Owner	Pose
Jessica Jones	Alias Investigations is what the door would state in gold lettering printed on glass, if it wasn't shattered, and slightly unhinged. A state that is not altogether uncommon for the door to Alias Investigations' office. The broken glass makes it very easy to see that the principal detective, Jessica Jones, is currently sat at her desk, clicking away at her laptop while sipping from a 2/3rds empty bottle of Four Roses.
Ekaterina Vespucci	Ekaterina Vespucci of all people shows up at Jessica's office in this unrespectfully late hour. Just after hours. Jessica may recognise her. The girl from the bar the other night with Matt Murdock. His client who 'curtseyed' and left her in shock. The 'Contessa'. As it happpens there is another 'Contessa' Jessica might have heard of. An underworld figure. But the idea that this tiny girl who looked like a freshman from College could be the same person as that is ludicrous. Or is it? Kat as she prefers is carrying a few bottles of liquid herself. In a calico bag. She's supremely wealthy but she always dresses down. Kmart and Walmart type clothing. She looks at the door, "Oh my has there been some violence?" she asks Jessica as she enters unbidden.
Jessica Jones	"It's New York City, there is usually some violence," Jessica answers dryly, peering through the broken door at Kat as she arrives, "what brings you to my office? Most people have enough after one conversation at a bar..." hey, she's looking up from that laptop, meaning Ekaterina certainly got her attention for the time being.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"I found this super cool document that I paid for and it says you are... no you have... 'enhanced strength and resilience'. And I thought - how interesting - I have need of someone who has that capacity." Kat pulls a bottle or two out of her calico bag of Bourbon. "I see your a Bourbon girl. I am too. Got some single Four Roses here. A few other things. All yours if you hear me out. You have a notoriously bad temper people say. Much better than I'm used to. I have an older brother who legit tried to kill me when I was young." She gestures to any place where she might sit down. "May I sit?"
Jessica Jones	The laptop is slammed shut, and Jessica leans back in her chair, her look turning very much into a glower, as she stares at Ekaterina. Jessica doesn't look too pleased, "many documents say many things, documents could be fake too," she states dryly, "for all you know I could have killer laser eyes." Jessica doesn't respond yet, or say anything to that effect, before nodding at the question of whether Ekaterina may sit. Still, she's not being helpful, as she waits for Kat to explain more.
Ekaterina Vespucci	Little five foot nothing Kat is not detered by Jessica's anger. "I know it's cool I get it. You don't want to be in the luce libre costume hero club. I'm a homo superion myself. Some stuff happened in Central Park that's gonna out me something major soon if you want to 'live leak' it?" She nestles herself in whatever chair - comfortable or uncomfortable is available. "I've got some good stuff here. Want to crack a bottle? It's ben a long day for me too."
Jessica Jones	"My laptop is turned off," Jessica states impatiently, as if it was some ardous task to open it back up. Clearly, she's not about to search 'live leak' for Ekaterina, "how about you tell me in your own word, unadulterated by say...SHIELD?" Yes, she has a full understand of just what document Ekaterina could have procured that would detail anything about her abilities. She takes what's left of her Four Roses, empties the bottle, and tosses the empty bottle on the floor. "Sure...let's do that."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Well some things need to be seen rather than explained before they are explained." Kat takes out her phone, "Oooo darn it I missed a Pokemon for Pokemon Go on the way up here!" she says in abject frustration. She cracks the Four Roses Single barrel before she plays the clip. There is a giant construct in the middle of Central Park and a fight underway between Diana Prince AKA Wonderwoman fighting it. Ekaterina is there and standing behind Diana. She disappears from her safe space behind Diana and reappears on the constructs head. Spraying paint from a paint can on its eyes she misjudges the timing of her 'blinding' of the construct. It grabs her with one of it's four arms and smashed her into a bloody pulp. Her bones are broken. Her neck broken. Then it throws her past a mortified Diana. The person with the camera decides to go the 'Best Gore' website route not filming Diana but going with the broken body of Kat. Kat is dead. Not a state from which any normal Superion regeneration would occur. And then she starts to 'undeadify' her bones reform - her smashed head reforms. IKt's disgusting and unnatural. Even the gore fan is trembling. Finally as Diana defeats the construct and paramedics have arrived Kat gets up - like nothing had happened and screams. She holds out her hands and telepathically pushes the first responders who are trying to get to her back. Finally they give up and she stands - eyes wild. Kat is caught up in screening the clip looking at Jessica for a reaction. She pours her (she thinks) awesome expensive bourbon into what glasses are available. "Oh Was I supposed to explain something in 'my words'?"
Jessica Jones	"The fact you play Pokemon Go is a point against you, as a person," Jessica is quite blunt in her opinion of the game and the people who play it. Be involved in enough chases where you bump into idiots who don't look up from their phone, and one could form a similar opinion. But Jessica does watch the video she is shown, frowning heavily at the gore focus, as she hisses, "find me the address of the asshole who filmed this, and I will do my best to punch him in the balls..." shifting her gaze from the video to Ekaterina, Jessica rolls her eyes, "cut the bravado, nobody likes assholes. So, congratulations, you're one of 'us' as it were...so why're you here?"
Ekaterina Vespucci	Kat takes a sip of her Bourbon, "I'm not brave. I like Diana. She reminds me of one of my friends. Isabela the 1st of Castile. Not because she looks the same. Isa had blonde hair and Green eyes. But Diana reminds me of her. The problem with Isabela is I got awfully brave when she was around. Diana has a similar effect." Kat coughs. "Ah darn it went down the wrong way. Yeah anyway - I'm a very old kind of mutant there are like maybe only 11 of us counting me in the world. And we all share this one attribute - kind of a capital 'I' Immortality. I can't be killed and I don't age. I've been around since the dark ages. I'm actually in wikipedia. A legit historical figure. It's so cool!" Kat seems genuinely delighted by her discovery of herself in said online encyclopedia. "It might not seem like it but I need friends - protection. People with a sharp eye who are above the cut. People who aren't sycophants but are more adjutants. I don't want people around me who tell me what I want to hear. That last bit you excel in." She looks at Jessica pleadingly with those big cornflower bluew eyes of hers, "Could I hire you - for protection? It needs only be part time?"
Jessica Jones	"So you find some people inspire you? No different from other people, some motherfuckers are born with the ability to inspire, some assholes are born with the ability to get shit on. Spoiler alert, that would be me. So you'll understand why I'm still dubious about your purpose here..." Jessica hisses, and takes the bottle, apparently the glasses are not really washed, as she drinks directly from it, before setting it back down on the table. "Immortal? Well, fuck me sideways, you won the motherfucking misery lottery...I can't imagine the horrors of living through entire eras where women had it worse than we do now. My god...I'd probably kill myself, because killing everyone else would take too damn long." That last part leaves her downright dumbfonded, "so a fucking immortal, wants to hire me for protection? Whatfor? You're immortal, what could possibly require you to get protection?" If Kat wanted a demonstration of why Jessica isn't a sycophant, well, she just got it. "Could it be that you're actually lonely, and are looking to hire a friend instead? I know the door is broken right now, but the sign says 'Alias Investigations', I'm good at reading into shit."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Well I could always use more friends but... Did you watch the video? I've been decaptiated - burnt at the stake. There are a couple of theoretical ways I can actually die. Another of my kind can theoretically kill me but it involves heart removal and you have to get all of the organ - and you see how I regenerate. Alot of the organ is there almost immediately after removal. A Quixiotic pursuit. No death is sort of a non starter. Maybe there is another thing. But like I said if I die I come back insane - like dangerous insane - a dangerous insane immortal who has al of the tells - Telepathy - Teleportation and Telekenesis. Not a good idea to have me die. So far my 'rampages' haven't resulted in deaths. Best not to let me 'die'.: Kat sips her boubon, "If you want a reason why I go bonkers - I have super sneses - It gives me an unfair advantage in the art game. I can see in perfect darkness. Microscopically. And at great distances. But I smell, touch and hear the same way. I unfortunately also feel pain the same way. Imagine how being killed feels when a paper cut is like getting shot? So yeah I go nuts. And that is dangerous. And noone can kill me when I do. So best avoid that. I need protection."
Jessica Jones	Jessica listens, quietly, aside from taking the bottle for another prolonged swig. At one point she starts to rock a bit on her chair, pushing it back with a leg on the table. She's listening alright, but quite uncomfortable with the way of the conversation. It is when the conversation nears its end that Jessica stops swinging on her chair, instead she sits straight, and then her expression darkens. "You think I don't know pain..." she is visibly not all there, the moment superlatives about pain were invoked, she looks to be just barely holding herself together. "Get out," the words while spoken softly, are not a suggestion, she is rather demanding Ekaterina leave. No requests for an apology, no explanation, but she looks like a ticking time bomb, and apparently she doesn't want Ekaterina to witness the detonation. Should Ekaterina further delay, Jessica will eventually snap loudly, "OUT!"
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Well you listened," Kat says by way of belated reejoinder. Jessica hits home with her anger though. Kat may be as far the Externals are concerned 'Artifice'. She /is/ politics. But she is easy to read. She has that face. One doesn't need to be a psychic. The 1200 year old immortal is close to tears as she leaves. Catapulted back into her private melancholy. A couple of slaps to her chest as she gets out the door. Centers herself then disappears. She does not flee but is brisk as old world aristocracy tends to be. She leaves the other two bottles of bourbon. She can afford to be her version of polite.