Owner	Pose
Melter	Chris Colchiss is hanging around the subway stations coffee machine right now, looking bored and unhappy - maybe because it just took his last quarter. And his train is late. Not in costume right now, which means he's not wearing a bandana over his mouth, the teen looks pretty much like any other in NYC.
Sylvie Lushton	And, abruptly -- just like that! -- Sylvie is there. She wasn't there a minute ago, and, judging by the momentary reddish light and the hellish howling that accompanies her appearance, she probably isn't eager to go back where she came from. Indeed, she's at somewhat less than her best, looking disheveled and frightened and then it registers where she is and who's right there. "It ith you!" she exclaims, relief flooding into her expression. "Thank, um, the Norns!" Unless she's prevented, she's very likely to throw her arms right around him then and there. Meanwhile, people are suddenly looking in their collective direction. For good or ill.
Melter	Melter gapes and then flashes a smile as he opens his arms to catch the girl. "Hey! What's going on!" he grins as he takes her in his arms and swings her around. "Been awhile!" he says. He glances at the fading light, and then at the people staring at them. "You live in New York. Get over it," he says, then focuses back on Sylvie.
Sylvie Lushton	The blonde girl squeezes as tightly as she can -- which isn't saying very much; she's not very strong -- before reluctantly letting go. "You hath no idea how happy I am to seeth you," she says, and sounds it. "I wert banished to the worst of the Ten Worlds by mine evil doppelganger, and hath only just escaped. Are thou well?"
Melter	Chris flashes his best smile. "I am, yeah; doing pretty good, here," he says. "So, wait, you had an evil twin? How, um, how long was that going on?" he thinks, pausing as he tries to remember their last few times together.
Sylvie Lushton	Sylvie nods; fortunately, the terror of having been someplace awful is fading quickly now that she's safe again, although she does cling more closely to his side than is perhaps absolutely necessary. "She ith older than me, so not quite a proper twin, but otherwise beith almost identical. I, um." She pauses. "What beith the date? I doth not know how differently time passeth there." By Earth time it's likely been at least a few months since she was last seen.
Melter	Melter tightens his arms around the girl, showing off a little of the new muscle he's put on in the past few weeks. "Early July," he says. "Well, sweet, sounds like you're ready to have some fun, then." He pauses. "You know, since we're not wanted for anything, at least."
Sylvie Lushton	"It didn't seem that long while I was there," the Enchantress says, sounding a little puzzled. So of course she forgets to add the accent. But it makes a quick comeback. "Thou hast been heroic in my absence!" she exclaims, running a gloved hand up his arm admiringly. "My hero. And more handsome than ever. Fun wouldst be just the thing."
Melter	Melter blushes hotly at the mention of heroism - if melting a dude's gun and stealing his lunch was heroic, well, then, yes - but he gets over it and finally les the girl go. "Hell, yes, fun would be good," he says and leads the way up into the sunlight. "What do you have in mind. Should be something special, for finding your way back to Earth."
Sylvie Lushton	Luckily, Sylvie's definition of heroism has always been a flexible one. She follows along with him, just short at attached at the hip. "I shouldst like to see something green," she says, a little wistfully. "And thou must telleth me all the heroic deeds thou hath done in my absence! But what doth /thou/ wish to do this day?"
Melter	Melter takes a deep breath as they emerge into the dim afternoon light, the boy looking this way and that at first. "OK, this way. I think?" he says. "I don't know Queens that well. We could go back down and go to Central Park if you like?" he says. "And, well, just some fun in the park sounds good.." he says, pondering several things at once it seems.
Sylvie Lushton	"Central Park!" she exclaims. "Perfect. I will haveth us there in but a moment. And I canst see what hath become of the Invisible Manor, while we're there. Ith." She raises her hands, and, in a moment or two, she'll have them teleported clear across to the Sheep Meador. "Doth something trouble thee?"
Melter	Seconds later, there is a flash on the Sheep Meadow as Enchantress teleports herself and a fairly ordinary-looking boy to that spot. "Wow, I'd forgotten you really know how to travel," he grins as the world flickers back into view. "And, well.." he says, putting hands in pockets, "Things haven't been all that great. Tried moving to Gotham, but that just got me thrown in a cage by some neo-Nazi dudes. Not fun. So I came back here." He shrugs, lopsided smile on his face.
Melter	Seconds later, there is a flash on the Sheep Meadow as Enchantress teleports herself and a fairly ordinary-looking boy to that spot. "Wow, I'd forgotten you really know how to travel," he grins as the world flickers back into view. "And, well.." he says, putting hands in pockets, "Things haven't been all that great. Tried moving to Gotham, but that just got me thrown in a cage by some neo-Nazi dudes. Not fun. So I came back here." He shrugs, lopsided smile on his face.
Sylvie Lushton	The blonde-haired girl looks rather smug, which is, perhaps, not surprising. "There areth too many /fun/ things to do to spend the day traveling," she says, lowering her hands. But she seems genuinely dismayed to hear her companion's difficulties, despite sharing an outfit with someone for whom that would be wildly out of character. "I am sorry to heareth it," she says, "but am glad you escaped ... ith ... safely. Things shall beith much better from now on! And may your attackers tremble! They shall beith hopping home before the week ith out."
Melter	Melter snorts. "Some of them won't be hopping," he frowns, his look the one he gets when his powers fly out of control and... the inevitable happens. "But, I met some people. The Red Hood, among them," he says, casually dropping the name of an infamous murderer. True, criminals, but murderer nonetheless.
Sylvie Lushton	To her credit, Sylvie takes this fairly well -- she even rests a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You did what you had to to escapeth the Nazi clutches," she says. "No one wouldth criticize you for that." Which is blatantly false, but never mind. She believes it, and that's the important thing. She's a bit surprised by that name, too. "I hath heard of him. Coat wouldth have liked him! She enjoyedth being feared and hated by those we protected so much."
Melter	Melter does crack a smile at that. "I think it was the more hated and feared part she liked, not so much the protecting. But, hey, this is Central Park. Something is bound to go wrong, and then, well, we can fix it." He looks around. The area certainly seems crime-free at the moment, though.
Sylvie Lushton	"Of course! My mystic senses will find evildoers nearby." the blonde girl says, touching her temples with both hands. "It shall taketh but a moment ... ah!" And she points, toward the treeline at the edge of the meadow. "There ith a robbery in progress, just beyond those trees." With no more delay, she launches in that direction, moving at an easy running speed while she hovers a few inches above the ground. The heels would be awkward on this terrain anyway.
Melter	Melter runs after the woman, pulling his bandana up to conceal the lower part of his face. Taadaa! Instant costume and secret-ID-protection!
Sylvie Lushton	The Enchantress doesn't bother with secret ID protection, of course. After all, she's a goddess! ... sort of. And she pretty much wears that skimpy outfit everywhere anyway. So, when the two crash through the treeline (narrowly avoiding a clump of poison ivy) and come upon a man in a hoodie pointing a gun at some very unfortunate jogger who's in the process of handing over his iPhone /and/ his Rolex /and/ his wallet -- well, it's a surprise. To both robber and victim. "Aw, crap," the man with the gun says, although he's too taken aback to start running yet.
Melter	Aw snap. Gun! The youth's hand comes up, fingers splayed open. "OK, drop it," he says, and concentrates his power - the gun almost immediately turns into steaming goo that runs over the man's hand. To say he's surprised is an understatement. "Looks like you're out of luck," the masked boy says. Banter is not is strong point, yet.
Sylvie Lushton	"Thou shalt threaten the innocent no more!" Sylvie declares, waggling a hand at the robber while he's busy standing in utter shock and watching the remains of his .357 Magnum dribble off his hand. A moment later, there's a slightly oversized frog in midair in place of the man, which falls to the ground with a startled *ribbit*! Of course, this does nothing to reassure the poor man being 'rescued', especially since his possessions seem to have been frogged along with his assailant. "Don't kill me!" he screams, "you can have the money! Just don't kill me!" And, of course, he's already fleeing.
Melter	Melter holds up his hand for a high-five. "Awright, crime thwarted," he says, tugging down his makeshift mask. "OK, that was fun. Coffee?" he says, pointing to a bistro near one of the borders.
Sylvie Lushton	Sylvie beams, pleased. Only just back into the world, and already she's being heroic. Surely the Avengers will call any day. She high-fives with a bit too much enthusiasm, and then has to shake her hand out a little to disperse the sting. "Coffee," she agrees. "Of all the inventions of Midgard's mortals, coffee ith by far my favorite." She sets out in that direction, completely ignoring both the frog and the now well out of sight victim.
Melter	Melter does the same. Being frogged gives the man a new lease on life, after all, unless a heron gets him, but that's life in the big park. He trots along beside the Enchantress. "Still quick on the spells, I see," he says.
Sylvie Lushton	"If there ith one good thing about being stuck someplace dreadful," the Enchantress says, "it's that one getteth plenty of practice. You hath gotten quicker, though! The evildoer didth not even have time to point hith weapon." Once they're near to the bistro, she does what she does, which is to say, enspell the closest waiter: "We getteth our drinks on thy house. I shall haveth a caramel Frappucino." Which this place probably doesn't actually know how to make, but try telling Sylvie that.
Melter	Melter sticks hands in his pockets as he walks. "Well, I've had my share of dudes putting guns in my face lately, and it's gotten really old. Gotta up my game, you know?" He follows her into the bistro and has a moment to consider what to get. "Um, just coffee, plain, black," he says to the waiter. He turns back to Sylvie. "I never thought to ask - you have any place to stay in New York? Family?" That was usually a touchy subject with any teen hero, but he figures he might chance it.
Sylvie Lushton	She takes a seat at one of the outdoor bistro tables, one that, fortunately for her complexion, has a parasol overhead. "It doth get tiresome," she agrees. "But crime must be stopped, even if we getteth bored in the process." She pauses before answering the question, saying: "I haveth no family here, nor in Asgard either. I doth suppose the Invisible Manor will still be where we left it, so I could stay there, but it will be very empty without our erstwhile teammates."
Melter	Melter shifts uncomfortably on his seat. "Haven't checked," he says. "Too many bad memories." He's silent for a bit. Almost brooding. "I can ask my current, um, roomies but I can't say for sure," he says. "If not, I'll help you fix up the old place."
Sylvie Lushton	Sylvie couldn't possibly be any more cheerful about this prospect. "I wouldst like to meet your new friends anyway!" she says. "Surely they will not refuseth your request." She lowers her voice slightly and looks across at him from beneath her long lashes: "And besides, we hath been apart for too long."
Melter	Melter smiles back and looks into those eyes. Oh, oh, this had 'bad idea' written ALL OVER IT, but... he smiles a touch wider. "We have, yeah," he says. "I don't think they'll mind but some of them can be kinda touchy. And trigger-happy."
Sylvie Lushton	"I shall beith on my best behavior," the blonde girl promises, doing her very best to look and sound like she's completely truthful. And, meanwhile, her eyes are suggesting just the opposite. "And perhaps I can helpeth them out with ... things." Like free coffee. Or teleportation. Whatever!
Melter	Melter says, "Hey, the whole magic Asgardian thing you bring to the table should mean they take you in. Probably give you my bunk," Chris smiles. He relaxes some more, particularly when their coffees arrive. He takes a long slow pull from the steaming cup and sighs. Oh yeah. It's been too long. Like, since this morning."
Sylvie Lushton	"Never fear, my gallant hero," says Sylvie, smiling. "I wouldst never deprive you of a place to sleep." Improbably, she actually gets what she asked for: a caramel Frappucino, which she greedily drinks down through a straw, as if it's the first coffee she's had in months. Which perhaps it is.