130/Rooftop Meetings

Rooftop Meetings
Date of Scene:	24 April 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Crusader, Dragonfly (Arazello)

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Crusader has posed:
The days contine to grow warmer ad winter gives way to spring. Most people were certainly appreictive of the of the change of temperature! More people were out and about enjoying the day when they were not at work.

But this didn't mean trouble was resting. Crusader having just gotten finish apprenhending some car jackers has dissappeared into an alley and scaled the sides of a building. For a man that claims he can fly, boy does he avoid it!

He agily skirts across roofs and eventually finds himself ontop of the apartment building that house his electronics store. Up there he had a mirror, radio and a view of the city. He didn't feel like being Bjorn just yet and instead glanced into the mirror. Perhaps some shapeshifting practice.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    The sound of someone clearing her throat ghosts down from above.
    "What's this, B...Crusade," Dragonfly says, seated cross-legged in the sky a bit above Bjorn's reach. "You go out to play without inviting me?"
    She regards the large man with a bit of concern residual from what she induced him to become. "Did you find some others to join the Crusade yet?" she asks.

Crusader has posed:
Crusader looks up at Dragonfly "Well, one does often go on patrol. It is why ship keeps such odd hours" serisouly know ever knows when that shop is open or close. The only garentee being that if he says he will be there, he will be there
    "And no. One is not surprised yet. Human media is very...saturated in the evils of a hive mind." he says with clear displeasure "It is a shame really." he flexes in his armor, which seems to flex organicly with him "While one enjoys their new state of being, adjustments are still being made. Though one can see the concern in your tone"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly lands, laying a hand on Crusader's shoulder. "I'm glad to hear you're adjusting. And ... ambivalent about your success or lack thereof. I have to admit I kind of agree with the human media for now. Mostly because I'm confident that in you there's a good person guiding this Crusade of yours; but not certain that this would continue as you got more people in it."
    She tilts her head and regards Crusader, slipping off her sunglasses to reveal her oh-so-alien eyes.
    "What's the eviction process in your setup?" she wonders.

Crusader has posed:
Crusade looks at Dragonfly eyes, seeming fashionated "What is it like looking through compound eyes?" he asks curiouse "Or is it merely cosmetic?"
    He again turns to the mirror, his cape seems to liquify and merge with his armor dissappearing "It was indeed a success. But improvements can be made... and there is much to explore and experince" he than looks to Dragonfly "And what do you mean eviction process in ones setup?" he asks somewhat confused.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "It's ... weird. When I think about it. Thing is, when I change I change all the way. My mind seems to just put things together so I don't notice. But when I think about it suddenly there's like a million of you, all a bit different. It's disconcerting, to be honest. Like everything about Dragonfly."
    She steps around to look at herself in the mirror next to Crusader. "You know, this look? Most of it is mine. It's apparently my image of feminine perfection. Zzara added the dragonfly picture. The wings. The eyes. The rest is me. This is what I think is the perfect woman. Sickening, isn't it, just how shallow my mind is?" She seems to be deliberately avoiding the question while she mulls something over. Which she finally decides on.
    "I mean what happens to the Crusade if you absorb a Stalin or a Mao or a Pol Pott? Each person you absorb shapes the whole, right? What do you do if Hitler joins you? Or worse?"

Crusader has posed:
"The form this one take is similar. This is but a form is but a paragon of how one feels heroic, powerful and physically perfect all while captureing the ideals of his creation. Though one does have an unarmored state that is exactly identical save for the armor and cape" he says "So no, not sickening at all. One should strive to be their ideal self"
    He grins within his helm and beard "And sides, nothing wrong with having a state that feels so wonderful" he than looks to her as she expands on the question
    "Several possibilities. If their mind is undesirable, one can simply unassimilate them completly. One for example has unassimilated and reassimilated Bjorn several times" he says. He looks back to the mirror "One may also simply take their good aspects and kill the offending mind, or simply completly and utterly erase their personlities. One may also just simply drain their willpower as they are assimilated and force them to co-operate in a fashion deemed acceptable"
    He is quiet a long moment "However, there is always a risk. Most additions will incure a change. And those with powerful minds or wills may incure even grander changes if not even possibly take over"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "See," Dragonfly says, "it's not the striving to be ideal that I find sickening. It's that THIS is what I think is ideal. It's all looks. I mean, really, the ideal woman in my mind is tall, racked, has child-bearing hips, and legs that go on forever. My ideal woman wasn't a rocket scientist. She's a sexual fantasy brought to life." She pauses. "I mean I *am* a rocket scientist, but that's an accident and irrelevant to the point."
    Her point self-defeated she shakes her head. "Never mind. Anyway, given what you just said, could you promise me that you'll be VERY careful about who you take on?"
    She "steps" up to hovering cross-legged again. "Oh, that reminds me! I have a job again! I'm working in a LexCorp subsidiary; I was even almost head-hunted. That's the rocket scientist thing I was talking about."

Crusader has posed:
"And the idea humanoid male in my mind is tall, brimming with massive muscles, bearded... and well" chuckles "Well endowed himself."he says "And well, how can a rocket sicentist be an ideal women? Mind excluded, rocket scientist is completly seperated from ones physical being after all. Do not beat yourself up over wanting to look and feel good" he says patting her on the shoulder gently
    "One is not sure...he can make that promise" he crosses his arms over his chest "One has even considered perhaps searching out some drunkards, just as a kickstart you can see. But when one thinks about it... seems wrong to assimilate folks dureing such vulnerable moments" clearly he has been thinking about this "But... yes. One will be careful"
    Crusader turns and grins wide "Surely? This is a good thing! One hears Lex Lurthor has done some very good things in past. And his tech is nothing to mess with! We should be doing the celebrating!"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "I agree!" Dragonfly says. "And in fact ... well, sad as this may sound, the only person I could think of to tell this to and celebrate with is you. My social life kind of fell apart after..." She stops. "You know. Anyway, how 'bout dinner? On me? And I'll describe the bits of my lab I'm allowed to talk about so you can feel insanely jealous and I can feel better!"
    She grins at that, winking. Which is actually a pretty unsettling thing to watch with a compound eye.
    "Uh ... shield your eyes or brace yourself or whatever it is you do when I change. Or should I go behind something so the flash doesn't bother you?"

Crusader has posed:
Crusader gives a bow "One is honored to be invited and eagerly accepts" he says. He than stands straight "Consider one braced" he says. He seems pretty sure of himself, though he does take a few steps back... just in case

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Flash of light. Crack of tortured air. Smell of ozone. When all is complete, the smaller, brunette version of Dragonfly is standing there, complete with her loose jeans, tank top, and a colourful purse that damages the brain if you try to follow the riot of colours too carefully.
    "Anywhere in particular you want to go?" she asks. "I'm not sure what kinds of food you ... uh ... enjoy these days." She suppresses a smile, trying to look serious as she adds, "I'm not aware of any restaurants that offer car parts on the menu."

Crusader has posed:
"Well... one does not actually require food" he says "One eats for enjoyment, and helps with... copeing" he says "So one will be glad to go anywhere!" his voice booms out deeply like thunder, much like Bjorn would.
    Something dawns on Crusader "You would wish that one takes a form similar to Bjorns yes?" he says. While he dosn't say it, it clearly he enjoys being 'himself' as opposed to human.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Well, I think if you went as Crusader, I'd have to go as Dragonfly and that would create a bit of a fuss. Unless you know of a supers-only club or something we could go to?"
    Nancy furrows her brow. "You know, that might be a business opportunity. I'll pass the idea on to Mr. Luthor and see what he thinks."

Crusader has posed:
Crusader grunts deeply "Well, as one has said, he has an unarmored form, that is similar to this one. Basicly a change in clothing one can say" he explains, likeing his idealized form. "But if you think it better, than one say become Bjorn"
    He pauses "You know, that really may not be a bad idea" he says in agreement "One implore you to write that done and not forget"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "If you prefer that form I guess..." Nancy says dubiously. "But I'm wondering if it won't attract a lot of attention that way? I'll leave it up to you, though. I'm not your mother."
    She tilts her head. "That's assuming you can stand being seen with me looking this way, of course," she adds. "I mean ... I know that Dragonfly is a lot nicer than I am except for the eyes. If you want to just go out in our supers personas that's fine too."

Crusader has posed:
"Not quite my super persona. Most heros after all are not shapeshifters, and they hide just fine" he says "And One is glad to accompany you as Nancy" he says
    His size dosn't change but his armor temperarly becomes much more fluid and gooey, before soliyfing into powerful looking muscle. His skin is a nearly colbalt blue, his eyes golden and his hair snow white. He feels the thick tentacles of his beard and they soon divide themselve into much finer strands, now resembling hair and his helemt too gave way to hair. Not quite Bjorn, but size aside it would be difficult to confuse him for Crusader. His form also shapeshifted thick cargo pants, heavy boots and a white muscle-t, and a watch
    "One beleive this should alivate any worry"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Well, it stands out a bit, but it doesn't link Nancy to Crusader," Nancy decides after eyeing the look. "And if this is where you're most comfortable, let's go with that. So ... for food, I'm feeling like simple, tasty fare. Are you up for Polish? Pierogies and borscht and other awesome things, all swimming in sour cream?"

Crusader has posed:
"If a person asks, just say one is mutant" there been stranger. At the choices though he grins "One thinks Polish sounds perfect! Let us be off!" Crusader declares exited "And perhaps we get some chcolate with it"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Ooh, chocolate! I hate you, but love you at the same time. You'll have to make sure I don't gorge!"
    Nancy takes Crusader by the arm as they head out to their meal, chatting merrily along. "So, are you a potato and cottage cheese or a potato and onion kind of guy...?"