2018/Its Hot and Cold

Its Hot and Cold
Date of Scene:	15 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Lara Croft, Darcy Lewis
Tinyplot:	Weather Spheres

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Lara Croft has posed:
Down in the bowels of the Trisk is a series of warehouse where important items are stored and kept safe from the outside world. This area is often used to keep the most dangerous of recovered relics that Lara Croft was hired to retrieve.

And this is why she's down here today.

But, Lara was in need of assistance... she'd only been back for less than an hour, she'd been gone (reportedly) to China for the past two weeks and her return Quinjet had only touched down just a short while ago. The woman was said to have rushed down here right after disembarking the plane, carrying a duffle bag with rumors of some new 'terrible' thing inside of it.

Lara had sent a request up to the offices, for Darcy specifically. She'd needed her laptop from her office brought down as soon as possible, along with a book that was resting next to it. The book was a journal, leather bound and with her own scribblings inside of it.

Lara awaits down in the warehouse, she's crouched near a black duffle bag that has white mist pouring out of it, her face is covered in mud, filth and even a dry swath of blood across her lower lip and down her chin. Lara's eyes are looking inside the bag as she appear sot be adjusting dials on something inside of it.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Super Office Agent Darcy TO THE RESCUE!!

Whent he call comes in Darcy puts what she was working on to pause and moves to collect the items that were requested. She doesn't rush it, but she doesn't linger, and so about fifteen minutes later, Darcy is making her way over to Lara.

"You need a shower sofa king bad," is the green eyed agent's greating, her gaze lingering on Croft's dirty visage. This, just before she seems to spot the fog, and her head tilts.

"Your bag is smoking," Darcy says with the tone as if it were something that no one else noticed.

Lara Croft has posed:
When Darcy arrived, spoke, and commented on the bag, Lara looked over and up at her friend and she smiled softly, wincing when it made that injured lip flare up a bit. "You're right..." She said as she took a moment to finish what she was doing.

Lara stood up then to her full height and walked the short distance between the two of them. "I'm terribly sorry to have to place a call to request you... retrieve items for me... I know thats beneath you, I really am sorry." She said in a very sincere tone. "I just, needed someone I could rely on to do it promptly and properly." Lara reached out to accept the items brought down to her and turned back to her smoking bag.

"I'll fetch you your coffee for a week, whatever you need, Darcy, I promise." She said before crouching once more next to her bag and opening the laptop up to boot-it-up and set it down on the hard polished concrete floor. "Did I pull you away at a bad time too?" She asked that last bit while flipping through her journal...

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Lara winces and Darcy winces in sympathy. She takes a moment, as the itemar e handed over, to look about for a first aid kit.

"No. Not a problem at all, Lara. I'm supply logistics. You need supplies, I logistics them for you. I don't mind, really. Though, I'm never going ot say no to free coffee," is added on a laugh while she moves to fetch the kit she saw.

"No. Not really. I mean, I'm just reconciling inventory right now. It's tedious and I needed a break."

"So.... whacha find?"

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara's dufflebag continued to just emit smoke/vapor/mist that was heavy and clung to the floor as it poured out of the unzipped opening.

"Oh." Lara said while flipping through her journal with half-gloves on her hands that were covered in mud as much as her fingertips were that were sticking out of them.

Lara looked over and up at her. "Well in that case then I'm glad I got you away from that." She said, trying to smile/not smile at the same time.

Lara looked back down at her bag when the question was asked. She drew in a big breath and then slowly let it out. "Well, 're found' is the proper terminology, I would say. I found it once... but... a good doctor by the name of Stephen Strange enforced me to 'put it back where I found it'." Lara shook her head at this slowly.

"I had to return all the way here, get him to agree to let me take it... then go back and get the item once more."

Lara's journal was sat down and she started to dig around into her bag again while looking at her laptop.

"Here..." She started to lift up out of her bag a rather large crygentic tube that was causing all the vapor.

Lara slid back the front cover and a sudden burst of golden yellow sunlight leapt out of the inside of the container. "Its called the Star of Angzin Taun... by the locals where I retrieved it from. But in more simpler terms." Lara looked up at Darcy again, her lip was bleeding openly once more. "Its the Summer Sphere. It controls the season of summer, or... manipulates it, at least. Through magic."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Well, that's a pain in the ass," Darcy says as she comes back with the first aid kit. Setting the case on a table, Darcy watches as Lara handles the artifact of the sun with an expression the same as someone looking at a highly impressive toaster. That is to say, hardly impressed.

"Shiny," is her response before she turns to her kit and gets out things to tend that split lip.

"Hey. Come here a second?"

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara picked the large silvery metal tank up and she carried it over to one of the cargo containers in the warehouse that wasn't far away. "Yes. it. is." She said with a strained huff since the damn thing weighed a lot, but Lara was tuff. She dropped it down onto the container with a thud and sealed the thing shut once again.

"It has to be kept in below freezing temperatures as well... and..."

Witha heavy exhale, Croft walked to where Darcy was and reached up to pull her black wool-knit beanie off of her head. "I have to find three more of the buggers, before our Hail Hydra friends find them."

Lara took note of the first aide kit finally and she let half of her mouth upturn into a smile. "You're the best, Darcy."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Nah... I'm just awesome. There's a difference," the administrative agent retorts, giving a wink and a grin as she pats the seat near her for Lara to settle into. Assuming she's allowed, Darcy is a good hand at minor first aid and her touch is gentle despite her often uncloth manners.

"Three more. Sounds like a fucking bitch. This strange guy helping you locate them?"

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara grinend at Darcy's usual casual demeanor, it was the type of persona that made the rather uptight british woman feel comfortable. She'd move to sit down and to peal her dirty gloves off of her hands.

"Sort of... Though it has taken a lot of convincing. He's, well, he's foul tempered, arrogant and very stubborn." She sighed heavily and then tried to situp straight.

"I believe I know where the Winter Sphere is. I believe its here in the States, point in fact... Death Valley. But the Doctor doesn't want to directly help me, just more-or-less play a game of 'hot and cold' based on my own research presented to him." She sighed softly again.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Wow. Sounds like he needs a swift kick in the ass. Do you want me to kick his ass? Because I will, if you want me to," Darcy offers with her usual aplomb, all while cleaning hte cut so she can see how best to stop the bleeding. She opts for a bit of wet wipe under an icepack.

Lara Croft has posed:
For all her toughness though, braveness, and adventurous spirit... Lara winces and whines a little like a baby when the cut is cleaned. "Stings." She says and the shakes her head, trying not to talk while Darcy is tending to it, only when she's getting things ready or moving away from her mouth does she speak.

"He's a powerful... magician, of all things. Not stage magic though. Honest to goodness... Harry Potter-style magic. I've never seen anything like it up close and personal like this, its impressive... If a bit intimidating. But I think its lead him to be arrogant, the power, that is."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Definitely sounds like he could use a good muggle ass-kickin'," Darcy retorts on a mischevious grin. Ice pack in place, Darcy instructs Lara to hold the pressure and then starts a ten minute timer.

"Okay. So Magicboy is being a shit about helping you, but HE ants you collect htem all for him? Lazy fucker."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara held the ice pack there against her bottom lip and her chin and she listened to the woman's question. A headshake later and she replied. "No... they're for us. Well, that is to say they're for safe keeping here in the Triskelion. Once I found the location of the Summer Sphere, it made it clear that the others were not a legend at all. Director Fury has asked for all the orbs to be brought here. He's ordered specially designed pedestals to be created so that we may house them in their proper temperatures..."

Lara's brown eyes glanced back over to the silver cry-container. "Strange believed they should remain where they were hidden for generations. But, I've convinced him that the tables have turned in recent years, the threats to this world are far greater now than they ever have been. As are the resources that our enemies have, and the lengths that they'll go to to acquire items such as..." Lara nodded toward the container.

"Sunny, there."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Ooh... Let's set them up near a Pixie Dust tree. I'll be Fauna. May is totally Vidia," Darcy quips, grinning at herself as she starts checking Lara over for any OTHER cuts adn scrape that need tended.

Lara Croft has posed:
The only other cuts were on her hands and fingers, though they were scrapes and bruises more than anything else. Lara even held them up to show them off. "By the time I got to the sphere again, there was already a detachment of soldiers waiting for me. Hydra was all over this one, Darcy." She said, before smiling at the Pixie Dust and Fauna bit.

"I can just picture May's face in response to that suggestion." She said back with a little grin before putting the ice pack back up onto her mouth.

"How are you, anyway?" She asked then. "I haven't gotten to speak to you in some time."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
The new cuts, shown off, are shown some TLC as sDarcy sets to cleaning and bandaging those as well.

"Man, I fucking hate HYDRA. If it were in a pet shop, I totally would not run back in to save it," she comments before chuckling at the mental image of may as a fast-flying fairy.

"The real kicker is picturing Fury as Fairy Gary," Darcy offers on a wide grin.

"I'm alright. Just staying busy. Finally got the hole in my wall fixed... handy man wasn't hard on the eyes or the bed frame either."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara laughed at all of this, at least softly anyway, as much as she ever laughed which wasn't all that much compared to the average person. She gently nodded her head two times to Darcy's words. "Well, I'm glad you got that fixed. And... I would not recommend referring to Fury as such. He's kind of an unpredictable reaction, like a stick of dynamite that has been questionbly stored over a long period of time."

"Thank you." Lara quietly said as the other cuts on her hands were dealt with. "I'm going to look like a monster before I'm even in my thirties, let alone my fourties. If I make it that far."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Meh. He's already threatened Siberia with me. I aint scurred," Darcy drawls on a wink, finishing her TLC and starting to put the kit back to rights.

"Anytime. Though you should hit medical, just in case there's anything more serious... and then shower. because dear god woman, that is a funky perfume." Darcy says, ignoring talk of 'if i make it that far' in favor of fuck it let's just make fun of the way you smell righ tnow.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara stood up from her chair after hearing the jokes and it amde her grin. She walked back toward her recovered relic and glanced back to Darcy. "I'll clean up before I go anywhere near society. I don't want to be known as the 'stinky' member of this agency, afterall..." She'd smirk from behind the ice pack while gathering up her laptop and journal.

"I have to contact Fury quickly as well, to let him know this one is finally here. And... if I get a chance, I'll see to it that you get some words in with Doctor Strange, so that you can make him work far more agreeably with me." She looked back to Darcy and smiled.

"Thanks again for bringing my stuff down."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy smiles hugely at being told she'll get to mouth off to a Harry Potter Doctor. Time to marathon those movies... and My Little Pony. Because.. friendship is fucking Magic.

"Look forward to it. Just let me know," she winks before turning to put the kit back on the wall, puling out her phone to take a picture of hte number so she can have refills sent down.

"Oh. My pleasure. I love coming down for you." The wink makes that totally NSFW doesn't it?

Lara Croft has posed:
The NSFW stuff with Lara Croft had always been the most awkward part of her social interactions too. She reacted to it basically by just laughing softly, nervously, awkwardly and going back to her computer like the adnveturous nerd that she was.

"I'll have you bring more stuff down once I reclaim the others. I think once they're all together they'll be quite a beautiful collection of fascinating items."

Lara glanced back to Darcy then too. "And I'll have your coffee to you bright and early!" She added with another small smile before putting the ice pack back to her lip with a soft amount of pressure.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"HA! It'll be cold before I get here. Bright and early. You're a fucking comedian. Nah, man. ten AM. That's the butt crack of morning for me. and when I need java the most," darcy states, grinning as she waving on her way out hte door.

"Look forward to it. Email me when I have that meeting with Strange fucker."