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[tothethief]

[The video starts abruptly, fuzzing in off-center on a man's face. The details are pretty common--Caucasian skin, sharp nose, mouth downturned in a frown, a five o'clock shadow that's creeping well on towards six or seven o'clock--but the one eye that's visible is startling, all glowing red iris on black sclera. The camera's angle is realigned a

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[thing4telepaths]

Hello, Remy.

[tothethief]

Hey, Slim. Been a while. Well. Been a while f'me, leastways.

[thing4telepaths]

What's the last thing that happened to you?

[tothethief]

I went wit' Rogue an' some ot'ers to fight Phalanx in space for de Shi'ar, an' got t'anked for a job well done by gettin' to crash-land in de middle Antarctica. Den Spat an' Grovel show up, an' I get zorped here while dey draggin' me all over de devil's own.

[thing4telepaths]

You're from quite a ways back. I'm not sure if I should feel bad for how much people might hate you for things you haven't done yet or not.

[tothethief]

Yeah, Wings said de same t'ing. 'Bout bein' sorta b'hind de times, dat is. I gotta say, Cyke, if dis's de future it ain't nearly as high-tech as I t'ought it'd be, given de Danger Room an' de plane an' all.

[There's a dismissive noise Remy makes, there, cavalier.] Tch. I wouldn' worry 'bout it none, Slim. Folk're 'lways hatin' me for somet'in' or de ot'er, I'm damn near used to it by now. Don't really seem t'matter if it's over somet'in' I actually done or not. [He almost completely hides the bitterness!]

[thing4telepaths]

Has someone told you where the Institute is?

[tothethief]

Pas de tout. I gotta get me a way of gettin' 'round dat ain't my own two feet, too.