3836/The Knight, the Witch, and the Sammitch

The Knight, the Witch, and the Sammitch
Date of Scene:	09 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Knight, Scarlet Witch

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Black Knight has posed:
    He is handier in the kitchen then a couple of the other guys. Largely because Dane is a tough guy to handle sometimes. Moody. Defiant. Willing to fight. Nerd with a sword and the ability to use it. Who would want to be around that?

    He looks tired as he enters. He has a bottle of beer under one hand. He has a plate, and a magazine with him as well. Some warm beef with lots of vegetables is stuffed into a couple of gaping pieces of pita. His eyes are red and a little squinty. His stubble is unchanged, just that perpetual five o'clock shadow. His brown hair is a little out of place. He is wearing some loose sleeping style pants, a pair of argyle socks, and a worn, thin black T-shirt, the golden lettering on it declares 'NERD!"

    He pauses and looks at her for a moment as he enters. "Let me know if I bug you?" His voice is low and quiet, the resonant baritone not carrying as well as normal. He's tired. He moves towards one of the reading tables with slight shuffling steps. "Waiting on the fabricator to finish so I can back to work. Need to eat."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda hadn't gone home from the mansion since the monitor incident. It seemed simplest to stay here. Especially if Tony was going to insist upon being 'the hero' and damaging himself. It hadn't really occured to her that she could just *fix* him and be done with it; something made more sense about leaving him to heal more naturally. But his drug haze had had to go. It was impeding upon everyone's ability to get work done.

She'd found herself in the library, curled up in a wingback chair, with a hot cocoa on the table beside her, and a book in her lap. Not that she's gotten much reading done. It was as much a prop for relaxation as anything. There were any number of deep thoughts running through her brain. Like why was her father still running around with all his powers? And had he really made a change for the better?

It didn't bear thinking about.

When Dane comes in, she looks up from her reverie and offers the faintest of smiles. "Oh. No, you do not disturb. It is quiet here. Perfect for thinking. But also perfect to sit and enjoy company, yes? You look tired. How does the work go?"

She, herself, is useless with tech. Plug and play had totally been made for people like her.

Black Knight has posed:
"A little." He says with patented Dane Whitman bravado. "I building a tighter casing. It does not do for radiation to ruin the work we did." His tone is quiet and regretful. "Also, someone has changed the specs he wants given some new technology. Reworking some connections and the like." He sinks into a chair, and then pulls his beer bottle out from under his chair. He holds it out towards her. "Want a part of my sandwich or to share my beer?" Share the beer. He's totally going to drink some of it.

    He rests his head on his hand and looks at her. "You need one of my horses to get you home?" He asks it quietly. "Pack up some things? I'm stuck here, but you do not have to be. I am just glad I had some stuff here. Otherwise I would be the smelly knight."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
There's a light laugh from Wanda. "Oh, I am able to return home. I can be where I wish. No. It is I wish to be here. At least for now."

She smiles again and closes the book in her lap, setting it over on the table beside her drink.

"By someone, you mean, Tony, yes? Always he is with the better ideas. Like a child sometimes, I think. But also brilliant. And you, you are not so well as you pretend." She nods her head to him, almost in a tsking manner. "I will share your sandwich, and maybe the beer, but first you must promise not to tell me stories. It is a deal?"

Black Knight has posed:
    "Wanda, I have a cursed sword that wants me to kill everyone. I live and die by telling stories." Even as he pooh-poohs her, albeit gently, he lets her in. He doesn't talk about it much. He considers her and he pops the top on the beer, and settles it closer towards Wanda. He pushes a hand through his hair. He considers her for a moment. "Can you accept that sometimes I don't want to talk?" It is a candid look and tone as he clears his throat. "I'm exhausted, and yes, Tony is an asshole." Plainly spoken, dane continues, "He is a gifted scientist and inventor, but I'm not him. I'm talented, I'm really good, but I cannot make power armor in a cave out of scraps." He scoots over a little to let her sit down.

    He looks awkward. "Everyone is glad you are back."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
"Everyone?" she asks of the sword. That comes with a gentle quirk of brow, and the mildest of amusement.

Wanda nods, though, and points to the chair nearest her rather than coming over to join him. "Come. Sit. Much nicer than the tables. They are good for maps and to study. Chairs are much better to sit and talk. Or to be company." Her way of saying that, yes, she can accept he may not always wish to talk. She's lived her life with silent spaces. She can accept more.

"Ah, see? Tony would not argue your words. I suppose I still have the luxury of kindness there. As for you, you are your own brilliance. We are not all Tony. The world would be too terribly boring. He sees things along a path that is not straight and wanders through planes. But we need people like you, no? Who see along straight lines. You make it so the Tonys of the world can exist. You mark the trails they use to find home again."

Black Knight has posed:
    Wearily getting up and picking up his things. "Tell that bit about straight lines to my ego. I've gotten used to being my own boss. The petty part of me is thinking about raising the price on a license I was going to offer him on a bit of technology I patented." Dane moves over ably. He's lucky that the Avengers have such comprehensive and thorough medical facilities. He's taken grievous injuries, and he has very few scars to show for them. As he sinks into the chair, he puts the plate on the table. he pushes the beer over to her first. He sighs softly in the chair. He regards her.

    The admission is quiet. "Everyone." he agrees quietly. He sounds sad. "The Ebony Blade would happily end the world. It wasn't meant to be that way. It just got too used to the blood." His brows knit.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda waits until he's sat down to speak again. "You do what it is that would make you happy. Every day, it is your face you must look at in the mirror. Please that face."

Her smile for him is gentlee, and she reaches over to take a half of the sandwich, as they'd agreed. Peering at it to see what it is she's about to eat.

"I would ask if there was no way to merely discard it. Or offer to take it from you. I do know a place it could be. But I suppose that is not the actual answer. Some things are best to be learned by yourself, no? It is.. how is the story?" She ponders a moment. "It is like the pilgrimage, yes? The journey is long and hard, because it is not where you are going that is the matter, it is what you learn along the way about yourself. It is how the soul grows."

Her hed ducks and she looks away. "That is what the alchemists sought, you know. To transform the soul. To make it more divine. Only now I talk about silly things, when you have a sword that wishes to harm those you care about."

She looks over again, "It was good to come back. I had forgotten how much I missed everyone."

Black Knight has posed:
    "It became my responsibility when I picked it up. It deemed me worthy. All the other men in my family who touched it went mad shortly thereafter. I am apparently more stubborn than they were." Dane replies. "Even if you hid it away, the sword and I would still be linked, and it might find my child, should I have one, and corrupt him before I knew it, if I parted from it. It is safer in my possession; the world is safer, if I am being honest. Just remember me as I was, if I ever succumb to it, please?" It is chock full of vegetables. Lettuce, tomato, cucumber, some shredded carrots, chopped raw spinach. The meat is very lean, thin sliced steak. Medium well. It is utterly safe, and there is no dressing. It's really about as healthy as a hot sandwich can be. He regards her. "I don't think you are talking about silly things at all,, Wanda. You are trying to teach me something, to impart a little nugget of wisdom into my thick skull, and to give me perspective and piece. Seems noble to me. Admirable."
    he takes a big bite, and though he blushes a little, he is too busy politely chewing to break the silence.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda listens quietly, pausing when he is finished to chew thoughtfully upon a bite of sandwich. "I do not always understand how it is that we carry the weights of others upon us. You worry about an unborn son. I worry about my father. And always it is just that we are ourselves, and they are them.. their lives are not ours." She smiles softly, and nods, giving a small sigh. "And we are us. Always to worry about them even though they are not us. How could we be otherwise?"

Another of those soft laughs follows, "So much deep. Not so much help to make you less weary. Come, tell me about your project. Or something pleasing."

Black Knight has posed:
    "Well. It is a data aggregator. It will connect to other existing assets and transmit that data to us." He pauses, and takes a swig of beer before pushing it over towards Wanda. "I'm not making a spy satellite. I am merely fabricating a telecommunications platform to tap into the orbital net..." He pauses. "It's basically just a cell phone that calls other satellites and transmits their information to us."

    He looks frustrated with himself. "That was the most belabored explanation... regardless!" Dane spares her a small, slight smile. "It will let us see what some of our favorite rogue nations are doing during this global communications blackout."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
He can likely see it, how most of that is just fluttering over her head, and how she listens attentively anyway. Nodding where appropriate. Trying hard to hide the amusement she holds, and failing. When he speaks of cell phones, there's a flicker of understanding that's clear an apparent. "Ah. So you are playing telephone." All inherent with the amusment that comes with that very child's game - how a message comes from one place, and carries along the line of children repeating it in whispers from one to another until it reaches the end of the line in a garbled form of the original.

Black Knight has posed:
    "yes. Just hopefully higher fidelity telephone." Dane agrees, a little more grim-sounding than he means to. He takes a bite from his sandwich and chews it very thoughtfully for a long moment as he considers the implications. After wiping his mouth off with a napkin,, Dane settles his gaze on her, his eyes seeking out hers. "Why leave, and why come back?" It sounds like it is important to him, though just why is perhaps a mystery.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
There's another thoughtful of sandwich before she speaks again. "I have no good answers to why I left. Only I felt.. do you know how sometimes a video is? Where the sound and the picture do not meet? That's how I felt. Like I was watching my life a beat off. I needed to think. To be quiet. So I left."

There's a soft and easy rise and fall of her shoulders before she continues, glance dropped.

"I returned after I heard what my father had done. It was selfish to have run away like that."

Black Knight has posed:
    "A family legacy of death and madness. I can relate. I can also relate to wanting to avoid it and just... be you. Not Scarlet Witch. Not the Black Knight. Just Wanda, or Dane. I mean, I don't want to be Wanda. I Mean I am sure it is nice and all. Likely soft. Smells good." Oh my god, why can't he stop talking? Dane stuffs sammitch in his mouth. Mmm. Sammitch. He very carefully, with exaggerated thoroughness takes a big bite and chews it with equal care. Afterwards, he has a nice long drink from the beer.