7218/Back to drinking

Back to drinking
Date of Scene:	12 April 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Martian Manhunter, Arella Despana

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Martian Manhunter has posed:
Not that much time has passed since J'onn left Josie's, going back to the watchtower for some monitor supervising, but an absolute absence of anything to do, plus the emptying of a couple of packages of oreo, left him in the mood of going back to Earth. Remembering the atmosphere of Josie's and obviously liking it, he lands lightly in the back halley of the bar, now in the shape of a tall and athletic caucasian man in somewhat average but well kept clothes. Once his feet touch the ground, and once he is sure noone can remember seeing a man appearing from apparently nowhere, he moves through the back door of Josie's, an almost empty place now due to the definitely late time.

Arella Despana has posed:
At the bar is a living spectacle. Arella Despana sits drinking at the bar deeply involved in her computations on a modified tablet. The scant crowd are paying attention to her in a discrete way. She is plainly not human. Blue grey skin, pointed ears, white stringy hair and over large green eyes. She is a Svartalfar, a Dark Elf, a creature of legend. Arella has achieved some notoriety after crashing in to Canada with her ship and being released from Alpha Flights custody in to a position in at all places Lex Corp. She is too involved in her drink and her computations to notice J'onn's entry.

Martian Manhunter has posed:
J'onn notices the non-human sitting at the bar almost instantly, and he would have even without using all his nine senses to do a quick scan of the room. Trying to recall both the lore about what particular creature, as well as the knowledge about the specific person, once he gets a good and discrete look at her, J'onn walks to the bar and calmly takes a seat to the woman's right. Since she seems busy, for now, he just addresses Josie with a smile and a "can I have a, hm, grand marnier if you have it?" and then waits till Josie prepares the alcoholic beverage.

Arella Despana has posed:
"A mix of Cognac Brandy, essence of bitter orange and sugar," Arella Despana says without looking up from her tablet presumably as J'onn is served. As for what he might remember the Svartalfar were horrible antagonists to just about anyone who weren't Svartalfar. Arella was no exception - in fact five thousand years ago she was one of the worst. She even engendered fear in Malekith the Cursed. Her crimes were legendary and nightmarish in the pursuit of manufacturing weapons and cybernetically improving her own species. Now the Svartalfar are all but extinct and she is one of the last. They engaged in a mutually devastating war with the Asgard. Almost no Svartalfar are left alive and only a few thousand Asgard are left. Arella is drinking straight bourbon on the rocks.

Martian Manhunter has posed:
"made in 1880 by Alexandre Marnier-Lapostolle, soon to become one of the greatest liquors ever made, for some people..." J'onn adds to the comment, thanking Josie both with a smile and a bill to pay his drink. Taking the now full glass in his left hand, letting the hand wrap around the wole glass to raise its temperature with just a bit of shapeshifting of his palm, he brings the glass to his lips, inhaling deeply the aroma of the drink before taking a small sip. "you are definitely, a rare sight now aday..." he comments in a slightly lower voice

Arella Despana has posed:
"Take a looong look," Arella says not looking up from her work. "It's probably the last time you will see this particular brand of humanoid cryptid." She atkes a swig and gestures for another bourbon. "Good riddance I say," and even for a dour Svartalfar that is a dark statement. Arella herself is a strikingly attractive female specimen if one can get past her blue grey skin, white hair and pointy ears. Not a typical villain sort.

Martian Manhunter has posed:
J'onn takes another sip of liquor, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular, the image of the dark elf already committed to memory and his other senses already used to know what she is doing without the need of looking directly at her again. "I am not sure if I should answer with a, hopefully, or a maybe not... As far as I know, your kin usually means trouble. But" he pauses by sipping again from his glass "your comment could give someone something to think about.."

Arella Despana has posed:
Arella gets her new drink and closes her work before engaging more directly in conversation - paying attention to the man. "What is the 'something' my comment could cause 'someone' to think about?" Dour as they were Arella was considered to be one of the more sociable if not outright chatty members of her kind.

Martian Manhunter has posed:
J'onn places the now half full glass on the counter in front of him, closing his eyes for a moment as if savoring the taste of the liquor. "that means, that if you think you being a rare sight means you're one of the very few, and if you consider that to be a good riddance... Well, then surely there must be some worse dark elves out there." he replies calmly, maybe his not being shaken at all by the experience could be the only fault in his human impersonation right now. "what I mean is, that you probably would go up in scale from the, we need to protect the world from this creature, to the, maybe it is not just like all the others out there... Or at least, someone can still hope for the best."

Arella Despana has posed:
"There are few worse than me. Such as I was. Not am. And probably none left alive who have been worse than me. We are a finished question a deleted footnote. And that is an improvement. Let the dead rest." She sips her drink. "You are a little too knowledgable for a mere mortal human." She observes casually.

Martian Manhunter has posed:
J'onn raises his glass to his lips, taking his time to answer "I agree, partially." his telepathy expands, trying to reach Arella's mind, examining it quickly and very subtly. "being one of the last of a race that did some very, umpleasant things, can be both a curse and a bless... After all, you are the one deciding how you want to be remembered. If for your race's actions, your past actions, or your present ones". After another small sip of grand marnier, that brings the glass to a quarter full, he smiles as answer to the dark elf's casual statement "I might be a studious human, who knows... Or maybe something else entirely"

Arella Despana has posed:
"Perhaps I just want to be forgotten," Arella returns with an insightful barb. As for J'onn's real identity, "Indeed... who knows." Arella feigns a measure of disinterest. After all not everything was her business. She didn't like people looking in to hers.

Martian Manhunter has posed:
J'onn hmms, emptying his glass and then gently placing it on the counter, without asking for a refill though. Meanwile, he internally shifts slightly, so that the alcohol doesn't get to his blood affecting his currently human phisiology. "it is not easy to forget someone like you... Under all aspects, I'd say... So well, if you truly want to be forgotten, eh you'd have to change shape at the very least. But well, people here, at least the majority, don't even know what or who you were and are so at this point, maybe, you can forge a new persona?" he still tries to speak calmly, with both his hands now resting on the counter in front of him "it's not like you'll die anytime soon, so..."

Arella Despana has posed:
"Or die ever. We are not in the custom of dieing of old age my people. Probably why we are extinct." Arella finishes her drink. "I must get back to work. It is a pleasure meeting you?" She does not yet know the 'mans' name.

Martian Manhunter has posed:
"indeed." J'onn simply comments to the dying customs part, listening to the woman preparing to leave "Jon..." he gives the name of the person he happens to be shifted into, ahat also is close enough to his real name for some not really unwanted coincidence. "likewise a pleasure meeting you" and he purposefully avoid mentioning a name that he could or couldn't know. "hopefully I will see you again in the future, in spite of your possible claims, this was an intresting conversation." he then stands up, waiting for an eventual answer before leaving through the same back door from which he entered.