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"I'm sorry, did we not just discuss this? Welcome to five minutes ago,
Perhaps they had discussed it, but not quite in the detail Jean-Paul wanted to discuss it in. Neena explained again how Jamie's power worked, but Jean-Paul
still wasn't completely convinced. Had anyone ever tried to puncture Jamie in any way? Physical impact created more multiples, but did the same happen when
he was cut? Not that Jean-Paul felt a pressing need to maim Jamie, but if someone, somehow -- whether or not through Jean-Paul's encouragement -- felt
inclined to inflict such damage to the boy, it could always be excused as being an experiment to explore the extent of Jamie Madrox's mutation. It was all
for the sake of science, though this did not seem to work for Neena who, as she often did, approached it with monetary gain on her mind.
"Except I'm not getting paid to make sure your sister doesn't end up on her back beneath a struggling mountain of hyperventilating
Down's victims. Sorry."
"Again with the visuals, Neena. Thanks." Jean-Paul hadn't accepted Jeanne-Marie being with Jamie in any way, he hadn't even considered the
possibility of them consummating their relationship, but thanks to Neena he was no longer blissfully ignorant to the possibility of that happening. Especially
now that Jeanne-Marie had forced a confession out of Jean-Paul, and the whole premarital sex thing being a sin might not be enough to dissuade her.
" You want to cut me a check and maybe we'll talk. How about it, Julian? You think Daddy can get us off a murder charge if we prove to
the judge that really we were doing the world a public service by preventing JP here from going ratfuck nuts trying to keep his sister away from the human
equivalent of the goddamned hydra?"
"Murder?" Jean-Paul quirked an eyebrow at Neena. "I'm all for whatever keeps Jamie away from my sister, but don't you think that murder
might be just a bit extreme?"
"It wouldn't be the first time, by any means. Of course, my father would want something out of the deal and making deals with that man is
like selling your soul to Satan. But, yeah…you agree to the man's price and give in to his demands, he could not only get you cleared but get any previous
charges you might have had to disappear."
"Your father sounds like fun, Julian." Jean-Paul took one last drag from his cigarette, tossing it on the ground where the snow
quickly extinguished it. "But I don't think his help will be necessary. Murder is obviously not an option, and beating him is just counterproductive,
so I guess I'll just have to come up with something a little more creative to put an end to this."
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When Jean-Paul sarcastically remarked how fun Julian's father sounded,
he could hear Julian scoff, while Neena glared up at him and attempted to shut him up with frantic throat-cutting gestures. If the whole 'he can clear you
of any murder chargers but would like your soul in return' thing hadn't clued him in yet, the pair's reaction pretty much solidified the suspicion
that Julian's father was, in fact, anything but fun and that Julian's relationship with him probably wasn't what you'd
consider good. It was, of course, very tempting for Jean-Paul to press on about how wonderful a father m'sieur Heller must be, but
without the guarantee that Neena wouldn't sneak into his room at night and slit his throat for upsetting or angering her boytoy, Jean-Paul decided against
corrected Neena, who seemed perpetually unable to pronounce his full name despite the many times he'd corrected her. But until he started referring to her
simply as N, he would continue to do so. Jean-Paul was one name, not two, and abbreviating it to JP was just… stupid. It probably
shouldn't annoy him as much as it did, but there were a lot of things that shouldn't annoy Jean-Paul as much as they did, and that did nothing to
prevent him from speaking up about it.
"Offer stands, though. These long winter evenings do get
so depressingly dull, and finding new and exciting ways to torture the handicapped would certainly give me something to look forward to. I still say the only
truly effective means of handling a situation like this is one in the head and two in the chest, but I can understand your reluctance to get your own
lily-white hands dirty."
"Or implicating either of you in his murder," Jean-Paul added. "But thank you. Even with your expectation of monetary compensation, it's
heart-warming to hear you'd be willing to put an end to Jamie Madrox as a favour to me." Jean-Paul smiled at Neena sardonically. "I don't see
how other people could say you aren't nice, really, you're such a sweetheart."
"Will sir be requiring any more of the sweet solace of
tar and fiberglass?" Jean-Paul shook his head in response. One was enough, he
knew that if he didn't limit himself when it came to smoking, he could end up with an addiction that would eventually lead to the downfall of his pearly
white teeth and flawless complexion. "I can also, of course, provide him with a quality selection of stronger aperitifs should he be so inclined. Speaking of which, what are you doing tomorrow
"...why?" Jean-Paul asked sceptically. Not that he didn't
trust Neena, but -- no. No, he really didn't trust her. At least not when she mentioned drugs and subsequently inquired if he had any plans. "Are you
planning something for tomorrow night? Because I would naturally welcome anything to break the endless cycle of dull, duller, dullest around here, but I'm
just a bit cautious about any plan of yours that involves drugs. Care to elaborate on what exactly you have in mind?"
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Neena met Jean-Paul's suspicion humorously, feigning shock before revealing that, yes, there would be
drugs present at the party she was throwing. In response Jean-Paul gasped in mock-surprise. Across the entire globe there was absolutely no one who'd be at
all surprised at Neena's 'revelation'.
"Fuck yes there'll be drugs, the more the fucking merrier. It's a
party. Remember those? Tomorrow night, in the
boathouse, after curfew. Invitation only, darling, but black tie isn't required. You want to come?"
Drugs, breaking curfew and throwing the party at a location that the staff would likely not
approve of. Neena was really outdoing herself for this one. Attending the party would be interesting for the blackmail opportunities alone, were anyone
inclined to document the rampant substance abuse that would surely be the main event of the night. Proceeds would, of course, be shared with those organizing
the event that allowed for the opportunity.
"I'm pretty sure Jamie'll be there, and you know how easily accidents happen when-oops!- people leave their drinks uncovered. But if
he wakes up in a tub of ice in the morning while his kidneys are on their way to the Indian subcontinent, I'm sure none of us could be
"It's just so very hard to predict when people will be struck by the sudden desire to illegally
harvest organs," Jean-Paul grinned in response. "I must say though, you call the exclusivity of your little drug orgy into question with the
inclusion of Jamie Madrox. That's like throwing a Pretty Party and inviting Fred."
"In fact, I got Fallout Boy here running recon for liquor dispatch, and I think
he might be considering the use of the said Mr. Madrox as a human shield. Won't that be fun?"
"Like you said Neena, accidents do happen."
"Fun? About as much fun as cleaning those horse stalls. About as much fun as having to be
stuck training with a rapist who you can feel synching off your abilities because he's too lame and useless to do anything else. About as much fun as
Jean-Paul quirked an eyebrow at Julian, who seemed on the verge of blabbering out all that was currently
troubling him. Thankfully he stopped in time, before Jean-Paul had to start pretending he cared, or before either of them would be forced to slap him when he
got to the daddy isues.
"Fallout boy? Please, Neena you wound me with such a reference. How about I orchestrate a
few haphazard accidents tonight with Jamie, just for you. As long as he doesn't fuck things up for me, I'd take delight at watching the dipshit roll
down a flight of stairs."
"And the chances of him not fucking things up for you are? I'd say orchestrate these accidents,"
Jean-Paul air-quoted 'accidents', "regardless of whether or not he does. And bring a camera."
"You really should accept Neena's invitation though, Jean-Paul…I can't be the only beautiful boy at that party.
Now can I?"
"Oh, I'll be there, don't worry. Considering the only alternative I can think of right now is secluding myself to the library, I don't see why
I should pass on an opportunity to watch our fellow students act like retards at your little party."
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"What's this 'aspire' shit? You know Doug's a deep sleeper, I know all about your camera
"Abusing one's roommates and making a profit out of it sounds more like your style, Neena," Jean-Paul told her. "But if the thought of me
violating half of the male student body keeps you warm at night, don't stop on my account."
"Everyone pisses on my dreams."
Jean-Paul smirked. "Just repaying the favour, everyone knows how much you like to piss on theirs."
"Anyway. Are you coming or not? I've got forward resupply planned for tonight as well. I'd invite you, but like a certain someone here,
you're just so liable to say precisely the wrong sort of thing to people who in no way find nastily erudite Candians amusing. Know anybody who might be
interested in tagging along but who'd manage not to get mugged, shot, or raped? Not necessarily in that order, of course."
"Oh, Neena," Jean-Paul said as he lowered himself toward her, gave her a condescending pat on the head, and quickly hovered away from her before
he'd lose his hand. "I know it's hard to pay attention to what I'm saying, with the overwhelming physical presence and all, but did I not
mention that I'd definitely be there? Pay attention dear, I'm not fond of repeating myself.
"There are people who don't find that amusing? Impossible," Jean-Paul sniffed with mock-indignance. "I understand what you're saying
though. Even though I'm sure I'd manage to avoid all three," it wasn't exactly easy to rape what you couldn't catch, "I'm sure
sure if I could avoid whatever lowlife you're meeting up with from taking it out on a slower target." And while testing the limits of Neena's luck
as she dodged bullets would be entertaining at first, the prospect of her possibly being shot was definitely not.
"I'd say Artie is your best bet. Muteness goes a long way when it comes to not pissing people off. And even if he did, who could hurt him? It's
like beating a puppy."
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"You'll have to pardon me, JP. It's just that I have neither the time nor the inclination to try and puzzle out
the garbled excuse for human speech that comes out of your mouth constantly. It's so hard, you see, what with the massive amount of cock you've got
jammed in there."
Neena yet again chose to throw the 'you're gay, all you know is cock' card at him. Which was hilarious, considering
how little activity he had and who it was coming from. "Oh please, Neena. You know I would if I could, but there's just nothing interesting at
Xavier's to jam in my mouth. Meanwhile, I barely even recognize you without cock between those black lips of yours, so don't go throwing any stones
from that little glass whorehouse of yours."
"And you pat me on the head again, and no amount of clapping will bring you back from where I'll send you,
"The Maldives?" Jean-Paul suggested with a grin. "Good thing I didn't pinch your cheek like I wanted to
originally then, hmm? I'd feel bad if I forced you to damage this," Jean-Paul gestured at his face. "No one likes to disrupt the pretty."
Except perhaps ugly people, but there wasn't much he could do about petty jealousy.
"I'd like to think what this actually means is, 'Hey Neena, I'd totally not make an ass of myself and would
also, just incidentally, use my much-famed superspeed to help you out in case of unpleasantness involving firearms', but let's face it, I think I know
you a little too well to believe that."
Jean-Paul just shrugged. His own safety was, of course, his number one priority. Not only because it would be hard to help
others when you were lying on the ground with a bullet in your skull, but also because of how sure he was that self-preservation was fairly high on Neena's
list of priorities as well. "Since I'm not invited to tag along for reasons you've already made clear, what I would or wouldn't do is
moot," he told her, which he thought came across better than confirming between the two of them, he'd definitely save his own ass first.
"Already on it. I got some hard candy coming along tonight for diversionary tactics. Our sweet little Terry will be
joining us as well, so those two can handle the party hats and paper streamers and provide a perfect alibi in case of accidental discovery, since they know
sweet fuck all about the actual purpose of this outing."
Terry?! Jean-Paul blinked at Neena when she told him Terry was coming with her, though honestly he wasn't all that
surprised that Neena took whoever would provide a decent alibi for the night with her. "You're taking a fourteen year old with you on your quest for
drugs," he said flatly, "that's such a great decision." He glanced at Julian for a moment, then back at Neena and crossed his arms. "I
will be coming with you after all," he decided, "if only to prevent a certain Irish girl from being used as a human shield. Just this once I'll
promise to behave too. Shockingly enough, I'm not completely uncapable at keeping my mouth shut when it's necessary."
"While I and my associates will be securing the real entertainment. You two have any particular preferences in that
department, or shall I just use my own inherent good taste and try to calculate exactly how much of what will let you lose some of that stress without actually
dying from it?"
"Isn't that adorable, he's so trusting," Jean-Paul spoke sweetly when Julian left the choice of drugs up to
Neena. "I, however, would just as soon hand a scalpel to a deranged sociopath known for taking pleasure in peeling the skin off his victim's faces,
because he told me he just wanted to hold it for a second and admire its shine. And again-" Jean-Paul patted his stomach, "-I have no idea how my
body will react to it. I get tipsy just by looking at a glass of alcohol, so I'll pass on playing tourist with drugs."
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"I'll just go ahead and assume this statement will not apply when I come out of a convenience store to fill up on
butane only to find you choking down dick in the parking lot."
Jean-Paul scowled at Neena. She was starting to drag out the entire 'gaylulz' thing beyond its capacity to be funny, and seemed completely unaware of
it. Although with Neena, there was of course always the possibility that her only intent here was spewing out as much pure bitch as she could manage, in which
case it wasn't at all surprising that she was taking the easy way. There was really little point in arguing with her, that would only serve to
amuse her, not to mention that Jean-Paul complaining about someone being a bitch about anything would earn him a picture in the dictionary right next
to the word hypocrite.
Instead, he just scoffed in response. "Choke, Neena? It saddens me that you underestimate me so."
"You want to tag along, be my guest. But if you get me into any kind of unpleasantness due to your charming demeanor and absolutely stunning people
skills, just remember I know where you sleep. And that McCoy, bless his absent-minded little heart, has a nasty habit of leaving the surgical equipment right
out in the open where just anyone could happen across it. And has,"
Okay, that was as good an excuse as any to ask Lorna to do a full magnetic scan of Neena's person and room. Not
that he expected Neena to actually make good on this particular threat, but better to be safe than sorry. Knowing that the worst possible candidate in the
entire school had access to surgical equipment was the only reason he didn't burst out in a fit of laughter when Neena -- yes, Neena -- had the
audacity of criticizing anyone's demeanor and people skills.
"JP, you can't skin anyone with a scalpel, it takes far too long and it's too difficult to control the depth of
the cut. You need a set of retractors for that sort of thing. Do try and keep up, hmm?"
"Deranged sociopath," Jean-Paul repeated, "can't expect them to do everything the right way when completely butchering someone's face
brings them so much please. Not everyone's as dedicated to the details of their craft as you are, Neena."
"I'd call you a pussy, but well. The irony might cause a minor explosion."
Contrary to what he'd decided earlier, Jean-Paul had enough of Neena's constant gay jokes and insults. "Or you'll find yourself assaulted by
the PETA and some gay rights movement for beating a dead horse and Just. Refusing. To. Stop," Jean-Paul retorted. It was almost as if she was slowly
turning into Fred. About one tenth the size with probably triple the IQ, but close enough.
"I'm going to head back inside before my chestnuts turn into snowballs." Jean-Paul just rolled his eyes. This was not cold. One
day he'd have to take Julian to the lower part of the stratosphere, then the boy would know what cold was.
"Jean-Paul, it's been a pleasure."
Jean-Paul gave Julian a nod. "Isn't it always?"
Once Julian had left, Jean-Paul turned his attention back to Neena. "I'm heading back inside as well. Time for me to brave the dining hall and see if
there's anything there I'd consider calling dinner. What time will you be leaving tonight? Wouldn't want to be late."
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