6961/Mutant Town Cleanup

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Mutant Town Cleanup
Date of Scene: 19 March 2019
Location: Mutant Town
Synopsis: Bryn and Warren meet in Mutant Town. Coffee and Pie ensues!
Cast of Characters: Valkyrie, Archangel




Valkyrie has posed:
Still wandering Midgard, Bryn finds herself back in Mutant Town. There's something about haters of ANY kind that really grates on the valkyrie, especially those who express themselves with guns. The short, dark woman has gone native, in black leather with jeans and a metal-band tshirt. She's also more alert today, and has finally stopped hauling around a personal bottle of hard liquor. Standing in a doorway of a rundown apartment complex, she leans against the frame with arms folded while watching the passers-by on the street.

Archangel has posed:
Most of those in Mutant Town - despite knowing that they are among their own kind - tend to try to hide their mutations from the world. It's just the way it is. Be it upbringing, pride, fear. Warren was one of those that did the same. Now? The location that Bryn is standing in front of is about to have visitors. Pulling up on the street are a few vehicles, and as the people are getting out, they're looking around. Curiousity, apprehension. The nice business suits and skirts stand out in the milling city streets.

They're waiting for someone, and he makes his entrance. A shadow above them - a man with wings, as Warren cuts his speed and makes his way to the sidewalk. The full sixteen feet of his wings is on display for a moment as he makes his landing. Dressed in a tailored Dolce and Gabban suit, it's cut specifically for his wings as he adjusts his tie. "Good morning." he greets. "This is the Rockman's Apartments. One of the many tentaments in Mutant Town. And for too long, this is how people believe that my kind should live." comes the address to the group. "This is going to my first investment in taking back Mutant Town and returning it to how it should be. Look around. Get a feel for it. And get a feel for how it should be. Not the prison without walls - but a place where those with the extraordinary can strive to be what they /want/ to be."

He steps away from the group to let them talk amongst themselves as he notices the young woman standing in the doorway and gives her a polite nod, and a warm smile.

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn lifts a brow, a slight head-tilt the only other sign of life or attention. All those vehicles? The nice suits? Not normal for this neighborhood, at least not since she's been haunting it. She spots the shadow overhead, already tsking softly as Warren lands.

Those dark eyes are watching him openly, her lips pulled back into a half-smile. A shrug of her shoulder pushes her away from the building, her stride loose and casual as she moves slowly towards him. "Could you -BE- any more conspicuous, love?" she asks casually, her accent likely difficult to place. Waving an index finger around in a lazy circle, she adds. "Any minute now, the haters with guns are gonna roll in. But you just carry on with your meeting. I've got it."

Right. This girl is, like, five and a half feet tall on tiptoes.

Archangel has posed:
There's a small chuckle that comes from Warren as Bryn addresses him. "In this area? It's a given." he responds, as he glances down the street. "I have been fighting that type since these first developed. And trust me, men with guns? The least of them." In reaction to Bryn, Warren's wings give an annoyed little flick, the techno-organic constructs very much seeming to have a life of their own.

Then he turns his attention skywards. "That's where the true threat will come." he says to her, a tug on his suit jacket. "Our very government and their sanctioned concentration camp guards." he rumbles softly. "Change has to be made somewhere. And it will start here." His attention turns to the dynamic young woman as his arms settle across his chest for a moment. "But yes. If there were to be trouble - I'm sure you have it." There's a wink of a gorgeous sky blue eye at her.

And he might actually believe her - Warren tends to never underestimate anymore.

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn shifts her weight, cocking one hip as she regards the winged man. Looking up. "So you're from around here, then, are you?" she asks casually. "Got sort of an upstate accent going, unless I miss my guess." Her attention goes to the wings for a moment. She points towards them, nodding once. "But THOSE are unique. Not that the rest of you isn't, of course."

Her gaze follows his upward, weight shifting to the other side for a moment. "You mean the flying robots, right? Forget what they're called; never had much use for the news channels. I can't fly, but I'll make do. So you're here for some kind of rally, then?"

Archangel has posed:
"Not from around here, neccessarily." Though he catches onto Bryn's flirt and chuckles. "They're part of me, you can always give them a tug to make sure." comes Warren's response, and then his wings spread slightly, as if showing off for her. "They sometimes have a mind of their own, I swear." shaking his head, he gives a chuff of amusement, before she returns his attention to the skies.

"Sentinels. That what Trask calls them. And they are making him very rich in the name of fear, bigotry, and segregation." he rumbles. "I hope I can fly with these things." he comments flatly, before a slight clearing of a throat interrupts him.

"Mister Worthington?"

Turning his attention back to the group that was waiting for him, he notices a slightly older man. "Yes, Mister Williams?" he asks, a lifgt of a blonde brow.

"We thought over your proposal. And we think it's a noble one. We know that you want to help. But this isn't the kind of thing that your father's company..."

"My company." Warren corrects.

"Right.. your company. It's not what we do, Warren. We improve aircraft. Fuel. We don't build. It's not what we're geared towards." he tries to explain, which brings a frown to Warren's face.

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn unfolds her arms, reaching out as if seriously considering whether to take him up on his offer to touch the wings. "Sentinels. Right." Yeah, she remembers now. The short woman steps slowly closer as his attention is caught by the meeting again. She angles over to where she can see both parties as well.

And before he can respond, she answers first. Not like she was invited, of course. "So what you're sayin' is that you're not gonna let HIS company stand up to fear, bigotry and segregation? That all these people should just brace themselves and prepare to be wiped out the next time a flock of..." she looks to Warren, snapping her fingers a couple of times. "...Sentinels, flies over and starts shooting. That it? Suppose someone actually DOES take a stand, here? Take a stand and wipe those buggers out. What then?"

Archangel has posed:
Warren was just about to respond, when Bryn speaks up so elegantly. A chuff of amusement comes from him, as the older board member bristles. "Mister Worthington, this is better discussed in the board room!" he manages, stammering in his speech and red-faced at the accusation. He looks between the two. "With the rest of the board. This.." he gestures to the building. "..can be handled better than just /buying/ it. There's the upkeep and the repairs, and then where do we stop? Do you want us to buy all of Mutant Town?"

"It's not a bad idea..." Warren muses, glancing towards Bryn. "What would you do?" he asks her curiously. Hey, she spoke up, she might as well be given the spotlight for the moment.

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn steps slowly closer, not intimidated in the least by the expensive suits and presumably-fancy titles. She squints at the older board member for a moment, then looks back to Warren. "For starters, I'd replace THIS lot with a group that's maybe -got- a pair between the bunch of 'em."

Ignorning the board for the moment, she addresses Warren solely. "Seriously? These are your so-called advisors?" She shrugs, then. "Look. I don't have much of ahead for business, but I know a few things about people. Give them just a -chance- to show what they're made of, and I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised. Right now, though? They haven't got a snowball's chance in Muspelheim."

Archangel has posed:
"Young lady, you aren't part of this meeting." says Mister Williams when he visibly blanches at Bryn's comments. And when it becomes clear that Warren's not going to defend them, he bristles. "We are under contract with the Worthington Foundation until Warren..." he says the name as if addressing a child. "..decides to stop his globetrotting as a super-hero and settle down to just run the business. And until such time, we have the final say in what the company's funds are used for. This is not something we are going to do, Warren. But we will make a donation in the Foundation's name to the appropriate charity." With that, Mister Williams and the board are husting off to their cars to get the hell out of the neighborhood before Bryn flips their car or something.

Warren's wings stand up, the tips of them flashing silver as the group leaves. For a brief flash, there's a blue hue to his screen. "Gutless, spineless.. they should be culled and replaced.." he rumbles darkly, before forcing it all down and he takes back on the more angelic appearance of his human form. "We're going to have /words/." Called to the retreating cars, his attention returns to Bryn. "I didn't catch your name." he says with a chuckle. "Though your beauty only seems to make your firey attitude better."

Valkyrie has posed:
"I didn't give it." the woman offers, simply. "But call me Bryn. And I'll do the culling if you're ready to do the replacing." This is said even as the cars pull away. The wings distract her again, and this time she -does- manage to brush a few metallic feathers with her fingers.

"You're a bit overdressed for this neighborhood, but I wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee and a piece of pie. Fred's has really good pie."

She turns towards the diner, then asks. "So those really work? For flying, I mean, not just looking pretty."

Archangel has posed:
The feathers feel real in this form - soft and downy. Probably the best pillow ever. "They do an excellent job of running the company. And they are probably right. But there should be more we can do here. For each other. But they're scared. Any company that starts business in Mutant Town is frowned upon in the markets. Which is why they don't exactly embrace me as the owner." Warren lets out a breath, "And as long as they do the other things they need to do, I still want to keep them around."

"A pleasure, Bryn. I'm Warren. And yes. They are very functional. Do you want me to pick you up and fly you around? That'll cost more than a cup of coffee and a piece of pie." There's a grin towards her before he tucks his wings back to allow Bryn to lead the way to Fred's. "You don't really know who I am?" he asks curiously. "I'm used to being noticed, and this is actually.. refreshing."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn shakes her head slowly, grinning up at the tall, angelic businessman. "Not a clue, I'm afraid. Don't watch the news, much. Caught the 'Worthington' bit, though. Have to check you out, now." She does step closer, sizing him up while considering the offer.

"When I fly, I'm not usually picked up and carried. I'd want to sit on your back and steer with my knees, but I'm not sure you'd be exactly okay with that." Reaching out again, her fingers rub his lapel and she grins. "Pretty sure it wouldn't do your suit any good, either."

Archangel has posed:
"It seems that your idea of checking me out is not pulling up my web profile." Warren responds as he watches Bryn at work - though the admiration and observation is mutual of the young seeming woman. The remark about riding brings an all-out laugh, warm and deep as he feels the gentle tug on his lapel. "You make it sound like a suit would be involved." he quips back, before shaking his head.

"Though now I know how a prized horse feels when it's rider is first deciding upon it as a mount. Want to make sure my teeth are straight?" he asks her teasingly, his arm brushing against her shoulder, a hand reaching to tuck against her cheek as he walks with her

Valkyrie has posed:
"I never check a horse's teeth before the first ride." Bryn offers casually. "A suit would be involved? You have one of those fancy, superhero-type fighting suits? I've seen one or two around here. Great way to draw attention to yourself, I'd say."

Walking along with him, when his arm brushes her shoulder she rolls it to return the favor. Her hand flies up when he reaches to brush her cheek, but she checks the motion at the last moment. "So are your dental records online, then?"

Archangel has posed:
He notices the motion and he withdraws his hand, as Warren chuckles. "You're not from around here, then." he says, catching on to something as he opens the door to the cafe to let her in first. "Costumes? They're supposed to inspire, you know. Draw hope or something like that. I think that someone just thought guys and girls that look good in skintight spandex should flaunt it." he responds with a shrug.

"Pretty much anything is online if you want to find it. Everything from cat videoes to sex tapes." he rolls his eyes. "Just depends on what you're looking for."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn chuckles at his response, but knows enough to wait while he holds the door for her. "Costumes that inspire. Yeah, I know the concept alright." Stepping inside, she gives a wave to the waitress and looks around for a table. "But I'm from further up north. Much further."

She turns to look at him, then. "What do cat videos have to do with sex tapes? And no, there isn't any punch-line; it's a question." Spotting a table near the window, she leads the way.

Archangel has posed:
"Way up north? I usually expect blonde hair from that far north. Not a complaint." Warren responds as he steps into the cafe after Bryn, then shakes his head. "Just almost thing you want to find. But I get the feeling that you're familiar with all of that." He heads to the bar, to ask for a stool. "The chairs here aren't exactly made for my wings. Unless you want a booth so you can lean against them." There's a smirk at that.

"See any place to sit that you want?" he asks, following her lead as he glances towards the pies on display

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn pauses on her way to the table, chuckling as she looks at his wings. "Hadn't thought of that. Wings and chairs, I mean." she offers, finding a table and setting one of the chairs aside to make room for the stool. "You're normally this familiar with women, aren't you? Guy like you in a suit like that is probably used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it."

She settles into a chair, then. "Except his way with the Board, that is. Pie here is excellent, by the way. I've become something of a regular these days. Kept a few misplaced youths from busting up the place."

Archangel has posed:
"Have to make up for it somehow. And if I recall, you were the one checking me out." Warren responds to Bryn as he sets down the stool to settle upon it, tucking his wings behind him. "Though you make it sound as though I'm trying to have you. Could just be getting to know you better." he offers with an innocent spread of his hands. They both know he doesn't mean it, but it sounds cute.

"Which one would you suggest, then, since you're the expert?" As he asks this, the waitress comes by to get their order. She would be a normal teenager if it wasn't for the fact that she has small metallic scales for her skin. "Coffee, I don't use cream and sugar, but my companion might."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn gives a light snort at that, stretching her legs out under the table. "Yeah, you keep coming back to that." she replies. "Me checking you out, I mean. I'm -sure- it was only one-way, too." Settling, she doesn't look at the menu before replying.

"The apple pie is good. With ice cream, for me. Coffee with sugar." Bryn turns back towards Warren, then. "You sure you want to get to know me better? That's a really long story."

Archangel has posed:
"Oh, I by no means didn't say it wasn't a mutual admiration." Warren responds. "I'll have the same pie, thanks." he offers to the waitress, before his attention turns back to Bryn. "I was definetly checking you out." There's a shrug of his shoulders. "Who wouldn't notice an atractive woman coming to his aid and then asking him out?" His wings give a little shake as he gets comfortable and he lets out a sigh of breath. "It's nice. To just enjoy this, you know?"

"And I don't mind long stories. My own isn't all that short either." Though not like centuries, as hers probably is.

Valkyrie has posed:
    The dark woman flashes a grin at his admission. "Yeaaaah, you were." she replies knowingly. Leaning an arm on the back of the chair beside her, she considers for a moment. "How well-read are you on mythology? Norse, preferrably. Because my story follows a lot like some of those."

Archangel has posed:
"I know of New Asgard. The school I help support just had a recent trip there." One that wasn't sanctioned at all, but Warren's not going to mention that part. "I've done some reading on Thor and the like. Are you a Valkhyrie, then?" he asks with a curious lift of a brow. And a tone in his voice that she is not the first one that he's met in his life. "I didn't realize that they only get more attractive."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn watches him as he explains, and when he mentions Thor she unsnaps the wrist cuff of her leather jacket. The right one. She doesn't push it up, however. Her expression becomes more serious, then. "You've visited New Asgard and you've read about Thor, Loki, Odin, and the rest. That's to your credit. Tell me what you know about the Valkhyrie. And choose your words carefully."

All this, and she still dodges the question.

Archangel has posed:
"I know one of the students - former students - at the school I was at was made into one. Or at least held her powers." Though he hasn't heard from Dani Moonstar in a while. There's a lift of Warren's brow. If she's preparing for a fight, it doesn't show on the mutant's face exactly what his reaction will be. "As for the rest - I know of what I read - they visit those in the last moments of their lives that have been chosen worthy of a place in Valhallah, and that they enjoy a good battle almost as much as they enjoy a good drink." And that's when the pies and coffee arrive.

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn considers for a moment. "Dani Moonstar..." she muses softly, as if remembering. Looking back to him, then, she nods. "You know the stories well, Warren. It has always been the ancient duty of the Valkyrior to select the souls of the most valiant, the most worthy, and transport them to Valhalla. Asgard has been destroyed and Valhalla has been moved, but that does not diminish the duty."

She pushes the sleeve up past the elbow, then, showing a tattoo on the inside of her right forearm. It's a stylized 'V' with wings at the top, the point descending like a dagger. "I am also searching for worthy recruits like Dani. Our numbers were thinned greatly at Ragnarok."

Archangel has posed:
"May I?" And if she allows, Warren will reach over, touching the tattoo and tracing his fingers along it. "Well, I have the wings right, but nothing else." A rumbling chuff of laugheter comes from him as he withdraws his hand, brushing her palm before returning to the pie. "I have heard stories of what happened there - but nothing that was first hand. If you want to talk about it, I will listen. But I'm not going to force, and that may be a third date activity." A tease brushes his voice as he considers.

"I didn't get the wings until I was thirteen. And I hated them. Hated me. I wanted to be a normal kid. I didn't want to be a mutant. My parents scorned me. They tried to hide what I was. It took a long time for me to get used to what I am. Even longer to embrace it. Maybe just a blink of an eye for you.. but I'm still getting to the acceptance. They were taken from me and replaced. I was made into an instrument of destruction.. and just now back to being myself."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn allows the touch, her exposed skin soft while the tattoo is slightly raised. "The details are full of glory and death, triumph and tragedy, victory and loss." she replies in a soft voice. "Definitely third date material." smirk. Bryn draws her hand back and pushes the sleeve down, pausing to take a sip of coffee.

"Wings were taken and replaced." she echoes. "Sounds to me like you skipped straight to loss and death. That's a lot of darkness for a mortal."

Archangel has posed:
"What, only demi-gods and gods are allowed to have epic tales that may take time to tell over multiple dates?" Warren responds. "It could have just been the teaser trailer of my life, after all. As we agreed. Third date material." The smirk is returned as he tucks into the pie.

"So how were you chosen?" he asks curiously. "In my case, it was just the genetic lottery - but did you do some epic idea or quest to draw the atention of Odin to bring you into the ranks?"

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn sips her coffee, then reaches to cut a bite of pie with her fork. "I was one of the first women to take up arms in Asgard. I was the one who convinced Odin to honor the slain warriors, and he made me the first Valkyrja. From that time on, I was charged not only with my duty but also with the duty of selecting others to join me and become my sisters."

She regards him more closely, then. "So you are one of these mutants that I protect." Not like she seems surprised.

Archangel has posed:
"Then I am before royalty?" Warren asks with a lift of his brow and a grin. "Don't think I've ever dated a demi-goddess." Giving the woman a wink, he continues to work on his own pie, keeping his legs mainly to himself beneath the table as he considers the woman across from him.

"I assure you, though. Most of us mutants can also take care of themselves." A smirk is offered as he continies to eat. "Even us that wear nice suits."

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn laughs, and it's a short, barking sound. "Thor is royalty." she corrects, working on her own pie. "I've just had the benefit of long life." Among other things, to be sure. "I've seen a few mutants fight the haters, yeah. They have a lot of spirit, this lot." Which may be why she's here as well.

Archangel has posed:
"That they do. They want to make this their own. That's what I was hoping to get the board to see. But it's clear that they are not going to do things how I want them done." Warren sighs at that, leaning back in thought. "Which means I will need to find another way to get what I want out of my own company - without stepping on toes."

Valkyrie has posed:
"The board is short-sighted." Bryn offers. "But that is your battlefield, not mine. I can only keep this neighborhood safe." Which, granted, is no mean feat by itself. "Let me know if you ever need someone at your back."

Archangel has posed:
"You seemed to do much better by my side. But if you wanted to check out my rear, you only had to ask." Warren responds as he finishes off his pie and uses a napkin to clean up before he reaches for his wallet to pay for the meal. "Do I get to pick the place we dine at next time, or was this a one time thing?" he asks curiously of her.

Valkyrie has posed:
Bryn laughs softly at that. "I meant to -guard- it, not to check it out." she replies, gaze lowering all the same. She finishes her pie about the same time, taking a deep drink of coffee. "You can pick next time." she replies with a nod. "Nothing too fancy, however."

Archangel has posed:
"Scared to wear a dress?" Warren asks with a lift of his brow. "I'll keep that in mind." Finishing off his own coffee, he sets down the mug as he rises to his feet. Placing a few bills on the table, he takes out a card and a pen and writes his number on it. "Don't know if you have a number. But that's my direct line. Call me when you want to go out again." Hopefully sooner, than later. With that, he's rising to his feet and departing.