2259/A random Encounter

A random Encounter
Date of Scene:	31 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crusader, Breath

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Crusader has posed:
The normal, the mundane, the things that happen everyday are as ordinary as a person can imagine. But sometimes even the most seemingly ordinary of places and days can be extrodinary for one reason or another. Sometimes it is a criminal robbing a store, sometimes it is an adorable kitten meowing in a box in the corner. But whatever the case...they do happen. And today was one of those days.

On the corner store in flatbush, a massive figured has entered the store, heavily armored, thick weight cloak hanging off his shoulders and looking capable of tearing a car in two. Was this a criminal comming to rob a store? Everyone inside was stock still unsure how to react - untill they relized it was one of those newer heros - Crusader

Seemingly oblivious to the stares the large being walks over and picks up several boxes of chocolate and...gets in line, as if he was an ordinary everyday person. Yes, even heros go shopping for food and snacks. Well at least this one does.

Breath has posed:
Breath blinks at seeing a suit of armor walking into the corner store. A couple times. "What the meow?" She rubs her head uncertainly, uggh, who are all the cape types in town? And that looks like a freaking walking tank. Better to walk away, Lyssa. Just waaaalk away. Pretend you didn't see anything. Nobody will think any worse of you.

She takes a deep breath and sighs. She picks up a large colorful blue and white kite and steps off of the roof, making some jet engine noises as she wobbles through the air toward the ground, barely controlled until she hits the ground at a run. She starts rolling the kite up on the way toward the building. Damn it, feet, didn't we agree to go away from here? Apparently not. She heaves a large sigh, then walks into the front door because, you know, the thing is automatic anyways, and she isn't the sneakiest person in town anyways. Then hangs in back uncertainly by the chips, looking around at how people are reacting.

Crusader has posed:
The reactions as as various as the people of New York City. Some were muttering about muties under their breaths, other were stareing shock and awe. Some folk just went about their buissness not seeming to care while others took out their phones to either record what might happen. But most folks were...unnerved by and uncertain about Crusaders presence, because if a Hero is around that normally ment trouble....or if someone looking like him walks into a store when there isn't trouble, they might be a criminal (because for some reason powered criminals like to dress up as much as heros!)

But nope...nothing. Slowly people seem to relax, but not completly. Though he does seem to have a sudden reaction. A clerk by Breath had brought out a box of brownie mix chex mix....and no sooner than the box was on the shelf, than Crusder got out of line (still carrying the boxes of chocolate) and make his way over

"Excuse One...but how much are those?" he asks the clerk. But than he seems to also register Breath and looks to her "Oh, sorry Mam...where you going to buy those?"

Breath has posed:
Breath ohs, "No, I just don't recognize you, and I was worried that there was something else strange going on. Uhm.. There's not, is there? Any trouble around here?" She shrugs at the treats. "Because, you know. Lots of armor. I don't know if I would wear armor if I wasn't worried about something. Uhh.. I was actually thirsty, thanks.." She looks around a little bit more, not quite sure how to deal with things like this.

Crusader has posed:
Crusader takes the entire box "Armor?" he asks as if confused before glancing at himself "Or, right, we often forgot our looks can be startling to some. One does not get as many...odd inquires about it inside of mutant town, but regardless One does not see any reason not to go somewhere as they are. But we do what we must for chocolate" he takes the entire box of chocolate chip goodies and adds it to his pile "But no, no trouble. As for where the drinks are, One is not sure, as we do not deal with drinks often" he informs Breath

Breath has posed:
Breath nods... then thinks about that and nods a lot more vigorously. "Well, okay. I mean, if that's really you, that makes total sense. It totally looked like tech, and usually people don't wear that out? But, um.. yeah, you totally have to be you, right?"

She nods vigorously again and uhms, then awkwardly takes a few steps to fill up a cup with soda. "Uhhh. What do you go by? I'm still blanking out.."

Crusader has posed:
"Well it is technically tech" Crusader states "That is to say we are Tech...in a sense. The term often used here on earth seems to be Techno-Organic" he rolls his shoulders and stands straight "You seem to be a very arkward woman. But we are The Crusade...though in this state of being, we go by Crusader" he tells her offering a half bow instead of the traditional handshake "And what are you called?" he asks before turning to get back into line

By now the majority of people have gone back to their routins. Some filter out and others come in. Those that come in are likewise surprised...but at the seeming normalcy of the place...they go along with it

Breath has posed:
Breath ohs, and gets the soda and moves back nearby, to follow you into line. "The Breath. Right, that makes sense. I don't know anything about all that." She bites her lip a bit, and falls silent just out of a lack of ideas what to say. For awhile, anyways. "Uhm... Is there anything I should watch for around here? I, um... haven't been doing things here long."

Crusader has posed:
"We take it, you are a Breath of fresh air?" did they just pun? Yes, yes indeed. Some folks groan at the joke (after all people can hear them). "Alright, alright, still working on american humor" he admits. Some folks get out of line, mostly to get out of the behemoths way...most looking afraid to be near him. "Let see, well Flatbush is not to bad in crime. Mostly small robberies and muggings. But in Mutant town, you have a few gangs causing trouble, like the evos" he says to Breath

Breath has posed:
Breath nods. "I'd like to think that, yeah. How about New Lots? I seem like I see some stuff to worry about, but I don't really know what to look out for yet." She follows along happily, debating whether to feel guilty about being happy to be the 'normal' looking one for a change and slipping her kite into its stuff sack idly, trying not to crack any of the fittings.

Crusader has posed:
Crusader makes his purchase...which ring up to newly 300 dollars worth of chocolate based products - and pays in cash. Wait, where the heck did he even pull a wallet out of! The man...tank, has no pockets! And likewise after he takes out the money the wallet quickly seems to dissappear "One does not know about...this New Lots. But as what to look out for, start with identifying symbols associated with a group. Afterwards observe for awhile or look into reports to see if the area is an active reservoior of crime, if not move on untill research indicates otherwise. From there it is a matter of stopping a crime in motion, or hopefully dettering it"

Breath has posed:
Breath nods and takes mental notes, fishing a pouch with some money in it out of her shirt top and paying for her drink. "That's what they call, oh, north of Alberta street I think, east of the park. I know there's been some around. It would be easier if I knew how to get around better, but I'm not an inventor. I spend too much time walking around."

Crusader has posed:
Crusader nods "One might have to look into that area than. We rarely spend time outside of Flatbush or Mutant town, save for large emergencies" he admits. Bags in hand he holds open the door for Breath "But for now, one must be going...we have important matters to take care of" like eating all this chocolate

Breath has posed:
Breath nods, "Good to meet you, Crusader. Oh, what are your pronouns?" She slips out the door and starts unfolding the kite again. It's big and looks really unwieldy, with a bicycle handlebar dangling from the bottom and two heavy loops on it. And probably not the safest thing ever created. Very 'Hey yall, watch this'.

Crusader has posed:
This makes Crusader actually give pause as he looks to Breath "...pardon us, but what do you mean by your question?" he asks Breath tilting his head. The tendrills os his beard twitch a bit as if trying to process the question.

Breath has posed:
Breath ohs, "What pronouns do you want people to use for you? Like he, she, they?" She shrugs some. "It's just polite, you know? I don't want to use the wrong ones on accident, that's really annoying."

Crusader has posed:
"Oh yes, One forget folks can be particular about such things. Truely, One does not really care" he informs here "Due to are nature and current state. But if it makes it simpler, you may refer to us with traditional masculine pronouns as most do" he tells Breath. He eyes the large kite "...One swears they have seen such a thing in a book or movie before. Planning on taking a trip?"

Breath has posed:
Breath uhms, "I'm trying to figure out how to get around the whole 'walking everywhere' problem. It's.. almost working. Ish. If it doesn't get me killed first." She frowns a bit. "I'm not an inventor."

Crusader has posed:
"You might take up the skateboarding, or perhaps a bike" He tells her. "And one /might/ be able to fix you something up. At least in terms of portability. Judging by the name you gave, and your choice of transportation, one assume you have some sort of air-based ability" he says. "A glider more than a kite might be more appropiate"

Breath has posed:
Breath nods, then points at a piece of litter across the street and a building down. She inhales with a roar of air and blows at it like a jet engine, launching it down the street in a shower of dust and debris. "I originally thought a parachute, so I could blow into it, just it's huge. I don't even know how I would get a glider."

Crusader has posed:
Crusader considers this a moment "Well you can likely buy one off of The World Wide Web, and they can be optimized for your weight, can go fairly fast at 30 miles per and hour, but none the less do require some training" eyes Breath kite "Mabey less in your case. Though often the shortest glider in terms of wing span is about eight feet." he looks over Breath "One could feasibly make a staff that opens up into a glider"

Breath has posed:
Breath nods and hmms.. "Maybe? I don't know what that would even look like.." She bites her lip a bit and watches you, because yeah, she doesn't understand any of this stuff. You might as well be discussing wizardry. She shifts from one foot to another and glances around a bit to make sure we areen't causing, or missing, a scene.

Crusader has posed:
"It would look like a stick, that opens into a glider" Crusader says, quickly getting the point that all of this was going over her head. "How about you look into some gliders, see if you like em, and One will see if he can make you a portable one" with this sleepy part of town - most folks seem to be give the two a wide brath of space. "If you can find me anyways" as Breath was looking around - the giant of a man seems to have vanished, though his voice was still heard "Have a good day mam"

Breath has posed:
Breath says, "...Right. Poof. I wish I could pull that off.." She sighs. "I guess I get to look at Google for awhile..."