Meetings Scheduled and Unscheduled

Summary:
September 3 2014: Jericho and Illyana meet friends of hers and friends of his.

Unit 24F

A nice apartment with a view of the Hudson


Characters

NPCs

  • K'nert
  • Moe
  • Lockheed

Mood Music:
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After having talked with Illyana and satisfied his own paranoia, Jericho sent a message to Kitty. It was a simple message. One with an address for a 24th floor apartment in Hells Kitchen and the text 'Got your message to Illyana. This is where she is. Feel free to drop by. Can bring Logan, if he's with you.'

Hell’s Kitchen has changed over the years. No longer the stronghold of the working poor, it's now given over to very nice apartments and riverfront businesses. The one that Kitty's been given directions to is a brickwork affair at least 40 or 50 stories high. From the outside it looks like the apartments on the 24th floor wide terraces to enjoy the open air on, when, you know, New York's open air is enjoyable.

*

No leather today. Illyana spent the evening on this side of the stepping disk and today finds her in comfortable clothes versus statement-making. Yoga pants, a slightly too-large T-shirt that isn't black and doesn't have any kind of satanic, heavy metal, or arcane logos worked into it. Barefoot, she's sitting on the couch with K'nert in her lap, Moe on one shoulder, and trying to eat her popcorn and watch the last Star Trek movie while a) keeping the two from antagonizing each other and b) trying to keep them from stealing all the popcorn.

*

The creature crowd is about to get a little bigger. After having gotten Jericho's message, Kitty did not take very long to find her way to her former roommate's city apartment. She cranes her neck outside for a moment to take in the building, keeping in a whistle of approval. Once inside, she makes her way toward the proper apartment and gives a proper knock. While she could certainly phase her way through, it wouldn't be polite. In his usual knitting bag, Lockheed remains curled up.

*

It may perhaps be a bit of a surprise when it's Jericho that answers the door. He's himself in a black short sleeve tee-shirt and jeans, and he has a plate on his hand with a crepe - chicken florentine in case Kitty's wondering. Since he wasn't wearing short sleeves the last time Kitty saw him, it may be of note that his arms and neck seem to be covered with quarter inch wide circuit like traces. They could be tattoos or body art, but judging by the way they run, they're on his chest at least as well.

"Oh hey Kitty, Lockheed. Come on in."

He steps back from the door. Illyana is over in the living room watching the movie. There's a kitchen, clearly in use, just to the right of the door, and off the main living/dining area, one bedroom to the right and two to the left. That terrace she could see from below is just off a sliding glass door at the back of the main room, and it has a lovely view of the Hudson.

There may be other things for the keen-eyed observer to note, like the fact that along the outer walls near the floor, though mostly covered by furniture, there are wards or the fact that the 'Ranger Up' logo on Jericho's shirt has a subtle pentagram accent to it.

*

Illyana looks over as the door opens because hey, it's not like they get a lot of visitors y'know? While Illyana may have gone public with X-Men but her place of residence is decidedly not listed anywhere. She pays Jericho rent, so that helps keep her name off of paperwork too.

The blonde's expression brightens, a real grin touching her features as she recognizes the brunette. "Hey Pryde. Finally decided to turn up, hmm?" K'nert is chased off of her lap, but given the bowl of popcorn by way of consolation as Illyana stands up to go meet Kitty at the door.

*

While Kitty may be interested in the tattoos/circuits, she is more curious about them than startled by their appearance. One of her good friends is a large blue, furry scientist. And she carries around a small purple dragon in a knitting bag. "Hi Jericho. I thought I'd stop by, if that's okay?" There was an invitation, of course, but she can't help but ask.

As she steps into the apartment, she takes in the views and the decor, unable to help herself from studying everything she can see. Her own outfit is typical of Kitty - casual jeans and black tank top. Lockheed quickly climbs out of the bag and goes winging for Illyana, not stopping until he wraps about her neck.

"H-hey," she grins at Illyana. It's been awhile and she's a bit embarrassed for not keeping in touch. But, as Illyana moves closer, she reaches forward to pull the blonde woman into a hug. "It's so good to see you."

*

Jericho just nods. "'Course it is. Any friend of Illyana's is welcome." The hacker gets out of the way, closing the door while Lockheed and Kitty make their way into the living room. "Hungry at all?" He calls over from the kitchen. "Or thirsty?" This last accompanying the clink of glass on glass that Illyana knows means vodka. And because he wants to drink some too, there'll be at least two tumblers.

*

Illyana's laugh is light as Lockheed sings over her way, and the dragon gets a scritch right where she remembers he liked it best just above his eye. "Yes, Lockheed. I missed you too." And then she's being pulled into that hug and the purple dragon needs to scramble a bit to get out of the way as Illyana wraps her arms around the woman who has been her best friend for longer than she realizes. Illyana's avoided mentioning Cat. Because that might come around to just what happened to Cat.

Illyana holds on tight, for probably longer than she should. "I got busy too." Fighting her war in Limbo. And then after that she couldn't scry. And by then years had passed.

*

For awhile, Kitty holds onto Illyana, giving her a fierce hug, taking a few deep breaths at remembering what all has happened to her in the years since she saw Illyana last. It has been a difficult for both of them. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper. "I'm sorry. I just…I got kinda lost." Lockheed, luckily, doesn't mind being dislodged. Carefully - so as to not claw Illyana - he moves from her shoulders to more of a head perch.

After a long moment, she pulls back a little so that she can respond to Jericho. "No, thank you, I'm not hungry. Maybe a little thirsty." Though her voice is louder, it still holds a bit of tightness that comes from confronting the fact that she has not seen her best friend in too many years.

*

Jericho seems to have anticipated the need for a third glass of vodka. There are two on the kitchen counter near Illyana and Kitty. He also seems to have moved, quietly, because he's in the living room now, watching the two reuinted friends with a small smile as he sips his own. When K'nert makes a little noise he gets a piece of chicken bounced off his head. Quiet you. The hacker doesn't actually say that but his mild glare does. For the moment he's quite content to give the two best friends all the space and time they need. And if that means he has to go wing-bat K'nert into the Hudson…

Fortunately K'nert seems a bit more sensible than that. Besides, he has all the popcorn.

*

It's been a while, but Illyana remembers well how to be a Lockheed perch. Now she has a loveryly hat. She nudges Kitty towards the dining room table with a bump of her shoulder and gives Jericho a quick smile in thanks for the drink.

Sliding into sone of the chairs, she draws one leg up against her chest, heel catching the edge of the seat as she wraps her arms around that upraised leg. It makes her knee a great spot to rest her chin.

Moe had been on Illyana's shoulder, but made a bamf for it when Lockheed came winging in. Now though he's made his way to the back of Illyana's chair, making grabby motions for that purple tail.

"So. I went to school Like, a real one." Illyana offers by way of the 'what have you been doing??' conversation.

*

Making her way to the table, staying close to Illyana, Kitty slips into her own seat without moving it much. Folding her hands in front of her, she raises her eyebrows. "Really?" She's eager to hear what has happened to her friend during their lack of communication. "Where did you go to school?"

Kitty takes one of the tumblers from Jericho with a smile. "Thank you." She's expecting him to sit with them and she makes enough room one way or another to ensure that he's able to take a seat wherever he wishes.

"I went to Japan for awhile. It's where I met Logan. And then Logan met Jericho somewhere?" she glances to Jericho to possibly get some clarification on where that particular connection was made and then turns her attention back to Illyana. "Which led us to an internet cafe." Lockheed's tail twitches as Moe starts to grab for his tail. His long neck turns and he gives the creature a warning stare.

*

Jericho doesn't apparently feel the need to crowd the two younger women. Though Kitty's making room for him is noted with a smile. He may take her up on that in a bit. For now, the two are catching up.

"Syria." He supplies from where he's half sitting, half leaning on the table. "Mutual friend of ours had brought the grumbly one along." Syria is where he's met a rather surprising number of the older X-ers. On the one hand it's nice to know that they're active and doing something about the situation. On the other hand: Owwwwwwwwww. Eye beams.

The hacker watches Lockheed and Moe with some interest. The Bamf is often about when Illyana is (and occasionally when she's not) and he and K'nert have an… interesting dynamic. He's clearly wondering what sort Lockheed will have.

*

"NYU." Illyana answers. "Amara took over for you as my roommate so I didn't terrify some poor normal person." The smile slips a bit. "I ended up having an… issue with Limbo. Guess I didn't pay enough attention to it while I was in High School and the natives as they say, got restless. After a year, it looked like I was going to lose." And she didn't really have anyone to help her out. Private by nature, she didn't go asking the friends that had scattered after graduation. "I took a gamble and won the war. Even managed to free myself from Belasco's corruption." Her gaze shifts down to her glass, swirling the clear liquid around a bit. "For a while, anyhow." She takes a healthy swallow.

*

Kitty takes a quick, but small drink of the vodka in her glass. She's not quite a big drinker, but she doesn't make a face as she drinks the clear liquid. "I'm sorry," she tells Illyana again. "I wasn't there to help." And, as a friend, she should have been. That's what friends are supposed to do - help other friends secure Limbo realities and win wars.

As if in punishment, she takes another quick drink. She's barely scratching the surface of her booze, but that's fine by her. "So, you're okay now? Everything's good back in Limbo?" Lockheed, from his Illyana perch, makes a gentle bite toward Moe, attempting to scruff him and bring the little creature closer onto what is now the Magik-Climbing-Tree.

"Syria," Kitty repeats. "I didn't think Logan was the type of person to have many friends." He's so gruff and grumbly. "I guess that makes sense. You and Logan smoking cigars with Director Fury, I'm sure."

*

Jericho makes a face. "I've met Director Fury once and I'd be happy not to repeat the experience. Your friend Logan though, is friends with about the only spook I trust. She tapped him for a special job that needed me." Which is not quite true. May tapped Logan to help with a thing that Jericho was going to do with or without SHIELD. The extra help was certainly appreciated though and the quiet ex-commando got along well enough with the Canadian grump. The sight of Lockheed clambering up Illyana and trying to bring Moe up too… that makes Jericho grin.

*

Illyana rolls her eyes upwards as Lockheed picks up the bamf. "What am I, a nest?" She asks with longsuffering patience. The tilt of her smirk and the way she keeps her head still so as not to dislodge them says she doesn't mind that much. Which means she doesn't nod for Kitty. "Yeah, things are alright now. Probably something lurking, but nothing I can do about it really." Wait and see. The very worst part.

"No need to be sorry. You were dealing with your own stuff." Which, even if it was just 'I needed some time to myself' counts for Illyana. It doesn't have to be earth-shattering.

*

"I've never met him. But, his reputation certainly proceeds him," Kitty grins to Jericho about Nick Fury. "Yes, Agent May. You of spoke her at the internet cafe." Though, all she really knows of the SHIELD agent is that the two trust her and that she must be very good at her job. "I hope I'll get to meet her one day."

Lockheed pulls Moe up to join him on the very prized Illyana nest and protectively starts to gently pull Illyana's hair about to make a better bed for Moe. Yes, it would indeed seem like Illyana is just the perfect nest for Lockheed. At the sight, Kitty can't help but giggle. "If you need help, just let me know. I'm not leaving any time soon. Not any more, at least." She frowns, looking down into her drink at the statement that she's dealing with her own stuff.

There's a long moment before she finally explaining what she was dealing with. "Dad died."

*

Jericho chuckles, eyeing Illyana. He's never seen her let K'nert get away with this, but then the subtext with K'nert would be very different. And likely have already resulted in a drop kick into the Hudson. He eyes K'nert amusedly. The demonling sticks his tongue out. Petty yes, but what are you going to do?

"Oh, dear. I'm sorry Kitty." Not that Jericho knew her dad but that's always a rough thing to go through, losing someone. Even if the relationship were distant, it takes a lot for there to be no impact from that kind of thing.

*

Most people would miss it. The subtle softening around Illyana's eyes. It's not the look of sympathy that most give but Illyana doesn't normally display quite the same range of emtions as everyone else. "I'm sorry, Kitty." The words hold a quiet sigh, the quiet moment followed by more drinking of alcohol. See? Everyone has their rough patches.

Illyana's hair is going to be a right mess at the end of it. She's going to need help to brush that snarl out. "Jericho said May wants to meet me. Probably to make sure I'm not stealing his soul or something. We could make a whole thing of it." Which would take attention off of her, which she's a fan of. She prefers to sit on the sidelines and poke the bear.

*

Suddenly there came a tapping, of someone not-so-quietly rapping, rapping at the apartment door. It's an unusual knock, neither overly forceful nor gentle, and subtly distinctive in the sense that the knocker's knuckles are essentially muted ball bearings being thunked against hardwood. It's Wolverine, naturally, with a case of lager on one broad shoulder and a fairly impassive look on his face.

Wolverine's initial greeting to Jericho is probably a bit of a stark contrast to Kitty's: he nods, grunts, and assuming he's not impeded, marches right into the place, wiping his heavy boots on the rug. Uncivilized comes in tiers, and all.

Logan's wide-brimmed hat is hooked at the door, a polite nod is offered to each lady, and then his first priority seems to be to move to the terrace, open the door to the outside air, and plop or prop himself near it, cracking one of those beers and offering another around with a quizzical arch of his thick, dark brows.

*

Jericho smiles a bit as the Canuck stomps into he and Illyana's shared home. Jericho waves the beer off in favor of the vodka he already has. "Speaking of Kitty…" Jericho grins as he comes back into the room, this time taking a seat with Illyana and Kitty while. Lockheed gets an interested look and a scratch on the nose if he permits.

"We were just discussing May. She asked to meet Illyana. Might not be a bad idea to introduce Kitty to your old friend, mmm?" Since an 'old friend' is clearly what Logan is to May. And Steve. Apparently.

*

Kitty glances up just in time to see the look from Illyana. And while it may not be incredibly emotive, it's enough to get the shadowcat to immediately look right back down into her drink. She takes another swig - bigger this time. "Y-yeah. It. It was in Japan." To both Illyana and Jericho, she nods. "Thanks." That's what you say when people give you condolences, right?

Then, she blinks a few times, tears that may have threatened to shed never fall, especially at the interruption of Logan. It's easier to put her emotions to the side again. "Yes, that might be a good idea. If I'm looking at this data and getting involved with you lot." It's a fond smile she gives them all. To Logan, she shakes her head. "Not even a hello? Your manners are from the Dark Ages."

*

Illyana, the only one here that doesn't know Logan, watching him curiously with her dragon-and-bamf hat and hilariously mussed hair. He gets a nod in return, which luckily Lockheed is used to compensating for so it's not followed by the screeches of displaced critters and demon queens with pulled hair.

"Huh. Antisocial." Illyana looks over at Pryde and smirks. "Got a type, don't you?" She says with her usual mocking lilt.

*

"Offered 'em a beer, didn't I?" Logan answers Kitty simply, nonplussed. The offer stays open with a gesture and a nod, and then the Canadian berserker drinks, deeply. If Lockheed and K'nert are nesting on Illyana, the unknown is -probably- decent enough; at least for the moment. It speaks volumes if one knows how to listen, and it's not like the runty veteran's eyes don't linger meaningfully when he greets Kitty… and Lockheed— just checking in. "I'll take some vodka in a minute." It's subtle, but some of Wolverine's attention is also diverted to sniffing at the breeze that passes through from the City each time it drifts close, carrying all sorts of interesting facts.

"Yea." Logan answers Jericho's more serious query only after a moment's consideration, and doesn't sound /entirely/ convinced, looking from Kitty to Illyana, and back again. "I know I vouched for SHIELD, but it's a dangerous gig and involves a lot of deadly people I ain't vouchin' for." Just to get that out of the way, up front. May knows what she's knee deep in, better than most; so does the Wolverine.

*

"May I trust." Jericho nods. "She can keep people generally out of the thick for the most part. She did for me for a bit." And then Hill had him hauled in for an interrogation over the Virus thing, the process of which nearly got him killed. Not that it was particularly Hill's fault, but the entire night and her name are fairly well connected in the hacker's mind.

Logan may well note the faint sent of blood in the house itself, also the circuit like traces up Jericho's arms and neck that were never visible in Syria because he was always wearing long sleeved something.

"But she does know what she's in and about. Still, I was going to set a meeting up for Illyana anyway." Possibly here, since May already knows where it is, possible elsewhere. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind the extra company." Translation, she'll given me an even look and not comment over it. Just like she always does.

*

"A type?" Kitty gives Illyana a look, reminiscent of high school. She takes affront to the idea that she has a type. And that Logan may be a part of it. "I do not." Then, washing down both sentiment and vodka, she finishes the last of what was in her tumbler. With a raised eyebrow, she shakes her head at Logan with a self-suffering sort of soft sight. "I know you think that may be a hello, but with people you haven't met before, the only sort of hello is, 'Hi, my name is Logan, I apparently have problems with strangers, but at least I'm housebroken.'" She grins at the older mutant and then rolls the empty glass about in her hands in an idle motion.

"Logan, this is Illyana, my roommate from Xavier's and best friend. Illyana, this is Logan, he taught me martial arts while I was in Japan." She gestures with one hand to each party to make the introduction official. Lockheed, from Illyana's head raises his head indignantly. "Best friend excluding Lockheed, of course," she adds very quickly to the end of her statement.

"I've mostly stayed out of SHIELD business," she explains. "But, that doesn't seem like it may be an option any more. So, I'd rather meet someone you all trust than someone who's going to toss me in a lab and try to study me because I walk through walls."

*

Illyana also doesn't argue the ranking behind Lockheed. That would be silly. Especially with him holding her head hostage.

Logan gets a long look from Illyana, the curve of her lips not really a smile but something odder as she mentally reminesces at how Cat taught her to fight… and now she's meeting Kitty's mentor. It's… an odd, disjointed sort of succession. "Just martial arts? Or you finally learn how to use a sword?" That's teasing, but makes it no less valid a question.

"You see 'Berto's Red adverts?" Surely, with Kitty's attention to the internet and thus social media, she's seen it, right?

Finally, as an aside to Logan she tips him a nod, cold blue eyes glinting with amusement, like sunlight on ice. There's something eerie and empty about those eyes…

*

The banter between the ladies draws a largely inward breathy chuckle from the Canuck, and Kitty's grin is met with a wolfish, toothy return— and no particular argument from him. She says it better, he's not gonna lie. Still, Logan meets the introduction steadily and politely— even tipping a hat that's no longer on his head, improv-style. "Yup. Logan." He's relaxed and comfortable under Illyana's analysis— dangerous though she obviously may be. That harsh edge was likely obvious to the feral veteran before that cool consideration— and it's not like he came into this place without a good idea of what Jericho is. Mama always warned him about the perils of running with the wrong crowd; not that he remembers.

"Ain't a lab that could hold you." Wolverine observes matter-of-factly of Kitty's (entirely legitimate, to his mind) concern over being made into a lab rat. It's not like he's not aware there are counters to her phasing power; it's just that most of them can be torn apart, one way or the other. As to the Cat's abilities with a sword? Wolverine offers Illyana middling reviews, "She's alright." Good enough to run him through, once upon a time. Though he -was- doing his best not to kill her at the time. It's complicated.

*

"The day they start doing that is the day I start crashing satellites into the Tri, because they will have at that point officially become Hydra." Jericho's wry chuckle makes it clear that crashing satellites into the place is something he's at least considered before. "But I doubt they would, honestly. There are people with them right now that wouldn't stand for that sort of thing. They won't even put me in a cage and they've got a lot better motivation for that than most things." Which is to say, not super great motivation considering, but he could certainly understand it even if he would loathe and revile it.

The question of the sword gets Jericho's attention in an odd way and he fixes those odd amber eyes on the short mutant curiously. He's seen Illyana's sword work, and it's not something she normally talks about. Granted, Cat's not something she's ever told him about either, but the fact that she's asking about the blade implies a connection. Interesting. He wonders what else about Logan his searches didn't turn up.

*

"I knew how to use a sword before," Kitty shakes her head with a smirk toward Illyana, the teasing obviously hitting the proper spot. "But, yeah he helped with that, too. And I'm pretty good at it." She shoots Logan a mock glare at being called 'alright.' Then, she nods. "Yeah. I heard. Doug wanted me to take a look at the operations but I haven't yet. Has he talked to you about it?"

With a shrug, she replies, "Sure, they couldn't hold me while I was awake…" But, there are plenty of ways to hold Kitty with the proper techniques. However, like Jericho said, they probably don't have to worry about SHIELD capturing her and testing her. Not yet at least. "Well, I'll try to make sure not to give them a reason to put me in a cage," she grins.

*

Illyana's sword skills are somewhat beyond 'alright', but much like her fighting skills, not something that most of her fellow mutants ever had a lot of cause to see in detail. When they trained, it was for mutant powers, and so Illyana honed her teleportation. But before she came to Xaviers, Cat trained her long and hard in Limbo. And the one that trained her? Yeah. A lot of history that's out of place in this room. Three 'generations' of the sword that's all mixed up.

"Definitely take a look. You and he were always the wiz-bang at the tech stuff. Figure out a way for me to get phone calls and Limbo and I'd be a much happier camper." She says with a chuckle.

*

Having finished one of those particularly trying days of debriefing meetings, May has finally managed to escape the Triskelion, and decides to see if Trent has made it back from the other hemisphere. She arrives at his apartment building, and on a whim decides to eschew manners and just let herself into his apartment. She reaches for the doorknob, turning it very gingerly to see if it's… wow. Slacking, Trent. Leaving the front door unlocked.

With the doorknob turned completely, May simply opens the door, steps through it, and closes it again behind herself as if she belonged here as much as Jericho does. The only real difference? She does this almost completely silently. The only thing that gives her away is the soft click of the door latching behind her.

*

"Stick 'em with the pointy end?" Logan retorts with no hint of actual derision as Kitty reaffirms her pre-existing swordsmanship. A half-grin just as wry as the previous is shot her way with the effort, before Wolverine drains his first beer, and cracks a second without a second thought for a bottle opener. The consideration is curious, and it's hard to shake that familiar sense where the demon-queen is concerned: deja vu is always slightly disconcerting when one's not sure where the holes in one's memory actually lie.

"Limbo?" Wolverine gives a bit of a snort. Otherworldly realms and the first concern is cell service. He's also disturbingly genre-savvy about the context of this kind of thing— the man's seen some shit. Most of it thrice. A nod concurs without hesitation Jericho's course of action, "Yup. Too bad it's not just up to them." A pensive look to the man's augmentations is obvious, before those intent blue eyes rise to eye Trent, "You were Hydra?" May may be a pitch perfect operative, but the doorknob isn't— the moment she touches it, Wolverine's eyes dart from Jericho to the door, and he sniffs the air harshly, tilting his head like a guard dog.

*

"Mmmm, no. I have a long association with them that mostly comes in the form of them wanting me dead and vivisected. Prior to that I was US Army and SOAR." SOAR being the Special Operations Arial Regiment, as Logan probably knows. "Since that time I've operated mostly on my own."

Jericho's back is to the door but May can see him ease his hand downward and Logan may well hear the soft harmonic thrum of his traces powering up. He hadn't locked the door mostly because he figured that anyone who walked in on this gathering deserved what they got. He's seen the Wolverine in action before. It's very… snikty. Slowly he twists to look behind him.

*

Kitty's sword skills, for that matter, are more than alright and pretty good unless matched against Illyana or Wolverine. "I will. If I can figure out how you can get calls in Limbo, I'm sure I could sell it for enough money to be richer than Tony Stark. Can you imagine the reception those things would have to have?"

There's a sudden tenseness that suddenly takes over the room. From Jericho's gesture to Logan's head movements. Having fought with Logan long enough, she knows a tell of his when she sees one. Though she doesn't have a sword on her, she can go defensive at any time. Though it's not necessary, she rests her hand flat on the table in front of her and prepares to go insubstantial - taking those within reach with her.

*

Melinda May simply crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow at Logan, the only hint she gives at being surprised by his presence here. Kitty simply gets an assessing look. And, she doesn't say anything aloud, waiting for Trent to speak up first.

*

Jericho blinks once, twice. "May?" He's a little surprised yes. May has not been to his apartment since it acquired wards and a second occupant. Who is currently entertaining company. "Come on in…" He relaxes visibly and the thrum of his traces dies. "You know Logan already. This is Kitty… and the blonde with a dragon and a bamf for a hat is Illyana. There's food and drink in the 'fridge."

His head cants slightly. "What brings you by?" Not that she isn't welcome but, hey, it is kind of unusual.

*

The moment May comes into view, Wolverine goes back to drinking his lager like nothing happened. Except, that is, for plucking another beer out of the case and tossing it towards the OTHER diminutive badass in SHIELD with apparent absolute certainty of her ability to catch it. "Mel." He actually seems like he might make the introduction, this time, but Jericho beats him to it— and is probably better at it, too. "Shadowcat. Partner in crime an' tech guru. She's gonna tell us where to find Hydra." No pressure.

The relaxed trust, frank disclosure: it's simple, but notable from this particularly runty, gruff source. Agent May's need to know basis is good for everyone involved; especially with the stakes at play. "We should probably talk about that." He has cards in his hand that he won't lay down in front of Jericho and Illyana directly— nothing personal. The motivations are subtle, to his credit.

*

Kitty looks between Wolverine and May. Ah, so speak of May and if she's not taking out Hydra, she will appear. Good to know. Though she lets most of her tension go to see this is someone trusted, it's not easy to let such a quick uptick in adrenaline go so easily. Despite that, she gives May a welcoming smile. "Pleasure to meet you." Then, however, she gives Logan a bit of a look. "I'm not sure if I can do that. But, I'm trying." She looks to each of them before sliding off of her chair and moving toward the balcony. She leaves the empty tumbler on the table in front of her.

*

Melinda May snags the beer bottle out of the air with as much aplomb as (if not more than) Geena Davis did that baseball in that one movie with the people and stuff and the guy yelling and Stillwell angel and yeah. She still doesn't step away from the door, though, because Kitty hasn't completely relaxed yet, and she has yet to see a reaction from the blonde woman with the … lizard on her head.

*

Illyana would look much, much more intimidating if she didn't currently have a small purple dragon and a bamf nesting in her golden locks. OK. She still wouldn't look that intimidating, slim pretty blonde that she is. Except for the eyes. Cold, hard, and just a bit too empty. Not to mention the sensitive sorts get that 'something just walked on my grave' sense from the demonic taint to the blonde woman.

Those hard eyes are currently set on May, Illyana dressed in yoga pants and a shirt that's a bit too big, one hand resting idly around her glass of vodka she's been nursing. As the greetings and introductions go around, Illyana tosses the older woman a nod herself.

*

Jericho shakes quirks an eyebrow and goes to retrieve the bottle of Grey Gose from the 'fridge. He gets the feeling he'll need some. Maybe others will too. He's refilling his tumbler as he returns and sets the bottle down on the coffee table. "Illyana's living here now. Has been for a bit." He says to May before she can ask why the Queen of Limbo is here. He doesn't for obvious reasons update May on his living situation. In fact this is the only safehouse May knows the location of, though he's usually at it so it works well enough.

"So." Jericho repeats, having not gotten an answer the first time. "What brings you by?"

*

Melinda May finally takes a step or two closer and returns Illyana's nod, though Jericho might recognize that she is visibly (for her) wary of the young-seeming blonde. "Making sure you didn't get lost on your way back from Morocco." She's still holding the unopened bottle of beer in one hand, and doesn't seem inclined to open it right away.

*

"Considerate of you. Made it back okay though." He had to beat down a small pack of demons during his walk from one stepping disk to the next, but he's kind of getting used to that. Jericho has an odd, odd life sometimes. He doesn't seem to mind it though. Gesturing with his cup he indicates a place for May to have a seat. "It's actually kind of fortuitous that you came along, we'd just been discussing having people meet you, since you were curious about Illyana and Kitty's a good friend of Logan's."

*

Illyana seems to belatedly realize that she's trying to be all impressive (well, OK, at least not doofus-looking) and she's being used as a nest. She shoos Lockheed off and makes him take the bamf with him as she finger combs her hair into an attempt at order and rolls up to her feet. She's unimpressively dressed in yoga pants and too-large T-shirt. This… is not how she likes to have first meetings. May isn't nearly at enough of a disadvantage. Since May hasn't said anything to her, Illyana doesn't try to start the conversation.

*

Melinda May finally settles into the offered seat and cracks open the beer. She nods again, though there's something faintly resembling realization in her (non-)expression. It's entirely possible she's heard the name 'Kitty' before, and now finally has a face to go with it. Her focus falls onto Illyana again when the blonde shoos away her hair ornaments and stands, and apparently it's now a contest to see who's going to start a conversation first. Bets?

*

Jericho actually thinks the normal garb does Illyana a favor in this case. She looks normal. Unthreatening. And while shock and awe is the place she's most comfortable, it doesn't really work on May. He is aware of course that the silent stare off could last pretty much all night. He's seen May do it. He's seen Illyana do it. As much as he'd like to sip Vodka and watch them stare, that might just end up upsetting one or both. Since May's asked for the meeting and is in Illyana's house…

"May I think you had some things you wanted to talk to Illyana about, right?"

*

A hint of a smirk plays about Illyana's lips as May settles into the quiet stare-off with her. It doesn't take much for the blonde to let her eyes empty of anything human. The warmth, the caring, the ideas of compassion and mercy. It's almost a game, to let it just… slip away.

*

As Illyana goes for the soulless smirk, May's expression goes even flatter. As in, just after Bahrain flat, though only Coulson or possibly Logan would be able to identify that at a glance. "Yes. I want to know why I should risk trusting Trent's safety to that demon that's been following him around." She means K'Nert. And the total lack of inflection in her voice might just possibly leave her opinions on the demon open to interpretation.

*

Jericho rubs his temples. Oh boy. His friends, he likes them, they don't like one another. To be fair he has a fairly unique selection of friends. "If K'nert turns on me I've got a lot bigger problems than just that." Really any risks to his safety are probably not coming from that corner. Illyana… well, the risks exist, he's aware, but he also has decided that he accepts them.

"He's following me around for my safety, though I can let Illyana explain some of that."

*

Illyana's expression doesn't shift. No mocking smirk, scowl. "Because the risk to his safety isn't up to you. It's up to him. So it doesn't matter if you trust me. Just if he does." She tilts her head towards him, arms still loose at her sides as she watches the agent.

*

Melinda May watches Illyana for a possibly interminable moment, then nods once. "Fair enough." She finally, finally takes a sip of the beer Logan tossed at her and turns that stare on Jericho. Some friend you have here.

*

Jericho hitches one shoulder in half a shrug. He did warn May she was prickly, did he not? "I trust her, May. It's risky, but I didn't go to ground on you over Hill either did I? And she's been more a demon to me than anything in Limbo." Mmmm, except perhaps S'ym but there's no need to mention the possibility of trouble on the home front as it were. "I wouldn't have invited her to live with me if I didn't."

Then again, he wouldn't have been okay with May walking in his front door if he didn't trust her. Clearly he's the most trusting one here given the looks going back and forth.

*

Now the smirk comes in, followed by an amused huff at May's answer. She slides back into her seat and adds more vodka to her glass. Since May has a beer, she doesn't offer her a glass but she does nudge one of the chairs out from the table in May's general direction.

"Jericho can handle K'nert." That gets a snort of disagreement from K'nert's corner that sends popcorn kernels bouncing across the floor. K'nert's biggest threat is that he can bully bigger demons into doing what he says. And there aren't any here. He's not versed in spellcasting and so he can't try to talk Jericho into doing something stupid."

*

Melinda May accepts the chair offered by Illyana, then looks over at K'Nert when he 'voices' his disagreement. "Watch it, pipsqueak, or I'll ask the Captain to boop you on the nose again." To Trent, her voice probably sounds closer to amused than stern, though K'Nert might not be able to make that distinction. Especially considering how NOT well he took being booped on the nose.

*

"Jericho laughs at the memory. "Yeah, well, I'll bring him to Steve. I'm not sure I want to remind him where I live. My trust of you doesn't really extend to him." For obvious reasons. Paranoid ones, yes, but obvious.

"Yeah I can't understand a word he says." Working on being able to read them, but speak them, not so much. "Really May, the nasty ones get left in Limbo. Thank goodness too. I've dealt with those once or twice."

*

As May doesn't really reply one way or another, Illyana doesn't elaborate any. She glances over to Jericho and then leans back in her chair, dragging another close enough to put her feet up on the seat of it. She nurses a sip of her drink and watches the dark-haired woman across the table.

*

Melinda May lets the not very comfortable at all silence stretch out until a faint blip has her checking her phone. Surprise surprise. She's wanted back at the Triskelion. Something about pet scientists. "I've got to get going." Leaving the partly finished beer on the table, she stands to take her leave.

*

Jericho nods, rising to walk may at least to the door. "We can talk later if you still feel like you want to." Because May's his friend and she's concerned about him. Jericho isn't likely to change his mind but he will listen to her.

Returning he sits down next to the slightly-mussed-haired Illyana. "That could have gone worse."

*

Illyana glances over at Jericho and smirks. "Uh huh." She doesn't sound convinced as she takes a long swallow of vodka. Well. Quite the day.

*

Jericho chuckles and goes to put things away. Quite the day is about right what with the visitors expected and unexpected. But any meeting of friends that doesn't devolve into a fight to the death is a successful one in his mind. Possible that he's slightly biased in that but as noted, Jericho has an odd, odd life sometimes.

Returning Jericho sits down and waves to the TV to change the movie. "Come on, let's watch something and I'll help you get this untangled, if you like." An odd life yes, but at present, not a bad one.


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