2423/Awkward Reunions

Awkward Reunions
Date of Scene:	12 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Polaris, Quicksilver

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Polaris has posed:
It's a quiet night on the island. Standing in one of the gardens around the fortress called home by Magneto, occasionally Wanda, and more frequently Lorna, the green haired mutant is considering the township below. Construction has been improving things in Hammer Bay, buildings coming up in better quality than the living conditions for mutants of the island before. She leans on a rail and breathes in, enjoying the ocean breeze cooling the evening air.

Quicksilver has posed:
"I could never really stand this place," comes an idle comment, which follows a sudden woosh of air. Quicksilver stands just to her side on the balcony, frowning a hint as he stares down at the ruined, but rebuilding surroundings. "Genosha was always your home. Never really mine." The white-haired man might have been one of the primary members of the Brotherhoods more...militant arm...but he never quite fit in here. It might be one of the reasons he is now an Avenger.

Polaris has posed:
"It's different these days. We're building a legitimate country here." Lorna says once she calms from Pietro appearing. "This isn't our father the terrorist. He's turned over a leaf." Or so Lorna wants to believe. "What brings you by? Checking in on Wanda?" She asks, not looking at her older brother.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff is always moving. Even when he is standing still he tends to fidget, even if slightly. He leans on the banister of the balcony, tapping a food as he looks down over everything. "I was meeting a contact in Casablanca and figured I'd stop in for a bit." He brushes his fingers back through his hair, which looks constantly windswept, for obvious reason. He glances back over his shoulder at her. "What about you? Doesn't this edge in on your homework?," the man teases.

Polaris has posed:
"I mean, I split my time. I fly to New York in the morning for classes and then it's a few days at the Institute to give lessons and then the weekend and back here to go over policy, weight in on press releases, do my homework for grad school." Lorna smiles and looks at Pietro finally. "Worried he'll show up? He's working." She assures her brother.

Quicksilver has posed:
"No," he growls in response, putting a bit too much emphasis on the word. He crosses his arms over his chest and scowls, turning away and takes a few steps back into the palace. "Sounds exhausting, Lorna. Utterly exhausting. Why is it you feel the need for a degree, again? Do you really plan to get some typical Homo Sapiens job? Or is your degree in 'fighting alien invasion?"

Polaris has posed:
"Political science and philosophy. I'm the heir here currently, learning the craft of government seemed an important thing to do to make sure I don't fuck it up for other mutants Pietro." Lorna answers and watches him. "My masters in geophysics was so I could get a nice homo sapien job studying rocks. Then our father took over a country." Now she's shoulders deep in mutant life and politics again. "It is good to see you. Wanda was spending a few days here, you might still catch her. Hard to tell when she comes and goes."

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff mmns softly as she tells him her majors. His lips purse a hint when she mentions being the heir. "I see her often enough back at the Tower." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other before turning back to the rail to look down over the city. "How many?," the man asks curiously. "How many people eeking out an existance here?"

Polaris has posed:
Giving a rough count, Lorna sighs. "It's growing as we improve the quality of living. Enough citizens here see our father as as much a ruler as a savior. It puts the world's eye on us. "Does that mean you came by to see me?" She asks and flutters her lashes at Pietro. "That would be especially sweet of you. How is being an Avenger?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Mention of their father being a hero leads an eyeroll so severe it's a wonder the man doesn't give himself a headache. He doesn't comment on that bit, however. "How is your team fairing these days?," he asks curiously, before he suddenly vanishes. He reappears seconds later with a gust of wind whipping across the balcony, holding a kebab taken from a street vendor down below. He seizes a piece of grilled tomato between his teeth and slides it off of the skewer.

Polaris has posed:
"None for me?" Lorna teases and shrugs. "I haven't been called out in a while. I suspect they're worried I'm over working myself." She wiggles her fingers. "I hate to say I'm getting out of practice but it's been months since I've been out on a mission."

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff squints at her and then she has a kebab being pushed into her hand, the meat and veggies on it still piping hot. "Don't tell anyone I never gave you anything," he grunts. He leans on the rail again as he pulls a piece of meat off with his teeth. He's clearly taking his time eating, since it isn't gone in the blink of an eye. He arches an eyebrow at that last bit, then. "Really? I'd go crazy if I was out of the field for that long."

Polaris has posed:
"You're bored to tears with the length of this conversation I imagine." Lorna takes a bite off her kabob with a happy hum. She looks at Pietro. "I am going a little crazy. I was even dating Ant Man for a while, he's a jerk." she mutters grumpily.

Quicksilver has posed:
He smirks a hint. "Lorna, the length of a breath bores me to tears. Imagine me now." He furrows his brow when she mentions dating Ant-Man. "One of the Avengers? Huh. How did I miss that?," he asks himself. Likely he wasn't paying attention to anything outside of his own experiences, like usual.

Polaris has posed:
"Well it's over, you didn't miss much. He wants a woman to have a family with, I'm very busy." Lorna shrugs and nudges Pietro. "Doesn't help, all this." She looks back to the fortress. "What about you? Found anyone special?" She asks.

Quicksilver has posed:
"You know how it goes," he states simply. He says a lot in that one sentence. He's never had much luck in the dating scene. He blames everything but himself, in the end. He always does. "Someday, maybe, but I'm not holding my breath. And it's for the best, sister. Who wants to marry a guy named Ant-Man?"

Polaris has posed:
Lorna looks down at her kabob rather than answering. "I'd have outlived him anyway, I guess." She murmurs and works in her kabob. "I'm all for not holding my breath anymore. That might be the wise call in retrospect. "

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff nods a bit to that and sighs. In a blink his kebob is cleaned, and the food on it gone. "I'm really the wrong person to look to for comfort, Lorna. It isn't that I don't care, really. It's just...that...well..." He shrugs. "Anyways, are there any new gems on that team of yours? I have not-so-fond memories of being beaten to a pulp by some of them in the past."

Polaris has posed:
"Couldn't say." Lorna shrugs. "No one really stands out." She murmurs and makes a face. "I was agreeing, butthead. Not looking for hugs." She sighs and looks back out over the island. "Man our family is fucked up." She says regretful and polishes off her kabob with less speed, tapping the ail once she's done. "If I want comforting I'll ask an X-Man."

Quicksilver has posed:
He scowls a hint at the mention of going to an X-Man for comfort. He might not be a terrorist anymore, but...grudges are held. He rolls a shoulder like he is preparing for a race and shifts his weight from one foot to the other, as if it were a nervous tick. "I gues it is.."

Polaris has posed:
"It's not like I have many options as friends go." Lorna says dryly."And it's not going to be your shoulder or Wanda's or father's shoulder I cry on, so where does that really leave me? Frowny face."

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff considers that for a few moments. "Is that school of yours filled with psychics and empaths and such? I'm sure they'd be all too happy to brain-shrink you. Personally, I'd rather keep people outside of this head of mine. I don't 'solidarity' well." Quicksilver chuckles softly.

Polaris has posed:
"I'm not aching to have people muck about in my brain." Lorna rolls her eyes. "But yes, there are some psychics who work with the professor. There's sort of a standing agreement that telepaths stay out of minds unless asked, I mean, it's a school full of baggage. Oh-I was in Madripoor a few weeks ago, fighting ninja. Forgot. I chased that with a rebound drunk-a-thon."

Quicksilver has posed:
He is about to comment on the psychics when the ninja are meantioned. He blinks at that. "Hm. I've been dealing with AIM. Familiar? Stupid little terrorist organization led by scientists. Scarier then it sounds." He sounds nonplussed, but not stressed about it.

Polaris has posed:
"This was the hand. Logan asked for a favor, so I took a break from catching some sun to go brawl on a shady dock on his behalf. AIM huh? If you need my skill set feel free to call. I'm only always busy, but I'd make time." She tells Pietro and glances at her brother.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff chuckles. "We're mainly fighting robots, Lorna. Bringing you in would take out -all- the fun. But...I'll keep an eye out. If the Avengers can't handle it, I'll toss some work your way. Keep you busy and all that."

Polaris has posed:
"Hmph. Everyone says that." Lorna huffs and hip bumps Pietro. "I'm going to bed. Thanks for checking in in your odd way. It's good to see you're still alive once in a while." She calls over her shoulder to her brother, doors opening ahead of her with out a touch.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff smirks a bit to that and raises a hand to offer a little salute. "Right. Tell Wolverine I say hi," he replies with a smirk. He is likely one of the X-Men who beat the crap out of Pietro more often then others. Such is life. "Keep your nose clean." There is a gust of wind, and the balcony is empty.