Discards

Deleted and potential scenes from "Camille Langlais (No. 191)". Unless stated otherwise, these all come from fully deleted scenes or comments. 
Please see "Repeals" for tweaked away versions of scenes, "No. 191" for all links in the series, and "Russell Paget" for glimpses of some of the characters before and after the fic. for a map, and No. 191 for timing information.
==Shadow==
A slip of ink oozes across a rooftop.
A young person sits crosselegged by the edge playing solitare. 
The ink slides into their shadow. 
A breeze teases their hair. 
A card flutters--
They trap it, returns it to its stack, says, "I didn't call for you." 
Traffic noise. 
"Don't patronise me." Moves a couple cards. "Such a tragic accident, but the Mordashov heir should've known better than to drive drunk." 
The wind whispers. 
Smugly, "Of course he didn't." 
Traffic noise. 
The game resolves; the young person collects the cards and stands. "It should be interesting, shouldn't it?"
==Soldiers==
Red can say something like there's no guarantee that a soldier's profile on paper actually means they're any good in practice.
Langlais is like, 'I'm not using mere /soldiers; I'm using handpicked specialists(?)'.
'You're actually using the Jaeger program as a DNA bank.'
'Where better to get the best?'
==Supplies==
"Raymond, if you're going to kidnap one child, let alone seven, you'll need more than just a winter coat," says Dembe.
Red ... "That would've been a smart thing to think of while having sweets, wouldn't it?"
Dembe shakes his head, starts the car. "They'll be colouring books at the airport, at least."
"I'm sure we'll be able to stock up in Washington."
==Baby==
Lightcap hollers, "Don't forget: Ceremony's at sixteen-thirty~!"—
Logan thumbs up over his book; Jackson mumbles an acknowledgment into his sketchpad; Chuck grunts, snags her tablet, puts her feet up on the table.
—and disappears through the door.
"Does she think we drove four hours to sit in a hotel room?"
::Four hours and seventeen minutes,:: corrects Logan, then he smugs, ::You've gone even farther for less action than this.::
Chuck snorts—
Jackson flips them both off, muttering something about flowers.
—swipes into her email.
From: [blocked]
To: ckdarling@cmu.edu
Subject: A favour for an old friend?
I would have you make a delivery for me. You will be back in time to receive your award.
The item and a car will be waiting for you downstairs in eight minutes.
FYI: /Of possible interest.
Chuck rolls her eyes, taps the link.
A video player pops open, an image of ... an image of—
Chuck swallows. 
An image of a little blond boy playing with blocks on a brightly coloured rug.
He stretches for another and his wings flutter, helping his balance.
Chuck restarts the playback.
An image of a little blond boy playing with blocks on a brightly coloured rug.
He stretches for another and his wings flutter, helping his balance.
The effect is ... angelic, to be cliché.
Chuck pauses the playback.
"Oi, Jones!"
"Yes, Your Highness?"
"Come tell me if this is photoshopped or not."
Chuck restarts the playback.
Jackson limps over, leans in close.
Chuck remains still.
Jackson leans closer, squinting.
Chuck is a statue.
"It's a helluva good costume," he Jackson. "Must've cost a small fortune for servos that smooth, but."
Chuck grunts, rolls her shoulder
Jackson departs.
Chuck closes the video window, tosses the tablet aside, shoves to her feet.
"Where're you going?" calls Jackson.
["Out." Chuck palms a room key. 
"Want company?"
Chuck opens the door. "Go to hell."]
"Oooooookay, then." 
Chuck shtumps off.
=== Tumblr Chat ===
The Patron's henchpeople make another winged baby (wings colored like this, maybe) using Pietr's DNA as a base. Kirra sees a video/picture.
at first she's like, "picture of baby Pietr?" then "how'd they get a picture of that costume party?" but then! "the wings aren't right" and she makes herself think of it as just a photoshop but something about it is just. so. wrong.
does she call Jackson or a graphically inclined student (or an AI, even) to see if it's a photoshop?
like, she doesn't want to inflict it upon someone else, but she may also want to keep it to herself because she's still kinda possessive about Pietr, but she may need an answer to get it out of her head. 
"Oi, Jones!" 
"Yes, your Highness?"
"Come tell me if this is photoshopped or not."
Jackson comes over, leans over her shoulder. 
Chuck remains still. 
"It's a heckuva good costume."
Chuck grunts, rolls her shoulder. 
Jackson departs. 
Chuck closes the window.
==Kirra==
[Now the opening scene of the main work as "Hints".]
==UA: Bath time==
Please see "Bath time".
==Kirra demands answers==
Kirra grabs her mobile—
It shoots from her hands.
—dives after it, stabs the buttons with clumsy fingers.
""The drop was successful?""
"Who was the kid?" she demands.
""Angelique, five and three-quarters years old.""
"You know what I mean, asshat! Who /is she?"
""A special young lady—""
"Why did /he have her? Is this a kidnapping? Why are you involved? Is she—"
Her heart stutters.
""Mr Reddington is escorting Miss Angelique to my compound after having removed her from a toxic environment."
"Is she okay?"
""She'll be fine.""
Kirra exhales.
[Two heartbeats of silence.
Quietly, "Who is she, Wei?" >or whatever name Kirra would use for Liu<
""Her name is Angelique Hélène Lisanov until or unless she chooses a new one.""
Kirra slumps in relief. "Russian?"
""By blood, partially. American by birth, French by education.""
"Who is she?"
What might be a sigh. ""'Lisa' is Russian for 'fox'.""
A chime.
Silence.
Kirra checks the screen.
Call disconnected.
She cradles the phone.
Sixteen of her heartbeats.
The screen powers down.]
==Mountain Dragon==
An aide wheels Great Grandmother into the space, retreats to a chair. 
A secretary approaches. 
Great Grandmother attends. 
The secretary bows deeply, reports, 「I have two messages for you.」 
「Which will I like least?」 
The secretary consults their tablet. 「Tang Biyu remains colic-y after their nap and supper.」 
「Hm.」 Great Grandmother ponders, drumming the arm of her [chair], then, 「Have they an appointment with the doctor?」 
「I can book a house call as early as their bedtime.」 
「Make it so. The other message?」 
. 
This part seems more like Long than sleepy!Liu: 
Lulu cradles a fresh cup of tea, murmurs in a falsetto, 「Wizard and Royalty in the tower.」 
Daisy giggles. 
「Did great grandmother specify the kind of update?」
Falsetto, 「No.」 
With an eye roll, 「Because no one on that payroll has a sense of humour.」 Dramatic sigh, recites, 「Please tell her that I can't do anything about the new iOS because she's more or less human.」
[blocked]: My heart is safe and doing well--she got a raise the other day!--and the bean would rather go to school at the compound than here.
[ID]: Thank you; be well
[blocked]: Same to you and to great grandmother
==Siqi==
===Dreamer===
Sīqí sits at the kitchen table, watching the live feed on her tablet and idly scratching Tall-Grass-in-Sun's ears.
""—find the others and take them into protective custody,"" states Agent Regina.
She frowns around her milkshake.
'I dunno,' from the Universe.
Sīqí shrugs, pushes away from the table—
Tall-Grass-in-Sun huffs, stretches, stalks off through the wall.
—looks into the living room. "Get Princeton's attention for me, Chuckles."
Chuckles grumps, pokes the side of Princeton's head.
Princeton attends.
"Universe needs you to do something," says Sīqí.
Princeton pockets his shade GameBoy, strolls over.
"Go here—" Lights the scrap of paper. "—and be friendly."
Princeton raises an eyebrow.
"It's gonna kinda suck."
Princeton shrugs, 'c'est la vie', and pops out in a whiff of ozone.
"Chuckles!"
"Sneezy!"
"There's a ghost messing with the lights at the convenience mart on the corner. Go bust it."
"Bust it yourself."
Sīqí lights another scrap.
"Mother/fucker!" hollers Chuckles, rubbing his head.
"Chop chop, Chuckles~!" Sīqí heads for the kitchen as Chuckles grumbles and picks up the hanbo, then /hmphs off like a good familiar.
===Kitten===
Sīqí sits at the kitchen table, reading up on eco-friendly embalming techniques on her tablet and idly scratching Tall-Grass-in-Sun's ears.
「Anyone I should watch out for?」 asks her father. 
Sīqí waves. 「There's tiger, like, everywhere. And cats.」 To her milkshake, 「So many cats.」
「Of course there are.」 Picks his way to the counter. 「Difficulties of living with two psychics.」
「Difficulties of living with such a small kitchen.」 Twists, continues, 「Dad, We need a bigger kitchen.」
「We can't afford a bigger kitchen.」 
「More funerals, then.」
「We could just ask him to move,」 suggests her father. 
[「/You can just ask him to move.」 Crosses her legs. 「I am /not dealing with his drama.」
Tall-Grass-in-Sun huffs—
Sīqí catches a vase before it falls—
—stands and stretches, flicks his tail, stalks away through an exterior wall. 
「Whatever you just caught is incorporeal.」
Uh oh.
「Uh, Dad—」
A small, cozy restaurant but she's sitting on a kitchen chair—
Sīqí brushes her hair from eyes, sits back, and her milkshake is ... right there. 
The Dragon's peppered the restaurant with their people, and then the MC, those two Desk people, and Miss Cobalt enter. 
The grownups talk like Miss Cobalt's not there, her shoulders straight but——it's supposed to be different than it's supposed to be better——fear resignation hands pulling [the Pruner and his perfect creases.]
Agent Regina states, ""—find the others and take them into protective custody.""
Sīqí frowns around her milkshake.
'I dunno,' from the Universe.
Sīqí shrugs, mobile is ... left pocket, where she left it, straightens her glasses, pokes a contact on her mobile, says, 「I'm booking vacations for you guys.」Tries blinking away the restaurant.
「「Chu? What are—」」
「Feng should pack a kitten. A grey one, I think.」 
「「/Chu!」」
Sīqí disconnects—
The restaurant shimmers to ash. 
—scrawls something on a scrap of joss paper, leans back in her chair, looks into the living room. "Chuckles!"
"Sneezy!"
"Get Princeton's attention for me, Chuckles."
Chuckles grumps, pokes the side of Princeton's head.
Princeton attends.
"Universe needs you to do something," says Sīqí.
Princeton pockets his shade mobile, strolls over.
"Go here—" Lights the scrap of paper. "—and be friendly."
Princeton raises an eyebrow.
"It's gonna kinda suck."
Princeton shrugs, 'c'est la vie', and pops out in a whiff of ozone.
"Chuckles!"
"Sneezy!"
"There's a ghost messing with the lights at the convenience mart on the corner. Go bust it."
"Bust it yourself."
Sīqí lights another scrap.
"Mother/fucker!" hollers Chuckles, rubbing his head.
"There's a ghost messing with the lights at the corner shop. Go bust it."
""Bust it yourself!""
Sīqí lights the paper.
/BONK
""Mother/fucker!""
/clatter clatter
"Chop chop, Chuckles~!" 
Chuckles /hmphs past, rubbing his head, hanbō tucked under his arm, then shtumps off like a good familiar, trailed by a clowder of ghost cats
The Universe smiles.
==Dream==
===Dandelion===
Angelique pumps her legs, swinging higher and higher, wind stroking her wings, and she laughs, «Look, I'm flying!»
The tall man near the fence grins and claps, then walks closer.
Grandfather told her to run away from strangers, but this man feels safe, so Angelique keeps swinging.
The man—he has curly blond hair like hers—stops a little ways away, still smiling a glowy smile.
A flash of white—
Wings!
He has wings!
Angelique launches herself off the swing—
He catches her gently, hugs her to his chest, wraps his big, white wings around them both.
«You're like me!»
He nods against her hair.
Angelique pushes away to see his face better.
He smiles at her.
«You look like me.»
Nods.
She thinks, brightens. «Are you my brother?»
Shrugs, 'sort of', and sits them both on the grass with Angelique facing him.
«Do you have a name?» she asks.
He picks a little yellow flower and hands it to her.
«Dandelion?»
Beams.
«That's a pretty name.»
Ducks his head.
Angelique straightens the hem of her dress. «I don't want to be rude, but why aren't you talking?»
Says—no sound comes out.
«Oh. You don't have a voice.»
Nods.
«Is that why I haven't seen you before? Because you're not perfect?»
Makes a face that says, 'not really'.
«Can you stay and play?»
Grins and nods happily.
Angelique jumps up. «Push me, Danny!»
He hops to his feet, shoos her toward the swing set.
She flies—
Angelique wakes up, hugging Mr Puff tight, and snuffles. She blinks her eyes.
Agent Lizzy smiles at her. "Did you have a nice nap?"
"Mmhm!" Sit up, pushes the blanket down to her feet. "I dreamed about my biggest brother. His name is Danny and his wings are /huge, with little black edges." Pouts a little. "None of us have black in our wings."
"I'm sure you'll see him again soon," says Agent Lizzy.
"Uh uh." Angelique tugs at her coat zipper, frowns.
"Why not?"
/Finally gets the coat open and off and stretches her wings. "I think Grandfather sent him away because he's not perfect."
Agent Lizzy's forehead gets wrinkly. "What does that mean?"
"Ixie couldn't make colours like Iris could, so an Uncle came and took her away." Shrugs, hugs Mr Puff close, slides off the couch. "Danny can't talk so he probably got taken away, too."
Agent Lizzy looks worried a moment, then smiles and offers her hand. "We'll find him for you."
Angelique puts her hand in Agent Lizzy's. "I'd love it!" Hops. "I want to see Danny again."
Agent Lizzy squeezes, says, "I promise you will."
.
Ozone.
Rapping on wood.
Princeton, red-eyed and pale, glares at Sīqí from across the kitchen table.
"I told you it was kinda gonna suck."
Princeton shakes his head, winks out.
===Elli===
Angelique pumps her legs, swinging higher and higher, wind stroking her wings, and she laughs, "I'm flying!"
A whistle and clapping.
Angelique looks—"/Elli!"
"/Ange!" Elli waves and grins from the fence, then walks closer.
It's been so long ....
Elli stops a little ways away, calls, "Jump!"
Angelique launches herself off the swing—
He catches her gently, hugs her to his chest, wraps his good wing around them both.
Tears squeeze out. "I've missed you /so much."
He nuzzles her hair. "Missed you, too."
Angelique pushes away to see his face better.
He smiles his crooked smile.
"Where have you been?" she demands.
"Places."
Angelique pouts.
"You'll find out soon."
Angelique pouts harder.
"That still won't work."
Angelique huffs.
Elli laughs, sits them both on the grass, starts picking dandelions.
"I was so sad when the Uncles took you away." Picks at the grass. "I didn't want you to go."
"I didn't want to go, either, Ange—" Shrugs, bad wing flopping. "—but you know Grandfather's rules."
Angelique bites her lip, nods sadly.
Elli settles a crown of dandelions on Angelique's hair. "A pretty crown for a pretty princess."
She wipes her eyes.
Elli pokes her knee. "Want to see if you can fly higher if I push you?"
"Uh huh!" Angelique jumps up.
Elli stands up, wobbles like always, shoos her toward the swing set.
She flies—
Angelique wakes up, hugging Mr. Puff tight, and snuffles. She blinks her eyes.
Agent Lizzy smiles at her. "Did you have a nice nap?"
"Mmhm!" Sit up, pushes the blanket down to her feet. "I dreamed about my biggest brother. His name is Elli—Ariel, really—and his wings are /huge, but only one of them works now."
"I'm sure you'll see him again soon," says Agent Lizzy.
"I dunno." Angelique tugs at her coat zipper, frowns.
"Why not?"
/Finally gets the coat open and off and stretches her wings. "Grandfather sent him away because he's not perfect and we never see them again after they're sent away."
Agent Lizzy's forehead gets wrinkly. "What does that mean?"
"An Uncle took Elli away when we were /tiny. And-and then Ixie and 'Rora went away when they couldn't make colors like Iris could." Hugs Mr. Puff close, slides off the couch. "I miss them."
Agent Lizzy looks worried a moment, then smiles and offers her hand. "We'll find them all for you."
==Lulu, Liu, Long==
Lulu, dressed semi-formally under a long coat, slips through the front door. 
Combat boots, quiet on the hardwood, tucked side-by-side in the hall closet. 
Duster, ink-black in the backlight from the frosted windows, hung on the left side with the longest coats. 
Lulu, moving through the home like a ghost, down the hall and into the master. 
Lulu works on the buttons of a wine-red silk shirt. 「Closet, please.」 Lies it on the bed, straightens a black undershirt. 
Daisy cringes, 「「Whoops! Sorry, Lulu!」」
The ceiling flicker to life and a wall slides away. 
Lulu considers the wardrobe. 「It's fine, Daisy, thank you.」
[「「How was your meeting?」」
「It went well, thank you.」 Picks a cream, rose-print sundress and a pink blazer, hangs them on a hook.「Middle Earth is staffed and abreast.」 Mulls over accessories. ]
「「Would you like an second opinion?」」
「Yes, thank you, Daisy. Five-six-eight or fix-six-nine with two-four-seven.」
「「Hmmm. Five-six-nine, and you've paired it with nine-zero-five and three-eight-four previously.」」
Lulu takes out a cream bag and floppy sunhat, and a pair of pink kitten heels. 「Thank you very much, Daisy.」 Puts them with the dress.
「「You're welcome!」」
Lulu retrieves the dress, wanders into the washroom, returns a few minutes later changed and barefoot, and sets the pants beside the shirt. 
Back to the washroom for a wonderful teeth brushing and face washing. 
「「Is the air temperature okay?」」
「It is, thank you.」
「「May I watch?」」
「You may.」
「「Thank you, Lulu!」」
Selects a comb, attends each tress in turn, and eventually [every lock] falls longer and glossier than before. 
Eyebrows next; Lulu runs a finger along each, frowns, tries again and a third time, and then the shape's finally right. 
Moisturizer, foundation, brown eyeliner and eyeshadow (though the latter with a touch of sparkle), mascara, blush, and pink lipstick. 
「「You look so pretty!」」
「Thank you.」 Clears throat, 「Thank you!」
Daisy giggles. 
Lulu turns sideways, considers the reflection, faces forward, and gives a roll of the shoulders. Rolls them again--still straight, but softer and less broad.
「「Ready to go?」」
Twirls from the washroom. 「I think so.」 Pops on the blazer, flicks on the hat, steps into shoes, slings the bag over a shoulder, and with a spring in the step, leaves the room. 「Have a lovely day, Daisy!」
「「Thanks, Lulu, you, too!」」
Lulu blows a kiss to the ceiling, leaves. 
==Penthouse, after==
From "Russell Paget" 
He wakes, suppresses a gasp, his need to cough.
Even breathing behind him.
Exhales shakily, eases from the mattress.
Grandfather sleeps on.
Gathers their clothes, dumps them on the floor of the ensuite.
Deep drink of water to soothe his throat. Cleans up as best he can without running the shower, checks his reflection.
Less colour than usual.
Clean underclothes from his go-bag, back into his clothes. Folds up Grandfather's clothes, into a garment bag, fresh ones from the closet.
Back to the bedroom, lays them out. Gathers the supplies, back into their case in the ensuite.
Checks his reflection.
Colour is slightly better.
Climbs into his pajamas, buzzer in pocket, and he creeps out of the bedroom and back to the sofabed for whatever sleep he can steal.
==The Angel and the Dragon==
Angelique meets the Mountain Dragon.
Miss Violet and Angelique walk Angelique-speed through the twisty halls of the castle, hand in hand.
They come to a door.
"Remember," says Miss Violet. "Don't speak until she does."
Angelique nods.
Miss Violet smiles, knocks.
""Enter.""
Miss Violet opens the door for Angelique.
A woman with short, dark hair in almost-white stands by a painting, peering at the picture with a magnifying glass while another person stands a few steps away by a wheelchair.
"Great Grandmother, this is Angelique."
The woman turns--a wrinkle in her forehead--peers at Angelique through the magnifying glass.
Miss Violet smiles at Angelique.
"You are very young," says the woman, leaning heavily on her cane and returning to her wheelchair.
"You're very old--" Angelique claps a hand over her mouth.
The woman seems to smile as she settles in her chair. "One needs time to accomplish this much." Looks to Miss Violet. "If you two would excuse us."
"Of course, Great Grandmother." Miss Violet smiles to the other person, tilts her head.
The other person steps around the wheelchair, bows deeply, and joins Miss Violet.
Miss Violet smiles at Angelique and then she and the other person bow deeply, and leave.
"Would you like tea?" asks the woman, wheeling herself around.
"That would be lovely, thank you, Miss ... Great Grandmother?"
"'Great Great Grandmother'." The woman grins over her shoulder. "I am very, /very old."
Angelique giggles, skip-walks to a far corner with a tea service and a collection of seats which, she discovers as she climbs up, are as wonderfully comfy as they look.
Great Great Grandmother says, "It is customary, in my household, to give each new child a gift upon their arrival." She--
Angelique hopes--
--retrieves a giftbag from under her chair. "For you, Miss Angelique."
Angelique smiles so hugely her cheeks hurt.
==Why are you here?==
Liu and Chao (or just Liu, if Chao is planted as one of the Mountain Dragon's people) enter the safe house as officers. Liu gets Chao and the winglettes to the ambulance where Chao gets them changed but Liu returns to the safehouse just in time to bop Langlais on the nose and snatch away the cyanide. Meanwhile, Chao becomes the tour guide! 
I'm not sure which is more pleasing to me: Chao masquerading as mafia security or Liu and Chao grumping at each other about 'why, exactly, are you here, Ling?' 
Both are so very wonderful ^u^ 
'I can't believe I'm working for the mafia,' grumbles Chao. 
'I can't believe I'm working with a novice,' grumbles Liu. 
Liu's mobile squeaks. 
ghost_cat_herder: u 2 looooooooove each other
Chao rolls his eyes.
Liu huffs.
==Vanish==
[Ressler's now just learned Langlais has disappeared, too]
"How's he supposed to go on trial?" demands Ressler.
"On trial for what?"
"Smuggling American children out of the country for comerical purposes?"
"What children, Donald?"
Ressler flounders.
"If there's no kidnapper or children, why exactly did we come?"
"That /was the plan, and now?" Reddington gazes around the intersection, then, "Give the prosperous city of Hong Kong an extra something with a bit of tourism?
==Counterpoint==
There’re really only have two end points (unlike Siqi's Universe download in "Let the Rain Wash Away" which had three) but we're going to force something similar anyway: 
===Beginning===
It begins as is but the mid point is what was formerly the epilogue (ie the High Dragon telling Liu he has a child collecting problem).
From that point, it rewinds allllll the way back to either Liu discussing with Shadow how sad it is that the client was in such a terrible accident but he really should've checked no one spiked his drink if he was going to be driving that night, OR it rewinds back to Ms Violet
We follow her leaving the sun room and placing a call. 
The person on the other end is this young person on a metro train in a hoodie with sunglasses, and headphones, and they answer Ms Violet's report affirmatively but monosyllabically, then they and the young woman (Ms Wei) in the seat beside theirs disembark.
Ms Violet goes to Angelique's room for her coat and Mr Puff and stands in a blind spot until Red and Angelique appear. >Pickle-plum: i like this miss violet scene.; Shmoo92: \o/<
Shmoo92: Fast forward thru Red leaving, Ms Violet approaching Langlais, and other stuff.
(Probably needs something else) >Pickle-plum: but a good start!; Shmoo92: Thank you!<
===Denoument===
Angelique meeting the other Langlians, Liu getting a recording, a set-to-funky music sequence with Liu and Chao suiting up with ... gear, Ressler giving the briefing but from their POV, them infiltrating (Liu mutters 'open' to a tattoo on his wrist and the crèche door unlocks), them securing the fluffles, and then getting outside. >Pickle-plum: OOO. niiiiiice.; Shmoo92: >bows!<<
====Funky Music====
Shmoo92: Barns Country(?), "Glitter and Gold" is the funky song for Liu's version of "No. 101"
 
Pickle-plum: noted!
 
Shmoo92: At first I was like, "this is the absolute perfect rhythm, but does it actually make sense in context?" 
""--ting ting / its glitter and gold"" 
"Glitter and GOLD This makes perfect sense in context how on earth did I consider otherwise"
 
Shmoo92: And the 'suiting up' part is reminiscent of the drivesuit room suit up scene but it's one continuous shot, possibly with more circling of Liu and Feng, like from that episode of Fringe where Olivia’s wearing that blue-navy dress. 
===End!End===
It would probably end!end with Angelique reuniting with her crechemates and with the camera panning out and settling on Liu and the High Dragon. >Pickle-plum: sounds about right.; Shmoo92: I believe those are all my thoughts, anyway; Pickle-plum: those are a lot of very good thoughts!; Shmoo92: Thank you!!!; Pickle-plum: you're welcome!<
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