A Walk In The Park

Summary:
June 07 2014: Central Park is nice this time of day. It's a perfect time to walk and listen to street performers.

Central Park

A gazebo off the beaten path with a couple outlets, sometimes used for park performances.


Characters

NPCs
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Mood Music:
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Central Park. It's a nice day, for once. The breeze has kicked up from the coast and, for just a few hours it's not feeling oppressively hot or muggy as New York summers are wont to be. And there's piano music. Nice piano music. Jericho has brought a pretty nice keyboard to one of his favorite spots, a bit off the beaten path but not so far that his music doesn't drift over the park for quite some ways. He comes here to think, sometimes.

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A nice day! The polar vortex is but a memory, and exams are winding down or finished. She smiles, feeling the breeze. Lunair has herself a cool drink and a backpack on. Probably fresh out of a class, or shopping. Hard to say. She's shifted to a more vintage look - thankfully more subtle than her usual FRILL POWER get up. It's a silken, light green sundress with a few thin layers of fabric. There's a few ruffles, but not much. Her path takes her through the park, and she looks quiet, thoughtful. Actually, her expression is sort of blank. Neutral. The default of someone who spent a lot of time away from people and missed some critical socialization.

Still, she seems quietly thoughtful. Then, piano music! She turns her head and wanders over that way, curious. And hey, it's always nice to tip a musician, right?

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"Jericho has set up a little bench near a gazebo that happens to have an outlet for his keyboard. He gets occasional nods or smiles from passers by but he's really playing the music just to play. It's nice that people can enjoy it, of course. He's got his trademark coat folded up nearby and is wearing long sleeves despite the heat, to cover the traces on his arms. He glances over at the young lady coming around the bend in the green sundress. Huh. She looks kind of familiar."

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Gazebo! Lunair attacks the gazeb— no, never mind. She lets her smile linger, looking over towards the gentleman playing the music as she comes around the corner. Huh. So that's who it is. And waitaminute. That coat looks familiar. She glances back to him and looks a little more owlish. Curious. Lunair carefully makes her way towards him. She's mostly not wanting to freak the poor guy out, so she lifts her hand in a greeting.

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He nods in greeting, his hands being busy. The one tune ends and he goes right into another similar, slow and relaxing piece. "Hi there." He says when she gets close enough. "Nice day for a walk." Mmmmm. It's not his imagination, she does look familiar. He's not used to seeing her without an enormous gun in her hands though, so it hasn't come to him yet.

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Lunair understands. It's not like he can play the piano with his face. "Hello. How are you? And yes, it is," She makes small talk - oddly. She's trying, but it's a work in progress. He seems familiar somehow. But he's not being chased by dudes or shot at or totally going WOLVES WITH CLAAAAAWS on someone and giving them THE CLAAAAAAW. Headtilt. "Have we met before?"

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Jericho tilts his head as well and looks at her curiously. "You *do* look familiar. Hrm. My name's Jericho." She looks too young to have been by the bar. He chuckles after a moment. "Any requests?"

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Lunair hms softly. "My name is Lunair. Nice to meet you, Jericho." She smiles to him. And really, letting Lunair into a bar is probably a terrible idea no matter what her age is. The Twerker comes to mind… She thinks. "Hm. I don't know a lot of music," She admits. That's very - odd. Really odd. "What's your favorite one to play?" She asks.

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Jericho grins. "This one." He starts to play something fast. It sounds like there's a song that goes with it but he doesn't sing it. He doesn't even really look at the keyboard. "Not interested in music, mmm? Seems a bit… if you don't mind my saying, odd for someone your age."

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Lunair beams as he grins. "I like it, and I think it is interesting. I just -" Pause. "It's kind of a long story. I'm catching up on it." She offers. "And that was really neat," She smiles after he played the fast song. She's duly impressed! Lunair sips her drink as she thinks.

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"Catching up on it?" He gives her a funny look. "Isn't it your story?"

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Pause. "No, I mean the music, sorry." Lunair corrects, shaking her head. "I am catching up on music." Smile.

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The song ends and Jericho stands, taking a break. He's got a cold water in a cooler next to his bench. "Aaaaah. So what brings you out here, Lunair?" He shifts on the bench so he's sitting on the edge, facing her.

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Lunair smiles over. She takes a sip of her drinking. "Mostly passing through, but I like to see all of the stuff," She replies. "I take it you came to play music?" Grin. "Sometimes it's interesting to see the street vendors," She admits. "Or all of the different parts." She considers. She will carefully sit on the opposite edge of the bench to avoid the creeper zone.

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"Are you new to New York? Plenty to do here. I mean, for starters there's always malls for folks your age…" He snaps his fingers as he suddenly remembers. "Malls. Now I remember. You were at that mall that got shot up. You had that…" He suddenly looks mildly alarmed. "Incredibly advanced gun…"

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"Sort of, yeah. Only a couple of months," She admits. Then a soft laugh. "I do like the malls in a way," Lunair admits. Then her eyes widen as he snaps. She looks frightened, and alarmed in turn. Her mouth opens and closes. "…" It's happening again. "Maybe. You probably are going to run away now, huh? But then, the only one who really saw me was a lady or…" She makes a mimicing gesture of his claw thingy. Squint. "Wait. You're not a furry, are you?" Swing! And a miss…

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Jericho. Blinks. "Um. No. I'm… not a furry." He glances at himself. Not the last time he checked anyway… nope, still no fur. He doesn't show any signs of running away either. He does look like he recognizes her now though. "I saw you at the SHIELD bunker too… before the Kush op. You're not one of theirs are you?"

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"Oh." Lunair peers intently at him then. She seems curious and then amused. "I am also glad you don't seem to hate me or run away." She's easy to please. Her standards are terrifyingly low. She inclines her head a bit. SHIELD bunker… SHIELD bunker… She looks a little puzzled, thinking. "I am definitely not. I just seem to end up doing a lot of work because I am diligent. And because of the nature of my talent." She is speaking in euphemisms, glancing around uneasily.

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That talent being, apparently, having large, expensive or otherwise questionably real weapons. Still, he doesn't seem to feel like belaboring that point. "SHIELD makes regular use of a…" He glances at Lunair. She looks like she's probably in high school. SHIELD does what if feels like, but that seems odd even for them. "Diligent?"

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He should see the light sabers. They'll bring bathrobes. It'll be great. Lunair looks to him. Tilting her head. "Not regular. I am in college." And perhaps something more. But she doesn't elaborate. "Sure. I work pretty hard." Shrug. "I don't know why," She admits quietly. "So, may I ask why those people were trying to send you into the next life? You don't seem like some super villain or whatever."

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Now he chuckles. "I like to think that I'm not. I have something they want. And sadly, I can't get rid of it. So they're chasing me down to get it." He sighs a little. "At least they've been a bit distracted recently. No more mall shootups in the last week or so."

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"I see," Lunair listens. "I'm sorry. That must be rough," She considers. "It seemed like those powered people were taken out or hurt badly," She points out. Most metahuman agents are a large investment for many groups. "But um. I think I could help sometimes. Maybe. Sometimes. I'm not supposed to kill people." She is - ALARMINGLY neutral about it. Not supposed to kill people, definitely no Kardashian marathons… you know. The usual. "I try now. But anyway. Geez. I'm sorry."

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"Thanks." He chuckles. "Yeah they were. Sadly, they're not the only ones Hydra has." He sighs. Hydra's what he'd been thinking about. "Yeah… You handled yourself pretty well back there. I'm kind of surprised SHIELD hasn't tried to pick you up on a permanent basis."

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Lunair smiles at his thanks. Then a pause. "Hydra?" Hm. That might be concerning. She looks over to him. "I hadn't thought to task about SHIELD," She admits. "Maybe sometime. I dunno." She shrugs. "I'm still working out what I want. But thank you for your kind words." She sips her drink. "Would it help if I gave you a phone number? Well, one of mine anyway."

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Jericho nods. Frankly, allies are valuable. And she did him a good turn helping him out back there. He pulls a card out of his pocket. On it is an email address. "Sure I'd love your phone number. This is my e-mail. System will say it didn't go through and doesn't exist, but trust me, I'll get it."

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Lunair doesn't mention that she seems to be drawn to fighting somehow. She's not sure why. Is she feral? Evil? She doesn't quite know. Regardless, she smiles and accepts the card. "Ooh. Thanks. Neat." A custom error message! She pulls out what looks to be a decent smartphone. "Okay, it's…" And she writes it down for him.

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He copies it down on a pad. He'll put it in his buffer… later when accessing it won't look so obvious. "Great. Thanks Lunair." He sighs and smiles and looks over at his keyboard. "Ooookay. I need to pack this in, I guess. I've got a trip down to Gotham tonight." He chuckles dryly. "Yay." He gives Lunair a wry grin.

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Lunair smiles. "You're welcome." Then a blink. Her eyes widen a bit and she half-grins. "Want some help packing it in? And - be careful in Gotham But you probably already know that," She remarks. She seems to be warming up to him a bit at least. And she didn't even use a flamethrower to do so! "I should probably get back to my dorm room anyway. I have some reading to catch up on." Hey, she takes her botany SERIOUSLY.

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Jericho stands and unplugs his keyboard, putting it and the accessories back in it's case. "I'll certainly try. Take care, Lunair. I'll see you around." And with that he waves, picks up his case and starts to walk.


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