Xiaolian Boyuan's Story

There was definitely a commotion and Molly was very firmly ignoring the fact that she was definitely involved in it. She hadn’t seen any of her string of lovers since the accident. She didn’t know how to explain the fact that their once enthusiastic partner was currently in the body of a twelve year old and likely stuck in a too young body for the next fifty years.

Apparently, one of her more wild partners had decided that rather than letting Molly ghost on her, she would take things into her own hands. And her own hands meant breaking into Molly’s apartment to ambush her naked. Molly had warded against every last magical way of breaking in she could think of. She hadn’t counted on a more mundane way of breaking in. Molly bit her bottom lip and ignored the officer trying to speak to her. She had already called for Xiaolian as her acting ‘guardian’ or at least someone likely willing to fake it.

When the preteen had come home, she had noticed the door first thing, and the naked woman on display on her couch second. Eyes wide, she had stepped back into hallway and closed the door behind her. That had not stopped Caroline from coming into the hallway buck naked to demand what a little girl had been doing coming into Molly’s apartment.

That had prompted her neighbors to call the police, though they were too cowardly to let in ‘Molly’s little niece; which she was using as a cover identity. As far as her neighbor’s were concerned, Molly had taken in ‘Mols’ after her niece lost her family. They shared a name due to family tradition. That had been a fun illusion to maintain and she absolutely hated maintaining an illusionary Molly. It took more out of her than she liked.

‘Little Mols’ put up with her one time lover yelling at her while the police arrived, and watched with no small amusement as Caroline punched the first officer who arrived, and the second as well. There wasn’t really a way to get into her apartment...and by now she had called Xiaolian to come ‘pick up’ Mols on behalf of her ‘at work’ partner.

Meanwhile, she watched a naked woman brawling with the police and pointedly did not laugh.

“So.. care to explain this one ‘Mols’?” Xiaolian asked after finding Molly hiding in the stairwell of the apartment complex. “Because a woman, who just so happens to be naked, brawling with the police isn’t exactly normal.” She added far from amused with this latest turn of events. It was one thing to do a favor here or there for the other, but to all out play guardian was getting annoying. Xiaolian had better things to do that did not involve constantly rescuing the other from messes of Molly’s own making.

“Former lover?” Molly tried, uncertainly. “And the police won’t let me leave unless my ‘guardian’ is here. I can’t cast that illusion with others watching.” Molly bit her bottom lip. “I swear, I didn’t know she was crazy.” It was supposed to be a one night stand. You don’t exactly learn a lot about your dates on those. The preteen shrugged. “Give me like…” she tallied the phase of the moon on the plane she did her big magics on, and considered the supplies she’d need to get. “Two weeks and I should have a working golem of my old body for problems like this.”

“Did that cause problems before?” Xiaolian asked arms crossed, looking far from amused with the other. While she outranked the now diminutive sergeant, most of the time there was an easy understanding between the two of who did what; however this was not one of those times. “I’m sorry Bronson, but no way in hell is that going to happen. I think the Warden would be extremely upset with me if I let you pull that one.” She said shaking her head. Molly’s problems while usually amusing after the thought, were a headache while trying to solve them.

Aw no, Xiaolian was going to pull rank on this wasn’t she? The young fae’s shoulder’s slumped and she thought the situation over. “Some, but this won’t be….I won’t be inhabiting this one? It’d just be a puppet. I’ve learned my lesson. We stay in our gods given bodies and don’t cheat.” Still, she sighed. “This one would be much, much simpler. Like, it wouldn’t fool anybody with a lick of magic.” But those people would realize right off she was fae and she wouldn’t have this issue.

“The only other solution is to...to find me a…” Everything from her body to her facial expression to the tone of her voice radiated disgust with the idea. “A guardian. For the mundane realm.”

“No.” Xiaolian said plainly. She was not going to allow herself to be pushed and pulled on by the other, no matter how gullible she looked to the other. “This really sounds like something you should have thought out by now, Molly.” Xiaolian commented not even budging. “If you need a guardian it won’t be me, and it’s definitely not going to be a golem. We all know what happened last time with that.”

If the other went over her head, so be it, but Xiaolian was not going to let herself get caught up in whatever brand of chaos Molly was selling that week. “Two weeks before I turn you into Blackwelder as a new juvenile case, and tell her exactly what happened.”

Molly’s eyes narrowed on Xiaolian and she considered her options. “I would rather not end up a juvenile case. I’ll outlive any guardian they find me here and still be a juvenile.” She murmured. Still, she sighed and stretched. “For the record, I had no clue this lady was that clingy or crazy. And I’ll speak to Blackwelder myself.” she kind of needed to regardless. The preteen pouted, what would have been a scowl on her older form coming out nothing more than a rather adorable pout at this age, in this form.

“I’d rather be me again, but...but considering what it took to do this, I don’t think it can be undone, not without further tearing things that shouldn’t be torn.” She could be mature, if she had to be, and she did have to be. At least the other hadn’t mentioned suspensions or leaves of absence, or taking a break.

Remy "Gambit" LeBeau took a stroll through the alleyways, peering over the now familiar vendors.

Fenrias Halvard leaned against the entrance to a darkened alley. He watched the happenings of the Undermarket with keen eyes from the shadows as he searched for a potential mark or client.

Remy "Gambit" LeBeau straightened his coat as he noticed several suspicious patrons entering the market. This place had sure become popular since it was confirmed to have existed... damn those pesky news reporters! Wing City had always been a place of change, but... his precious respite!

Finishing up his transaction with the final vendor he'd come here to see, Gambit then began to make his way back towards his age-old home.