3120/Meeting Elektra

Meeting Elektra
Date of Scene:	10 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	The first part of the first meeting between Elektra Natchios and Tony Stark
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Elektra

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Iron Man has posed:
Where's Tony? Well, he's not in the middle of a bunch of people wearing a red and white striped shirt. No, tonight Tony is every bit the Stark man - fine suit, fine restaurant. He's got a window seat up at Asiate, an asian fusion restaurant with fantastic food, an incredible prix fix menu, and an incredible wine list. He's looking out at the city tonight, enjoying the beauty of it from a distance, so that he can relax and eat, in peace. He doesn't even have his phone out, which is a rarity. Ahhh, the advantages of privacy. It's likely you'd have to be incredibly influential or disgustingly beautiful for the restaurant to allow anyone to disturb him. However...there are people who fit that bill.

Elektra has posed:
Normaly, in these situations, Elektra Natchios plays it one of two ways.. She's either there waiting already.. or she makes them wait. Even if it's a business meeting. Especially if it's a pleasurable one. She lives by the understanding that some things in life need to be fully appreciated, and she aspires to that. But not too late. There's a fine line to tread, and she's an expert tightrope walker.

Fashionably late, Elektra arrives. Just long enough for Tony to have read the winelist and begun to make his choices for the evening. She suspects he's already planned what they're both eating. She hasn't decided yet if she'll allow him to order for her and be surprised with his choices, or if she'll insist upon being her own woman. It's one of the few things in life she does without planning down to minutae, so she allows herself this luxury.

She's escorted to the table by a tall man who gives a little bow and introduces her to Tony..

"Mr. Stark, may I give you Ms. Natchios." He bows again after helping her into her seat. "Your waiter, Tomas will be here shortly to take your orders. He is at your disposal this evening, most exclusively. Please, enjoy." And with that, he excuses himself.

She's dressed in a black sheath dress; moderate heels; and a lace shawl beaded with Swarovski crystal, a thing she tucks negligently over the back of her chair. "Mr. Stark. Such a pleasure."

Iron Man has posed:
He stands when you show up. Curiously, you're not a woman he's much taller than, as he inclines his head, holding his hand out to shake your own. "Miss Natchios," he offers politely. "I hope you're having a good evening. Welcome back to New York," he offers. Not that he knows excatly where you've been but a woman of your...caliber, is one who people notice hwen they're not around. So as you come and go, the city feels it and so does big business. He sits down and a fine red wine is brought over as well as some still water. He's nto a fan of sparkling. But at least a cuople of things are brought over, and he's told the kitchen to just send stuff out. He's not worried about ordering or picking himself, he's goign to go ahead and trust the chef.

His suit is nice, his glasses tinted blue in the lenses as is his shirt so that they match in that regard. His watch could probably employ someone for the better part of a year or two....well them and their whole family. "I was surprised to receive your invitation. I am incredibly curious to hear what you have planned for the conversation tonight."

Elektra has posed:
Her smile is a measured thing, one that almost, but doesn't quite meet her eyes. Oh, there's something of the sparkle there, but it's entirely too precise. Too measured. Too.. much with the drinking in the details of all around her and how her every movement is received, and how she will react in return. "Thank-you. I've been back for several weeks now, but I'm only just getting my seaside legs."

Her handshake is everything one would expect of a businesswoman and more. More like she's someone used to meeting others on equal ground. Or, often enough, in a superior state. It's firm. Precise. And held for just the correct amount of time. One might wonder if under other circumstances it might be an altogether different shaking of hand she'd offer. But tonight? Tonight they meet as equals.

"I see you've left our meal to the chef? Delightful choice. I've heard good things about this place. I'm sure that we won't be disappointed. But let's dismiss with the formalities, won't we? Please, call me Elektra. As to what I have planned, I think you'll be interested."

She lifts her wineglass to him without eludicating any further yet. Parcelling out her details.

Iron Man has posed:
It's one of the things about Tony that makes this a challenge - he doesn't care about all those social conventions and norms. If he felt like it, he'd walk right up to her, dip her, and plant one on her just because it's a way for TOny to say hi and gather attention. But he's not feeling the need today to steal the scene. He's not trying to 'impress' anyone and so as you handle things so 'perfectly' well he just grins a little bit, smiling, recognizing what you're doing and deciding he's going to have to pick a time to have fun with it.

"Well...I figured the best par of that is if you don't like it you can't blame me - you can only offer a scathing review of it to your associates. You're right though, they do some fun things. Next time we meet you'll have to let me take you to a dim sum place I like. Delicious, as long as you're ok with getting your hands a little messy," he says with a bit of amusement as he looks to you and gives a playful wink from where he sits.

Elektra has posed:
He earns himself an actual laugh for his response, the sound rich and full. "Touche. And clever." After a sip of her wine, she inclines her head. "I like dim sum. Some foods are meant to be eaten with a certain sort of reverence. Others with abandon. Dim sum straddles both lines. You pray with your fingers and your lips."

A brow lifts. Amused.

"So, you believe there will be a next time, do you? You might be right at that. If only to see where you'd take me. And quite possibly to prove that there is something human beneath the exterior."

Oh, she's well aware of the many reputations she's garnered, both in and out of cognito.

Iron Man has posed:
"I don't think anyone would question your humanity...and probably way too many have wondered what's underneath...more than likely would understand that wasn't in their own best interest," he says with a grin, though one imagines that he doesn't mean underneath your skin as much as he means underneath the dress as he looks to you, taking a bit of a breath as he takes a sip of the wine and looks back to you. "Still though, even if I drive you insane, you'd likely not let me know it becauase business is business. Don't have to enjoy spending time with the person to enjoy the results of the of the time together."

HE sits back though and undoes the button on his jacket. "Still though, I imagine however charming or entertaining I could be that you are a results oriented person. So what are we working on? Something charitable? Something involving really cool technology to transport goods from Greece to the rest of the world?" He's just guessing at all sorts of random things that it could be but won't really know until you tell him. He does look out the window though, the lights in the restaurant dimmed to allow the city outside to reflect its true beauty.

Elektra has posed:
"You'd be surprised," Elektra remarks dryly. "There are many opinions about me, and not all are as kind as what you'd assume. I'd say you were too much of a gentleman to say otherwise, but I do believe your reputation proceeds you."

She smiles at him. It, too, is a dry thing. "What do you think? Should I let an opinion interfere with business, or do you dare wager that perhaps I'm not nearly as easy to offend as one might expect? Like now, for instance, you're picturing me with my clothing off. Wondering just what it is Elektra Natchios wears underneath her little black dress. And does she dress to be seen with it off, or is it only part of the facade."

Her glass is lifted. "Am I close?" She waits.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark grins, "I think it would take a very extraordianry man to decide they wanted to offend you...as the Natchios family reputation does precede you as well," he teases, his eyes sparkling with that little twinkle as well. Yes, that was possibly a backhanded compliment but it isn't like it has any truth to it. "Well I wasn't, but now I am," he says, laughing quietly as he looks to you. "I was just tying to be witty. But if you're goign to verbally paint that picture sure," he says, raising his glass in return, the amusement a bit more apparent in his voice as an appetizer is brought over of eggplant with some sort of filing and sauce on it in bite sized bits that ends up tasting like vegetable and garlic heaven.

Elektra has posed:
Again, Elektra laughs. "And with one fell swoop, I have all of your attention. Right where I want it. Most men wouldn't even be able to remember we were meeting for a specific purpose after that. They'd be lost to the stirring of their nether regions and vast imaginations, totally ignoring that reality ws going to disappoint them sorely."

Her wine is sipped, and set down as the appetizer arrives. "Did you know," she murmurs, "Garlic is an aphrodesiac, but only when both members of the couple eat it. And, no. That was not the point of my wishing us to meet this evening. Though the kitchen may be thinking other thoughts beased on this appetizer."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark chuckles, "Well you have a much more refined sense of culture then. Where I'm from, garlic is usually the way to make sure the date ends early," he says. "Or at least that if it goes on for a while, you're not getting any action."

He watches as the serving staff dishes out a bit to you and then him, most -certainly- in that order, and then he sits back as he picks up his knife and fork, cutting into it as he smiles, "So. Enough of this dance. Not that I don't mind a good one right now, but we'r esome where between a tango and a paso doble, and I'm pretty sure either way you're planning to waltz out of here with what you want. So...why for hast thou called upon me," he says looking to fully clad you and canting his head to the side patiently. That little bit of an inquisitive gaze as he takes a bite of the appetizer which is deelish. "I don't know how many courses he has planned and I at least want to have an idea based upon the topic if I'll be staying all the way until dessert or not.'

Elektra has posed:
Elektra pouts, "You're taking the fun out of this."

Once the appetizer has been served, and the server has removed himself, she grows serious again. "Fine. Since you have no desire to play this game, then let me cut to the chase. I'm looking for funding for a Foundation. As someone with more money than sense, or so the scuttlebutt goes, I'd like you to consider being a donor."

Her fork is paused partway to her mouth, "Not that I think this act you put on is anything at all but an act. You may play the fool, but you aren't one."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark grins at your put, looking a bit more amused, though it still fits her. Plus, it probably only serves to highlight wahtever lipstick or gloss she was wearing, as if the woman needs her features highlighted any more given how amazing they already are. He chuckles though, taking another bite and he nods, as you finish, "Well...now who's taking the fun out of what? If I can't fall back on playboy billionaire, the original at that, not that Wayne character from Gotham...butif I can't fall back on that what can I fall back on? I mean truly, what's my motivation if it isn't having fun and letting everyone else think I'm too busy taking joy rides in the Iron Man suit..."

He grins though and tips his fork up to you in salute as he says, "If it makes you feel better, I'm pretty sure you are not an act. You're the real thing, if not a slightly more polite and kind version of the real you. My sense...is that people probably underestimate how shrewd or ruthless you can be on behalf of the family and don't figure it out until it's too late."

The way it's said, it's a compliment, though someone just walking by would easily be able to take that another way. "What will this foundation do...besides take money from the rich?"

Elektra has posed:
Elektra inclines her head once again to his assessment of her. "There are some things money can't buy, Tony. People make the mistake of forgetting that."

And with that, she's back to smiling again, much more light and airy with him. "I suppose if you were only that billionaire playboy you wouldn't be concerned with where your money was going. You'd have that checkbook out and be asking me how many zeros while inviting me to your yacht. I know the type. You play it well, but you're far too clever to be truly the game. Much as it's a nice game..

She considers, taking a mouthful, and chewing and swallowing before continuing. "The premise for the Foundation is simple. It's been brought to my attention in the past that there have been some life choices I've made that are somewhat questionable, and that perhaps I might wish to find more redeeming ways to live my life. I've decided that perhaps this is something I should explore. I'd like to provide legal aide for those who can't afford it due to life circumstances, but deserve it just the same."

Iron Man has posed:
A small taste of light berry sorbet is brought out to cleanse the palate before the next dish is brought out, deconstructed potstickers as everything is on the plate and rather than being clsoed over like normal dimsum, there are basically 'crakcers' of the steamed and seared potsticker shell to put the food on and eat it. "Well that's....a waste of a perfectly good potsticker. They're proably goign to taste delicious but this seems fancy just for the sake of being fancy. Sometimes I like the original."

Looking back to you though there's a bit of a smile, "You, specifically? Or are you using the royal 'you' in this circumstance to symbolie all the Natchios family. Which, we can't be responsible for what our family does...just add it to our crosses to bear, hmm?" And so he politely gives you an out on shouldering all the blame for the Natchios...reputation, or what you could use in this particular circumstance - infamy. "Free legal aide, hmm? I did not see that coming, actually. Interesting."

Elektra has posed:
The dimsum is carefully reconstructed by Elektra, sans the actual folding of the dumplings..

"My dear Tony, I /am/ the Natchios family." Which doesn't immediately answer his question. Though she looks over to him, "But if you must know, the idea is mine. Once it's been set up in an airtight fashion, and all the legal loopholes are closed, I will be passing its overseeing to a firm I trust to run it with the utmost integrity."

It's as she's lifting the 'dimsum' to her lips that she stops. Puts it down upon her plate and looks over at him, her features suddenly an unmasked relaxation. "What would you say if I said let's go find somewhere who does this right? Like you say, this is pretention for pretention's sake. You're hardly the audience, and I admit finding myself somewhat bored with the need. You said you knew a place?"