10032/Legging Into Discord

Legging Into Discord
Date of Scene:	07 February 2022
Location:	Brighton Beach
Synopsis:	Spider-Man meets someone who's Hella hot. In the best way,
Cast of Characters:	Hella Rokkurdisardottir, Peter Parker

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Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella is in Brighton Beach because it's chockful of Russian immigrants and, if there's one thing she misses about being back home, it's Russian people. Now, her family is only Russian by location, stowed away in the rural Russian wilderness, where they speak Old Norse and have very different ways to those of modern day Russia. However! Hella did get the chance to spend time with other Russian kids, and their families, and was exposed to Russian culture as she grew up.

    That's why being here, wandering the streets of Russian immigrant neighborhoods, with their shops and food stalls and restaurants, and lots and lots of screaming in Russian...it makes her feel a teensy bit less homesick.

    Despite the cold weather, Hella wears a crisp white tracksuit jacket with pale pink accents and the letters ROKKUR emblazoned on the back, a pair of black cargo pants that fit her stylishly, and some pristine white sneakers. Her hair is plaited tightly in twin french braids, her long white blonde hair tamed into twin tails. In the half-light of the street at night, her body gives off a faint aura of steam, though most people don't tend to notice it.

    Because she's a do-gooder in all ways, she often volunteers to help out people in the neighborhood with pretty much anything they need. Today, she helped an old couple move into a new, safer apartment, cleaning out their old, derelict one by herself. She's just finished the job and is hugging them goodbye and politely waving off any attempts at being paid, "No, no, no! It's my pleasure! Be safe!" It's good to speak in Russian, too!

    Quite hungry from her daily good deed's completion, she's stopped at a vendor cart and is ordering a hefty hunk of Russian cuisine, some delicious Golubtsi -- turkey-and-rice-stuffed braised cabbage rolls with an organic kale salad with beets, feta cheese, and sunflower seeds! Her stomach grumbles loudly as she settles down on a bench to consume some good ol' Russian soul food!

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man is keeping to Queens and Brooklyn tonight. Manhattan is still a mess, and there are things that need to be sorted out before he heads back there.

But there are plenty of bad guys here to clean up, still. Such as the Little Stalins who were running their games with drugs, guns, and fleecing refugees.
And...at least they are dressed appropriately for tonight's activities.
Three men is track suits, running shoes, and ski masks bold out of an alley, running like the devil was after them. What swings out of the alley is red, but also blue in places. No horns, but big eyes, and is swinging around on lines of thin strands that are still strong enough to hold a man's weight.

"Come ON, guys! It's not like we have gulags here!" Spider-Man calls out as he begins closing the distance between him and the Stalins.

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Having grown up with a /bunch/ of older brothers, Hella learned to eat rapidly, lest her food be taken from her by bigger, hungrier brothers! It's only as a result of this prior conditioning that she's able to eat most of her street food purchase before she hears the sound of many feet pounding the pavement. Now. This is not necessarily cause for concern, or enough to raise an alert in her mind... But, the things the people running are /saying/ catch her attention and have her standing up from her seat with one of the golubtsi rolls still crammed in her mouth. The kale salad, alas, falls to the ground in her haste. She bites back a curse as she catches sight of the Little Stalins running in her direction, still glancing back over their shoulders to see if they're being chased.

    Hella's brow furrows, the golubtsi roll still clamped in her mouth as she brushes her hands together, her eyes narrowing in a calculating fashion. She whips the golubtsi roll out of her mouth, half eaten, and points it at the men in tracksuits. <<What's going on, you guys?! What red devil??>> she calls out in Russian. They don't seem to take notice of her, so she pelts one of them with the half-eaten roll.

    Suddenly, she catches sight of a red-and-blue figure zipping around, seemingly without any aid! This must be the 'red devil'! She isn't sure who's the good guy and who's the bad guy, here. Not yet. Not until she gets a good, close look at...none other than...SPIDER-MAN! Her eyes fly open wide and she doesn't hesitate any longer! "HEY, YOU PUNKS," she yells in English, for Spidey's sake. "STOP RUNNING FROM JUSTICE!" she commands them, running up to meet them head-on. She punches the closest guy to her square in the jaw! Not as hard as she can, no. But, it's still /pretty hard/ and he does catch a little air time!

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man is swinging in low, passing over the heads of the other people. If he could get them before they reach the end of the boardwalk, then he's got a good chance before...

...hey, what's that woman going tod-INCOMING!
Spider-Man does not so much dodge the Little Stalin who was catching some solid Air Time as hopscotch over his body to leap forward, aiming both arms at the other two...

THWIPP! THWIPP!

And suddenly the other two stop running as their feet are webbed to the wooden decking. He lands near them, then plucked a small bag from one of the Stalins. "Jeez, guys."

He turns to spot Hella and blinks. Okay...wow. She's got the build for turning a crook into a cartoon character. He walks back towards her, looking to the guy she flattened. "Wow...nice uppercut, ma'am," he said politely. He sounds rather young, if only in his mannerisms. "Thanks for the help."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella pauses in her rampage, planting her feet apart and her fists on her hips as the remaining Little Stalins get thwipped to the ground, going nowhere! She smiles big and brightly at Spider-Man, laughing happily as he compliments her. SPIDER-MAN just gave her a compliment! NICE! "Oh, is my pleasure, Spider-Man," she says with fervent delight, in a super-thick Russian accent. "I dream one day, maybe I fight with famous superheroes, but! Never thought dream would come true!" She's positively glowing. It's a good look on her!

    Looking down at the pretty pathetic Russian crooks, she deflates a little. "Not much help needed. Weak punks!" she gives one of them a good kick in the butt. "What they did, Spidey? I can call you Spidey?" she asks, realizing she probably shouldn't be too informal, since this is the first time she's ever met him!

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man shrugs. "No worries about calling me that. It's actually a lot nicer than some of the names THESE guys tossed at me. I don't know very much Russian. I understood the hand gestures, though."
He holds up the cloth bag. "Some lady was getting these out of hock at a nearby pawn shop when those three Brooklyn Bolsheviks decided to 'redistribute the wealth.' I should bring this back, but I'm calling the cops on these schmucks first and make sure the cops document it before bringing it back. Do you...mind hanging out, miss, and show me how you knocked that other guy cold while we wait?"

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella glares down at the bad dudes as Spider-Man explains what evil deeds they got up to that caught his notice. She shakes her head reproachfully at them. "Spidey, I tell you truly. I am socialist, but I don't support theft!" she says this earnestly, pointing accusingly at the Little Stalins -- some of them flinch, even! <<SHAME ON YOU FOR MAKING RUSSIANS LOOK BAD IN SPIDER-MAN'S EYES!>> she berates them in Russian. Of course, Spidey knows his name when he hears it, though.

    She smiles brightly and nods her head, "Of course, Spidey! Anything you like. I help. I serve up DISCORD to any who oppose justice and do-gooding!" She flexes both her arms in a very impressive fashion, hugging them down and inward, her shoulders rolling. "I show you! You want I punch another one?" she says, her brows lifted and moving toward the closest bad guy to her. "GET UP, EVILDOER!" she commands the guy before Spider-Man has a chance to answer.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey holds up his hands. "Easy, easy there, Discord...that webbing is going to keep them right in place for the next hour or so. They're not going anywhere."
He pauses. "Discord. Mayhem, chaos. Eris was her name in Greek. Do you mind if I call you Eris for now?" He looks around. "I'm the last guy who wants to get personal about your name if you don't want to share it. Besides, Eris has a bit of a lighter tone to it."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella releases the guy's tracksuit and lets him flop back onto the ground. She'd grabbed it and was prepared to yank him into a standing posture of some kind so she could demonstrate her punching skills for Spider-Man! "Oh, of course, Spider-Man. No problem!" she says agreeably, a big smile on her face. Her eyes, pale icy blue, are kind of sparkling. She's got just a teensy smidge of starstruck fangirliness happening, though she's doing an admirable job of reining it in!

    "Oh! If you want to call me Eris, sure! A nickname from Spider-Man; this is not normal!" she gushes. "But, if you want to know, I am Hella Rokkurdisardottir! Most people call me Hella, or Rokkur. At the firehouse, they call me Rokkur, because that's what fit on my turnout gear," she shares without hesitation. She seems happy to tell Spidey pretty much anything he wants to know. So far, anyway!

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man blinks. "Firehouse? You mean, you're a firefighter?" He sounds impressed, and a little awed. "Well, geez, you're already a hero. Heroine, I mean. That's awesome, really. Going into burning buildings, saving lives? Wow!"
The last word in like a hushed "Wow" so as not to wake the neighbors.
"I might stick with Eris, though. That name is a journey all its own. Like a mountain trip. Long, but with a lot of character in it."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella beams even brighter, though it may have seemed impossible! She looks so proud when you appear to be impressed with her job. It's true that she has some unfair advantages when it comes to fighting fires, but that kind of thing only helps save lives, so it's the only kind of cheating she'd ever participate in willingly! She nods her head and puffs her chest out even more, "Yes, I am firefighter! I have some...special talents that help me be the best firefighter I can be."

    Then, she blushes a little, her body giving off a bit more of her steam aura in the night air. "I cannot believe it. A nickname from Spider-Man. I am so touched. This is not normal! Fantastic!" she sounds so pleased, a little giddy. "I am so glad I met you this night!"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey smiles wryly under the mask. "Same goes back to you. The city can always use more people willing to help others. I..."

He looks up as two uniformed officers frm the local precinct appear, walking towards Spidey and Hella. The lead officer takes out his pad. "Three men robbed a pawnshop two blocks away. These them?"
Spidey nods, then hands the small bag to the officer. "I took this off the yutz in red sneakers."
The cop nods, then both go over to check out the webbed-up, webbed-down crooks.

"You know, there's actually another Spider-fellow that works around here, too. Calls himself Comrade Spinner. Looks kinda like me, but wears a ushanka hat, and wears it well." He chuckles. "Ever run across him?"

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella watches the exchange with the uniformed officers that arrive. She gives mean glares to the criminals, including a quite intimidating fake-out lunge. While Spider-Man talks to the police, she continues to make threatening gestures to the bad guys, and occasionally saying something in Russian to them. She really did learn a lot from her brothers!

    Her attention is drawn away from the bad guys when Spider-Man addresses her, again. She whips her eyes to his face mask's eyes and she shakes her head, looking curious. "No, I don't live here, exactly. I come to help people when I have free time. I go to University and I have firehouse job, so my time...limited," she says a little sadly. "But! I will keep eye out for Comrade Spinner. I will tell him I met Spider-Man!" she smiles winningly.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey nods. "Well, we kinda know each other. I actually have to give him something to help stay in touch better."

Spidey gives Hella a fond look. He tilts his head slightly when he sees a tell-tale...shimmer coming off of her. The temp reading is...105.

She had said something about being able to deal with fire better than others...
Nope. Nope. Nope. He's not going to pry. She doesn't owe him any answers. But she is young, idealistic, and eager to help.

"Uhm, I wanted to ask you something...well, it might be personal." He points to a bench about 20 feet away from the rubberneckers. "But you don't have to answer any question you don't want to answer."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella nods her head knowingly, though she has no idea what Spider-Man's talking about, re: the communication thing. She doesn't want to disappoint, though, so she smiles and nods! That's the ticket!

    To the gesturing at the bench, Hella readily complies, walking toward it in pace with Spidey. "You can ask me anything, though be sure you want to know answer, haha~" she laughs amiably. Sitting on the bench first, she lets Spider-Man dictate the closeness, which suits her just fine. She's aware she's excited, which really gets her ramped up, but she doesn't want to be creepy. He's just a guy, like she's a gal. He poops, too! Like everyone else does! Famous do-gooder or not, she won't be weird! No weirder than usual, anyway! "Ask away," she says confidently.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey sits down on the bench. Not right up next to her, but not at the end of the bench like he had sat with Bridget Anonsky at the 5th-grade dance.
What? She had been scary with those ice-blue eyes of hers.
"I've got a little gadget in my mask that has you giving off the kind of heat that would put a normal person in the hospital. Do you have...special gifts that most people don't have?" His voice is polite, but quiet again. Like he doesn't want everyone around him to lean towards him to listen like the people in those old, old commercials.

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella's eyes are also icy blue -- just sayin'! But, it's good that Spider-Man's not scared of her, because that'd give her a sad.

    Hella listens with a neutral face, her brows lifted and her lips parted a bit. If Spidey's looking, he can tell she's blushing a little, though most people would put that down to being outdoors in the cold. "Ah, that," she clears her throat. "I...yes. Hard to explain, but I have affinity with fire, so to speak. My body," she gestures to her whole self, "physiology...is different from most people. Nothing to worry about. I feel great!" she smiles reassuringly. Oof! She had no idea Spider-Man could read body temperatures! Not that she can control it all that well. It's autonomic. Though, she has learned to control it a bit better, kinda like how humans can control their breathing, even though it's also an autonomic function. Complicated!

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nodded. "Okay...that fits with what I was seeing. I cen see why that would make it easier for you as a firefighter...but maybe toughter, too, in other ways. Do you do a lot of training to learn how to control your abilities?"

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella grins and nods. "Always, Spider-Man. Every day since I was born, I have trained. My family is very serious about learning how to control our abilities," she says solemnly. "I think is just excitement over meeting you," she smiles brightly. "Trust, I know how to control myself and my abilities. I won't bring harm to anyone who doesn't deserve it, such as bad guys!" she reassures him with earnest confidence.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man chuckles. "I wasn't suggesting you weren't holding it together well. You are. Far better than I was, at the beginning. I wasn't born like this, it sorta just...HAPPENED to me. Believe me, I was the ORIGINAL 98-Pound Weakling. Being able to do what I can do now...it took a LOT of work. I even had to find a place where I could train in relative solitude. I found a place, and I learned a lot about myself just making it suitable to train in. But that whole Olympic performance chase? For the first few weeks, I was crashing into stuff ALL the time."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella looks skeptical as he details just how not-with-it he was, in the beginning. Could it be true?! She cants her head a little and eventually says, "I can see how it is achieved with hard work. I have trouble imagining you crashing into things, but I also remember my first incineration. Mastery does not come in one day!" She shakes her head. "I trained in the wilderness of Northern Russia, Spidey. Where there were no people to be hurt while I trained and studied hard. My family has long history of such training, so everything was streamlined for me by the time I was born," she smiles fondly, thinking of home.

    "But, is truly inspiring, how you overcame your challenges! It makes me proud to know you!" she says and actually leans forward to give Spider-Man (THE Spider-Man) an impulsive hug! It's friendly and warm, and very brief. She has no designs! She is simply excited to make friends with him. "Oh! I hope hug is okay. I apologize for surprise-hug. I forget personal space, sometimes. Not everyone hugs like my family!"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey smiles. "I think you're cool. Besides, I got a girl. She's a class act, I gotta tell ya. And I'd never do wrong by her." He chuckles. "I get a lot of hugs, but they're friendly hugs. I just go with it. Life's too short to be stand-offish, anyway."

He does give a slow sigh as he looks out at the lights of Coney Island. "I'm still being challenged, though. Some days, I feel like...like Rocky. Rocky Balboa. A fictional boxer, from Philadelphia. He's a guy that doesn't quit. That's who I want to be like. A decent guy who makes mistakes, learns from them, can get beaten down...but never beaten. 'It ain't how hard you hit...it's how hard ya GET HIT...and keep movin' forward.'"

He looks to Hella. "If I can be like that...face my fears right in the eyes...then I know I can help people."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella nods her head vigorously, "It was friendly, one-hundred percent!" She smiles in relief as he seems to understand. People who are grateful tend to want to show it, and sometimes a hug is the only way they can think of to do that. Hella, though, is just impulsive. "I'm glad you have class act girl! You deserve the best," she says with two thumbs up!

    Hella has never seen any of the Rocky films, but she can tell this is a very meaningful story for Spider-Man, so she resolves to watch the movie! She has a lot of catching up to do, really, and not a lot of free time to do it. Oof!

    She has another opportunity to smile, then. She plops her hand down on Spidey's shoulder and grips it tightly in a reassuring gesture, "You /do/, Spider-Man. You /do/. You are already a hero! Everyone agrees with me, I know it!"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "Well, at least the cops think I'm on their side. Wasn't like that at the beginning. J. Jonah Jameson still has a mad-on for me, but he's not really a bad guy. And even the stuff like Spider-Fail.com...it may make fun of me, but it also makes me less scary. And the crooks, they underestimate me as a result."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella makes a FEH sound and waves a dismissive hand, "They are envious! That is all. Do not let sad sacks get you down, Spider-Man!" She grins. "I find it surprising how difficult it is for some people to be self-confident. I was raised in very positive, encouraging family home. Only criticism was to encourage, like playful verbal sparring," she shares. "You have much to be proud of, believe me."