965/Who doesn't like chinese food

Who doesn't like chinese food
Date of Scene:	15 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	343, Spider-Woman (Drew)

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Tempest (343) has posed:
    This part of town isn't the nicest, but it's also not the worst. Still limousines are not the most common of sights rolling down the street. Especially one that is boasting a diplomatic license plate and Atlantean flags for the country origin. The limo comes to a stop in front of Wo Hop City. The door opens before the driver can get out and Garth steps out wearing his civvies. Well as much of civvies as a professional cut business suit can be. The suit is a charcoal purple to offset his violet eyes, immaculately tailored, and does very nice things for the broad shouldered and muscular young man. Taking off his jacket he slings it over his left shoulder hooked on two fingers and begins to loosen his tie, stripping that off and stuffing it into a pocket as he makes his way towards the driver. Working the top two buttons of his silk button up shirt loose he leans over and speaks to the driver. "It's ok Max. You go home, take the night off, spend some time with the family." He smiles, "I'll let you know if I need you to pick me up from the UN tomorrow. These meetings are..." He rolls his eyes and makes a disgruntled sound. "Either way, enjoy your night." He lightly thumps the top of the limo which causes it to bounce on it's shocks a bit before he steps onto the sidewalk and takes a deep breath of the air through his nose, "Ahh... freedom." Garth says to nobody at all.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Far more common a sight in Chinatown is a fancy little crotch rocket, this one red and black, with chrome accents on it, and it is currently sitting in the mouth of an alleyway, not far from where the Limo just drove past.

Perched atop that Motorcycle, sitting in a little lounge that would be awkward for many is Jess, her leather jacket undone and open, showing her snug white tee off, her glasses pushed up onto her forehead, and in her hand is a take-out box of chinese food full of peking duck, or something. Jess' chopsticks pause mid shovel of duck into her mouth as she watches that Limo go past, and she starts to lean forward a little to peer out onto the street to see just who is getting out of that fancy car.

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Garth takes a look up and down the sidewalk, studying the people he is not a part of, not really and then picks a direction and begins to walk. As fate would have it he starts in the direction of the alley his limo had drove past and towards the woman in riding leathers perched on her motorcycle in such fashion. Violet eyes take in the sight and he smiles, but she might notice he's more focused on her takeout than anything else. "Did you get that from Wo Hop City?" Garth asks and then Jessica hears (quite clearly) the sound of a bullet being slid into a chamber on a rooftop nearby. She'll also notice the red dot of a laser scope appear on Garth's chest over where his heart clearly should be even if Garth himself doesn't notice it.
    Meanwhile, the oblivious violet eyed youth continues with his conversation about dinner. "I've heard it's the best place to eat Chinese in the city and it's open 24 hours a day." He chuckles, "Or maybe it's just the best place to eat chinese that /is/ open 24 hours a day. I'm not really sure."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
A person might be suprised at just how hard you can throw a chopstick when you have the strength of Spider-Woman behind it, which is exactly what happens when Jess's super keen hearing hear's the sound of a chambering bullet, the box holding her peking duck in it goes flying, almost comically into the air, food flying across the alleyway as she then does a leap into a cartwheel towards Garth, intent on landing atop him and taking him to the ground that would leave her astride him in no doubt an awkward position.

All of this happens almost as if in slow motion, the projectile chopstick with a bit of duck speared through it is not terribly balanced, causing it to not be thrown perfectly and may or may not hit the gunman, and all that Jessica has to say as this is all happening is, "Nah.. the Peking Duck House."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    It's pretty fair to say that probably nobody was expecting that to happen. Except maybe Jessica since she is the one performing the maneuvers. Garth is certainly caught off balance as he was completely distracted by the sudden fling of chop sticks and the carton going up in the air, "That good huh?" At least that's what Garth was going to say before he is suddenly pounced by Jessica Drew! Could he have resisted the woman's weight coming at him? Probably. If he were prepared for it which he certainly wasn't. Instead his suit jacket goes flying as his arms windmill at having been cartwheeled down to the ground out of nowhere. He hits with a solid thud but perhaps unusually isn't stunned, doesn't have the wind knocked out of him, or seems otherwise affected by it other than the fact that he's now on his back and looking up at Jessica who is above him in that awkward position...

    Which also brings the gunman into Garth's sight. Of course the gunman wasn't expecting that either, and he certainly wasn't expecting to get a chopstick with a piece of duck on the end of it launched at his face. The gunman recoiling after getting hit between the eyes by the chopstick and duck, and ducksauce stings when it's in the eyes. Grabbing his rifle he decides to try and escape and Garth frowns, "What is it with all the guns in this city?" He asks, "I mean not that I mind but..." After all, there are worse things to be looking up at than Jessica for sure. Of course his suit will likely never be the same again after contact with Chinatown alleyway.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Welcome to america, Land of the Free, home of the high caliber sniper rifle." Jessica says from her perch astride Tempest, her hand goes to close her jacket top, pull her glasses down, "Sit tight!" She says to Atlantean as she hops off of him and goes sprinting off across the street.

Leap.. flip.. cling.. roll, a few quick moves take Spider-Woman from street to rooftops in a blur as she attempts to get into a position to catch sight of the would be assassin once again, "Don't run!" She calls, "You'll only be tired when I catch you!"

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Suddenly left laying on the ground without even a Jessica Drew atop him Garth sighs and looks skywards, not that any stars make it through the NYC lights down to this depth. "You'd think people who wanted to kill me would know bullets don't work on me..." He says to nobody in particular, glancing down at himself and he begins to straighten his clothing as best he can while sitting still as directed.

    The gunman of course runs, he's not particular hard to catch sight of as he goes running across the rooftop heading for a fire escape. There's nothing superhuman about the gunmans speed, he doesn't even move like he's particularly trained well. In fact... perhaps the opposite. The camo fatigues are clearly army surplus, and not urban so the green doesn't help all that much either. When he realizes he's being chased /that/ quickly he does the only stupid thing he can. He pulls out a grenade and pulls the pin, "You come any closer and I'll drop it! I ain't 'fraid to die!" The gunman tells Spider-Woman.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
The lack of training, and the lack of speed makes it particularly easy for Spider-Woman to make it ahead of the would be assassin, clinging to the building opposite the Fire escape he had been running to, one hand and both her feet clinging to it, knees bent, and front towards him. "Really?? A Hand Grenade?" she exclaims, eyes rolling, luckily hidden behind her mask/goggles she wears.

Jess's hand extends a little, kind of mimicing Spiderman's web slinging gesture, "Think my web shooters can glue that to your hand faster then you can let go of the grenade?" she asks, "My money's on my web shooters." Of course, she doesn't actually have webshooters, "Now, the police may have to take your hand, for safety reasons if I do win, and you know how well a one handed guy does in prison, right? So save us both some trouble and stick that little pin right back in."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    "'E ain't even human!" The would be sniper shouts at Spider-Woman. "You know what they did to San Diego! What do we do? Nothin'! We just let 'em get 'way with it!" He's clearly working himself up, probably trying to push past the idea of going to prison with one hand. "Yer gonna have to kill me! Make me a martyr for the cause!" He goes to drop the grenade. Of course with her senses it's easy to read the muscles in his hand to do whatever it is she's going to do.

    Meanwhile down in the alleyway Garth finally sits up and climbs to his feet, "What are you thinking Garth? Like she's going to come back and pick up where she left off..." He admonishes himself and goes to pick up his coat. His own senses are better than normal as well so when he hears all that going up top he sighs and then jumps up into the air, clearing the rooftop and then coming down to land on the rooftop behind the would be gunman. Not that he'll get there before Jessica makes her move though.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Oh. My. God." Jessica states with emphasis. "Nobody ever wants to do it the easy way!" She exclaims, when she notices the man's release of the grenade is imminent she shoots him with a blast of green energy, a low voltage setting, enough to stun him. "You win, I don't shoot webs."

She leaps forward shortly after, using that moment of the man's muscles all tensing to position herself to catch the grenade, roll onto her back, then fling it with all her spidery might up into the sky.. "I really was enjoying that duck."

Somewhere in the sky over New York City, a small explosion briefly casts illumination down on the city below.

Tempest (343) has posed:
    The man goes down all stunned just like Jessica planned and the grenade is easily dealt with way up in the air like that. The would be gunman lays on the ground and twitches occasionally but isn't going to be moving anytime soon. Crisis averted. All that's left is calling the cops and getting the man down to ground level.

    Garth tracks the movements of the grenade until it explodes and then walks forwards to look down at the gunman and Jessica Drew, "We didn't do that, by the way." He says solemnly to the stunned gunman who no doubt wouldn't believe him anyways. Reaching down with one hand to Jessica the violet eyed man smiles, "Let me buy you dinner, it's the least I can do for you saving my life." (Or at least my shirt.)Oo. Garth thinks while offering the help up. "I'm Garth." Tempest introduces himself.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"You know the funny thing? This Nutjob's little group is out of Bowling Green Kentucky, they're afraid you guys are going to raise the ocean and sink their town." Jessica says, reaching to take the hand up, then brushing off her backside, "Spider-Woman, at your service." She says to the Ambassador, flashing a winsome smile as she reaches up to turn her goggles back into sunglasses mode, moving to produce a pair of disposable cuffs, which she procedes to cuff the Nutjob with. "And how could I say no to that? My old dinner's probably being eaten by Chinatown rats right about now.."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    "That'd take some doing... sinking Kentucky... I mean that's several hundred feet above sea level." Garth notes with a shake of his head but he smiles when she accepts his offer of buying her dinner. "Spider-Woman? There's an awful lot of spider people out and about in New York isn't there." He comments conversationally with a smile. With the nutjob securely bound and cuffed Garth reaches down with one hand and picks the stunned and cuffed man up off the ground. "Sort of like the Bat people of Gotham, but spider style." Slinging the man over one shoulder in a half fire-man's carry Garth walks over towards the alley way they both came from, "Let's just hope nobody's trying to steal your bike too. People can be... opportunistic." He then steps off the edge of the building and drops down into the alley falling several stories before landing easily. "You said that was Peking Duck House right?" He asks, fully expecting Jessica to be able to get down just as easily. "You want more of that or something else? Price is no object, though I don't suggest anything gold leafed. I have no idea why anyone thinks Gold belongs on something we eat..."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica tags along beside the Atlantean, "You know what surprises me most out of all this?" she asks as she comes to the edge of the rooftop, watching Tempest leap down before she follows, albiet more gracefully and acrobatically, bouncing from wall to wall of the alley as easily as if she were walking down a flight of stairs, "That he even know what the word Martyr meant." She continues as if the transition from rooftop to street level never happened.

"The bike'll be fine though, it's got one of those biometric ignitions on it, and I would have heard someone messing with it anyway. I think Peking Duck House is probaly closed, we can go find someplace else though. Is that what brought you all the way to Chinatown? Some Kung Pao Chicken?"

Tempest (343) has posed:
    "I was hoping for some eel actually..." Garth says in response to the question, accepting her answer about the bike without comment. "Or maybe some fried calamari. As you can imagine it's hard to cook several thousand feet under the ocean and there's not that much variety to the flavors." He pulls out his phone with his free hand and dials the hotline for criminal pickup after vigilante. "Would be sniper, subdued and at..." He looks for the street signs, gives the address and then hangs up. "You don't mind if we leave the would be martyr here? I'd rather this not turn into an international incident. The paperwork..." He smiles, "And Martyr is all self righteous, that's something these types seem to pick up on I gather. It's a lot flashier and draws more attention to their 'cause'. Might even make the news that way."

    Brushing his hands off Garth says, "Alright, I guess we'll find out if it's the best chinese in the city, or just the best that can be had 24 hours." He gestures down the street towards the aforementioned chinese place but then he frowns, "Actually... should probably go somewhere further than that if we don't want to have to deal with police." He considers, "Any ideas?"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Oh, yeah, we can leave him hanging around." Jess agrees, "Lemme take care of him." She reaches out to take hold of Bowling Green Bubba, and goes to tie him to a street lamp, adding some extra zip cuffs for extra measure, searching him for any extra grenades in the process. "It's like a budget Spiderman arrest." She says as she heads over towards the Atlantean again, "Really? Seafood? If I lived on a diet of raw seaweed and fish every day I'd be after some cow, or some chicken at least. Maybe a cheeseburger and fries?" she shrugs her shoulders, "You're paying, we can go wherever you want to."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Apparently he only had the one grenade. The 'sniper' rifle is actually a 30-06 hunting rifle which is still more than deadly enough for most people. The laser scope of course is for those dangerous deer and other game. Big hunter he is. Stunned as he was, he won't be difficult for the police to deal with but without any more grenades, and gun laws being what they are... He probably won't be put away for that long depending on his lawyer.

    Garth rolls his broad shoulders in a little bit of a shrug, "It's a nice variety just being cooked and spiced." He admits, "Not that I am against a burger or chicken." He actually blushes a bit around the collar and cheeks, "But I guess when you're used to the variety of foods up here it might seem a bit restrictive." He considers, "Well, I was hoping you would pick, being you know the area and the surface foods better than me." He admits, "But... I hear French food is pretty good... though I guess it would be approaching breakfast time in Paris right about now..." He snaps his fingers, "Got it." And he looks over at her bike, "Think there's a decent Dairy King nearby? I have been almost hooked on fries and milkshakes ever since I was shown them."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
The rifle is grabbed, and bent into a nice necklace shape, left around Bubba's neck before she steps back, "There, perfect." Jess says after a moment, turning her attention back to Garth now fully, her hand reaches into her pocket and she produces a smart phone, tapping at it, "I love Dairy Queen's french fries." She says matter of factly, "There's one not far away, over on 14th street." she holds up the phone and turns the screen towards him, "Shall we?"

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Garth chuckles when the gun is bent into a near circle and he smiles, "Absolutely." Taking a look at the smart phone and the directions he looks at the street signs to get his bearings. Then he offers her an arm without thinking about it and it's not until he has done so that he stops and clears his throat with another blush, "Sorry, wasn't thinking." He lets the arm fall to his side unless she takes it which would be really surprising before they start off towards the nearby Dairy Queen. "So it's Dairy Queen?" He asks, trying to start up conversation, "Don't know why I thought it was King..."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
A little brow arches, and a well practiced look is cast as the arm is lifted, a well practiced manuever it would seem, her looks fades when the arm is dropped again and she flashes a smile, "Oh yeah, no, A lot of people make that mistake, my friend tells me it's a symptom of the patriarchy that invades our popular culture.. yadda yadda yadda, but really, you were probably mistaking her for the Burger King really, or mixing them up I guess. Just remember, Dairy comes from cows, cows come from udders, udders are on the ladies and you'll have it memorized in no time."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    "It's a bad habit from work." Garth explains at the look, "I deal with a lot of people who put a lot into such things. I didn't mean anything by it." He reaches a hand up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, "Oh. Right. Burger King." He latches onto the change in conversation, "What's an udder?" He asks curiously, clearly not as practiced in surface culture as he should be in some ways. "I honestly need to get more used to surface culture and foods. My team mates do their best but even where I'm from I'm an uncultured barbarian in a lot of ways."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica's finger raises at the question about udders, and just sort of points at the applicable part of her own anatomy for reference, leaving any further words hanging as she walks along with Tempest in the direction of either their respective vehicles, or the resturaunt itself. "You know, I feel the exact same way sometimes.. then I meet some of them and.. woah, am I a normal, well adjusted woman. I mean.. there's some real stiffs in my line of work, let me tell you..." She of course, leaves it at that, not actually telling anything.

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Considering that Garth's driver had already taken off before the scuffle, it's either ride on the bike or walk and walk seems much less embarassing for having just met so that's what it seems the Atlantean is going to do. It'll be a few minutes before the cops arrive and that's plenty of time to get a few blocks away before the police get on the scene. "Oh. Right." He says after looking where she was clearly pointing, "Cows have weird biology if that's where they come from." He says completely seriously. "Everyone at the UN is either unfailingly polite, or rude. There's no real middle ground. Everyone has their own agenda and it's difficult trying to figure out why it's all so... self absorbed." He mentions, talking about work, "But then I remember how Arthur can be, and I realize everyone's pretty much afraid. They're afraid for their people and it's hard for them to come together because they fear they'll somehow lose themselves. Arthur is very driven with concern when it comes to our people. I just can't figure out why he made /me/ Ambassador of all people." Fortunately before he can get to into the politics of it, they've made their way to the Dairy Queen. Just like he offered his arm before, Garth goes to open the door for Spider-Woman unless she wants to beat him to it.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
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"UUUUgh." Jessica says as she reaches to push the door open first, stepping in first as well, "I can think of literally nothing worse then being stuck in meeting after meeting with diplomats, politicians, and beaurocrats all day.." She says, unsecuring her jacket and pushing her glasses up atop her head as she heads over towards the counter, "Deluxe Bacon Cheeseburger, with large fries, and a large cotton candy blizzard." She orders, glancing over towards Garth next and stepping back, "You must be either incredibly patient, or incredibly frustrated all the time." She will continue talking as he gets his chance to order food now, "Or both I suppose. How bad is it really, all of the constant meetings and paperwork, and treaty negotiations?"

Tempest (343) has posed:
    "I don't go every day. Only when there's a special assembly that might affect us. We're pretty well removed from most surface business." Garth says after following her in, a small smile on his face at her insistance to doing everything for herself. "It is pretty frustrating. Not a lot gets done honestly but Arthur demands we have a voice there so we are recognized as a global power." He looks at the menu, "Umm. Same. Except a..." He pauses, brow wrinkling in thought for a few moments and then his expression clears as he remembers, "Heath blizzard." He reaches into a pocket to pull out a credit card to pay with. It's a black card with no bank branding on it. "But yes, it can be very frustrating." He smiles, "Sometimes it's easier to imagine them all as schools of fish all competing over the same food. Makes more sense then." He pauses, "I think it also helps to I guess normalize us, if we're part of the United Nations then we're more easily identified as 'people' and not something alien."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Oh, I get their motivations." Jess says as she takes her drink cup and heads over towards the soda machine, "That's the easy stuff, and the sort of things they'll do to make sure they get their fishfood." She adds, sliding her cup under the 'cola' slot and pressing the button. "It's the endless talking and talking and talking that would drive me up the wall, literally." She says as her mouth continues to motor on. "Especially with how two-faced most of it must be when they say it. When you say that sort of stuff, does it strike you just how ironic it is when you're saying it, or does it all sound righteous and justified?" the cup is shifted, a few ice cubes plopped into the cup, then off to the lids where she caps it and spears the little star slot with a straw. "I mean, you have to know on a certain level that half of what your'e saying is just what they want to hear, or at least what you want them to hear, right?"

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Garth is quiet, more than willing to listen and let her talk and voice her opinion while she gets her soda. He himself gets whatever sort of fruit punch they have in the machine. "I don't actually talk very often." Garth admits, "I'm just, there, a presence." He considers, "It's easier for everyone when I don't. I'm not a statesman and they know that if I really wanted to... I could destroy the whole building without to much effort. So when I do speak it kind of unsettles everyone. Like I was a great white shark suddenly amidst them." He sighs softly, "I frighten them. They know that Atlantis is powerful and unknown. I remind them that they're really not in control of much."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"That doesn't sound like much of a diplomatic stance you guys have there." Jessica says as she heads back over to wait for the food to be prepared, taking a sip from her soda as she lounges a little against a divider wall. "More like intimidation strong man tactics. I mean, most of them are stodgy old men, they'll be intimidated by anything that's foreign, female, or in half of their cases, brown." She says with a shrug of her shoulders, "So I'm sure it's less your intent then the hard cold reality of it. It must be kinda trying huh? I bet you're like a real fish out of water in there."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    "I don't make policy." Garth mentions uncomfortably, "Arthur is very clear. To do something against Atlantis is to invite War." He grimaces a bit, "Fortunately, we're really far away from practically everybody else and it'd be tough to attack us so there's that. Most of the time I am just forgotten. Most of the time I don't even need to show up. It's /worse/ when Arthur goes in person." He considers, "But, intimidation is a real thing regardless. Just like Russia with all their tanks, all the nuclear powers, the United States and it's huge military might. I try to offer aid but... I think that scares them to. It's easier when we're forgotten and not reminded we can reach the surface." He moves to take up a position at the same divider wall but doesn't really lean against it just being where they can converse easily. "What would you do in my position?" He asks curiously.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"You mean, in the position as the Ambassador to the UN of a crazy underwater kingdom that may or may not be able to sink the city of San Diego under the water?" Jessica asks as she takes another slurp from her drink, "Or do you mean, stuck in a terrible job I wasn't super thrilled about but did out of respect of my friend and a sense of obligation and duty?" she asks, taking a few moments to think on it, "Probably quit, I mean, don't get me wrong, I can get through a lot, deal with some hardships, lack of sleep, plenty of tough things, but that is not the job for me."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Garth can't help but chuckle, "Can't quit. I mean I could, but I just think it'd be worse if anyone else took the job." He takes a drink of his fruit punch to give him a moment to think and to just enjoy the drink. Finally his violet eyes lift back up towards hers and he lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "What kind of hero would I be if I gave up just because it was something I didn't like doing? I'm just glad that it doesn't take up all my time. I don't know if I could handle that. The way it is now I at least occasionally get to risk my life saving the planet, get in fist fights with super villains, stop crazy powerful necromancers from taking over the world... stuff like that can be pretty good stress relief." He smiles wryly.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Oh, you are not wrong!" Jessica exclaims, "There's something theuraputic about punching some jackhole dressed in a giant Salmon costume's face in when he's spouting on about how 'Spawning Season is Upon Us, and all humans shall die!' or whatever the theme of the week is, am I right??" she says, it's about then that the order's are brought up and Jessica goes to grab the tray's, handing off his as she starts her way towards the condiment dispenser, dolloping out a paper cup of ketchup before heading off towards one of the booths.

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Garth just stands there, holding his tray in stunned silence when she exclaims about the 'villain of the week'. He blinks a few times and then hurries to catch up, forgetting or choosing not to get any ketchup or other condiments on the way. "That really happened to you?" He asks, "That's apalling... I..." He frowns, brow beetling angrily, "No wonder surface dwellers both fear and hate us... that..." He clenches his jaw tightly, still frowning. "I just..." Apparently, Jessica has broken Garth's ability to communicate with that one.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Well, not specifically, But you know the type, The Mighty Mantelope, Killer Koala, The Goat." Jessica spouts off a few random animal themed villains, who may or may not actually exist as she dumps her fries out on the little disposable placement on her tray before dipping several in a clump into her ketchup. "These villains all need gimmicks, and a costume or whatever because they think people will take them more seriously that way, or maybe it's really the only way to be able to rob a bank or a jewelry store these days.. dressed as a clown, I mean." She shrugs her shoulders, stuffing french fries into her mouth.

Tempest (343) has posed:
    It takes Garth a few moments to realize she wasn't actually being serious and then he 'Ohs' and smiles a bit sheepishly, "I guess so. I don't have a lot of experience with that kind of crime fighting." He admits and gets a french fry to dip into his blizzard before eating it with a pleased 'mmm' at the flavor and combination of salty and sweet. "I'm more used to aliens, ancient monsters, and Gods... Oh that and attacks from other Atlanteans. I wish it was all peaceful under the sea but... it's not like that cartoon with talking lobsters and fish." He smiles a little wryly, "I also don't understand why anyone with powers would rob a bank. It'd be easier to just make a lot of money going corporate."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Oh, I don't usually either." Jess says, shaking her head faintly, "Usually bigger fish to fry, and it's kind of a waste of my talents to chase after those sorts of D-Listers." she says with a little grin, reaching to start unwrapping her burger next, taking a big bite from it, munching it down a little, "But that doesn't make it not fun or Therapeutic to punch these guys and throw them off into jail from time to time." She adds, "But yeah, don't usually go out looking for those sorts of fights most nights."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    "Then I guess I will thank your desire for duck in saving my shirt from bullet holes." Garth says with a chuckle, finally reaching for his burger after he's had more than a few fries. He chews and swallows, setting the burger back down as he reaches for a napkin to wipe his mouth and hands with. "So what team are you on?" He asks curiously. "Usually the big stuff takes a team. Even Kryptonians and Gods can't handle everything alone." He considers, "Is there a Spider team you're on? I don't know that much about the surface teams."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica Drew takes another bite from her burger, holding up a 'just a second' finger at him as she chews then swallows, reaching into the pocket of her jacket to fish out a leather billfold looking thing which she flips open.

On the billfold is an ID, a picture of Spider-Woman, in her mask and everything, with the name listed as 'Spider-Woman' and a bunch of other stuff, and the big 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' insignia emblazoned on it.

Jess wipes her mouth with her sleeve, "Oh, we got intel that Bubba Ray was planning some kind of hit back there." She says, "Anti Meta sorta thing, whatever. Instagram, believe it or not. So I was kinda watching him all day, was curious to see who he was going to be going after, didn't exactly anticipate a foreign dignitary, to be honest." She says with a little shrug of her shoulders.

Tempest (343) has posed:
    Garth raises an eyebrow at the badge and all of that. "I am now more concerned as to how they knew I was going to Chinatown now." His own burger is forgotten, a purplexed look on his face. "Not that I am that worried about attacks on myself, but if they tried to use something larger than a rifle then there could be innocents at risk because of me." He frowns more and then takes the spoon for his blizzard and takes a bite, still looking thoughtful. "I hope they didn't threaten Max... no he didn't know where I was going that much in advance... /I/ didn't even know I was going to Chinatown until after the days assembly."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Maybe he didn't have a specific person in mind he was going to shoot." Jess says as she takes the id and stuffs it back into her pocket as she lounges back, "Or maybe one of your ancient alien gods is out there reading people's minds or something and tracking your movements. I doubt Cletus there was sophisticated enough to slip a tracking device on your car or anything like that. Most likely he was just out looking for someone to shoot and you were the first one that came by, it usually is the simplest explanation afterall."

Tempest (343) has posed:
    "Maybe." Garth says softly. "I wonder if he would have had a different reason in his head if it weren't an Atlantean." He looks thoughtful and then frowns, "I hope that the authorities can use him to get some more of them in that case. I thought he was just an outlier." He shakes his head sadly and then takes another bite from his burger. Still holding it he notes, "What do they hope to gain by attempting such things? I am well used to... discrimination. To my people my eyes make me cursed after all... but I still don't understand what they hope to accomplish with hate."

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"Hate is a powerful tool and motivator." Jessi says in response to that, finishing off her burger shortly after with a couple more big bites, swallowing it and grabbing her napkin to dab off. "He probably watches a lot of that hate show guy, what's his name, G3 or something?" she says with a little shrug of her shoulders, "All just theory of course, but you should be fine, he'll be chatted with regarding his motives, that you can be assured of."

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    Garth falls into silence for a time to finish eating his meal and then finishes off his drink for the most part leaving just his blizzard. "I'm not worried about me." He says with a small sad smile, "I'm not so easily disposed of. If I was I don't think I'd last very long in this profession." He considers, "We've all got our tricks of the trade yes? I'm more worried about their next target, who might not be bulletproof." He considers, "I wish we had met under different circumstances Spider-Woman, but I am glad we met regardless. Would you like a portal back to your bike?" He asks before he starts gathering his tray up to dispose of the refuse of his dinner.

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Jessica Drew shakes her head, "Nah, I'll walk back, anyway I'd like to finish my blizzard before I have to hop on and get back home, ya know?" she says, grabbing more fries and dabbing them in ketchup, then her mouth. "Thanks for the offer though. And I'm sure someone will be in touch with you if there is a more serious problem directed at you folk. It was nice meeting you too, by the way! Sorry about your suit!"

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    "What?" Garth asks in confusion about his suit, but then he can't really look and see what the alley did to the back of his shirt or his pants for that matter. When he goes to put on his coat though he does notice what happened to it and chuckles, "Oh. It's nothing to worry about. I'll get it cleaned or get a new one if I have to." He is apparently not concerned about the price of the suit, which is likely quite expensive. "If you ever need any help I would happily offer my assistance." He considers, "I'm sure S.H.I.E.L.D. knows how to find me or contact me if need be. Fortunately most Atlanteans can't breathe air anymore, so threats like the one today won't pose much danger to my people. Small comforts." He bows his head politely, "I hope our next meeting is less violent." He gestures with one hand, mist forming out of nowhere as his eyes glow with brilliant violet power and the mist forms into a circle, spinning rapidly before it starts to glow and a circular doorway offers a glimpse of Poseidonis. "Have a good night." And then he steps through and is gone, mist fading rapidly to nothingness when he is on the other side.