7161/It's not you, it's me.

It's not you, it's me.
Date of Scene:	07 April 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Thor was all, 'Hey you!' and Silver was all, 'whut?!' and Thor was like, 'I was a jerk!' and Silver was all, 'Totally.'
Cast of Characters:	Silver Sable, Thor

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Silver Sable has posed:
Silver Sable International has several corporate locatiosn around the world. One of them is the New York building, three full floors in a skyscraper in downtown New York. It's one of the few places in the city with an accessible helipad. A Huey helicopter lingers on the yellow 'H' on the tarmac.

Silver herself is in the executive offices. Her suite takes up a corner view and overlooks the city and the island of Manhattan. The main office is large, with high ceilings, soft tans and pink colors, and a very minimal aesthetic. The secondary office is more of a workspace annex, a smaller room with dark old woods and lots of green carpet. Silver's in this second office with the connecting portal ajar, workin on something related to the corporate interests. A sleek grey pantsuit with white blouse makes for relatively modest attire, though the fine material and exceptional cut speaks of it being much more carefully made than an off-the-rack garment.

Thor has posed:
    The Asgardian's arrival to most was worthy of little remark. He had taken the precaution to set down some two blocks away atop one of the nearby parking buildings that provided exorbitantly priced spaces for those who needed to conduct their business in the Financial District. Nobody noticed him as he made the descent, nor as he strolled, umbrella in hand, down those steps.
    It was the parking attendant, however, who first said without looking up, "That'll be thirty two fifty, buddy."
    Only for the jovial Thunderer to respond, "I do not have a car." Though he offers a pleasant smile, free of charge.
    It left the parking employee a bit confused as he looked off after the tall blond man with the strapless eye-patch, but then he shrugged and went back to reading the Post.
    Once out on the sidewalk, the baseball cap performed admirable duty in keeping him semi-incognito. At least in the two minutes it took him to stroll to the Sable International building. Into the foyer, to reception. He'll advance on the first friendly face and address them with a smile, "Hello, I would share words with Lady Sablinova. If she is unavailable then I would make an appointment."

Silver Sable has posed:
Thor's escorted along politely enough. No one's rude. No one tells him where to go, though. He's led along from one checkpoint to another. Someone finally confirms he's probably who he says he is, and he's led to the doors of Silver's office. Her secretary's briefed, and the assistant examines Thor with a probing once-over to check for weapons. Silver's buzzed, and then Thor's let inside the office.

SHe emerges from the sideroom to the vestibule of the office, and flashes a tight but pleased smile at Thor. "Lord Thunderer," she says, respectfully, and ducks her head in a ghosting suggestion of a curtsey. "How nice to see you in this part of town. Is this a social call or business?"

Thor has posed:
    "Social, Lady Sablinova." He sets his umbrella down next to the door or upon a coat rack or hook should one be available, then turns to her. He looks slightly more fashionable than he usually does, wearing a chosen ensemble that had been recommended to him some time ago by a teammate. Upon him it did subtly class up the normally hobo chic he sported. Jeans that actually fit, a jacket tailored for him, and a black t-shirt that was neither too tight nor too large.
    "The way I behaved and left things previously, it weighed upon me such that I was given to reflection." He straightens up to his full height, brow furrowing as he seems set to accept what admonishment might be sent his way. "I did you ill with our discussion of faith and then allowed myself to take umbrage and misuse you rather poorly."
    A pause, then he adds. "I would offer redress."

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver's mouth works in surprise. "I... that is overly generous of you, my Lord," she murmurs. She looks a little embarassed at being the beneficiary of his blunt charity. "I do not feel particularly angry or insulted. Symkarian women are not known for being prone to bursts of distemper. Strong spirits make fools of us all," she muses.

Her eyes flash once with an amused, silent laugh. "And if I am not mistaken, *I* threw the drinking glass at you. If anyone owes an apology, it is me."

Thor has posed:
    "From my words there are none who would have faulted you if you threw the entire bottle as well." Thor then gestures with one hand towards a suitable seating arrangement and quirks an eyebrow as he says, "If I may?" And should she not object he will move over to settle into a seat, resting upon its edge with his elbows upon his knees and his fingers interlaced thoughtfully.
    Cocking an eyebrow at her curiously he says, "I had been giving too much thought to the matters of courtship, and it was the height of boorishness to all in one sitting do damage to your way of belief, to speak casually of relationships, then confess to you the impression you had made upon me. It was a coarse rude thing to so take a sentiment that should have been granted with warmth and a strength of regard, and instead turn it to a blade with which to lash out."
    A breath is taken as he straightens up, "I did mean what I said, for you are an exceptional woman, Lady Sablinova. And I had spoken with an old friend who told me that perhaps I was doing a disservice to those near me to be so focused on fitting the world into this limited lens through which I was viewing it. I should, perhaps simply view life as it comes, and see what is before me."
    He slaps his hands upon his thighs and says, "So!" Thor smiles gently, "Perhaps in the future we may yet be friends, and in truth I would like that. Though, for now, if you wished to take exception to my horrid manner you would be well within your rights to call upon a second and offer challenge. I would be bidden to accept."

Silver Sable has posed:
"I'll... decline the challenge," Silver says, wryly. It covers a stunned response and the faint pinking of her proud cheekbones. Thor's words are eloquent if archaic, and flow with a strenghth and sincerity.

She invites him to sit, hastily, and moves to a globe nearby. It proves to be a small wet bar and she transfers ice to lowball glases, drops in a wedge of lime, and offers Thor a pour of vodka and sets up one for herself.

"To friendship and beyond, my Lord," she proposes with a smile, and offers a toast before sipping her vodka.

Thor has posed:
    "You are very kind, Lady Sablinova." He answers to her declining of the challenge, and then when she brings forth the glass and the vodka, then advanes the toast he'll answer with a faint clink against her glass. "To friendship and beyond, my Lady."
    With that done he tilts the glass back and takes a nice swallow of the vodka, then holds his breath for a time as he considers the glass, then the bottle. Finally back to her he then gestures, towards her with his glass while smiling though his cheeks catch a hint of crimson from the drink. "You have taken a weight off my mind, and for that I thank you."
    He sits up a little more easily, not quite as on the literal edge of his seat. "But now, tell me what has passed for you and if there is any way I can be of service."

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver sits down at the seat adjacent to Thor. It's angle so they look at each other obliquely, without sitting face to face. She crosses her legs towards him and leans his direction while he speaks, eyes intent and alert.

"I met one of your countrymen," she tells Thor. "The Valkyrie. It was... another strange moment. The mundane and the profound all at one. We had a drink and talked about motorcycles. She seems very ... approachable. Suggested we should spend some time working together somehow. I. ... am a little unsure what her intentions are. But we've resolved to attend an operation at some point to see each other in battle. I'm excited," she confesses. "The Valkyrie are peerless warriors."

Thor has posed:
    Thor's eyes widen a touch and he points at Silver as he asks her, "Vintridr?" But then his brow furrows as she elaborates on the description and his lip twists upwards slightly, "Ah, that sounds more like Brunnehilde." And his expression slips a little bemused though with a touch of wryness to it.
    "She is only recently returned to the Valkyr. But were it not for her Asgard's people would have met their fate with their homeland, so I owe her much."
    There's a nod given at her latter words as well and he murmurs, "She is a woman who has lost much in her time, and so she lives life to the fullest in many ways. You could do much worse in choice of friends."
    There's a beat, then he adds, "She was also quite the bounty hunter. Even captured me once." But that is perhaps a tale for another time lest she presses.

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver waits a pregnant beat, then prompts Thor with a nod. The nod turns into a wagging of her chin and her fingers splay outwards, flexing to encourage him to continue. The lean mercenary leans forward, elbows on her knees, and looks up at Thor with a brief but charming smile.

"You can't possibly expect me to overlook what a promising story that is," she tells Thor, laughing once. "Why was there a bounty on you? And why was-- it was Brunnehilde," she confirms, "-- why was she sent to pursue you?"

Thor has posed:
    "Ah," Thor says, that exclamation hanging there for a time as he straightens up and draws in a deep breath, that faux reluctant look that is seen to just about any storyteller worth their salt just before they embark on a retelling.
    "Well, as to that." He uncurls a hand and leans to the side a touch closer so he can speak to her as if terribly conspiratorial. He spreads his hands out as if trying to get her to hold on while he orders his thoughts, then interlaces them before him. "It was moments before Ragnarok. You see."
    A slightly sad smile is seen there as he speaks, trying to relay the tale without allowing the memories to touch the sorrow beneath. "My father was dying, and he had come here, to Midgard. My brother and I found him, and he spoke to us with his last words, shared what wisdom he had for each of us... and then when he passed, it was then that Malekith struck."
    His brow knits a little, then he looks back. "We fought him, though we were like children facing a great beast. He tore Mjolnir from me, cast my brother away, and as Heimdall sought to bring me home he was able to enter the stream of the Bifrost and gave me a great blow."
    The words come with a steady rhythm, emphasis clear on the poetic moments to impart the needed impact.
    "Consciousness fled from me and I was only aware that I was falling. Through the darkness of space, through the wild that lies beneath, through a passage of such madness that I was unsure if I were alive or dead."
    He straightens up a little, uncurling a hand towards her as he speaks, the gesture of ages old rhetoric asking her to take what he says for true with just that movement. "I awoke amongst the refuse of many worlds, a place where all the things that were lost were found from countless planes. And as I awoke I was set upon by a pack of brigands who would have done me ill."

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver listens with rapt fascination, hanging onto Thor's words. And why wouldn't she? Symkaria's a nation with a strong oral traditions. Myths and legends frequently shared around oil lamps, told and retold. And Thor is a thoroughly entertaining storyteller, as only someone from such a culture as Asgard can be. It's a place where skalds are admired, almost revered for their skill with words and music.

She sips her vodka again and nods at all the appropriate points, prompting Thor to continue at his leisure.

Thor has posed:
    "And then," He says with a little stronger of a smile, "As if out of nowhere, this warrior woman strode purposefully down the ramp of her ship." He leaves out the part where she stumbled drunkenly and fell, but continues. "And she told those men... that they had no claim to me. That I was her quarry."
    His lip twitches a bit as he uncurls his hand upwards to signal a heightening of the moment. "The bandits disagreed and weapons were drawn, and Bryn set upon them with a flurry of movement. And in but a few moments they were all laid low, fallen."
    His eyebrows lift and he smiles, faintly self-deprecating as he offers, "And that is when she used her weapon to disable me, it felt as if one of my own lightning bolts had been turned upon me." He gives a single nod, "Then, with me in tow, she brought me to her master and sold me to him as a warrior to be used in the Great Arena of Sakaar. I swore revenge upon her of course." He adds those last two words as if he had no choice.
    "But then she helped me in my attempt to escape after my great battle with Sakaar's champion. But that... is a tale for another time."

Silver Sable has posed:
"Disabled?" Silver makes sure she's using that word correctly, and her smile turns to a grin at Thor. "That's ... unexpected. I shall have to ask her about that in greater detail." She shifts and sits back at the end of the story and cheers him with her glass silently. The mercenary curls an ankle under her thigh, sitting on her calf. Careful that her stilettos don't scratch the furniture, though.

"I understand New Asgard has started taking visitors?" she inquires of him. "I'd very much like to see it someday, if it's not inconvenient or unwelcome," she hastens to add. "Perhaps Sable International should set up a consultancy there as well. We're happy to offer diplomatic and security consulting services, as I'm sure you have no lack of Einherjar," she says with a smile.

Thor has posed:
    "If you had the wish to visit you would be welcome," Thor says openly as he sets his glass down upon the table that's beside his seat, then shfits his posture to be more directly facing her with his weight upon the arm of the chair. "As for setting up an office there, I do not know that we would offer you much in the way in activity or opportunities. Though we have opened an embassy row for the ambassadors who have been arriving."
    "It might not be very profitable, but I would very much enjoy your company." The tall blond smiles a bit as he says, "It would be reason enough to celebrate and as you likely well know, our people do not need much of an excuse to do so. But this would be well-warranted."
    He does, however, reach into his pocket and withdraws a Kordtech cellular data device and turns it to face her after swiping the front of the screen. It displays the notepad app on the top of it with just a few lines written in the app that proclaim prominently,

    // YOUR NUMBER IS XXX-XXX-XXXX! //

    "If you need to get in contact with me, this is my code number. It will allow you to speak directly with me." He nods sagely as if imparting some great wisdom to her.

Silver Sable has posed:
"Getting digits from a deity," Silver mutters, in Symkarian. And well under her breath. Her expression is patently bemused, and she reaches to her belt for a clipped cell phone. It's unlocked with a swipe of her thumb-- StarkTech's modern high-security line-- and she programs Thor into her phone. The number's saved as well.

"I look forward to a visit, Lord Thor," she assures him. "I've been all over the world. I'm curious to see what Asgard looks like now that it's been brought to Earth as well."

Thor has posed:
    "Oh, it's beautiful." Thor says without much hesitation, then adds with a half-smile, "Though, I may be a touch biased." And as he says that he rests his hands upon the arms of the chair and starts to push himself to sitting up straighter.
    "But, I should most likely allow you to return to your efforts of the day. You have been kind to entertain me during the business hours." He then nods as a warmth touches his features as he murmurs, "And kind to not hold ill will against me for the past."
    "Thank you," He says with some measure of solemnity, as if it was a formal rite passed and granted.

Silver Sable has posed:
"Thank you, my Lord," Silver assures Thor. "I am humbled and grateful to be worthy of such attention. I hope I can see you again soon,' she bids him, and offers to walk Thor not just to the office doors, but out to the elevators of the building itself to see the God of Thunder properly away.