Matters of Character

Summary:
November 05 2014: Kate Bishop discusses quests and character with the Fenris Wolf

Doughnut Time

A literal mom and pop doughnut shop making food fit for gods.


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The morning was for sleeping. The nice thing about supposedly living the rich kid life is that no one thinks twice about the fact that you're out all hours and sleep through the morning. And the nice thing about living in New York is that you can take care of your business pretty much any time. Kate's finally ventured out of bed now that it's mid-afternoon, and prowling the streets of New York in search of the elusive, perfect donut.

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Fenris is a hunter and a predator. But hunting isn't always about the thrill of the chase, and the rush of adrenaline when you bring your prey down in a spray of bodily fluids and howl of triumph. Sometimes it's quieter things. E-Bay addicts know this. The thrill of the case manifested in that sign that you're highest bidder. Today? Today it's the perfect doughnut. It's elusive. Some philosophers may argue whether or not it exists at all. But Fenris believes he's found it, or if not it then something close enough. In a little corner shop owned by a Puerto Rican couple. The Old Wolf is enjoying a freshly baked bavarian cream, and a coffee and lounging in one of the booths like he hasn't a care in the world.

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Kate Bishop hunts the yelps, and the twitters, and the facebooks. And the research says that this is the place to go. She pushes her sunglasses up onto her head as she steps inside, rubbing at her eyes for a moment. And then it's to the counter, and a pair of glazed donuts, and as she turns to search for a table…Hey there. Pausing long enough to fill her coffee at the counter, she slides into the booth opposite the old wolf. "You didn't really strike me as the donut type."

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Fenris grins. "Why if it isn't Freya's lost daughter. I'm not, ordinarily, but today is a day for indulging." It's not as though he has to worry aobut calorie intake. "I hadn't quite pegged you for one either. What's the finest bow in New York doing here today? Not that I can fault your taste. Odin himself couldn't pass these up." Rumor has it that the Allfather has quite a sweet tooth. "It's nice to see you again, by the way."

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"Aww. I knew I liked you for a reason," Kate grins, taking a sip of her coffee. "Anyhow, I was hungry for some donuts. Busy night doing good." She takes a bite out of one of the pastries, watching the man across from her. "Also, I don't live that far away. And Clint's busy doing the work thing. And still injured. And Robin's still…moping. Or something. Maybe moving into the new Titans base, if he's smart. So I'm sort of out of people to bug at the moment."

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"Well that's no good." Fenris grins, eyeing Kate speculatively. "And with the cat up and about I'm sure he's a bit harder to find. Ah well, they tend to come back usually." Yep, still eyeing the younger archer. "Mmmmmmmmm. You know… how attached are you to that bow of yours?"

Were any of the Norse here to witness the Destroyer noshing on a doughnut they might very well faint. He's got a faint, knowing grin on his face. It's one that all the magical types learn eventually. One that says 'I know a secret'.

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Kate quirks a brow at that. "A…lot?" she replies, reluctant to admit to sentiment. Or something that could be used against her. But she can totally trust the wolf, right? "It used to be Clint's, someone gave it to me when he was supposed to be dead so I could be Hawkeye. And it went back and forth a couple times, but it's definitely mine now. So…no using it to power some spell or something." Another bite of the donut, and she pauses. "Unless it's an end of the world thing."

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"Oh no, I wasn't thinking anything like that… I was thinking that I know of a place where we might be able to improve on it." Fenris is definitely grinning now. "You see, back a long time ago I studied a lot of magic. And time was when there were a lot of magical things laying around the world. A lot of them were dangerous and some of them just… seemed to need their rest. So I hid them. Oh not all of them of course, I couldn't nearly find all of them, but a lot of the ones I could find I laid away or gave to 'people' that I knew would take care of them. You've been helpful and very brave. I think you might be able to, er, well, 'prove yourself' to it."

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"I'm going to take that as a firm 'the world is not ending, so you can take a vacation, Kate,'" Kate grins at that, though she's definitely curious, head tilting as she considers his words. "Just to make sure I understood that. You're saying you've got some sort of cave of wonders thing going on? Do we get to go on a National Treasure-type scavenger hunt to find it? Is there a code word to get in?" Her grin spreads as she takes another bite. "This gets better by the minute."

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Fenris matches her grin. "Scavenger hunt might be a good way to put it. You see I don't remember all the places I put these things. It was a long time ago. I do know where to start looking, for this one. If it all works out you'll have a bow fit for a hero of old when we're done, but…" He holds up one finger with a wink. "These kinds of things have a tendency to make you work for them. Still, you don't seem one to shy away from work in the name of something you want." Work she doesn't want to do? That might be another matter.

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"Or an adventure," Kate admits, taking another sip of her coffee. "And it definitely sounds like you've for the adventure part down. What do you mean, you forgot where you kept them?" she asks, amused. "You collected a whole bunch of powerful magical artifacts, hid them, and then forgot…" She trails off, stuffing a donut in her mouth in a half-hearted attempt to hide her snickering. "Like a dog with a bone," she says around fried dough.

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Fenris laughs a little. "Something like that. Some of the places I've hid them move, and some aren't on this Earth, properly speaking. But most of them are just very, very obscure and, if you're worried about someone finding something you've hid, what better way to keep them from reading your mind than to not know yourself?" He winks. "Sounds a lot better than 'I'm two thousand years old' doesn't it?"

"But yes, it would be quite an adventure. One that starts in Ithica, actually. Good thing I know how to get from place to place. Saves time on the customs and such."

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"You could make a killing selling wrinkle cream," Kate winks back, pausing mid-sip at his explanation. "You mean, like, now? Treasure hunt now?" She reaches for her phone, checking it to make sure Clint hasn't put in an SOS recently. "I guess I don't have any actual plans otherwise."

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"It doesn't have to be now-now, Kate. I wouldn't drag you off on some wild adventure with nothing but the clothes on your back." Fenris laughs. "Well, unless you want it that way. Otherwise, get your things ready. I'm not quite sure how long this'll take but the good news is that, provided we don't get trapped in otherdimensional nexuses, we should be able to get back to New York if you really need to. I might not even be adverse to you bringing a friend or two if they're going to insist. Just make sure they know it's an adventure and thus not precisely as safe as a stroll in the park."

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"I am completely unconvinced by that line of argument, mister let's go off on the wild hunt, want a ride?" Kate grins, shaking her head. "You have lovely gaits, by the way," she teases. "But sure, I'm up for a quest. Now or later, either way." Lips pursed, she considers for a moment, chin propped on one hand. "Quests are…I mean, they're supposed to try your character, right? And if you don't pass, that's when awful things happen."

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"Depends on what you're questing for. And why. Ordinarily, if someone had come to me asking for a way to be more powerful, I'd be asking them that questions. However…" Fenris is suggesting this to her rather than the other way around. "I've seen what you do with your power. I've watched you protect women who have no one else to stand up for them. I've seen you stare at monsters out of men's nightmares and not flinch. I, for one, have no doubts about your character."

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"I, ah." Kate pauses, smile slipping sheepishly crooked. "I wasn't thinking about mine," she admits. "I mean, I'm not…I'm not perfect. But I mostly know my flaws. I know what to be careful about. I know what mistakes I make, at least. The friend I was thinking of, on the other hand? I think he could use the confidence he could get from this sort of thing. But I also think there's a chance it could end poorly, you know?"

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Fenris chuckles. "I find, Kate, that with anything worth doing there is usually that chance. If you're willing to take a chance on him though, then I will too. Have I met this friend of yours?" The Old Wolf has met several of Kate's friends, mostly through their mutual acquiantance with the chaos cat. Still, he's aware that she has others he doesn't know.

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"Hard to keep track," Kate chuckles. "But Robin the…I don't know, I think he's the third one I know of, at least. Little and cranky." And yet, there's some fondness there as well. "He's been having a hard time lately. Finding his place in the world. What he wants to do. Who he wants to be. And there's at least one person I think wants to take advantage of his past. Who wants to nudge him toward the darker side of things. I've been hoping to give him a chance to see the other side."

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Fenris smiles. "Bring him. There's an odd magic in these kinds of quests. Somehow, it seems that what people are really looking for is what they end up finding, even if it's not the thing they set out to get."

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Kate nods slowly, seeming to agree. "Besides, it'll get him out of his own head for a little bit," she muses, moving on to the second donut. "So, do you have a cell phone or something?" she asks, smile returning.

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Remarkably, Fenris does. "Convenient, these. Here…" He writes down his number on the recipt for his doughnut and coffe and slides it over to her. "First time I've given out that in a while, I must say. So…" His smile becomes broader and he winks. "How are the doughnuts?"

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"Delicious," Kate says through a mouthful of one, grinning again as she types the number into her own phone. "Not something I'd go for on a hangover morning, mind. But really good for went out and kicked some butt and maybe got my butt kicked a little bit back. Donuts can't be new though, right? Fried dough? That had to be discovery number two after putting dough over a fire. Put it over a fire in fat."

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"Well no, not new per se, but the Mendozas here seem to have perfected the things into an art form. I'm very fond of their pastries. Perhaps a little too fond, so I don't stop in as often as I want to." The god-wolf winks. "But then that's always the way of these things."

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"Is that a thing you have to worry about?" Kate asks, amused. "Puppy love handles? Immortality means no wrinkles, but you do have to worry about that ten pounds every couple of years for a couple of millennia?"

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"Not the weight gain, per se. I don't have a proper physiology, so I don't realy metabolize food." Don't ask what he does do with it. The answer is kind of disturbing. "However overindulging, the act of it, makes it more difficult for me to remain in control when I need to. And I do need to." Fenris smiles a bit wryly, perhaps sadly this time. "I am, after all, the world ender."

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"That makes sense," Kate points at the bit about overindulging. "And, as a member of this world, I'd like to say thank you for that, because, you know. Awkward situations." She pops the last bit of donut into her mouth, watching him as she chews, before she speaks again. "I feel obligated to point out that just because some prophecy says something, doesn't mean it has to go down that way. I think that's the moral of every prophecy ever."

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"I rather like to think that's true, Kate." Fenris notes, a bit more quietly. "However when you are a creature like me, such things as prophesies have teeth. Chance and coincidence moves to somewhat ridiculous lengths to cause them to come together. That is one reason, among many, that I rarely invoke anything approaching my full power. By living largely as a man, or a wolf, I gain some measure of freedom. Everytime I pull my power back, I trade some of it away. Pull too much and there's a chance I will become lost in the stories told of me. The Destroyer Wolf. It's… not pleasant."

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"Yeah, that guy sounds like a douche." Kate winks, settling her elbows on the table and wrapping her hands around her coffee again. "All I'm saying, though, is that you shouldn't entirely resign yourself to whatever it sounds like your fate is. You might find out it's something totally different when push comes down to shove."

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"He kind of is." Fenris winks. "I don't like him much. Except when I need him. And you're right, of course. One has to be careful in general when dealing with prophesy. Sometimes it can turn out to be something you didn't think it was." He smiles now, touching his nose. "And sometimes you can just buck it. As for me? I'm free. And I'm not going back."

He takes in a deep breath and lets it out. "And we'll see about getting you a weapon worthy of the hero I think you will be. And your friend his confidence back."

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"Honestly?" Kate's smile slips crooked. "I've got a great bow that means a lot. But if I can find a way to help more people, or if going on this quest can help a friend? That means more than whatever we might find." Shrugging, she glances away for a moment, smile holding. "I'm sure that sounds super cheesy, but it's true."

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Fenris touches his nose. "And that Kate, is why I think you're the first person I've seen in a couple thousand years who might have what it takes to wield what we'll find." He grins a bit. "Well, I'm going for a walk. Are you staying here? You'd be welcome to come with me."

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Kate reaches for her phone to check the time, just as the text tone goes off. "I was going to say yes," she smirks, shaking her head, "But it looks like Clint needs a ride. Rain check?" Collecting her coffee cup, she slides out of the booth. "You always walk into the most interesting things, after all."

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"That's life as a wolf for you. I'll take that rain check. Go get your friend. Here." Fenris tosses Kate a carved runestone on a leather thong. "In case he's banged up. Just crack it." And with that the god-wolf, the Destroyer, heads out of the shop and up the street, whistling.


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