Crepe Friends

Summary:
February 24, 2015: Jericho and Lunair discuss the HYDRA threat

Cafe, Somplace New York City


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Jericho is leaning back in an open air cafe, digesting a (very delicious) crepe and poking at things online. It's been a quiet day so far but he's increasingly distrustful of those since they seem to go hand in hand with 'bad people plotting things'. Which is most certainly the case here.

This place isn't too horribly far from his apartment, and in a nicer area of Hells Kitchen (there are a lot more of those than there used to be) so he's pinged Lunair to see what the young mercenary is up to and pick her brain a little.

***

Crepes are pretty kickin' rad. Lunair's been here, there and everywhere. She's even played detective of sorts briefly. It makes it tough to keep her promise to Magneto to look after M-town sometimes, but then - thinking of herself as a mutant is still novel in its way. If she hadn't gotten her genes sequenced and looked at (Hank is just unzipping all those genes!)…

But fortunately, Lunair's wisened up and changed her look a few times. She has straight, dark hair now, and a vaguely rebellious long coat, heavy boots look. She shuffles on in to the cafe. She looks around, then smiles on seeing Jeri and heads over to the table. "Hey there."

***

Jericho glances up and smiles a bit gesturing quietly for Lunair to have a seat while he taps at something only he can see. "Hey Lunair. Nice to see you. Hungry at all?"

He pauses for a moment, left hand over the right forearm fingers moving as if on an invisible keyboard. "So, got some interesting news yesterday about a woman named 'Susan'. Someone I think you're kind of familiar with."

***

Lunair smiles back, "Did you want a refill? I might get one of those crepes," Pause. "It is good to see you, too, Jeri. And a little."

She looks to his arms. "You must live a video game," Lunair considers it a moment. She is an audience for a moment, looking to him with slightly distant gaze. "Susan…? The name is KIND of familiar," She furrows her eyebrows, "But it's hard to place."

***

"CEO of HealthJuice Incorporated." Jericho tugs a picture out of his pouch and hands it to Lunair. "Also, according to certain sources, a telepath with pursuasion powers." He pauses to tap a few more times.

"Mmm, kind of like living a video game I guess, but let me tell you, not quite all it's cracked up to be. Especially the 'everyone wants to kill you' part.

***

Susan! Lunair snaps to. "Oh yeah! I was wondering how she's been doing," She accepts the picture. "She never seemed open about her powers, but - I can see why one wouldn't." Telepaths are probably target #1, not to mention all of the unease and loneliness and hearing everyone's misc thoughts and… Well.

"I hope things are going well for her." Lunair goes quiet, to listen to Jericho. She nods. "Yeah, I bet you don't respawn, either." A sigh. "I am jealous of grandpa. He's immortal." And pretty badass, but hey. "I guess being a telepath and stuff would make a really good, if terrifying CEO, though…" Shiver.

***

"I'll bet she was a good CEO." Jericho nods. "She's missing."

He sits up and focuses on Lunair now, closing out his other views. Works done for the moment. Or, work that involves the 'net at any rate. "Grandpa?"

***

"… oh." Lunair frowns, remembering to do so this time. Her eyebrows furrow. "That's - unfortunate." She has a fairly good idea of what or who might've… Lunair looks to Jericho. "Just - It's probably not coincidental," Even if there /are/ those who like to take apart people with powers.

She nods at Jericho. "My grandfather. It's odd, but he's - he looks not a whole lot older than me."

***

"It gets worse. I think she ran. Several 'government agents' were at her office two days ago asking about her whereabouts." Jericho grimaces. "I ran facial recognition. Three of them showed up as people I know contract out to HYDRA. She's gone to ground. I need to find her before they do." He sighs. "Which is why I called you. You knew her, yes?"

***

Frown. Remaining. "Oh." Sigh. "That - would make sense, and they probably sent people resistant to her or something." Because telepaths or something. "I do. It's been a few years, but …" Well, kids group up invariably. Lunair's little group just happened to involve a Susan. "I think she'd remember me. I remember her." Nod. Lunair pauses. "But I don't have a lot of power as a detective." Maybe she needs more video games to practice on. "I - hmm. Do you mean - maybe - making myself visible or something?"

***

"You can leave the detective work to me. I'm good at information." Jericho explains. "I just need to know how to contact her, maybe where she might go, what signs to give her that she might trust." Beat. "She'll probably insist on talking to you personally."

***

"I believe it," Lunair smiles faintly up to Jericho. "Hmm…" She looks thoughtful. "It's been so long," Lunair ponders this. "And sure, I'd be okay with talking to her. I think you have my number? My old name was Muriel, though Muriel is legally dead - she knew me under that name. I know she was really good at blending in with people and making friends, so she'd probably go with 'hide in a crowd' or something similar. Most organizations do limit slaughter of civilians, after all." Hmmm. "I know she hated bugs a lot."

***

"So she won't head north to the wilderness." Jericho returns that faint smile as he ticks of his mental checklist. "And she'll try to stick with the crowds. She'll want to avoid the jet set, that's the first place they'll look for her. And that means…" He thinks. "Gotham. It has to be. She'll blend there in the last place anyone would look for a CEO, if she's smart. And as good as you say."

"Mmmm, yes I have your contact info. And I remember that name from the Hydra documents. I don't think they have your current one." Pause. "Why did you change it?"

***

"Right," Lunair nods. "Probably. And if she's got telepathy and can nudge people, it's not too hard to suddenly be the new secretary or something," Lunair considers. "Besides, Gotham has a lot of dramatic fog. She loves old dramas and movies. I always had to play the bad guy and stuff." She goes quiet a moment. "I hope I'm right. Nostalgia really clouds your memories, doesn't it?" She murmurs.

"And /I/ didn't. It's kind of fuzzy to be honest. After the building collapsed, that's - what I got called." Shrug. "Maybe I did pick it." Lunair is probably not the most reliable of narrators on the planet (definitely out of the runnings for an Oscar…). "I was, admittedly, distracted at the time. Besides, remember… they told our families we had died and all been burned as biohazardous waste. We're not really even people in the records anymore and good luck being legally dead."

***

"Mmmm…" Jericho nods. His eyes gleam a little as he opens up a new connection, thinking about all that. "Nostalgia can, but remembering what people like can be valuable…"

Of all the people Jericho knows Lunair might be closest to his own story. Especially the 'leaving everything behind' bit. "Have you never wanted to try to go back to being Muriel? Find the old life? Family and such?"

***

"True," Lunair peers. Did his eyes just gleam a little? Interesting. "I'll trust you on that. I just hope my memories are right. I felt a little unraveled figuring out why I even-" She cuts off.

It's a bit odd, that commonality. Someone said she was a lot like Logan, and it was about then Lunair considered buying a LOT of shaving supplies. She tilts her head at Jericho. "I don't really remember a lot besides machines and hospitals. Or the labs until I got well enough to walk around. Sometimes I wasn't even sure why they kept making me live," She admits. "It feels like it would open a wound for them. Hi, I'm your dead daughter and I'm a killing machine. Pleased to meet you!" Pause. "I don't know. I guess for now, I'm kinda worried about HYDRA bugging them."

***

"Fair point." Jericho nods, leaning back again. He cants his head slightly at Lunair peering. "I know I had to cut ties with mine. Not that it was hard… HYDRA had already made them think I was a mass murdering terrorist. There's no going back to that one."

There's another pause. It's a pity, really, that others can't see the nested layers of reality that comprise Jericho's life except when he's in Limbo. Which is, granted, quite a bit now. "Okay… nothing on Susan yet on my Gotham cams but I'll keep looking. Is there anyone she'd reach out to for help?"

***

Lunair tilts her head. "Really? I'm sorry. That's … really cruel and unfair," She frowns. "I honestly don't know what I'd say," She admits. "If I met them. And to be frank, I - have a hard time seeing you with that reputation. You're a lot gentler in a fight than me." She admits it, really. "But yeah… those things stick." She is sympathetic, if really off about it.

Lunair works with what she is given. She's never been in Limbo, and she doesn't go prodding after bits about Jericho. Macking on someone's boyfriend? Super uncool. At his question, she looks deep in thought, "I'm seriously reaching back here." She remarks. "I know she hates bugs, so probably not so poor places. Maybe…" Hmmm. "I imagine if she has any branches or assets in Gotham. Plenty of people drink juice or go to cafes. As for people she'd reach out to, I don't remember her changing her name. Maybe she could still talk to her family."

***

"Family. Alright, I'll see about tracking them down." Jericho nods, pausing another long moment to start that search. "I'm a soldier Lunair. I'm trained to do what's necessary. If I can get in and out and no one's the wiser, all good. If I have to kill everyone who gets in my way, then that's what it takes. Some things are too important to leave to half measures." He shrugs.

"Granted, what people think of me is usually based on HYDRA altering my records. I've been wanted and unwanted in so many states that it's hard to keep track. Mostly I manage to keep off the watch lists these days but there was a time when I had an eleven state manhunt on me."

***

"I know," Lunair tilts her head. "I understand that, too. And I know better. You're not really a bad dude," She offers. Pause. "Geez. That's rough. Well, you can always hang out in the basement if it gets too bad." Friendship status: Basement zoned. "And yeah, I'm sorry. I wish I knew more. We all kinda split up. No one really wanted to think about it much," She looks down. "I suppose that was pretty stupid in hindsight."

***

"Very human thing to do, Lunair." Jericho says quietly. "And thank you." Not many people would say 'he's not a bad guy'. Well, a few would, but not all that many still.

"You wanted to start over. Put some distance between you and it. Some soldiers do the same thing, coming home. Try to put the war away. It just… never quite works out that way." He glances up for a moment. "Even if we wish it did."

***

Lunair smiles at his thanks. She seems to genuinely believe it, too. He's a pal.

"Also, I was a legally dead almostateenager. What was I going to /do/ exactly?" Her options were - pretty few. "So I thought I'd try to be normal once I got out on my own." She goes quiet, looking to the table and back to him. "What a fool I was." She shakes her head. "I get antsy when I don't get out and work. People look at you funny. I wonder if they know? Or do they sense a predator? People would happily dissect us to make more. Or wish we didn't exist. So I suppose you're right." She never stood a chance. "Oh well."

"I guess that can't be helped. I'll just have to see what my options are and try to at least get Hydra to dial back awhile." She isn't foolish enough to believe they'd just /give up and go away/.

***

It's possible. Hydra's a many headed beast and they're all distracted by something different. Find the head that wants you and murder it and the rest of the beast is usually content to leave you alone, scoffing at the fools who thought their idea was better. "We'll see about that. Soon. Hydra's planning something big and I don't doubt they'll try to grab you again. Just like I don't doubt they wanted Susan for her control abilities. If we can find her she may be able to tell us what they were after, and who it was."

***

"Yeah, that's true," Lunair considers. "I bet. I dunno, you're the expert. I was just sick and dying." She hms softly. "Yeah, they've really been aggressive. Like that metal arm guy from the Gotham gym flipped a dumpster on me. Then as he left, he saluted me. Although, I did kinda chuck a flash bang at him because he had a giant black box and was pulling up somewhere," She considers. "… but STILL." It's the principle of the thing!

"Yeah, I'll keep an eye out for her. She really liked twin ponytails, too."

***

"Do that. Like I said I get the feeling I'll have to use your name to find her and if I do I'm sure she'll want proof that I'm not some HYDRA agent after her." Jericho's many things but he often does not appear trustworthy and he knows this quite well.

***

If the 80s were any indication, giant, glowing neon wolf computer guys? Totally trust worthy. Guys over 30 in suits? No. Especially bald ones with goatees. "Sure thing," Lunair promises. "I honestly can't blame anyone at this point for being paranoid," She admits. "I am a bit jumpy, myself. But I did get to enjoy some stuff. And I do have something for you on the ship, anyway. As a thanks for bumming your stuff."

***

"Oh?" Jericho lifts an eyebrow, seeming mildly surprised. "That's nice of you Lunair, thank you. You know you didn't have to right?" Still, he appreciates it quite a bit. And won't let on that he is himself over thirty.

***

Lunair trusts Jericho very much, age or not. "You're welcome. And of course I didn't have to. It's a gift, not an obligation," She remarks. Lunair doesn't know his age, and generally, she seems pretty happy not to ask. The less light on her own youth, dangit. "Beyond this, it is good to see you. I hope you had a nice Valentine's and stuff." Pause. "A hydra-free one maybe at least."

***

The hacker honestly doesn't remember what he did for Valentines. Knowing he and Illyana, though, it probably involved fighting. Just one of those things. HYDRA doesn't take holidays off. "Mmmm, more or less? I think? Thanks anyway. And I'll come up to see it soon. How was your Valentines? Did you get to spend any time with your big green crush?"

***

Whatever one does, and floats one's metaphorical boat. Lunair tries to savor little bits of life when she can. It beats the hospital life, really. "Yeah?" Headtilt. "Sure thing," She nods. Then she blushes deeply. "It was really nice. We went to the hot springs in Iceland." Fidget. So, probably pretty happy. "I am glad I did. He got to see new stones, some lava flows and we explored." That would be a yes. They have their own way of spending time, it seems. "I think he would've liked Viking culture," She considers.

***

"I'll take that as a good thing since you seem to like him." Jericho says, his eyes glimmering amber again. He finds that whole thing rather quietly amusing. "Anyway, quite glad to hear that."

***

"Yeah," Smile. Lunair and Skaar are probably not the most expressive people on the team, by anyone's standard. Except maybe anger. It's probably the most obvious one. Nevertheless, it was a nice day! She peers. His eyes glimmer! Curious. "Thanks. Past that and running into Russians impersonating cops and metal arm guy… That's the most newsworthy stuff." Besides present, but there's no sense beating a dead news horse.

***

"Stay on standby. I'll keep digging at this but I get the feeling that HYDRA is going to try something big soonish." Jericho's seen the signs creeping in through the network. Odd patterns. Silence in the usual places. All hints that something important is going on. "And I have a few leads. If they do, I may need help."

***

"Sure thing. I'm always glad to help you," Lunair nods. "They have been kinda quiet a few days and I bet me bothering them is probably a little upsetting," Contemplate this. "Okay." She will help. Lunair is nothing, if a good, quiet guard when she's put to it. And/or massively destructive.

***

"Probably a lot upsetting if I know them." Jericho grins. "Which is good." Sometimes, as the saying goes, one just needs to break out a railgun and waste some snakes.

Okay so he made that saying up, but it's still totally a saying.

***

Only my railgun! It's actually a theme song. And it is totally a saying now. Lunair grins back. She emotes sometimes - she just has to remember to, or when she feels especially.

"Yeah. I wish I had more for you, but …" Headshake. "I have mostly kept kind of quiet, got a dumpster flipped on me, and stuff."

***

Jericho smiles a bit. "Yes, so I had observed. Dont worry. Information is what i do. And firepower is what you do. Soon as I have something for you I will let you know. Promise,"

***

Lunair smiles back. "The same." She pauses. "Did you want another crepe? I might get one while I'm here. I can hang out a little while, then go. I don't want to get anyone hurt." Lunair seems aware that two targets in one place might end sort of badly for those around them.

***

"Sure." If Jericho is worried he's not showing it. At the moment. He often worries about these kinds of things but he's quite good at monitoring the various electronic watchers people put up. Cameras, phones and such. So in cities he often has advance warning of an attack. It's how he stays alive.

***

Lunair - sadly lacks those things, though she's pretty alert. "Cool, I'll get a chocolate one. What kind do you want?" Beam. She seems happy to chill and chat. "I did run into one odd fellow. Well, he ran into me. But I'll tell you post-crepe. I'm crepein'." She makes puns. It's awful. She also uses the internet to catch up on social skills, history and things she is short on. Uh oh. But it won't take her long to fetch refills and a couple of crepes.

***

"Mmmm. Chicken Florentine if you don't mind." Jericho chuckles and waits for Lunair to return. "So who did you meet? Had a couple of odd runins myself lately. Odder than usual."

***

"Not at all," Lunair will return shortly, with said Chicken Florentine and her own sweets. She has a drink, likely some fruity soda. She pauses. "He was really old, German and really fast. Very strong. Called himself Zyklon. He went on about me being important to fruiting some plan or another. I'm not fruit and I don't like Hydra," She states simply, setting the chicken florentine before Jericho and her own down. "So I fled on scooter, and he kept up. Long story short, he tried to swat me with a lamp post and I TOTALLY owe K'tten a huge favor. What kind of stuff does she like, anyway?"

***

"Machine parts." Jericho supplies. "And hot cocoa. So he kept up with you in traffic mmm? Zyklon…" Jericho frowns, doing a database search. Nothing. "German for 'cyclone.' Interesting name. If he wanted you for HYDRA he's either a very powerful agent or someone more important." He'll have to dig a little.

***

"Yeah, it was super creepy. I don't wanna be any part of their plans," Lunair asserts. "Hmm, machine parts and hot cocoa…" Ponder. "Maybe I'll ask my metal friend what he thinks is cool. Or some hot cocoa." Marshmallows! Yes or no? So many questions! "He was all, pulling syringes at me and saying if I didn't go nicely, I'd need more extensive modifications. Super creepy." Shiver. "I said no thank you and ran away." She will start cutting up her crepe for proper forking. "Also, it inspired me just to go buy a car since all he had to do was grab me off the scooter."

***

"Get something good and fast. Talk to Metal, maybe. He can improve and modify you a car that'll do." Jericho's own car is bulletproof with an improved engine but he made most of those modifications himself. He is, after all, a pretty decent mechanic. "Or I can do it, though I'll do it a whole hell of a lot slower."

***

"Yeah, I like a lot of import muscle cars," Lunair admits shyly. She likes powerful cars. But it makes sense, she's definitely a lot stronger on the offensive side. "I might. I like to bring Metal ore. He's so nice." He's great! Lunair seems to adore and have an immense respect for the metal fellow. "It's okay. You've probably ot lots to do anyway," She remarks. "Unless you just have a burning itch to." In which case, who is Lunair to stop his joy?

***

"Mmmmm. Lot on my plate." Jericho grins. And it's true. There's the stuff folks know about: HYDRA hunting, hacking, staying alive. And the stuff folks… generally don't. Gardening in Limbo and beating down demons on the fringes, for example. "But I try to make time for friends who need my help." The hacker is shockingly loyal when one gets down to it. IF you can earn his friendship. Which takes some doing.

***

It's true. Lunair doesn't pry, though. He's a friend, as far as she's concerned and she's tremendously loyal and friendly. She just - needs to meter the violence a little. Just a lil'. "Yeah, I can understand that. We're closing on midterms," She pauses. "But you know. I've found it so easy to learn. I don't know why. It's not to be arrogant… I just - DO." Baffled. "Oh well. Maybe I was just born for botany." That is obviously a joke.

"I appreciate it. It's really nice of you. If I can do anything to help back, I am glad to. I'm really good at chemistry, gardening and cooking." Pause. "Also sometimes investing." She gets up to /things/. "It's up to you. I can ask Metal. He is a good person. Very shiny."

***

"Just let me know what you decide." Jericho chuckles. "And if I need help I'll certainly call on you." He gets that Lunair is clever. One does not make it as a merc as a thickie. How clever he doesn't quite know but he's learned not to underestimate people. "And if you need a hand picking things out… I know people." Like Pepper.

***

"Totally." Though, some mercs are pretty dense. She just doesn't have ABS OF STEEL or PECS OF MIGHT AND GLORY to carry her to victory. Seriously, it's a pain sometimes. Nor does Lunair have the G CUPS OF VICTORY that some gals have. Tragically, no regeneration, either. It's tough out there! As far as Lunair is concerned, Jericho is one totally smart dude. And he uses google without going insane. That too, is a super power.

"Okay, though - I'll probably just pick something nice and fast." Smile. "With good steering. Then I can worry about the rest. I'll probably have to pile on some aftermarket modifications, but that's life. Few suits are awesome off the rack and stuff." A beat. She nomfs her crepe a little. Lunair seems to struggle with mannerisms, having to play social catch up. "Hmm." Think. "I think those are most of the dudes I've run into, and what I've been up to." Nod.

***

Jericho nods slowly. She can't see it but he's pulling up specs on a SHIELD helicarrier. Declassified ones like one might find in an Aerospace Magazine which means they're near useless for any kind of detail work (occasonally and amusing leaks to the press aside, and those do happen), but sometimes just knowing something's rough gross tonnage can be handy. Or rough dimensions. He's also got two searches running and is monitoring local cameras and such. Were it to become visible he'd be surrounded by holographic windows. As it is he just looks a bit distraced.

"How much work have you done for SHIELD in the past, Lunair?"

***

Lunair is nomming away as he works. She doesn't seem ruffled in the slightest. One of the perks of her condition is she just accepts people and things as they are. Jeri zoning out sometimes? THat's just him entering the Jeri Zone. She really doesn't know. At his question, the nomming stops.

"Umm. Not a whole huge amount. Just several contracts. I sometimes help out unofficially if I happen to be around."

***

"Mmmm…" Jericho nods again. "I'm trying to figure out where they found out about you.. I suspect they have leaks somewhere but I can't confirm and I don't really want to get into their systems to find out." Beat. "They might get a bit upset. Did they know about your past?"

***

Lunair looks thoughtful. "I did kinda blast a bunch of them in the face a lot over the years in general," She admits. Not to mention rail gunning them in a mall. "And they might. Um, no - nothing beyond what would turn up in a background check. Though, my records are really spotty before I was 12…" She rubs the back of her head. "It's tough to forge that kind of stuff. I am a person who does not really exist. Sort of. Not really. I mean, I guess there's no point in being sad over it. I'm legally dead, so I - needed a name…" Shrug. "I started working for them more this past year or so."

***

Well that's one lead down. Jericho closes one search and opens another, all silently. "Do you know who fabricated your ID or was that arranged for you after the uh, Nursery blew all to hell?" There's nothing else to call it. Also he wonders what the hell they expected.

***

Lunair thinks again. "Well, it was more a lab building," She admits. "The fuzzy memories mess with my temper. It's annoying sometimes," She furrows her brows. Lunair finds it troubling. "I stayed with one of the people who worked there awhile while they taught me stuff. So I guess the scientist did. I don't remember a lot," She says. "I'm sorry. Even now, I'm not sure."

***

Mmmmm. Childhood memory haze or deliberate tampering. Jericho's not prepared to assume anything at this point. Which means he probably needs to schedule a field trip to go check it out. He'll have to do some digging. "Mmmm. No bother then. I'll look into it."

***

It's hard to tell. Lunair isn't the most reliable narrator on the planet, though she is trying at least. "Okie dokey. Sorry about that," Sadface. She takes a sip of her drink. "A lot of the past feels blurry, and I feel a bit weird after discovering my purpose. Was EVERYONE playing with super soldiers and stuff back then? Geez." Sigh. She seems unsure what to think of it. "Though, it must be really tough for you, too."

***

"Can be." Jericho nods. "Especially when you discover that not everyone you thought could be trusted can be." Or that the technology implanted in you doess things no tech ever should.

***

Lunair seems quietly sad a moment. "Yeah." A sympathetic nod. She doesn't know about his tech and all that stuff it shouldn't, but she has no idea what her stuff does about half the time. One thing at a time, right? "Well, we all like you and I'm not sure why, but the idea of backstabbing upsets me immensely." She hms. "Especially since I'm the very definition of surprise attack weasel." Pop! "But I'm not keeping you here, am I?"

***

"Oh no." Jericho assures. "I'm working while we're talking. And enjoying lunch." He gestures to the crepe, courtesy of Lunair. "Do you particularly have somewhere to be? You seemed to be passing through."

***

Smile. "Not really. I finished class for the day already," Lunair shakes her head. "I think I just got used to not sticking too long outside. But I guess if anyone bad turns up, I'll deal with it then. And this is an awesome lunch. Also, that is a lot of multi-tasking," Her eyes widen a little. "I'm not sure I'm in the mood to deal with car salesmen anyway, to be honest."

***

"Buy online." Is anyone surprised that that information came from a hacker? "You can arrange it to be anonymous if you know the right tricks." Dummy accounts and so on. Jericho's good at that kind of chicanery. Comes with the territory. "Botany or something else?"

***

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I like to have it right away, but - patience is probably a virtue." She is young and impulsive in her own way. Lunair nods. "Yeah? Hmm. Okay. I have the ability to pay for one right up, so I guess it own't be too bad." She suspects Jericho's way is the way of wisdom. "Today was plant taxonomy, so yup." Smile. "I just hate morning classes." Such a stereotype! "I also definitely won't buy a red car. Those stand out."

***

"By silver, white or black. Three most common colors out there." Seriously, try to find one of them in parkinglot. Well, specifically, try to find the one that's yours. Jericho smiles. "You need help with that just let me know."

***

"Fair enough. I usually like blue or green, but… this one will be practical. I can have fun another day," She remarks. She smiles to Jericho. "Sure, that'd be cool." Lunair is wiling to admit, he's miles ahead of her when it comes to this stuff. "I guess this does kind of beat asking you to go clothes or plant shopping with me." She is a bit wry about it.

***

Jericho glances down at his jeans, workboots and long sleeve T. "Mmm. My tastes tend to run toward the bland and easily blendable. So I doubt you'd want me picking." Fashion is not his forte.

***

Lunair grins. "That's okay, I've had to change my look to more normal. I stood out a bit just dressing as I want." Considering she was fond of elegant and gothic lolita? She's developed a near British level talent for understatement. "Besides, it's a reliable look. You can run and jump and stuff if it comes to it. Probably comfy, too," She considers. "We'll see. Like I said, I have to lay low for now. I can do fun stuff when the heat passes a little."

***

Jericho chuckles. Hopefully that'll be soon for her. "Well feel free to keep me company a little. I have to head out soon but until then I'm not going anywhere."

***

Lunair smiles at his chuckle. Hopefully. "Sure thing. Hanging out sounds nice." She will do just that quietly for awhile, then. Sometimes, even if normal is out of the question, it is nice to just … hang out.

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