10340/Stranger Tides

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Stranger Tides
Date of Scene: 04 March 2022
Location: Liberty Island
Synopsis: A new friend was made, and Arthur got a sammich!
Cast of Characters: Arthur Curry, Emiko Queen




Arthur Curry has posed:
    There are worse places to take a nap.
    Worse places to wake up to.
    Though right now with the leering and grinning of the four teens from Brooklyn they're betting this old guy will be wishing he was anywhere else.
    "Hey, fuckhead, wake up."
    A round of snickering, giggling, though with a hint of malice is had. They're all between sixteen and nineteen most likely. All of them in blue jeans and sneakers, though one has a hemp shirt, another a basketball jersey, while the others have black t-shirts and all of them with a mishmash of jackets. No unifying theme beyond maliciousness.
    "You heard him, buddy, wake the fuck up!" And that's when the kid kicked that big boot of the man who was lying on the ground next to an array of trash cans where most of the tourists throw their pamphlets once they're done with the tour.
    The only response from the man on the ground is a slight snurfle of a snore being cut short, then a grimace as low toned muttering is heard.
    Finally settling with a single, "What?"

Emiko Queen has posed:
The next round of malicious laughter is stopped short as one of the boys lets out a 'hrk!', eyes bulging before he's whirled around and thrown hard to the pavement, then kicked back a few feet. The blow to the diaphragm will have him more concerned with being able to breathe than with fighting. At least for a few seconds. Plenty of time.

The small figure responsible for the blow is watching the fallen kid when the one in the hemp shirt reaches for them with a growled, "The fuck you think you- AGGH!" Cut off by a sharp shriek as the reaching hand is grabbed, twisted, the clean snap of bones heard even as the tiny figure draws them around by the hand hold and casually kicks them back into their friend.

"Hey! That kid got Jimmy! Let's get 'im!" The other two attack together, employing the age-old tactic of superior numbers. If only that were an effective tactic.

The figure goes horizontal, balanced perfectly on one foot while the other foot and one hand lashes out, catching both in the midsection at the same time. Before they can regain their breath, the small figure spins one around and shoves them into a garbage can, sending the tall kid tumbling ass over head. The second straightens just in time to get a swift hard punch to the nose, the crack of bone and spurt of blood making the obvious known. As the mean boys turn to get their friends and run of shouting creative (not) curses, the figure turns back around and paces towards the large man on the ground.

Emiko squats down near the big man and tugs the hood back to reveal that yes, she is a smol yet fierce young woman, one wearing a sunny smile as she sets a bottle of water next to him, along with a sandwich that was likely going to be hers. "Here. Sorry about the jerks. Do you need help, mister?"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    In the chaos of the tussle and amongst the overturned cans, the man who had been about to be hassled something fierce sat up a little more. Sloooowly rising up onto his side and an elbow, then flattening his palm on the gravel covered ground he /puuushes/ himself upright until he shakes his head.
    Definitely a wild looking man, with that halo of long hair and that beard that looks entirely like he's the type of fellow that would set fire to it and then leap on a merchant ship while calling for plunder. Perhaps there'd even be a cutlass involved.
    "Hm?" Is what he says first concisely. Wrapping a large hand around the bottle given and then eyes the sandwich. Then eyes her. Golden eyes he has, which might draw a second glance. A third might be gained when he finally pushes himself sloooowly to his feet and his rather considerable height. "Any idea what that was all about?" Even as he holds the sandwich and drink in one hand.
    Then he looks down... down down at her. "But nice work, kid." He hefts the sandwich and grimaces as he sniffs under one arm, then shakes his head.
    She might recognize him, if she pays attention to such things. He's not the most famous of folks, peripheral to a bunch. But he does have a distinctive look. Especially in profile as he tears open that sandwich and takes a bite. Chews, then says around it. "Not bad."

Emiko Queen has posed:
It's actually the eyes that give her the first clue. Not many people have eyes like that, even Bart's are more of a yellow than a gold. Then the height is the next clue, when he pushes up to his feet. The beard puts it together for her and has her chuckling at herself and shaking her head. He didn't need her help at all. But, still, it's good to be the good guy.

"Just some asshole kids with too much time and not enough manners. They thought you were one of the city's homeless, which meant they thought they could bully you and nobody would stop them." She turns and hops up lightly onto the back of a bench, setting her feet on the seat and setting her hands to her knees. "Thanks. I appreciate the compliment. If you tell my brother next time you see him, you'll be doing me a real favor. I think he still worries sometimes."

Emiko offers that sunny smile towards him once more, then nods at the sandwich, "Turkey, provolone, lettuce, tomato, sliced hardboiled egg in lieu of mayo. Probably a little heavy on the turkey, but I need the protein to keep up my energy."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    There's no shame in him, no hint of hesitation in eating the sandwich she gave him. It's fuel, he wants it, he devours. Though while nodding a bit and telling her with a slightly muffled, "S'good stuff." But his brow furrows tightly after a moment, one hand lifting to push the palm of his hand into his eye socket before he shakes his head and then starts to walk. Yet he keeps on talking, likely expecting her to walk with him.
    "Your brother?" He asks sidelong, "Who's your brother, Jackie Chan?" Since she had laid those guys out pretty easily with little need to take a breath in between opponents. Another bite of the sandwich then he's tossing the wrap into a nearby bin even as he's walking over toward the docks. Or at least the set of docks meant for the tourists and the ferry.
    The top of the water is twisted off and then he gestures to her with it with an eyebrow raised silently, offering her first drink in case she wanted some herself. If that's a no then he takes a long guzzle, tilting the bottle back and his Adam's apple working as he swallows.

Emiko Queen has posed:
"Thanks! I'm trying to get better at making my own food, but sometimes you just can't beat a good sandwich," Emiko responds brightly, watching him with that same smile on her face. Then he's starting to walk and she's chuckling to herself again as she hops off the bench to follow along. Despite the extreme difference in their height, she doesn't seem to have any problem keeping pace with him, and she doesn't seem to be moving any faster than he is.

"Nah. That would be cool, but he's a little old to be my brother. Oliver Queen? You might know him by a different name though. He's part of that whole.. League thing, you guys got going on." Emi glances up at him, wondering if she's going to have to be blunt. He's not dumb, clearly, but he does seem a little... sluggish.

She gives a small shake of her head to the offer of the water, "I'm good, you have it." Watching him for a long moment, just smiling up at him, happy to be here.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Oliver." That's said at first with some reflection, features twisting sharply as if he tasted something bad. Then he repeats, "Oliver?" Even as he's walking and he's tweaking to it, just taking a moment for him to process. "I know Thea." Since he met her.
    Then he cocks his head to the side curiously giving her another /look/ look. Then making a face, "Well shit." He says as if that settles it all. "But that explains the ass-whuppery I imagine."
    Another swallow of the water is taken and he seems to be getting back to the here and now, becoming more aware of matters then shakes his head. "He know you're in town?" Another question, since if he didn't he was going to have to tell him.
    Then his thoughts process on to another aspect, "And yeah, thanks for making the dumbasses beat feet." Since he didn't have to deal with them. Which is a win in his book.

Emiko Queen has posed:
Emiko gives him the time he needs to make the connections, walking alongside him with her head up and a smile on her face. She's the odd duck out, doesn't really fit the mold given her obvious asian heritage, but the blue eyes help. And she certainly seems to understand the score.

THen she's laughing and giving a nod, "Yeah, oh shit is right." She chuckles softly and shakes her head, "I learned ass-whupery long before Oliver knew about me. I'm... a little different than the other Queens. Wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth... or up my ass." Just to beat him to the punch.

Emi nods, "Oh yeah, he's the one that told me to come to New York. Said I should get a degree, become a 'real adult'... make friends my own age." She turns the smile up towards him once more, "I've been a known element for a few years, I just hadn't really traveled much beyond Starling City until now. Well, a little to Seattle."

Bobbing her head agreeably, she tucks her hands into her jacket pockets and offers, "To be completely fair, I didn't know it was you when I did it. But... I still would've. Those guys were jerks. So. You're welcome!"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Another small, "Hnh," Comes from him as he looks the youngest of the Queen Clan over. Then he seems to just accept it for now with a casual half-shrug as he takes another pull from the water bottle. "I'll talk to him later then, tell him you're completely unlike him since yer actually useful in a fight."
    Which might go far to describing his relationship with Ollie, though it's a positive one. Despite the casual growliness they each aim at each other now and again. "But thanks, kid. With my luck if I had to get up and deal with them it woulda been a hassle, or they woulda turned out to be some bigwig's sproglings and then Diana would give me that disappointed look she saves for just such occasions."
    A look he knows well.
    Then he takes a deep breath, "So just sight-seeing in New York, or this part of your diabolical plan to take the world of super-powered vigilanteness by storm?" Now that they're at the ferry's dock he leans against the metal railing and fencework there, arms folded over his broad chest as he peers at Emiko with those golden eyes, features grim in abstract but his manner is easy-going.

Emiko Queen has posed:
Laughing lightly, she grins up at him, "Please tell me I can be there when you tell him that. I need to see the look on his face." Emiko peters off into chuckles and continues on at his side, ambling along in that economical way that she has.

"Hey, that's what we're here for right? Helping people? Sometimes even the heroes need an assist. If they try to claim it was you that kicked their asses, I'll be happy to step forward and take that credit. Let their daddy's try to pull that shit with Ollie. Chances are good he's worth more than all of them put together. And I'm sure the lawyers would LOVE to have that to play with," she lifts a small shrug and flashes a grin up at him. "And then you don't have to get the disappointed look."

"Actually... I've kinda.. moved here. Wouldn't say I'm taking it by storm... but I'm making friends. Little at a time." Emiko shrugs, smiling as she takes up a spot next to him at the railing. "What about you.. just passing by?"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "We'll see," Arthur says as he leans there, taking a deep breath and then holding it for a time, only to exhale slowly. "Man..." He seems about to say something else as he checks his t-shirt, then stops himself. He's not entirely garbed for the cold weather, just a flannel shirt for warmth, but he seems reasonably alright with the temperature.
    "So has he introduced you to folks or are you running around earning your own street cred?" Then his brow furrows, "What am I supposed to call you when you're... running around all spandexed up?" Which is perhaps him assuming too much meanly, since he doesn't wear spandex. He just assumes most people do.
    "Then again, mebbe tell me another time." A glance is given to their surroundings, and there are some civilians strolling around. None of them seem interested in their conversation. But still. Better safe.
    "Here," That having been said he reaches into his pocket and swipes a thumb across the display of his cellphone, bringing it to life. Then he tosses it to her, "Do the whole exchange contact whatnot."

Emiko Queen has posed:
"At least make sure someone takes pictures? C'mon, give me that much..." Emi leans in and nudges at him, arm to arm for a brief moment before she's straightening up. She glances at his shirt, then back to him, but assumes that part of the Atlantean deal is a massive resistance to cold. Deep ocean is super cold, after all.

"Earning my own street cred. As Emiko Queen, and otherwise," she smiles, proud of that part. "Mind, the Queen name does a lot, but I try to keep it going on my own." She glances up with a brief grin and lifts a brow, "Spandex, huh? Bit cold for that, isn't it?"

She takes the phone and types her info into it, even takes a quick selfie, texting herself real quick so she can add him into hers, then hands it back, "There you go. Feel free to hit me up with... anything, really. Even if it's just wanting a steak and beer." Assuming that he doesn't want to eat seafood given his nature.