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Hermione	Being the newest member of the main floor receptionist team means one thing. Hermione gets to do all the jobs that no one else wants to do. Like go and fetch the rest of the teams lunches and drinks. She does her best to balance the cardboard tray in one hand while holding three differently labeled take out bags, holding her own bag in her teeth. It's utterly degrading is what it is. Here she is, dressed up like a high end personal secretary, thanks to Mr. Stark's investment in her work clothes, and yet she's being used like some sort of wet-behind-the-ears step-n-fetch-it.
Kyle Rayner	He's got people staring at him. He's floating a few inches off the ground. "Look. It's New York." The Lantern says, floating there. "I've been in space for like almost two moths. I wanted a couple of dogs. Don't judge me. I just stopped a high speed chase and I saw Harold's cart here."     Tourists are taking pictures. The locals do not care. He is carefully handing the cart tender a 5 spot for two loaded dogs. "You can't get these in space."     A lumbering man makes as if to step back, stepping into that delicately balanced tray of drinks.     About 6 Green hands appear, catching the drinks, steadying the man, the lady, and supporting everyone as the young Green Lantern pays. "Hey hey hey! Watch it, buddy. The lady is feeding an army or something!"
Hermione	The lady in question has her own people staring. The fact is, she glows. She looks fairly normal outside of that, but there is no ignoring the fact that some sort of light seems to be eminating from her. It's not quite so noticable in the daylight, almost as if she's walking in a hidden sunbeam on a cloudy day. The first thing to tip is the drinks. Minnie opens her mouth to try and caution the man, dropping her lunch. This is followed by her hand trying to grab the falling bag by letting go of the three others. It's just a disaster waiting to happen. Until, that is, Hermione finds herself caught in a large green hand and her food and drink caught by other smaller hands. She looks up slowly, her eyes following the green to it's source and her lips spread into a wide smile. "I real honest-to-goodness Green Lantern? Wow," she says breathlessly.
Kyle Rayner	"Nah. I just beat him up. Took his ring." He pays Harold, careful to cover his license as he just hands it over. The wallet sort of vanishes into the the man's uniform. The hand gently settles her feet under her. He manifests a little bag for his food, no doubt keeping the wrapped up dogs quite warm. He rather casually reaches over to help her with her bags. "Let me help?"     He should be on his way, and he should be moving off and leaving her alone. But 6 weeks in space, and she is really attractive...     The Green Lantern gives a little shrug of his shoulders and makes a glowing green plate under her feet. it is not reflective. "Want a lift? Looks like you have a full load, and I need to get away from the crowd?" He offers it rather casually.
Hermione	Min blinks and wonders if that is even possible. No no, it's a joke. Right? There are other Green Lanterns, after all. Aren't there? She finds herself conflicted with emotions, not sure if she should take him seriously or not. She smiles as she reaches to take the food that is handed back to her and looks down at the green plate under her feet. She could, if she wanted, just fly for herself, but she is trying to keep a low profile. Okay, not so easy when you glow. After all, how many glowing women are there in New York? "If you want to take me back to Stark Tower, I won't say no," she tells him with a warm smile and a shy blush.
Kyle Rayner	The plate spouts a handle bar, and then lifts into the air until they are both about twenty feet in the air. The Green Lantern moves over, and he lifts his right hand, the platform widening, losing the handle bar, and turning into a bubble that she can stand in. The bottom shade of green a little darker than the top. "Don't worry. it is opaque from the bottom. No one can look up your skirt." He gestures and the ball with the two occupants starts towards Stark Tower. 'What floor?" He asks casually.
Hermione	Hermione can't help it. This is so cool! Her head turns from side to side as she watches the construct change and shift as it rises in the air. She does her best not to get all giddy and fangirl-ish, which is a lot easier now that she hangs out with many of her childhood heroes. They are, as they have kept telling her, just regular people doing the right thing. But that hero worship still shines in her eyes, even if she isn't babbling about signing autographs and how awesome the Lantern must be. She is told that her modesty is safe as the bubble rises and sighs with relief. "You are a gentleman as well as a hero. Thank you. And the main floor. I'm one of the main receptionists."
Kyle Rayner	"My ring is suggesting you have metahuman genetics, or a mutant. is the glow not just from a healthy skin care regimen?" The Green Lantern asks. He watches her sidelong from out of his mask. "I am going to guess you can fly. Because you are more interested in in the construct than the flight?" He asks it so casually.     His attention is mostly on the flight ahead. "So you must be the new girl, if I understand corporate America? Which I might not. You got sent to fetch lunch? I imagine the Green lantern thing is less impressive given the Iron Man armor and Avengers, otherwise I would offer to make a big show when I put you down."
Hermione	Hermione's jaw drops. "The ring can tell you all of that?" she asks, looking at it now with awe. Okay, so maybe she's not totally over her fangirl habits. She dips her head down in a shy blush and nods. "I can fly. I just don't unless I'm in... costume. People freak out enough about the glowing, so I try to keep the two sides of my life seperate, if that makes sense?" She reaches over with the hand holding the bags of food, poking at the bubble. It really is amazing. "I've only been there for a couple of months now," she tells him. "And not at all! I think the Green Lantern thing is amazing! Able to make anything with just a thought. And space! YOu know... I... ummm.... well, I have a poster of the Justice League at home. I've sort of been... trying to get autographs... " Okay, she totally failed at the being cool and suave thing. So sue her! It's a Green Lantern!
Kyle Rayner	"I am not a member of the Justice League. My superior is though. I might be able to make that happen. But no promises. It's not like there are meetings, and even I, as the Deputy of this sector have only been in the headquarters once. G-L there let me in as far as the cargo hold."     He slants her a little look. "I'm not trying to be mean or anything. They value security, and the rings are handed out by criteria other than trustworthiness."     "Can you survive space on your own? It's pretty amazing. Be prepared to be told that we have an odor, as a species though. yeah... we're the smelly kids. Which is funny, because I think several of my friends have an odor as well." He can see the tower now.
Hermione	Hermione says, "So, you aren't all in the League? I just thought that, you know, because you are all the same... team, that you would also all be on the earth team." She laughs softly and shakes her head, letting the masked hero know that she isn't offended. "I wouldn't imagine being let in to your headquarters. You don't know me for Adam. I mean, sure, I'm sort of an Avenger apprentice, but that really doesn't mean anything. I could be a spy or an assassin or anything!" It's not like the Avengers doesn't have some of those already She shakes her head at the question about surviving in the big black of space. "No, I can't fly that high. I have to stop once the air gets too thin. Luckily, it's *way* too cold up that high, so I never go that high anyway." She frowns at the information of being told that humans are considered smelly. "We... how?""
Kyle Rayner	His shrug is sort of restrained. "We stink. We offend. We are smelly. Our oils and secretions are often reviled." Green Lantern continues his flight "It's nothing personal. Maybe it is something in out diet? or a protein, or amino acid we have. But several species have remarked that they appreciate my hygiene, as most of the humans they have met stink." He shakes his head. "I could be making this up, but... why? I mean, to what purpose? People stink, according to many aliens. Some aliens stink. I went to one planet, and they smelled like cat poop. I was conducting negotiations between people that smelled like flowers, and others who smelled like cat poop. I had to leave my field down too, I mean, negotiations. So gross." He lowers the sphere down.     "I never asked you for your name."
Hermione	This is a bit of news that Hermione will have to come to terms with. She's never even considered that alien life might find humans to be the gross ones. After all, they're humans! Which, of course, makes her realize how arrogant her initial thinking was. It's odd how something as small as being told that aliens find human smell offensive can be the inspiration of thinking of all manners of the rights of others. Inalienable human rights. Or... inhumanable alien rights? "I'm sorry you had to deal with a litter box planet?" she says, not sure what else to tell him. She takes the last bag, putting it under her arm rather then in her mouth. "Oh, my name? Ummm... I'm Minnie. But... If you see me in costume, I'm Radiance. Because of the glow. Maybe we'll see each other sometime? Save the world?"
Kyle Rayner	"I never save the world. I want to change people's lives." Green Lantern answers. "Sometimes, that is fighting in space against aliens. Others, it is fighting in the air over the city to protect the people of the planet. Sometimes, it's helping a girl called Minnie get back to work, and telling her that she is from a smelly species." His grin is warm and simple.     "Remember that, later, when aliens wrinkle their nose. When you meet aliens, exfoliate. Deoderize. bathe." He seems to wink behind the mask. "Well, Miss Minnie. It was a pleasure. Tell the ladies whatever tall tales you want?"     The sphere vanishes, dematerializing into nothing. His form is outlines in green, and her heeled shoes are on the pavement. "Is there anything else I can help you with? If not. I have two hotdogs that need eating."
Hermione	"Sometimes, saving the world is just changing a life more then one at a time," she tells the Lantern with a grin. She chuckles softly. "Well, if we smell that bad, I will be sure to stay clean when I meet them. Unless they are trying to invade. Then, I'm not going to shower for a week just to kill them with my ungodly human stench." Her grin is indication enough that she would never dream of doing such a thing. Back on the ground, Hermione dips into a curtsy. "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Lantern. And even if we don't save the world together, it would be nice if we were to meet again."