3675/An Embassy Visit

An Embassy Visit
Date of Scene:	17 January 2018
Location:	Themysciran Embassy, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Wonder Woman, Hyperion

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Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana didn't normally meet her guests at the door of the Manhattan Embassy, but she just so happened to be there when the Alpha Flight member arrived.

As such, when an Embassy employee let Hyperion inside he'd find her over in the area near the receptionist's desk. Dressed in a white sweater and a black skir, Diana's hair was tied back behind her head and she offered a smile to him.

She walked toward him and extended her right hand. "Welcome to my place now." She said. "It is not a space station... but I still think its impressive." She'd add with a sly grin on her red painted lips.

Hyperion has posed:
"I cannot imagine I could give an unbiased opinion of any place you hold dear," the big man admits as he is permitted inside. He isn't wearing a costume, so he looks a bit like a tourist. Wearing a ballcap and a tight deep blue sweater that hugs a bit tight around his considerable muscles, like he can't find shirts that fit, and khakis that are similarly tight. He smiles at the woman at her approach and bows from the shoulders slightly.

Letting her lead him wherever she might lead him, or perhaps just standing there in the lobby of the embassy, he looks over the area and takes a moment to take it all in. After that long consideration he does put forth a brief, "It is nicer than the Canadian Embassy. A certain touch of proto-European culture."

The enormous man smiles at her words and reaches a hand up to adjust the backpack he is wearing over one shoulder, pointedly. "I brought some things to show you, I thought I'd take you up on your offer," he explains.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana would smile at him and she'd nod softly at what he says. "You have a keen eye for aesthetics." She'd say after he talked about her Embassy's stylings.

"Come come." She'd say then and motion to him to follow her.

They'd walk through the central hallway and then end up at a set of double doors into her office. "The Consulate in Metroplis is... more extensive than this in Manhattan, but it was built from the ground up so it is much more themed after my native land than this place is. It serves as more of a museum of my culture. Where this is more, functional."

Diana motioned him toward the seating area inside her office. "Please, sit. Would you like something to drink?" She'd ask then.

Hyperion has posed:
"Perhaps I'll see it sometime," Hyperion says and walks with her into her office. Taking a seat only after she is seated, he picks up his chair and moves it closer to her desk so that he can apparently share whatever it is he brought in closer confidence. Rather than from several feet away. With the chair placed just-so, he reaches into his bag and draws out a large sketch pad.

Laying it out on her desk in front of her, he opens it and flips through a few pages to show her that she'll need to flip through a few pages herself, once he sits back down. Inside the sketchbook are dozens of drawings, some of them crude, but some by a more practiced-hand, of armor on a figure that looks to be of Marcus' build.

Combinations ranging from modern sleek black armor made with composites, similar to something Batman might wear, all the way back to basic armor that looks Greecian, and Roman, a gladiator with a breast-plate and forearm and shin-guards.

"As you can see, I've had some drawings done, and I did a few myself," he mentions with a little cough.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana would step back from the small kitchenette in her office with two cups of hot tea and she'd bring them over to hand one to him. Her eyes would then look to the drawings that he laid out and she tilted her head while raising the cup up to sip from it.

"Wow." She said softly a moment later after getting an initial look at the contents there-in. She looked over at him and smiled softly. "You have been busy." She said with a larger smile.

"A new suit?" She asked then. "I like the look. It looks... exciting, but also classical in a way."

"Is this something you are putting into production already?" She'd ask him next while seating herself on the other chair in front of her desk.

Hyperion has posed:
"I mean, really, it's my first suit. I haven't had a proper 'Hyperion' outfit before, just military stuff that was given to me," Hyperion explains and takes the cup of hot tea and drinks a bit from it. Doing that thing where he is so used to not being normal that he just outright drinks it like it's water, but he does nod in appreciation at the gesture.

Looking at his hands, he then turns his attention to her again after he sets the cup of tea back down.

"I'm not certain how exciting it is, but I think people should be inspired by it, without it being too much. I don't want too many colors, but a bit of metal and a cape, maybe?" he seems unsure, and asks more than he answers.

"I wanted your opinion, before I started."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana grinned at these words from him. She leaned toward him and lowered her voice. "Do not tell anyone, but I have never been a big fan of capes." She says with a sparkle of amusement in her eyes before she leans back again and takes another sip of tea.

Diana's eyes go back to the 'plans' and she gets a better look at them. "It is good to make a uniform that will make you stand out to law enforcement and emergency services. Once they get used to seeing what your attire looks like then they will know better to understand that you are there to help them, and not hinder them." She offered a bit of advice there.

"I am spotted rather easily, which is a benefit, I must say. But also... I am not the kind who tries to hide anything. My persona is quite public."

Hyperion has posed:
"So, no cape then," Hyperion decides and makes a mental note, but he does continue to flip the book occasionally to show all of the designs, so that she can hopefully help him narrow it down a bit more. At her words, he nods slowly and says, "I usually have to rely on moving quickly, to avoid the questions. Considering how fast I move, I have been rather slow to get myself a costume, since I came into public service," he admits quietly.

A pause then as he thinks about it.

"Can I see you, in your armor?" he asks.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana would observe the designs and she'd point toward the ones she liked the most and make casual commentary about how and why she liked it. She'd then look back over at him. "I highly recommend speaking to the public, you are not bound to give your identity, but its best that they get to know your personality if nothing else."

She showed a faint smile then at the latter question. "I had my armor on aboard your station." She told him. "Buuut, it was covered over by my robe. So I will yield to the fact that you did not yet see me in it." She showed a faint grin. A nod was given then. "I have a wealth of photos here that I can show you." And she'd move to stand up again.

Hyperion has posed:
Making notes, Hyperion eventually has to make sure to write a few things down. He can remember things rather well, but it'll help when he shares his designs with someone who can actually fabricate them- - so that he doesn't have to repeat everything verbatim.

"No no, I was hoping to see it in person, but I understand that you are probably settled in for the evening, I don't mean to impose. I was just hoping to see it in person. I can see a great deal more when I can examine something in person, as opposed to from a photograph. Reading a person's DNA for example," he mentions, not at all sounding like he is bragging, simply explaining the nature of one of his seemingly varied powers.

Folding his hands around his tea again, he lifts it for a sip.

"I will send you a few photographs, with the fabrications," he mentions quietly.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana was bringing back a leather bound book with photographs taken of her, a lot of high quality pictures taken for public events. But when he expressed his intentions she just paused and grinned. "Ah, right." She replied, setting the book down onto the desk's corner.

"I am actually supposed to be going to the Justice Hall later tonight, so I was going to put on my attire for that regardless."

Diana turned then walked toward a doorway on the side of her office. "I will be back in a moment then." She'd say as she passed into the small hallway that likely went to a private restroom or some other similar location.

She'd only be gone for a handeful of minutes before she'd return in her full attire with her dark robe draped over her left forearm, armored bracers on her forearms, leather half-gloves, bodyarmor and skirt, armored boots and of course the tiara. No weapons though, she hadn't gone that far with the suit.

With a exhale. "There." She told him, laying the robe down over the back of her office chair.

Hyperion has posed:
"Thank you Diana," the man says when she goes to get changed, and rises to his feet when she returns. He'd apparently been looking at her folio, even though it hadn't had been much help in his pursuit of ideas.

Approaching her across the room, he gives her what might be the least creepy, but most intensely scrutinizing examination she has probably endured deliberately in quite a while. Like he is memorizing every stitch and every piece, oblivious to the woman under the armor.

"May I put my hands on you?" he asks, and directs his hands at her.

She may not realize it, since she was raised by Amazonians and has never felt threatened by men in the way that most girls seem to need to be aware, but there is a deliberateness to him. Too much time being enormous has made him cautious of other's personal space.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana would softly laugh at him as he inspected the suit she was wearing, or so she assumed he was inspecting that at the very least. "Are you looking to branch into the field of Gladiator armors?" She'd ask him then.

When he asked to touch her she just looked over at him and gave him a slow but sly grin. "Many men have tried, few have succeeded. But if this is for the name of armor research, then you best just mind where the hands go." She was teasing him, being friendly. She didn't get the feeling that Marcos was the type to be unprofessional, he'd given her no reason to feel that way.

Diana cleared her throat then and she watched his motions.

Hyperion has posed:
"No, but before I tell them to make me something even similar to yours, I thought I should see what it was like, in person," he explains. He'd probably never seen actual gladiator armor of the sort he was considering having made, in person. His life experiences are rather dull compared to hers.

When she gives her permission, he first gently prods at her torso, and then, not sure if the resilience of the material is /her/ or her garment, he sort of tries to pinch it, and then lifts her up a little like a child examining a toy. And then puts her back down, seemingly trying to define his examination. "It's an interesting construction," he says as he feels, and then really starts to stare again. "The lattices on a molecular level are so uniform you'd think they were forged at that level, the metal where there is metal, is just very well made," he mentions.

Leaning over a little, he prods at the hem of her skirt a little, but is very mindful, and as that doesn't seem to be nearly as rigid as he'd thought it was at first glance, his interest fades.

"Thank you, where did you say you were headed?"

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana would stand there in the light shining in fron the window along the wall behind her desk and when he finished inspecting she'd just offer him a light smile and a little nod.

"The Justice League Hall, it is in Metropolis. Which is a short flight from here." She'd say to him then while she picked up the dark blue robe off of her chair and started to sort it out, preparing to slip it on it would seem (it is quite cold out afterall).

"This armor was originally made for a very dear woman to me. My aunt Antiope." she explained while she slipped into the dark blue robe.

"Wearing it, reminds me to do as she would do and be as good of a person... and fighter, as I can manage. Every moment I have it on is a moment I try to honor her legacy."

Hyperion has posed:
Picking up his sketchbook, Hyperion tucks it away into his backpack again and watches her for a moment. His mind elsewhere.

Moving to help her don her cloak, the large man is quiet and attentive and nods his head at her words. "I would offer you a ride, but I imagine my assistance would be rather slight," he says with a smile and stands back. "Your aunt sounds like a good person, I would have liked to have met her," he says and makes his way towards the door, holding it for her, and then proceeding along through the embassy.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana closed the dark blue robe around her collar and then let her arms lower down to her sides. She smiled at him and moved to walk with him to show him back the way he'd come. "I wish that she were here for you to meet. I think you would have enjoyed her as much as I did." She'd say to him then.

"I look forward to seeing the completed choices that you make for the suit, Marcos. I am eager to see it in action!" She gave a big grin then to him. "We shall have to step out sometime and grab a coffee or a bite to eat. I enjoy our conversations."

Hyperion has posed:
"I look forward to showing them to you."

As to the other thing, "I will count the seconds until that meal, Princess, fare thee well," Hyperion says with a smile and steps a few feet away from her when they step into the fenced in cordon around the embassy. He'd come in through the front gate, so he sort of thinks his sudden departure avoiding the cordon might raise a few eyebrows, but he isn't about to wait for them to process him out. He can only be so patient for bureaucracy, even when it's for Diana.

Standing away from her, he bends his legs only slightly and then propels himself upwards, getting above the height of the nearest skyscrapers, and then higher still, keeping it subsonic until he is well out of range to cause local problems. And then the sound of his rapid acceleration can be heard, even back at the embassy.

And the blue marble turns beneath him.