15287/Lords and Angels

Lords and Angels
Date of Scene:	03 July 2023
Location:	Cafe - Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	Stop reading if you've heard this one, a Lord of Order and an Angel walk into a cafe...
Cast of Characters:	Archangel, Doctor Fate

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Archangel has posed:
Too early for the dance club portion to be of much use, Warren Kenneth Worthington III, yes, the third is important, as he is a continuation of a lineage, and fates willing, will live on with Warren Kenneth Worthington IV someday, has come for a simple cup of coffee in the village.

Though it has proven to be popular, even at this time of day, as he found himself in a considerable queue. Dressed in a grey suit, with a white shirt, and blue tie, he had his hands in his pockets as he stood behind some young adult with green and pink hair, and a few facial rings. Perhaps he had erred in selecting this place. But then again, he couldn't exactly find fault with the queue. That meant either the quality was good, or the prices, and judging from the boards, the prices weren't cheap.

Doctor Fate has posed:
Kent Nelson I was indulging in a bit of the life in Greenwich Village. Admittedly, he comes here far less often as he might like and for once, the world has not decided to implode from attack by some otherworldly invader nor is it threaten by a sorceror of great skill.

Instead, Kent was walking with a bit of swagger to his step, a confidence of a man who knows what he's doing, knows what he's worth, and doesn't give much a damn about who may yet agree or disagree. Except, something was missing. Something he really should've had by now...

Ah, yes.

Coffee.

Liquid of the Gods, Nelson requires a good caffeinated beverage. While he could most certainly just conjure one, it would defeat the whole purpose of coming out here and getting some form of meager space. So when he finds himself in line behind one Warren Worthington III, Kent seems to smile. "Seems to be a busy day." He comments, regarding the line.

He was dressed in a fine suit, his blazer worn as a top over a white button up shirt with a balck tie. Black slacks are worn on the legs and oxfords (not brogues) are worn on the feet.

There is a knowledge in his eyes that surpass his age, but the smile he wears is friendly enough.

Archangel has posed:
"That could bode well," Warren replied, speaking with a Mid-Atlantic or Transatlantic accent, showing that he was from, or aspired to be, the Northeast's upper class. "Or could mean that we are all in for a middling cup of coffee, for which we have waited an exorbitant amount of time. Such is life, such is the stock market. I believe the gamers call it fomo, or fear of missing out." He had been exposed to gamers through the school. He didn't really understand them, but there a part of life at Xavier's.

The queue was moving, however slowly. And so he offered a hand, "the name's Warren," deciding to forgo his surname, as if he hadn't been recognized yet, he didn't want to hasten its arrival. "I don't know about you, but the chocolate peanut butter brownies are calling my name."

Doctor Fate has posed:
"Well or ill. Either the coffee is so delicious it's worth lining up for or merely the staff has mistakenly erred a few too many orders and have fallen behind." Kent suggests, looking somewhat entertained by the notion regardless of which it happens to actually be, proving to be willing to take time in stride. "Fomo?" When Warren explains it, he seems to nod once in understanding. "I see. Well...where one goes, the rest are likely to follow one way or another."

He chuckles.

Though there's an offered hand after they move the equivalence of one step forward. "Kent. Nice to meet you, Warren." He extends a hand and gives the other man's a firm shake. "I was considering their cookies. They seem filling enough. Afraid the brownies might give me too much of a sugar rush."

Archangel has posed:
"Only time will tell," Warren said in agreement after Doctor Fate waxed lyrical about well, fate. Though with the reference to people behaving like lemmings, Warren felt that he had to state, "I've always preferred to set my own path, whenever possible." Yes, he had many things chosen for him. His parents chose his upbringing, his education, his name, and even his occupation. His genetics chose his abilities. But he chose to use them as a hero, and he chose to be here, in this cafe, at this time. Or perhaps it was all decided for him, before he was even born, and free will was just an illusion. Who could say?

"Oh, if you're looking to avoid sugar, then you might be in the wrong..." he was about to say cafe, but it went far beyond that, so instead, he said, "country, time even. If sugar isn't an ingredient, then something sugar-like, but legally distinct, may well be, such as the various compounds that end with '-ose'.

Doctor Fate has posed:
"Of course. Everyone strives to, but few actually manage, if you can believe it. But, thankfully, nothing is set in stone. The path ebbs and flows. No one holds the pen but the writer." Kent says somewhat cryptically, but he seems to smile ever so slightly. In a way, he can relate to Warren. Kent lost his childhood. Nabu took it from him to make him into the mystic defender he is today. Plenty was chosen for him...but he chooses to be as he is, just as Warren chooses to be as he is.

"I've heard that a lot."

A pleasant little remark that is said in the spirit in which it is given. "But, I am where I am. I can only hope I'm going somewhere pleasant. That said...coffee is good."

Archangel has posed:
Warren began to speak, eloquently, and with practice. He had no problem addressing a board, a political body, or a stranger in a cafe. "Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' we are not now that strength which in old days, moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will, to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." He had just recited a portion of Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. It seemed fitting, and was among his favorite passages.

And at long last, he had reached the front of the queue, "one chocolate peanut butter brownie for here, another one to go, and an Italian Iced Cappuccino with chocolate milk." Then turning, "and what would you like, Kent?" Offering to add whatever he wanted to Warren's bill.

Doctor Fate has posed:
"Ulysses, if I'm not mistaken."

Kent was well-educated and even more than that, well-cultured. He often spent his time reading and understanding even the most complex of written literature. "I've been a fan of Alfred Tennyson's work for quite some time. Though some of his works are difficult to understand, he had such a way of contextualizing the relationship between the individual and the powers beyond their control." Such as time and the fate of every man.

Though he seems to wait to say more until Warren has reached the counter.

"I'll have the same, but without the brownie." Kent suggests to Warren with a friendly smile. The offer seems to surprise Kent, albeit briefly. "Kind of you, Warren. Thank you."