The Remy I have been refering the most to, as is mentioned earlier, is the child of Remy LeBea and Milana Wagner, therefore looking almost exactly like his father but with sharper, longer teeth and purple hair.
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-Ice Lynx
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"Rem, hey Rem!" Remy looked up from his plate of food as he saw Logan and Ororo's adopted daughter Steph run up, skidding on the floor and running into the table with an "oof!".
"Hey," Remy replied. "What're ya runnin' round for petite? You'll break somethin', and de professor wasn't 'appy wit de clock las' week."
"Hey, you weren't supposed ta know that!" Steph said, making a face. Remy laughed.
"Petite, I heard de crash on de other side o' de mansion," he said. Steph sat down, her long orange hair falling over her incredibly dark skin and brown eyes as she scowled at him.
"You're such a brat," she said. Remy nodded through a mouthful of food as Steph got a mischievous smile on her lips. "You heard 'bout Hank?" she asked. Remy nodded. "Well, I was wondering if ya wanna come with me tonight, I'm gonna follow our furry blue friend and see what's up with the gal he likes so much as to actually venture out of his medlab to see."
"You goin'?" Remy said, arching a purple eyebrow. Steph nodded and laughed, pointing at his bandage.
"The guy hit you?" she said. "You let a human-"
"Mutie, dere was a girl dere after I finished," Remy said shaking his head. "An' she surprise me more den you." Steph looked offended.
"Where is she? I'm gonna kill her- wait, you were out all night weren't ya? Did ya resolve your differences 'n-"
"I would advise ya t' quit while ya have a head," Remy growled. "She knocked me out." Steph smiled.
"Then I should thank her and congratulate her on doing what I've been longing to for years," she said. "Anyway, ya wanna come tonight or not?"
"Anyone else commin'?" Remy asked. Steph made a face.
"Who else would I ask? Danial? He'd run to his mama and 'father' and I'd get in trouble," she said. "That's why I've been avoiding him all after- shh, here comes my pop. Hey daddy!" Steph said, throwing her head back and making her eyes huge as Logan walked up behind her and growled.
"What're ya up to?" he said suspiciously. Steph tried to look offended as she straightened her Levi vest.
"What makes ya think I'm up t' anything?" she demanded.
"Ya never call me 'daddy' unless yer 'bout t' get me into trouble with Chuck or ya already did somethin' and-or ya want somethin' that's gonna cost me money," Logan replied, sitting down with his own plate of food.
"Fine then," Steph said grumbled. "Can I go with Remy tonight?" Logan looked over at Remy suspiciously, who was glaring at Steph, who knew perfectly well what she had gotten him into. If he told her no now he'd have to hide somewhere all night to avoid getting the two of them in trouble with Logan and Hank, and now he'd have to make up an excuse on the spot anyway for where they were supposed to go.
"Fer what?" Logan demanded. Remy thought fast.
"I'm goin' t' the new dance club," he said. "In Wes'chester."
"Club?" Logan repeated.
"It's for teens," Steph said, making a face. "Like I'd want to go to some bar."
"You would, given half the chance," Logan said, grunting. "Fine, if it's ok with Milana and LeBeau Sr. ya can go. I'm assumin' this'll require cash too?"
"Thirty," Steph said, nodding. Logan pulled out his wallet.
"Twenty, an' I want all yer change too. An' no boys, beer, or-"
"Fun, yeah, I know all your rules," Steph said, rolling her eyes. Remy smiled and Logan nodded.
"Good," he said, standing up and picking up his tray of food again.
"What about cigars?" Steph asked. Logan growled at her. "Guns? Knives? Drugs?" Logan just shook his head and walked away and Steph turned back to Remy. "See how easy that was?"
"But now I gotta go," Remy moaned. Steph grinned.
"Accourse! Hey, do ya know where Rogue went? I think she was watching Ruhko, but-" Steph stopped in mid-sentence as she heard her older sister scream from the hallway near the cafeteria.
"NO! NOT TH'-" Suddenly a resounding boom echoed through the cafeteria and in a flash Steph was in the air, flying over to the doorway and flipping upside down in midair, shooting down just as a small girl with skin as dark as Steph's and a head of curly black hair ran through. Steph grabbed the kid around the middle and did a summersault, landing on her butt with her little sister in her arms.
"Ruhko!" the teen said, acting shocked that her sister was in her arms. The four year old turned and looked at her, giggling madly.
"Heyya Stephny," she said. Suddenly Rouge appeared, breathing hard and looking around madly, then dropping to her knees and wailing, her hair a complete mess.
"She got tha grandfather clock!" she said. "The one you missed las' week! Ah dunno what Ah'm gonna do! The Professah'll kill me!" Steph grinned and stood up, holding Ruhko in her arms and looking at her.
"Sounds like that'll be a good show t' me," she said. "Ya wanna come watch too Ruk?" Rogue glared at her.
"It's not funnah," she said through gritted teeth.
"I beg yer pardon," Remy said from his table. "It's very funny chere." Rogue glared at him.
"Yoh ass gettin' whipped, tha's funnah," she growled.
"Lighten up Rogue," Steph said, looking at Ruhko, who giggled. "She's only three."
"She's four, an' a monstah," Rogue said. "An' you can watch her now."
"Alright, but ya get her tonight, at 5:30 latest, I've got plans," Steph said. Rogue turned and marched away, still growling. Steph looked at Ruhko and then shook her head.
"Honestly, I can't see why ya don't behave for her, now go eat lots of sugar and bug daddy," she said, setting Ruhko on the floor.
"Rug go bye a bye n' daddy too," Ruhko said, then screamed and tore off as fast as her little legs could carry her. Steph sighed, a dreamy smile on her face and her eyes half closed as she put her hands on her hips.
"I love her," she said. "That's just it, I love that holy terror, and someday I'm gonna have one of my own."
"Aw," Remy said, coming and standing next to her, looking at Ruhko as she ran past other students, definitely disturbing the peace. "You like 'er more den Remy?"
"A lot more than Remy," Steph growled, her smiled falling away. "Tons more than Remy, I may have to kill Remy because I love her so much more than him."
"Funny chere," Remy said, laughing and walking away.
"Hey Rem," Steph said, grabbing his coat. "You can't leave now, I'm stuck with Ruhko 'till 5:30 and the cafeteria is the only place completely three-year-old-with-claws proof!"
"She's four," Remy said, laughing. Steph blinked.
"She adds a year every time I check," she said.
"You never check petite, dat's why you don't know."
"Shut up," Steph said, waving her hand. Just then they heard a bang as Ruhko knocked over a plate of sandwiches and some of the students groaned loudly. "Well, almost completely four-year-old-with-claws proof, but hey, no place is perfect."
"Aw chere, I gotta go get ready for t'night," Remy said, pulling away. "I gotta get my smokes n' more cards n' a Bo staff."
"That mutant girl took them all?" Steph said, shaking her head. "Well fine, but I doubt Hank and his new love will suddenly attack us."
"But maybe de girl will," Remy said, winking and then walking away.
"Yeah, go on, leave!" Steph called after him. "Leave me here with this little beast!"
"You love 'er chere!" Remy replied, not turning or stopping.
"Huh, go on, I don't wanna see your purple head around here anyway! You're a horrible influence on Ruhko, I bet that plate of chicken she just demolished was completely inspired by you!"
"Dat's right chere."
"You stinker!"
"Yup."