2894/It is customary

It is customary
Date of Scene:	18 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Balder Odinson, Rogue, Doctor Strange

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Balder Odinson has posed:
    There is a presence. A pressure. A disturbance in the force. The sun feels warmer, the day feels brighter. Girls are staring at something,and so are some of the boys.
    He'll never ever get used to that. Giving a little wave with his left hand, Balder walks through the crowd with an elaborately wrapped gift box under his arm. It's like the Queen of England, if she were an Asgardian Prince, walking through waving. Hello peasant! Hello! Not that Balder would ever say that. He signs an autograph for a prototypical blond. She stares at it. "You aren't Thor." She tosses it in the trash. Balder chuckles at that. "Story of my life." It amuses him. "have you seen Lady, err miss Owinsdottir? Bangs like snow, hair the color of a mink, eyes like emeralds?" The blond points over towards the ice cream truck. "Skunky? She's that way." The Odinson all but growls at her. He snarls, "She is not a skunk!"
    He is less jolly as he makes his way over towards the ice cream truck.

Balder Odinson has posed:
    Her voice makes him smile. he actually pauses a moment, and he pulls off his helmet. He settles it on one of his sword hilts.
    "I told you that wasn't Thor." One guy says to another as he walks away. "Some Larper."
    "everyone calls me a Larper. What does that mean?" Balder asks as he smooths his hair and approaches. He smoothed his hair as he approached? it's like he is guy primping for her. When he gets closer she can smell the faintest, subtle tones of a masculine, but understated cologne. "I did find him. Then we got lost in space. Long story." balder clears his throat. "I was gone longer than I meant to be. When one lets a friend down, it is customary to apologize." He clears his throat. "I am very sorry. I meant to call on thee earlier. We got lost on my father's spaceboat." He says it like all of those words mean something.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue took ahold of her plastic spoon and mooshed it against the soft ice cream still in the cup as Balder explained himself to her and she grinned at the larper part. "Means you're apart of a group that pretends they're fightin' each othe'ah with swords'n such. Like a sports team, only... kinda weird." She grinned softly and shrugged her shoulders inside of her hoodie. "Nothin' wrong with weird though."

Rogue would shake her head at the other bits he said to her and she dismissed it. "Ya don't gotta apologize t'me, Miste'ah. You live a pretty complicated life, I'm sure it takes ya in a lotta strange and unexpected directions. I ain't gonna fault ya for that. You do what you gotta do to get the things done you gotta get done."

Rogue lifted the cup of ice cream up and extended it to him. "Want a tastey treat?" She asked, offering it to him.

Balder Odinson has posed:
    "Pretend to fight? Are they children?" Balder asks Rogue. "I mean, who pretends to fight?" He pauses. "I am sorry. I am of Asgard. Our world is quite different from thine, Lady Owinsdottir."
    Presenting the box, he looks a little uncertain. "I. I guessed at thine size." He says simply, calmly. "Tis a little gift for thee to remember me by. Though now I think tis a mistake, for thou wilt not ever wear it." His smile is almost sad as he says that. "I wouldst not have people think thou art both weird and a skunk."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would grin at the tall asgardian hunk and she'd just softly shake her head back and forth. "Think of it more like... sparrin' practice for a fight 'someday' that may neve'ah come. Surely you're people practice fightin' with one anothe'ah, gotta get those skills refined, right?"

When he presented the pacakage to her, Rogue sat up in her chair straight and she got a big smile on her face. "You bought me somethin'?" She asked him then, all happy and glowing now. "Somethin' to wear too??" She looked up at him and reached her hands out. "Yay, gimme!" She playfully reached for the box to accept it all eagerly and she ran her bare hands over the material that it was wrapped in. "Its so pretty... And thats just the packaging."

Rogue would go to start opening the package, regardless of whether it was something that should be opened in public or not, she didn't care! She'd pull the top off and peer inside!

Balder Odinson has posed:
    "it is a cloak." Balder explains. "That is auroch leather there, at the hem, and there at the collar. It wears well. It does break easily. It does not bend out of shape without reason. The rest is a tough wool. Soft, but strong. You should be warm if ever you visit my home." His shoulders shrug. "I tried to match it to thine eyes, and thine hair. Snow and emerald, my lady." He looks uneasy. 'Though now thou wilt be called a larper. I should have gotten you a sword instead."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stepping out of the ice cream shop, Stephen Strange has a rainbow swirl ice cream rising up out of a neon pink and green paper bowl. He has in his other hand a light blue plastic spoon that he uses to scoop the sweet cold food with. He looks around the sidewalk and exterior seating for the familiar face that invited him to come.

    "Ah, Anna, there you are." Stephen says, approaching his pupil with an unusual smile upon his usually stoic face. "This place is delightful, but I didn't expect to be the only one you invi- Oh- Hello sir." Stephen says to the man in armor and with a sword on his hip.

    Something oddly familiar to the man, something he knows he recognizes but it lingers in the back of the wizard's throat.

    Stephen takes a seat and inquires. "Are you one of Anna's friends?" before scooping more ice cream into his face.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue opened the box to look inside while setting it down on the edge of the table. She spread her hands over the green fabric inside of it and her eyes were scanning it over while she tried to figure out what it was. When he explained, she looked up at him with a big grin on her lips. "I thought it was a blanket." She said back at him. After a second of staring at Balder, Rogue lifted the cloak up out of the box and onto her lap, holding it between both of her hands up against her chest. "I love it." She told him. "I don't want a sword, I want this." She said it with sincerity and thanks on her voice. "And I'm perfectly okay with lookin' like a larpe'ah. I know sever--"

When Stephen arrived, he'd find her clutching that green/white cloack to her chest and her eyes moving from Balder over to him. "Oh, hey. Took ya long enough in there." She said to Strange with a small smirk.

Rogue motioned to Balder. "This is, uh, Balder Odinson... of Asgard?" She was bad with introduction. She pointed to Stephen. "This is... Doctor Stephen Strangeson? Of Greenwich Village?"

Balder Odinson has posed:
    "Indeed. I am one of Anna's friends." Balder says. He gives her a little look. "Apparently not a good enough friend to know her actual name." That took a ton of starch out of his shirt. He clears his throat. "My brother Thor doth speak most highly of thee, good Doctor." Balder offers his hand to Stephen, but is careful to not crush the hand. "Thou art the one taking her in whilst... Anna... is estranged, pardon the word, from her good and fair family? If thou art ally of Lady Owinsdottir, then you count Balder amongst thine friends, good Doctor." His smile is sincere, and his manners forthright, but the son does not feel as warm, and the sun is not so bright. He did not know Rogue was not her real name.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "That's awfully kind of you." Stephen notes, giving the cloak a once over before he leans and whispers in a muted tone. "Does this mean you will stop wearing mine?" The doctor inquires before taking another bite and looking back to Balder.

    "Oh, that is why you appear so familiar." Stephen says with a surprised show across his face, grey eyes lingering on Balder now as he looks closer. "Thor never much mentions you himself, though he's usually here for some wildly important matter and the opporturnity for idle chit chat is often not granted to either of us during our work." The wizard notes, before looking down at his ice cream and idly pushing it with the bottom of his spoon. "You're not here for some dire reasons are you? Or are you here to- Oh. Oh my. I will be going immediately." The wizard says and starts to stand up.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looked down at the the cloak while the two exchanged words with each other, her bare hands were petting the material and getting a feel for it, but when Balder spoke of not knowing her real name she looked up at him and showed him a smirk. "My full name is Anna-Marie Elizabeth D'Ancanto Carlyle.... It doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Most just call me Rogue... Thats what I've been sharin' with people for the bette'ah part'a the last five years, so its just sorta stuck. If it helps, you're the only person I've eve'ah told my father's name."

Rogue would move to stand up and put the cloak around her shoulders, proudly sporting it over her black hoodie that was half-zipped up over a dark green tanktop beneath.

Rogue heard Strange's whisper over to her and she smirked again. "Pretty sure your cloak wears -me-." She replied to him before watching him make for a quick exit. She had a confused look fall over her face. "Wait, why?" She said at him, wondering if something had gone wrong.

Balder Odinson has posed:
    "There is no need, good Doctor." Balder says. If there was an insult in THor not mentioning him, he does not take offense. "I was just going." So she wears his cloak, does she? He pushes a hand through his dark hair. "There is certainly no need for thee to go." Balder smiles at Stephen. "I think I was in error." He turns with inhuman precision to give Rogue a short, formal bow. "Lady Anna." He slides his hand to the helm resting on his sword hilt. He lifts it and puts it back on his head.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen, simply enough with a telepathic spell, sends a thought to Rogue, <<He's interested in you. I am not one to interfere with matters of the heart.>> "Nonsense, you two were here first, plus I like to eat and walk at the same time. It's good to slow down the caloric intake." Stephen says, giving out a vaguely scientific reason for him to be gone while giving Rogue the bluntest 2x4 that someone was interested in her of all time.

    "Anna- Rogue, I will be at the sanctum, doing, research and my own studies. Make sure you do yours too when you get the chance." Stephen isn't going to get in the way of anyone's potential romance.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watched both of the men turn to leave her table almost at the same time and her mouth just fell open and her eyes went from one to the other. "Ya'll just gotta leave me here t'eat ice cream by myself with my fancey new cape?" She huffed out a sigh then and sat down while Stephen transmitted that non-verbal message to her head. "Yeah, well... what am I supposed t'do about it when people are just walkin' away from me." She muttered, looking like a crazy person to anyone that might be observing (Its a popular ice cream shop afterall).

Rogue reached out for her cup of yellow/pink ice cream and she slumped back in her chair with her fancy new cape wrapped over her shoulders. "I'm sleepin' in this thing like its a blanket 'hence forth'!" She did her best Asgardian-speak with that last bit there.

Balder Odinson has posed:
HIs footfalls are heavy. The name thing? He lacks the capacity to take that as anything other than being blown off. A name is important. Feeling foolish, Balder stalks off.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen stops mid step to turn back and look over his shoulder at Rogue. <<Come on. I'll walk you home, or to hot topic or Index, or where ever you want to go.>> Stephen replies mentally, feeling awfully melancholy about leaving her there all by herself. He's standing there, looking towards her, waiting to see how she'll respond and react to the offer.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue didn't know Asgardian traditions or cultural customs, she honestly thought she had told him her full name. Her mind wasn't exactly a pool of clear water afterall. Rogue just shook her head at the Doctor's words inside of it, she looked up at Balder as he stalked off in his armor with people taking phone pictures of him cause well.. he was pretty cool looking afterall.

"Nah, its fine." Rogue said outloud, knowing Stephen could hear her even where he was. "I'm supposed t'be alone. Its why I am the way I am. Its why everybody goes away. I'll be back at the house in a while." Sad Rogue just mooshed her ice cream with the spoon and hunkered down in her cloak a bit more, while some teens with their hats on backwards took a picture of her too.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    That's no good. Not something Stephen will tolerate. He turns around and marches right back to the table and drops his bowl down where it was prior and he sits back down. He begins to eat his ice cream without words, but after a few bites he turns towards Rogue and asks simply and calmly as can be. "How is your school going?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looked up as Strange sat back down at the table and she huffed out a dramatic teenager sigh. "Its fine." She said to him sullenly. "As fine as it can be now that some'a them know I'm a mutant, and they're not all that 'okay' with mutants. Like its my fault that they've had bad experiences with othe'ahs." Rogue shook her head and put her ice cream cup back down on the table next to the now-empty-box that the cloak had been in. "I just sit in the back with my hood up and ignore them, or try to. Its bette'ah than public school used t'be, but, not by much."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen's hand keeps curled around the bowl while the other uses the spoon to idly moosh the ice cream to melt it just a little bit. "Would you like to try online classes instead, I could see how that would be benificial in a situation like yours Anna." Stephen postulates before taking another bite of his rainbow treat while waiting for her response.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue pulled the cloak around her body more and let it conceal her like Batman likes to do, and she just shrugged her shoulders at this follow-up question. "Maybe." She said back at the Doctor Wizardpants. "Maybe. I don't know. Don't really much wanna sit inside on a compute'ah all day, like some kinda pastey skinned anti-social nerd." Hey... "Its just, ya know... hard t'find people my age that aren't anti-mutant, but aren't, ya know... bad mutants, too. The kind that are like tryin' t'use their mutations to screw around, or do illegal shit. Thats what lead me t'the Brotherhood, and I don't wanna go back down that route."

Rogue's hand came out of the robe and she picked some lint off of the green wool on her thigh. "People suck."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen listens, something he learned to do when his hands were injured, and he stops trying to fix her problems and just is there to listen to the young woman and he simply reaffirms what she already knows. "Yes. Yes they do."

    This would be the time someone trys to offer her physical contact, but Stephen knows better than that as he can tell that's the touchy subject for the isolated young woman. He doesn't want to push her buttons, but he will do what he can to help her.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looked back up in the direction that Balder had gone. She leaned forward then and picked up her ice cream cup once more. "I think I was doomed t'upset him, no matte'ah what. I don't know, really... anythin' about where he comes from, but I'm pretty damn sure that I'm nothin' like the women he's used too." She told this to Stephen Strange, knowing full well he didn't want to hear about her 'love life', but heck, he's the one thats been looking out for Rogue every since Remy died. So he was stuck with her problems, and seemed to be fairly okay with it.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "I think that's why he likes you." Stephen says, taking another bite and smiling towards Rogue, turning the bottom of his spoon to boop against her nose with. "You're a wholly unique individual Anna. No one has ever been the way you are." Stephen says, retreating his spoon rapidly and taking another bite. "Either he'll understand our culture is very different from his own, or he wont and you got a really cool cape out of the goofball."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue listened to this advice and she just mulled it over. A couple seconds later and she looked down at herself in the green and white cape. "I don't usually buy-in t'the whole idea of people with powers wearin' crazy costumes, but I do kidna like this cape. Maybe I should make a whole outfit to go along with it, 'nd then just run around fightin' crime like all the othe'ahs out there. They seem t'be happier than me too. Plus, look at all the fans that people like that Wonde'ah Woman have. People bow down t'her like she's some kinda damn Goddess." Rogue really knew nothing about Diana, not even the name of the island she was from.

A bite of her ice cream was taken and she smirked. "I wouldn't mind bein' treated like that." She glanced at Stephen and grinned at him, she was kidding of course... probably.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "If you want a costume, I can certainly show you a few spells so that you can always be ready to help others."

    Stephen looks down solemnly at the last bit of his ice cream then. "I hid my face for a while and tried to help everyone I can. It's never as simple as the Justice League or the Avengers make it seem." The wizard notes, tears starting to well up in his eye. "I would never wish that on you Anna. "It's a life of complete danger, separation, and minimal reverance at best. And I don't think that's what you want. To be revered."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would stand up from the table and she'd pick up the box that the cloak was delivered to her in. She'd take Stephen's empty ice cream cup from him, along with her own, and put them into the trash bin beside the table.

"Ah wouldn't be any good at that kinda thing anyway. My tempe'ah always gets the bette'ah of me. Means I just end up hurtin' the bad guys, or worse. Like when we were with Carol last month... I killed that lady, she was dead... No idea who she was or what kinda life she'd lived, but she met me, and I put her down like the god damn Grim Reape'ah." Rogue shook her head side to side. "This is why I hide and should be alone. I'm dangerous."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen is standing and waiting for her back at the table, he has his elbow cocked out, inviting to walk her to where ever they'd like to go. "You are dangerous, but that doesn't mean your a bad person that needs to be quarantined and sheltered. You're an exotic flower Anna Marie. And I'll be damned if you let yourself wilt and wither in a cave alone."

    Stephen smiles largely at her then, starting down the street not towards Greenwich, but instead in the direction of the school.