware that she possesses some level of telepathic capability. He crosses his arms over his chest a little bit. "I don't want you to beg, I want you do your best." Scott tells her then, his eyes locking onto hers behind those Ruby-Quartz Sunglasses of his.

Thankfully, Logan interjects to speak up for her. "The question is then -if- she'll get over herself." He tells him then with that same stoic look that he has when he's leading the X-Men on missions. Either way, he looks at Logan, then back to Monet before he sighs.

"Alright. We'll see how she does."

Monet hears Logan out as he speaks to her in French, somewhat soothed as he openly admits to being the dirty brute he *clearly* is. She can respect people who speak plainly about themselves, especially if it's negative in nature. Most people don't want to talk about their shortcomings, but Monet doesn't mind mentioning hers… They're just very few in number. « It's not like I don't feel good when I help the less fortunate. It's just that I have a busy life taking care of myself. I am very high maintenance. »

That admitted, she's still indignant enough to make a noise of shock when Logan mentions she might need to be spanked, "JUST YOU TRY IT, YOU!" She furiously rearranges her hair. No matter what she does to it, it looks perfect. Just a slightly different version of perfection. "I will NOT get over myself. If zat is a requirement, you will be z' one to miss out, as zey say!" she says haughtily. "'We'll see how she does,'" she mimics in a 'man-voice,' making a chatty gesture with her one hand. "I will see how YOU go, how 'bout zat?!" she says, heading toward her car. She's cursing as she goes. In multiple languages.

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