10551/Central Park Greetings

Central Park Greetings
Date of Scene:	27 December 2019
Location:	Central Park, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Warren goes for a walk in Central Park and Riana ruins an attempted mugging!
Cast of Characters:	Archangel, Wild Rose

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Archangel has posed:
It had been a white Christmas in New York, but with the weather as it is, who knows how long that will really last. But with it now being a couple of days after Christmas, life is starting to return to a semblance of normal, except for those that are going through the preparations for the New Year. The crews are working on setting up for the fireworks on New Years Eve, while most people are working on getting from to or fro, or just enjoying the park.

Warren Worthington falls into the last category. Just wanting to enjoy the grandeur of the park on a winter's day, it's impossible for him to hide his mutation. He could use a holoemitter, but a long time ago he decided to embrace what he was. The snow white techno-organic wings on his back rise from the long overcoat that he wears. A scarf is around his neck, with his blonde hair on display. A warm sweater covers his torso, with blue jeans and boots completing the ensemble.

He's just meandering at the moment, taking his gloved hands out of his pockets as he walks.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Not everyone who was different was as open about it. Really, looking around, anybody could be a mutant, and one would not necessarily be the wiser. But really, should it matter, when all one wanted to do was enjoy the clear, beautiful day in Central Park?

     One such soul was in an open area off to one side, where she could practice in peace. A 5' long bo staff rests against a tree nearby, and the titian haired woman was apparently working through some katas. She is dressed fairly lightly for the weather, in a dark green hoodie, dark blue jeans, and black leather boots. In deference to her exercise, her hair is tied back in a ponytail. Oh no, there would be no losing her in the snow, with that hair, and those... freckles. Her movements are sharp, quick, and sure, but her katas are devoid of the shouts one might hear in a dojo, so that others could enjoy the park in peace around her.

Archangel has posed:
And it would just be a normal day, if two thugs hadn't decided to intervene. Warren would have surely noticed the redhead (a weakness) and struck up a conversation with her, but alas, the thugs.. well. They move to intercept Warren, one of them stopping him. "Hey Buddy, spare a dollar for a cup of joe?" he asks. Warren raises a brow and shakes his head. "Sorry, not today.."

"Nuh-uh, pretty boy. Hand over the rolex and the wallet." While thug one was distracting Warren, the second one has moved around behind the mutant and drawn a pistol, pushing it against Warren's back.

There's a small erp from Warren, and he frowns. "Come on guys, you don't want to do this..." he rumbles, wings flicking in agitation.

"Shut it, wings, before we baste you in bar-be-que sauce."

So that's why Warren never got to introduce himself to Riana first.

Wild Rose has posed:
     It only takes a moment for Riana to notice the trouble at hand, a frown creasing her brows. Easing out of her kata, she picks up her staff and just ambles over as casually as can be. "Gentlemen... what seems to be the trouble?" Her voice is quiet, deadly, and her movements oddly restrained. While it looks as if she works out, she certainly doesn't have the overly muscular physique that a bodybuilder might, and for all outward appearances, looks as if she could be an easy target for the thugs.

     Yet, she speaks with all the calm of storm preparing to unleash its fury, her sage green gaze moving intently from one would-be attacker to the next. "Why not let him go, he's done no harm to anyone."

Archangel has posed:
"Why don't you mind your own business, girlie." The thug behind Warren snaps in irritation, glancing at the girl. "Unless you want to handover your wallet, too."

The thug in front of Warren frowns, "Hand over the goods already!"

The blonde glances over to the redhead, lifting his brow as he sizes her up in thought, before offering to her, "You got the one in the front?" he asks her.

She better, because the wings snap down suddenly on the man with the gun at his back, and the thug lets out a scream. "MY HAND!" he cries out. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Warren shows just a hint of a blue palor. "Judging you unworthy." he growls.

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie nods to Warren, her brows arching at that unusual blue tinge to his skin. Taking one step around, she now faces the thug in front. Very simply, very calmly, she reaches out and grips the front of his shirt, hauling him up in the air and holding him there. It appears to take her very little effort, and she just stares the thug down. "I'd suggest you take your friend and leave. Quickly. Nod if you understand."

Archangel has posed:
The guy hefted off the ground blanches, fear in his eyes as he looks down at the redhead. "Freaks! All of you. Freaks!" he screams in a panic, but he's nodding. He gets the hint. He gets it big time.

Warren releases the hand of the other thug from his wings, and the crushed gun clatters to the ground. One can only imagine the shape of the man's hand as he's mewling in pain. As soon as Riana sets down her thug, he'll grab her buddy to run off. Not that they'll get far, as the screams have already attracted the attention of the mounted NYPD patrol.

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie sets the thug down on the ground. "Good. Now, get out." There is the barest hint of a flinch as she is called a freak. Just before she releases her hold on the erstwhile attacker, she looks him straight in the eye. "A true 'freak' is the one that has no regard for humanity in -all- its forms. Now, go." Letting the thug go, she steps back and brushes herself off a bit.

Glancing back at Warren, she allows herself a lopsided half-smile. "It might be prudent for both of us to be elsewhere when the police get here," she remarks. "I hope you weren't hurt in all that?"

Archangel has posed:
The thugs aren't gonna stay around for the lecture and question and answer part of this meeting. Though Warren chuckles as he hears Riana's comment and gives her a swift smile. "Oh, are you a dangerous woman?" he asks her teasingly when she suggests vamoosing from the area. "I'm fine. But let me repay you. Is there someplace I can carry you?" he asks, unfurling his wings fully. Whether of not she's recognized him by now is not important, after all. "Buy you lunch?"

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie quirks her brows, chuckling lightly. "I can be, but prefer not to be. Except perhaps to lunch. Then be afraid." Holding out her right hand, she inclines her head. "Riana Mackenzie. And you are...?" Wait. Did he just offer to -fly- with her? She blanches slightly, considering this for a moment, but says nothing about it. "There's no way those can be real, is there?"

Archangel has posed:
Accepting the hand, there's a chuckle. "I don't mind a girl with a healthy appetite." he admits, before adding. "Warren Worthington, III." comes the offer of greetings, and then he chuckles warmly. "Afraid of flying? Might want to be more afraid of my flirting."

Releasing her hand, he finishes the tease and flourishes the wings, spreading them out fully. "They're as real as the rest of me, but you can find out about that later."

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie laughs and shakes her head. "My heart's already spoken for, I'm afraid, but I'm glad to meet you, Warren." She glances briefly in the direction the thugs fled, and lets out a small sigh. "I wonder if there will ever be a world where everyone can be so open as you are."

Indeed, he did seem to be quite a flirt, but it didn't seem to bother Riana in the least. Instead, she simply cracks her neck a little, and offers a smile. "Know any good spots for lunch around here? I haven't been in Bushwick but a month or so."

Archangel has posed:
"Ah well. It is always good to meet someone that is willing to help someone in distress though, and I would still like to show my gratitude." Warren offers with a warm smile. But he does tone down the flirting just slightly. "As for that..." he looks to were the thugs went and shakes his head. "There's always going to be bigorty, I fear, Riana. As long as people are different."

But the thought of lunch snaps him back to the here and now. And he didn't miss out on her mentioning Bushwick. A high probablity that she's a mutant. "You ever have lunch at the Tavern on the Green before?"

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie shakes her head and grins. "Not yet. That and Times Square on New Year are on my bucket list." She glances down at her hoodie and jeans, and frowns. Tavern on the Green was supposed to be a pretty posh, elegant place. Was she even dressed for the occasion? "That place is supposed to be an area legend, with a really long history behind it."

Nodding slowly, she sighs lightly again. "It's that bigotry that keeps me silent to my own kin. I don't think they'd love me any less if they knew, but I'd rather not make them a target."

Archangel has posed:
"Yeah. And it looks like you've been working out. But let me do this. Give me your number, and I'll have the Tavern send you a gift card so you and your beau can spend a dinner on me. You can tell him it's your idea." Warren gives her a coy little smile, and then shakes his head. "I've been a publically known mutant for a while. Hard to own a business and be a mutant at the same time, especially if it's been in your family for generations."

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie chuckles, shrugging. "I don't think I could deceive him like that. Those hellfire eyes would probably see right through me anyways. I'll be honest about the source." Oh, my. Is that a blush suffusing those befreckled cheeks? "That's pretty nice you're able to keep up the family business like that and be so open. I hope to open my own dojo one day, but who knows if I'd ever have any students, if they knew."

Archangel has posed:
"Hmm." Warren considers. He has her name, it wouldn't be much to do some checking on the woman to see about her life and credit and such. "Anyplace in mind that you want your dojo?" he asks her curiously. If he noticed the blush, he's made sure not to mention it. "Anyway, I should let you get back to your training. As you said, you can pass easily.. me? Not so much." he chuckles softly. "Though I doubt I'd have much of an issue. Money tends to overlook mutancy at times." With that, he's preparing to take off.

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie slips a small notepad and a pen from her hoodie pocket; apparently, she hasn't gotten around to any calling cards of a sort. Either that, or she appreciates doing things the old-fashioned way. Jotting down her number, she takes the piece of paper and offers it to Warren. "Haven't an idea in mind, though some parts of Brooklyn would probably be a very bad idea. I was looking around the area and that's actually how I ran into Remy." She shrugs, and glances around the immediate area. "This wouldn't be such a bad area around here, but I can imagine that's going to take a while to work up to."

Archangel has posed:
Taking the paper, Warren glances at it, and when she mentions Remy, his brow rises. Apparently he knows the name. "I'll have to see what I can do." He gives her a smile. And to prove that those wings work, Warren rises into the air and then takes off to the skies above.