Owner	Pose
Yondu Udonta	The towering form of St. Mary's Church has, perhaps, served as a sort of beacon. It's tall and looming, and it has a way of drawing folks to this particular park. The weather is a mixture of grey clouds and blue sky in patches here and there where the sun breaks through to shine down. It's the late afternoon, and though evening is approaching it isn't here yet. Sitting on a bench that's near to the cemetery is where Yondu happens to be. He wears a long oxblood coloured leather coat, a long-sleeved dark purple shirt, a white scarf knotted around his neck, a pair of black pants, and a pair of nearly knee height boots that have some armor patches on them. He has a paper bag sitting on his lap, the tops of which have been rolled down, and inside of it is popcorn. Some of it he eats, and some of it he tosses to the half a dozen pigeons that have gathered on the ground near to him. He's comfortable and appears to be at ease, his red gaze occassionally wandering across the other visitors to the park simply to keep tabs on them.
Kinsey MacKenna	"Well, yes, people worship at these temples called churches. Temples, synagogues, churches, altars, Hall of Worship - I'm sure there are a few I'm missing. They perform the same function pretty much." Kinsey talks to her ring, Kibou. "Sometimes in the back there is a cemetery. It's where the like-minded, the religious, prefer to be buried, but only with like-minded people. For some reason.." Right then she stopped. Instead of having all to herself, the cemetery was occupied. Probably with a mutant. <<Kinsey, I don't think he's a mutant.>> In fact, Kibou was certain he was not.
Yondu Udonta	The long coat that he wears is unbuttoned -- the weather is too warm to be too snugged up in it, though it doesn't stop him from wearing the garment itself. It provides a certain amount of protection and familiarity. His left hand lowers to the bag of popcorn, and he retrieves a few of the popped kernels before maneuvering one of them to flick it towards the pigeons. The small flock of them all rush towards it to try to get it first, and he can't help but to chuckle softly at their antics. The rest of the few kernels are lifted and he eats them. Shifting slightly, he sits forward a touch, watching the pigeons for a longer moment before a voice happens to alert him that he's no longer alone here. His red gaze turns away from the birds and towards the voice, a hint of curiosity coming to his eyes. He doesn't say anything, but he gives a small and polite sort of nod in her direction, paired with a bit of a smile.
Kinsey MacKenna	"Hush. You be nice now!" Of course, Kinsey is talking to Kibou. She takes a few more steps, and asks Yondu, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Normally the cemetery proper is quiet on a weekday. Shall I remove myself?" After all, she was the intruder, and besides, Kibou and her had pretty much seen everything they wanted.
Yondu Udonta	Who it is that she's talking to isn't entirely obvious to Yondu. One of his eyebrows quirks up slightly and he takes a moment to look around her a bit, perhaps looking for whom it is that she's speaking with. There's no one else there, though. His left hand lowers to the bag of popcorn in his lap, gathering a few bits of it which he tosses out towards the pigeons. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he gives a shake of his head. "Y'ain't havin' a thing ta apologize for, ma'am," Yondu says, his voice a bit gravelly. Misuse, perhaps, or overuse, or the most likely option of that English is not his native language. "Ye didn't scare me. An' there ain't a reason for ya ta leave. Yer welcome ta stay," he offers, giving a nod towards the rest of the bench.
Kinsey MacKenna	<<But Kinsey..>> Kinsey ignores Kibou. <<But..>> "Shhh.." "HE'S NOT A MUTANT!" /Now/ Kinsey listens. And so does Yondu, apparently. "Oh?" She takes another look at him. "Who are you, might I ask?" If Kibou were a human, he would be smug right now.
Yondu Udonta	There's a soft grunt from him when Kinsey shushes someone that he doesn't see. Just because he doesn't see anyone there, though, doesn't mean that he presumes anything. He's seen a fair few strange things, and he tries not to make presumptions. He gathers up a few more bits of popcorn, munching on a couple of the pieces before tossing some of the smaller bits to the pigeons. He quirks a bit of a grin and chuckles softly, watching the young woman. "Ain't no law 'gainst askin' a question, ma'am," he says, a kind tone to his voice. "Name's Yondu Udonta," he offers in answer. His red eyes show a touch of amusement to them, and he takes a moment to lightly brush his hands off, a few popcorn crumbs falling from them to the ground. "Centaurian, not a mutant," he adds, giving a small nod to her.
Kinsey MacKenna	Hrmph. <<Told you.>> And then Kibou goes quiet. <<Sure, now you go silent! Traitor!>> Kinsey shakes her head. "Pardon. And you're a Centurion? Interesting. You could almost pose for a mutant and nobody would be the worse for wear. I'm Kinsey. Kinsey McKenna. I'm an exobiologist-slash-geneticist. I'm taking the day off to enjoy the sun. Normally I'm up there.." She points to the stars.
Yondu Udonta	"Centaurian, ma'am. From Centauri IV," Yondu says, giving a small nod to her. He plucks up a bit of the popcorn between the fingers of his left hand, and then he uses his right hand to pick up the bag to offer it towards her. "Popcorn?" he offers. He briefly looks across the park, then returns his red gaze to her, studying her for a lingering moment. "Who's yer friend that said I ain't a mutant?" he asks, curious. "S'good ta meet ye, Kinsey," Yondu says, giving a nod to her. "S'always a good thing ta have days off ta enjoy the sun where it shines. Most times, I'm up there, too," he says, his tone thoughtful as he lifts his gaze towards the stars where she points. He studies the sky for a moment, and then he lowers his gaze back to her.
Kinsey MacKenna	"Ah, pardon. Centuarian. My mistake." Kinsey flashes a 'oops' of embarrassment. "Don't mind if I do. I really work on the MacKenzie King Space Station. Actually that's not quite true." She holds her beringed finger. "That would be Kibou. He's young. Very young. An IQ that can't be fathomed; at times, quite the problem." "Go ahead, Kibou. You know you want to." "Really?" "Really." Kinsey covered her smile, and didn't point out that he was already verbalizing, rather than talking to her by ESP. "Hi! Hi!" And Kibou went off on a tangent about Centaurian's. "He's my ring." She shrugs, and smirks.
Yondu Udonta	The Centaurian gives a small shake of his head at her apology, and he chuckles softly. "Ain't nothin' to apologize for, Miss Kinsey," he says, watching her. "I reckon I'm th' only Centaurian that ye've met before," he adds, a slight wistful tone to his voice. There aren't others of his race left, that he knows of. He gives a small nod when she mentions where she works. "What's it like, th' space station?" he asks, curious. His attention turns to the ring when she holds up her hand to display it. "Well, s'good ta meet ye as well, Kibou," he says, giving a small nod. There's a smile that tugs at the corners of his lips, and he listens as there's the tangent that happens. "Havin' someone that smart along wit' ye ain't a bad thing. I ain't met a ring before," he comments, a bit amused. "'E knows a lot 'bout Centauri," he adds, sounding a bit impressed.
Kinsey MacKenna	"Well, I can still apologize." Kinsey really does mean it. "And the space station is quiet. Lots of my work is boring. Really people think that scientists have the wonderful, stupendous lives, when really it's a lot of tedium broken up by 'aha!'. And if you are very lucky, once in a lifetime you'll see the clouds opening up, and the angels will produce trumpets. Or whatever." She takes a moment, and gives her ring a soft smile. It's very apparent that she's fond of Kibou. "Every bit of info gets put into a library of sorts, and the Rings share that knowledge amongst themselves. It truly is an amazing amount of information. How he does it?" Kinsey has no knowledge other than if she needs it, it's there. Then she backs a little bit up.. "You haven't met a Lantern before, have you?"
Yondu Udonta	"That ye can, Miss Kinsey," Yondu says, giving a small nod to her. He's not going to argue much about the fact that she did apologize, even though he didn't see a need for an apology to be given to him. He listens as she speaks about being a scientist, and he gives a small nod. "There'd be a lot o' things we'd not have, without scientists," Yondu comments, a thoughtful tone to his voice. He tilts his head a bit to one side, considering what she shares about the ring. "Huh," he comments. "So kinda like a hive mind sort o' thing. Everyone connects ta th' knowledge an' uses it, an' everyone contributes to th' collection," he muses. He gathers up a few bits of popcorn, then scatters them out towards the pigeons. "Does he help ye, with yer work?" he asks, curious. He raises an eyebrow slightly at her question, and then he shakes his head. "I haven't. Prolly travel in diff'rent circles," he says, his voice stil a bit gravelly.
Kinsey MacKenna	"Sort of? To the best of my knowledge out there, somewhere, there is a library. I don't pretend to know all there is to the Rings. They're pretty damn powerful." Kinsey hasn't thought of that. "You know? It would be cheating, don't you think? Mostly he keeps me company. And oftentimes he expresses curiosity. Why did I do it that way? How come there isn't more whatever."