3744/The French Mistake

The French Mistake
Date of Scene:	26 January 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Arc, Rift, Ares

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Arc has posed:
It felt like an eternity. It was only about 3 hours though. The speedster, Rikki is flat out exhausted. She doesn't how long its been since she's eaten. All she knows is she woke up with a pretty good view of the Eiffel Tower. No money, No valid ID. Nothing. So, she did the only thing she could. She started running.

After such a long trip across cold waters, the young speedster has finally made it back to NYC. Making her way to Staten Island, the young girl finally stops. Her very exhausted body just drops at this point, hitting the ground among the rocks.

Rift has posed:
Rift had the weirdest dream about somehow her and Rikki being possessed by demons. She doesn't remember a thing about any of it, and concludes it was not real. So... her goal now is to find her friend who disappeared. She tries pinging Rikki's phone to see if anything comes up, floatnig a few hundred feet above the Xavier mansion with her glowing red aura.

Ares has posed:
See, John Aaron (AKA low-key Ares) was just walking with his hands in his pockets. Candy in his hand for his kid son, Alexander (Phobos). Then, upon a sudden, he turns his head to the speedster who collapses on the shores of staten island. Sighing once, he turns on his heel to go investigate. if this is hermes playing a trick on him again, he silently swears to cut off the messenger god's legs.

However, he kneels down and upon inspection, just sees a tired woman. Sighing a moment and uttering a small bit of magic as if to attempt to wake her up...maybe even rejuvinate her?

Arc has posed:
Rikki quietly stirrs. She is completely exhausted. A magic rejuvination thing that should work on a normal human barely scratches the surface on the insane metabolism of the speedster. She looks up and sees... the man standing over and more importantly, some familiar landmarks. "I'm... in New York City?" She whispers. Her clothing is tattered to hell. She's soaked. Her legs feel like rubber.

When her phone goes off she grabs it slowly and sends a quick text. 'Staten Island.' Her attention goes to the man. "Thank you... I think... I just... I ran."

Rift has posed:
Staten Island. All she needed. She starts flying as fast as she can. It will take her some time to get there. She texts back. "ETA 5 minutes. Look up and signal when you see me." She pushes her limits, munching on one of hte protein bars she carries with her. She wishes she brought more, but two should be enough to get Rikki going if necessary. They are high-density food that she finds helps - not recommended for anyone but a speedster or a professional bodybuilder.

Ares has posed:
Ares rises from his kneeling position to put his hands in his trench coat pockets and looks down at the young woman. "Mhm." is all he says then, seemingly curious as to why this woman is on the shore. "So then, surfing? out on a stint? might want to get off the rocks. I hear they are quite uncomfortable." he says pretty snarkily, before he takes her in more seriously.

"You alright? Judging from clothing alone, you were in quite the scrap." of course, he's the god of war, not knowing things.

Arc has posed:
Rikki checks her phone and puts it away. "No." She shakes her head. "I just ran. Sorry. Out of energy." She winces as she slowly gets up. "Wasn't planning on staying down here." She carefully gets out of the rocks and up onto the actual path.

"I woke up a few hours ago in France. So I ran. I just ran to get home."

Rift has posed:
Rift flies over Staten Island, then not seeing a signal, tries circling the shore when she sees two people on the rocks. She descends like she's falling out of the sky, stopping just before landfalls and touches down. "Rikki? You okay?" she asks, kneelign by her, knowing that her uneartly appearance with the red glow making her whole body look faded with bright glows inside her would look strange to anyone not familiar with her. She then glances over. "Hello there. I'm Rift,' she states, putting an arm around Rikki as a friendly gesture.

Ares has posed:
Ares turns his head slightly before Rift lands somewhat next to him to help out her friend. Figuring that the two ladies have things well in hand, he starts to turn and walk. "Right...I forget we have people who can run quite fast now..." Hermes might get jealous now that he has competition.

However, as Rift greets herself, he turns then to face her. "John. Nice to meet you." of course, no one may know if he actually means it. But hey, it's polite right?

Arc has posed:
Rikki winces and nods, "Fast enough to run from Paris to New York in about 3 hours." She winces and rubs the back of her head. She looks at Rift and frowns, "We really gotta come up with a name for me. What happened? I got that call and then I woke up in France!" She winces a little. She looks at John and frowns, "Thank you for your help." She looks around "I think I need to eat something. I don't know when I ate last."

Rift has posed:
Rift hands Rikki one of those high-protein bars she tends to carry. "Here. Should get you on your feet. Yeah, you need a speedster codename. I'll assume you don't wnat to go with Streak..." She giggles. "Sorry, first thing that comes to mind."

Ares has posed:
Ares just loks between the two of them. Right, speedsters....how many of those are there again? Eh, he doesn't remember. Regardless, he turns around then. "...right. Well, have fun recovering." he waves behind him as he walks back up the rocks as if nothing had even happened.

Arc has posed:
Rikki laughs, "Wish I knew. I only know like one other speedster. Never met any others." She accepts the the protein bar and eats it up. "Thank you Rift. I needed that one. I guess my next stop is home. As for a name..." She shrugs. "I don't know. What would be good? And No. Just no. No Streak." She smiles to Ares. "Thank you again. It was nice meeting you. Also thank you for whatever it is you did there."