9030/Light and Dark in the afternoon

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Light and Dark in the afternoon
Date of Scene: 01 September 2019
Location: Central Park, Manhattan
Synopsis: Pizza, meeting and selfies with mooks!
Cast of Characters: Darkstar, Nightingale, Rave




Darkstar has posed:
Central Park in New York City is famous around the world. Even in Russia, where Drkstar is from. She's standing by a path, looking around the paths and the lawn. Darkstar's got on a suit today, Diplomat Lania is here. Not Darkstar right now. She's got a cellphone out and looks like she's here on official business. Or something close to it, but her suit is over her uniform as is.

Lania puts her phone into the suit pocket and says a few words under her breath in Russian, the sort of words she'd use for interesting reasons. She steps onto the grass and sits cross legged with her hands palms down on the grass, eyes half closed.

Nightingale has posed:
     The simple joy of a gorgeous afternoon is enough to lure many denizens out into the expanses of Central Park, whether on the ground--or in the air. One winged teen is no exception, her presence momentarily shielded by the glare of the sun behind her. She swoops down out of the sky to skin the treeline, seeing how close she can get before having to angle her flight back upwards once more. Success brings a peal of laughter, the tow-headed girl doing a little twirl in the air as she heads skywards once more, backwinging to slow down and hover, relishing simply being alive, and the pure delight the gift of flight can bring.

Rave has posed:
Rave was a US native, a musical prodigy certainly but otherwise he'd been the typical college student, out clubbing and partying plenty of the time...then she'd had her powers erupt publicly when she'd emerged as a meta and well... Life had never been the same. What rush could match literally rushing through the streets and across the world at hyperspeeds?

Few...but even she had to admit it was a close second to take a break an enjoy a good old-fashioned slice of pizza. A streak of glowing neon light crosses the park, springs over one of the benches and then? A blue-haired young woman is left sitting next to the fountain, opening the pizza box she'd sat down beside her. Clearly it worked up quite the hunger!

Darkstar has posed:
Laynia watches both as she's eying the flying girl, then the neon streak. She's making mental notes as she spots the pizza and gets up. Perahps, well, the neon streak will share? Laynia can but ask, which is what she does, strolling over Laynia asks in not quite perfect English. "You want share pizza?" she asks. Even though English is one of her strongest language, it's not perfect. She's trying, however.

Nightingale has posed:
     Mmmmm, pizza. Flying could work up quite an appetite, too, it seemed, for the winged girl dives down a little bit closer, to within earshot of the pair below. The fact that one of them was a neon streak not too long ago is not lost on her, however, and she does keep a healthy distance just in case. Not so apt to invite herself to share, she simply observes for a few moments longer, and ready to make a break for the skies if it becomes necessary. Perhaps she's learned a small bit of caution the hard way.

Rave has posed:
A blink, a tilt of her head. Super-speed is one thing, but she could still get distracted. She certainly wasn't dressed like any super or meta hero. Instead she was just some girl with bright blue hair in a pair of running shorts and a hoodie jacket with a slice of pizza in her hand. Tilting her head, the girl looks up at the requesting Russian. "Oh uh...sure. You're a fan of pepperoni right?"

Darkstar has posed:
Laynia nods pleased. "Da, Pepperoni good" she says as she smiles a little more. Pizza is good, really as she sits a little ways from Rave, as she watches everything going on. She's taking more mental notes with a smile, looking up she spies Shannon, watching her for a moment. All the while she's waiting on pizza as well. Looking over Rave, Laynia looks neutral, watching the speedster for a moment then her gaze is on the pizza. "What else on pizza?" she asks.

Nightingale has posed:
     Holy hell, that pizza smells good! At this distance, just a hint of the savory, spicy aroma of the pizza wafts up to the teen, and well... teens plus pizza usually equals a feeding frenzy! Or in this case, it sparks a bit of curiosity, and breaks the silence on her end. "Wow... smells really good! Where'd you get that, I might go get a bite myself!" Still, she does not draw any closer, not yet anyways.

Rave has posed:
"Cheese, lots of it, and a fair bit of garlic if I'm honest..." the Bluenette answers, tilting her head to the side before she takes a bite of her own before blinking a little as Shannon approaches. She blinks, tilting her head to the side before she moves the lift the box in offer. Why not? She could always go and get another, right. "Hope you're not allergic to anything."

Darkstar has posed:
The Russian nods then looks to the box and then the bluenette again. "Da, garlic, cheese,pepperoni. Good" she says then seems to brighten up. "May I?" she adds and smiles watching the pizza get bit into. She looks optimistic that it really will be good pizza, if the smell and ingreedient list is anything to go by.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon finally lands, kicking up a few stray bits of debris and leaves as she does. Folding in her wings behind her, she approaches the pair to nab her own slice of pizza--after all, it wasn't as if she'd invited herself, and it couldn't hurt to be polite, right? She laughs a little bit, reaching in for the smallest slice and raising it as if in a toast to the other two present. "Thank you." If one could find heaven on earth, it looks as if she's done just that, nibbling on the end of her slice. "Wow, this is good stuff!"

Rave has posed:
Smoothing out her skirt, Rave makes quick work of her pizza before she tilts her head to the side as she glances between Shannon and Darkstar. "So...Student visa or something?" she questions of the first and then glances towards the other, "And...mutant, right? Or a meta or whatever?" Awfully blunt, but the girl was an outed meta herself. Subtle had never really been an option.

Darkstar has posed:
"Diplomat. I am Laynia" Laynia says with a flourish to provide her ID. Russian passport, diplomatic ID, check. That's a good question, why is a Russian diplomat eating pizza with American people, not in an embassy or, or something? Laynia looks pleased at the pizza as she takes a slice and bites into it, closing her eyes to savor the taste, oh, it is good. Laynia gestures with the pizza slice to Shannon, "Da..is...is girl, ya? Student? Wings? Is she learn to fly?" she asks. It's hard enough to focus on English while distracted by pizza, and amazingly good pizza at that. She chews falling quiet, enjoying the taste. Oh the Winter Guard need to know about this, that's for sure!

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs a little and grins, nibbling on the pizza. It was incredibly good, and she wanted to enjoy it while it was still hot! It's also a bit messy, with the cheese stretching out a bit, to the tune of soft giggles. "Mutant. I'm not too bad at flying, but I guess there's always room to get better at it!" She doesn't say a word regarding any status as a student she might or might not have. "Laynia... that's a really pretty name. I'm Shannon." She smiles over to Rave, tilting her head. "What about you, what's your name?"

Rave has posed:
"Rave," the speedster offers, giving a little grin and then sweeping her hand through the air. A trail of glowing light hangs in its wake as she grins brightly. "Or at least, it's the one I prefer for obvious reasons...certainly more than 'Naria' anyway." A shrug of her shoulders, she looks back towards Laynia and tilts her head. "Diplomat huh? Are you supposed to have some big security detail or something? Am I about to get tackled?"

Darkstar has posed:
Laynia raises an eyebrow. "Tackled? Security? Nyet" she says with a gentle laugh to Rave then she goes into full on giggling with little snorts at Shannon. "You enjoying that, yes" she decides and wraps the cheese (that's in strings) around her finger, before licking it off again with a quick flick of her tongue. Watching them, Laynia is very much enjoying her pizza. She does have a security detail that is coming over, but Laynia speaks to them in Russian and they join Rave and Shannon for pizza, though they are keeping a watching distance to keep an eye on them both. Laynia calls over to them in Russian, it's not hard to imagine the two security guards being something like former KGB or thugs. But they are listening to Laynia though they say nothing, just standing several paces back, arms folded.

"Don't mind them. Security" Laynia says, motioning to them. "They take my safety seriously. I told them not to hurt you, that you are friendly" she says with a nod. Laynia gets it, she needs keeping safe, but she needs her freedom, too. It's a balancing act.

Nightingale has posed:
The guard detail does make Shannon a little bit uneasy, and by the dampening of her smile and her brows drawing together, one can guess her imagination might be running just a tiny bit wild. Just who was she breaking the proverbial bread with here? Was she possibly more than she seemed? Well, so long as the security detail kept their distance, it would not be too difficult for her to get away, should it become necessary.

The giggle-snorts from Laynia, however, do make her grin, relaxing just a little bit. Maybe caution was sensible, but for the moment there did not seem to be immediate danger. "Who couldn't enjoy pizza this good? Wish I could make stuff half so good as this!" Though she tilts her head curiously, listening to the cadence of spoken Russian, comprehension of the language is a bit beyond her at the moment, and she shakes her head a little bit.

Her eyebrows loft as she looks over at Rave, and she giggles a little bit. "Yeah, apt name there. How'd you do that? That's pretty cool." She gestures loosely to the trails of light from Rave's fingers, already fading into nothingness.

Rave has posed:
Guards and gunmen are similar enough that Rave wasn't too nervous, but then again she was probably just the overconfident sort. She actually gives a little giggle and points towards the guards. "Oh awesome! You have work appointed mooks? That's great!" Excited indeed, Rave actually fishes out her smartphone and snaps a selfie with the guards in the background, seemingly flickering across the space and then dropping back next to the pizza herself. There was almost certainly going to be a post somewhere captioned with 'Mooks!' later.

As if she'd never moved, Rave leans down to fish herself another piece of pizza with a grin. "I mean, probably the same way you fly."

Darkstar has posed:
Laynia raises an eyebrow at Rave then smiles. "Yes, work appointed mooks with guns" Laynia says with a slight giggle, though one of them comes over and says something in Russian. Laynia nods and takes a pizza slice for each of them, then gets up. "Sadly work calls" Laynia says and gives a litle wave. "It was nice meeting you both" she adds and begins to walk, then stops. She grips both the guards on the arm, stacking pizza in the crook of her elbow as there's a black portal that seems to open up, and Darkstar steps through it with the guards, the portal vanishing instantly. There she goes...but she'll be back.