MISSING: Alisa LeBeau

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

She was seen at the "History of New Orleans in Photographs" exhibit, dressed fashionably, but not enough to stand out. The next time she was seen, was on a parking garage a block away. There, Alisa was getting in her car and driving off. And the last time she was seen, was parking her car near a bank. From there, a van could be seen trailing her... and that was the last sighting of Alisa LeBeau.

She never made it to her next destination, which was her current girlfriend's apartment. She also never showed up to Alistaire's penthouse for tea with Reiko, or a meeting at the MET, to see if burnt bridges could be rebuilt, again.

So... where was Alisa LeBeau?

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[weapons_mistress]

Millicent picked up the phone and dialed the number for what had to be the fifth time.

"Alisa, this is Millicent. If you're fine please just answer me."

Maybe she was in an area with bad reception. Maybe she left her phone in the car. Maybe she was having an important conversation.

Unfortunately Millicent didn't believe any of that. She went to her closet and began to arm herself. If she had to crack some skulls and cause a few permanent injuries, then that's exactly what she was going to do. Now where was that number Alisa left with her? Hopefully someone with useful information would pick up.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

A rather tired, and paint covered Alisa LeBeau finally appeared. She knocked on Millicent's door, the usual knock to let her know who it was. Once it opened, she looked over at Milli with a bit of a perplexed expression.

"You won' believe de night an' day I've 'ad..."

[weapons_mistress]

Millicent looked through the peephole, quickly lowering her gun when she saw who was.

"Alissa! Here, let me help you." Millicent quickly moved to put Alissa's arm over her shoulder. "Lean on me."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I ain' injured... jus' exhusted as 'ell!" She did what Milli asked, anyway. If she refused, it would make her girlfriend pout and insist upon it further.

"I got an emergency art repair call. I've NEVER 'ad one o' dem before! Turns out some moron wit' a REALLY bad hairpiece got drunk an' put his fist t'rough a Monet. A Monet! Ugh... so, an old client called me up to fix de damned t'ing, an' put in a good word for me at de MET. It took me nearly twenty four hours to fix de paintin' an' restore it to it's original glory!"

[weapons_mistress]

Damn right she would pout, but good luck getting her to admit it. She brought Alisa over to the couch.

"I called you several times. I was getting really worried." Millicent had her armor on underneath her clothes, not to mention the various concealed weapons.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I sorta left it in my car... I jus' ran to where I needed to go, hopin' it wasn' a big project, den return to you. Turned out it was a huge ass projected, and by dis mornin' ... I wanted to kill de guy who put a hole in dat paintin' ." She gave off a long sigh, relaxing on the couch as best she could.

"M'sorry I made you worry, Chere. I almost bit off more den I could chew, but it was for de best. I'm now guaranteed my old job at de MET, again."

[weapons_mistress]

"It's okay," Millie said, letting out a sigh of her own as she removed some of the weapons. "Can I get you anything, luv? Food, drink, pillows?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Can we jus' stay like dis for a bit? Unless de smell o' paint an' paint thinner bothers yah. Den I could go take a shower." She smiled, closing her eyes for a moment.

"An' you were really armed to de teeth! Not even I hold dat much weaponry on me. An' I don' wanna know where you hid it all!"

[weapons_mistress]

"The paint thinner is fine," Millicent assured after removing the last of her armaments before returning to the couch.

"There's a reason they call me The Weapons Mistress," she said with a smirk, sitting down next to Alisa.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I wouldn' expect anyt'ing less!" She snuggled up against Millicent.

"I jus' feel bad dat our date night got ruined. It's jus' hard for us to get a day off dat don' include a body count, broken weapons, or some ruined piece o' fine art."

[weapons_mistress]

"Well, at the least it hasn't been all of the above at once," Millicent mused, starting to run a hand through Alisa's hair.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Can you imagine? What would I do? Beat de snot outta de guy, or try an' save de artwork." It was hard not to laugh at such an image. It was also even harder not to sigh as she felt Millicent's hand go through her hair... and then yelp when it got caught in a tangled section of hair and paint.

"Okay! Dat's it... shower, den nap! I don' risk your housemate comin' home early an' findin' me in de shower, right? Dat would be so awkward to explain..."

[weapons_mistress]

"Ah! Sorry, luv," Millicent said when she got caught in her.

"I don't think so, but if you want I could stand guard at the bathroom door," Millie teased.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I might be safer going it alone." Alisa gave Millicent a smirk. "But if you'd like, we could take a nice nap together. I don' t'ink I've had any sleep for twenty four hours, now!"

[weapons_mistress]

"I was only suggesting sitting outside," Millicent assured. She then smiled at Alisa's idea. "That sounds lovely."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I am sure that is what you were really suggestin' ." Alisa just grinned, heading towards the bathroom. After a few minutes, Alisa came out with a fresh pair of underwear on, and a sleep shirt that she had stashed in the bag she had brought with her to Millicent's apartment.

She then made her way to the couch and promptly flopped on it. Yeah, she was that exhausted.

"I may 'ave cybernetic parts, but I still get worn out!"

[weapons_mistress]

In the meantime Millicent had removed the last of her armor and hidden weapons, though from habit she kept a few close by. She was down to a sports bra and shorts when Alisa came out, then promptly flopped onto the couch.

"I can see that," Millicent chuckled. "Good thing those parts aren't too heavy. I'd hate to have to replace a broken couch," she teased.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Har har." Alisa smirked. "Shaw Industries did a good job on de leg... An' SHIELD fixed up my current implants really well. Really owe'em both for putting me all together. Almost as good as I was before all de chaos."

She would snuggle up closer to Millicent. Her eyes shut, showing how content she was.

"At least we got each other to come home to, no? Makes all dat chaos worth it in a way."

[weapons_mistress]

"Come home to?" Millicent asked. "Are you planning to move in?" She teased lightly, though her stomach had a fluttery feeling in it.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Non! It is too soon for dat... plus we'd have to listen to your room-mate tell us everyday how cute we are together." Alisa felt those same butterflies in her stomach as well.

"I mean, we always got someone to return to."

[weapons_mistress]

"Oi, don't want to imagine Adri bringing that up every day," Millicent said with a shudder.

She smiled, nodding once. "Your point's well-taken."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I like Adri, I do... but her whole French philosophy on love and what is cute can be intimidating." Well, it was true!

"I'm Cajun French, an' what I jus said, says a lot. But enough about dat... what 'ave you been up to, recently?"

[weapons_mistress]

"Intimidating, that's a good word for it," Millicent agreed.

Millicent frowned, though she tried to hide it. "Did some work as security for Horizon Labs..it paid well," she said, trying to make it sound lie business as usual.