1582/An Invitation

An Invitation
Date of Scene:	21 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lara Croft, Indiana Jones

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Lara Croft has posed:
Lara and Indy had been through quite a bit in their short few days together, a couple of months ago. She'd seen him at his best, and he hadn't disappointed one bit... he'd been everything that the legends (and even Hollywood) had said he was, and more. She'd been impressed, to say the least. Lara Croft had seen a lot of adventurers in her short life so far, most of them wore egos on their sleeves the size of the Moon too, but Indy's long life nad yielded him an sense of humility... though she suspected he'd had that even before his years exceeded that of the average human's.

It took awhile, but the process went through with SHIELD, the approval had been signed off on and Lara Croft was arriving at the home that had been setup for for Henry Jones Jr. here in Manhattan, it was of course registered under an alias to protect him from any would-be snoopers... though most in this world consider him to either not even have been a real person, or to have died a long time ago. (People are generally very uninformed). Lara herself had thought him to have died decades past.

With a soft exhale, she exited her black Jeep and walked around the back of it, then walked up the steps outside of the home and she reached out to press the door call button. Lara was wearing dark blue cargo pants that were slim to her figure, a black tanktop and a navy blue jacket unzipped that had SHIELD logos on the shoulders. Her hand went up to her face to remove her sunglasses so she wouldn't be staring at the man behind covered eyes when/if he opened the door.

Indiana Jones has posed:
The condo that Indiana lives in is down in the middle part of Manhattan, midline between the posh upper end and the less fortunate that live on the lower end. The building, an old brownstone, is slightly run down but seems to be kept up with work and a lot of TLC.

Lara is about to push the bell when she spots Indiana, at the corner of the brownstone on a ladder nailing a gutter into place over one of the eves on the lower level. He is shirtless, the scars from his previous exploits visible in the summer sun, and wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and old hiking boots. Nails protrude from his mouth as he clutches a few between his teeth for ease of accessibility.

Upon seeing her approach, he raps on the side of the building to gain her attention. "Hey, kid." he says, speaking around the nails in his teeth, "Hand me that board over there, would you? Old man like me can't keep getting up and down this ladder. I might break a hip or somethin'"

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara hadn't even considered that the shirtless man on the ladder working on the building would be the 100+ year old man she'd come to speak with today. So when he wrapped on the building and spoke out to her in that voice that she recognized, her brown eyes looked over and up at him and she just tilted her head for a brief moment before she moved.

Descending the steps in front of the home, she rounded their edge and walked over to where he was indicating. "Uh... Hello." She told him then. "I hadn't... well... noticed that was you up there." She said with a soft smirk before reaching out for the board that he desired. Lara lifted it up with her right hand, then balanced it with her left after hoking her sunglasses on her tanktop and she offered it up toward him. "I hope this place isn't wearing you out with upkeep." She said to him then in her calming British accent. "Are you... okay then?" She asked him, looking up to him. He didn't look anywhere near as old as he was, afterall.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indiana Jones chuckles softly, taking the board from her and settling it into place before bracing it with one hand against the wall. "Ok? As well as can be expected. Settling back into the world from my self imposed exile isn't as easy as just tossing back the sheet and yelling 'surprise'. I did reach out to my granddaughter though. She's got spunk, I think you'd like her."

He takes one of the nails from between his lip and nails the board into place quickly, tacking it up before making his way down the ladder. "As far as the upkeep on this place, it gives me something to do. I don't get many calls to go to work these days, since Marcus is...well...dead." He snorts, "And even if I did approach someone to find a job, I think I would get laughed out of the office. I suppose I could go back to teaching, but..." He shrugs and offers out his hand, "Anyway, it's good to see you again, Ms. Croft. What brings you out this way?"

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara would listen very intently to the man, because A> Lara was taught to respect her elders B> Lara had an immense amount of respect for THIS elder anyway and C> She never turned down an opportunity to learn new things from anyone and everyone, and she believed he could teach better than most anyone.

Lara stepped around to the other side of his ladder then to get her eyes out of the sunlight streaming down from above, now standing in the shade of the building on her backside. "I'd love to meet her someday." She said in regard to his granddaughter. "And... along those lines... I'm here to offer you something." She told him, her hands going into the pockets of her dark navy blue SHIELD uniform jacket.

"I didn't wish to do this so soon after bringing you back to the States, because I was hoping you would have time to settle in and meet with your relatives, which it seems you have... But also because I had to wait for some clearance to come through, which it seems it has."

A moment later and Lara pulled a leather slip from her left jacket pocket, it was black leather and a bit larger than a wallet. She offered it up toward him and she opened it. It was a SHIELD Badge. With his name and personal information on it, the only thing missing was a up-to-date photo to be slipped into a little clear sleeve over the ID.

"I'm offering you work." Lara didn't know who 'Marcus' was, but she was willing to fill his shoes... to some degree at least. "As a member of W.A.N.D. The very same team taht I work."

Lara would then sigh, as she was bout to say something she cringed at internally. "My friend, Jonah... He forced me to watch the movie again... your... movie. There's a line at the end of it about 'Top Men' having the Ark of the Covenant after you brought it to the United States." Lara evened her gaze at him then. "I'm offering you a job to become one of those... Top Men. Though, there are women as well." She grinned just a little then and there.

Indiana Jones has posed:
"Hang around long enough, and you probably will." Indy says of his granddaughter, "Tough as nails. She works as a PI over in the Kitchen. She went off on some case though, and I haven't heard from her in a while."

He reaches down and picks up his hat from the ground next to his shirt, slipping the fedora onto his head so the brim shades his eyes, while he listens to Lara. His eyebrow peaks as she gives her speech, his arms folding over his chest and head cocking to the side questioningly until the badge is produced.

He looks down at the little wallet then back to Lara and a small little grin forms on his face, "Hey, that movie was one of the better ones. It's the one with the aliens that I got a problem with. I mean, seriously...the physics of that whole refrigerator thing just make no sense.

He snorts, pushing the brim of his hat up slightly on his brow with a finger as he glances back down to the badge, "Those 'top men' were assholes. Does this mean I have to be an asshole too?" He pauses and rolls his shoulder in a shrug, "Or should I say even more of an asshole?"

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's hands went back into her jacket side pockets, it was a hot day out, but she didn't like wandering around on official business wearing just a tanktop, that felt unprofessional! And the fancy skirts and blosses that her co-workers wore... those weren't really her style.

A grin formed on her lips at his observations about his later movies. She gently shook her head side to side. "I only have seen the first one. I didn't even have a television growing up... I'm not the best at film trivia. Though my friends are trying to change that." She exhaled softly then while he asked the other question.

After a small laugh she nodded twice. "Sometimes you have to be stern... yes... an asshole even, I suppose. It is apart of the job. We deal with a lot of dangerous artifacts, many of which are trying to be collected by those would wield them for nefarious purposes, as I think you're quite familar with. This is why I've wanted you to join us... you've got more experience, than my entire team combined... myself included."

Indiana Jones has posed:
"Well, you should at least catch that third movie they made. Might give you a bit of insight as to my 'unique' condition." Indy reaches his hand up, scratching at the stubble on his face as he studies the badge, while he thinks for a moment. "Yeah, I can get behind that, kid. I can't even begin to imagine what would have happened if Adolf had gotten his hands on the Ark, or if the Grail had fallen into the wrong hands."

He lowers his hand from his face and offers the badge back over, "But I see one problem here."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara grinned lightly at him and she nodded her head. "I've always felt that a book was a better source of information. I'm going to eventually start to implore you to write biographies under an alias... And if you want to know what truly terrifies me, is that there's a movie about... me... coming out in around nine months. So I may very well share your sentiments about terrible Hollywood choices regarding physics and such."

AFter a little laugh and a headshake, the Brith would gently tilt her head toward the shirtless man in the classic styled fedora and she'd inquire. "What problem do you see? I'll make sure to fix it, I promise." She offered.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy taps the badge, "The name's wrong, kid. It says Henry." The 'old' archeologist raises his eyes to hers and offers up a wink and that sly grin of his.

He grins, lifting his arm up to wipe some of the sweat from his brow. "Come on inside, get out of the heat and I will get you a beer. Besides, you hanging round these parts with a SHIELD jacket on is making the neighbors nervous. Then you can tell me all about this movie of yours you got coming out."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara released a soft exhale laugh at this joke and observation about the ID badge. "Yes well... technically that is a starter-badge. They let you personalize them more once you've become a full fledged Agent. Soiemthing I've found out is that... most... agents have names that they like that aren't connected to their real identities. I'm one of the few who seems to have, not, participated in that."

Lara would glance around at the other homes in this area and she was sure that some had probably noticed her attire, SHIELD was known as a government agency that protected the entire world... SHIELD matters often were referenced as a stormcrow, of sorts, for bad things to come.

"Right, a beer." Lara said then, she wasn't much of a drinker, but a cold drink of any kind sounded great on a terribly hot day as today. "I was invited to the set during filming, but I was too busy to go. I've seen photos of the person playing... me... its a bit, disturbing." She'd say as he'd lead her onward.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indiana grab his shirt from the ground and leads her around to the front, opening the door to let her in first before following and closing the door behind him. The apartment is sparsely furnished and very much what one could call a bachelor pad, except instead decorations of girly posters or the latest in high tech gear there is old artifacts and pictures of historical significance.

"I can understand. At least they guy they found to play me kinda looked like me. But seeing someone up on a screen pretending to be you...yeah, it takes some getting used too. At least you aren't going to have people coming up to you and asking you to sign Star Wars junk. I keep having to tell these kids I am not Han Solo...though I have shot first on occasion."

He walks into the little kitchenette of his sparsely furnished apartment, returning with a couple bottles of beer. "So, when do I start? I assume I have to go through some training of some sort."