10341/His Royal Zippiness!

His Royal Zippiness!
Date of Scene:	04 March 2022
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	Micola and Clotho get to meet his Highnessness, but she doesn't call him that. Pietro also gets judged by an Owl.
Cast of Characters:	Micola Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola had decided that taking a detour through Central Park was a good idea. She needed to take advantage of the warmer weather and Clotho was in need of stretching her wings some more. The large green space was still seeing plenty of foot traffic even with the chill in the air. She stands out, from the bright mane of head on her head to the leather jacket that's covered in pins and patches. Shorts are probably not a good idea, but hey...it was warming up!

Clotho's carrier gets settled on a bench and then the door opened. Out steps a rather angry looking toasted marshmallow with feathers. The little owl looks disgruntled (https://i.imgur.com/ndIilHS.jpg). "Oh come on girlie, you did fine at the vet. I've got a mouse at home for you." she promises the owl.

She takes a sip from her thermos before returning it to her backpack.

She then puts a little distance between herself and the bench before she whistles for the little screech owl...

Who proceeds to hop up on the back of the bench and stare at the woman with the neon hair.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Warmer weather meant more options for running. Running gave Pietro the freedom to move as fast as his mind worked - letting him be one with the moment. The Genoshan Prince blurred through most of New York state, before slowing down to leisurely stroll through Central Park. There was no need to startle those who were simply out enjoying nature.

As luck would have it, he meanders by as Micola sets down the carrier and bribes the owl into making an appearance. This stops Pietro, the man regarding the unusual pet. "Where did you find such a fascinating bird for a pet?" He asks, looking to the woman from a respectable distance away.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"You're so stubborn. No wonder we got paired up." Micola squints at the owl as she squints right back. Then there is someone speaking to her and she turns that golden hazel gaze to the voice. Her brain processes the face for a moment and she blinks, "I didn't do it." she blurts out.

She feels her soul leave her body as she realizes he was asking about Clotho. Oh gods, please kill her now.

She straightens, "Sorry about that." she murmurs. Then she smiles, "That's Clotho. I found her a few years back with a rescue. She's under going training with me as a falconer." she tells him.

Clotho flies over to her and settles onto her shoulder while she's distracted, the little ball of feathers looking curiously to Pietro. This causes Micola to look to her and then to Pietro, "Would you like to say hello?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
The man's brow goes up, curious as to her response. "Didn't do what?" Pietro wonders, regarding her. She didn't look to be armed, or dangerous at the moment. "Should I have reason to think you guilty of something, miss?" He asks, still not moving forward - no need to startle or upset the woman.

His eyes track the owl as she flaps to land on Micola's shoulder. "She is beautiful. A prized friend, I am sure. Falconry? Is that still studied?" A slight grin. "I had thought perhaps around airports or renaissance faires..."

At the suggestion of saying hello, he looks to his suit - it should do well enough against the talons, unless the owl really wants to tear into him. "Yes, I would. How should I stand?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"Newp. I just..." Micola trails off and swallows, talking wasn't this difficult, Mic! "You just surprised me. I apologize for being flustered." she tells him. She seems to get over the surprise though fairly quickly.

She reaches up to gently scritch the owl on the head. "Aww, thank you. She is indeed beautiful, but her temper is a mile long and her fuse is sadly short." she tells him. His comment on Falconry earns the man a bit of a smile, "I've loved owls since I was a kid. My Pappous found out and insisted he take me to Falconry lessons. So more...family tradition." she admits.

When he's amiable to saying Hello to Clotho she gives a smile, "This is Clotho, Clotho this is..." she looks to him so that he can give his name. Not wanting to completely call him out. "You can move closer if you like. I don't bite. She does, but she's more adorable when she nips." she smiles to that. "Just stand with your arm up a little like someone is going to use it to brace. If she does nip you or claw I will absolutely pay for anything that gets damaged." she promises.

"Clotho...please don't injure him." she whispers out before she releases the owl. The little screech owl glides over to Pietro in an elegant swoop.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"Of course - I interrupted while you were chatting with your friend. Forgive me, I did not mean to startle." Pietro offers over, still staying put for the moment. "It happens every so often - people surprised when I speak to them. Usually, due to my sudden arrival."

"I know many with a temperment like that, truth be told." The speedster explains. A smile at the mention of family traditions. "Traditions are wonderful things, until they are not. Thankfully, Falconry seems to be a more pleasant tradition to uphold."

His arm moves into position, ready to receive the avian visitor. "I do not think she'll tear at the clothing, but there is no concern if she does. It's part of the job - I have spares." He chuckles.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a look to Clotho when she settles on the mans arm and looks pleased as punch. What a brat! Then she looks to Pietro, "It wasn't a bad surprise. I wasn't afraid of you. So think nothing of it." she tells him. "Stopping and talking to strangers is sometimes good for the health." she offers with a grin.

"I promise we do not share the same temper. She is sort of my opposite. But that is not a bad thing." she admits. "Yeah...I know all about some family traditions being unpleasant." she admits. "I don't get to see my grandfather a lot these days, but we share the love of things and that's a gift that keeps giving." she adds.

Clotho gives a little warble to him, before she closes her eyes and sways a little. Uh oh. Pietro might be a new perch. "It looks like for the time being she likes you and won't spill blood like you've insulted her entire bloodline." she chuckles. "I'm sure having spares in your line of work is needed." she comments as she looks to him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro is absolutely still, no wanting to jostle the owl. Talons will hurt, seriously! "And yes, expanding one's acquaintences is a good thing. You never know who you might find on your travels." He smiles, looking on at Clotho as she settles where she is.

"I wish I could say my patience is exemplary, but... alas it is not." He admits. "It is something I am working on." At least he's aware of the problem.

"I have been reconnecting with family myself. My sisters, mostly." No mention of his father, thank goodness! Once the owl is comfortable and resting, he looks bac to Micola. "I am Pietro Maximoff. Pleasure to meet you, miss..."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola eyes Clotho, praying silently that she will behave. So far so good. "Getting out and meeting people is definitely something that is good." she smiles to that. "The weather is getting warmer so there are more chances to get out and socialize." she adds.

"Being aware of our flaws is a good thing. Working on them takes a lot sometimes, so I applaud that." she gives him a smile.

At the mention of family she gives a softer smile, "Reconnecting with family is good. It's just myself and my mother here. If I have half siblings from my father I've never been made aware of them." she shrugs a touch at that. "But it's a good little family unit." she smiles to that.

When he introduces himself she dips her head to that, "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Micola Lykaois. Most just call me Mic or Mickey." she offers in turn. "Do you prefer Pietro, Mister Maximoff or something else?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
There's a bit of a look around, the man nodding at the mention of the warming weather. "I look forward to summer." Pietro chuckles. "I favor warm weather - Genosha has spoiled me."

A nod regarding the flaws. "Some are not so easily overcome, but... it is the effort made." A slight shrug - not enough to jostle Clotho. "Are you from New York, then? Or have you migrated here, like so many others?"

As she returns introductions, he hrms. "Greek, then?" He guesses. "Pleasure." And she didn't pop off with a Highness! Yay! "In these informal meetings, Pietro is fine."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"You can also go to the beach in the Summer and that is the greatest part." Micola gives a smile to that. "Nothing like a nice warm beach day." she nods to this. "Or if there is something like it I've not experienced it." she chuckles. "I've only been to Greece and that was just a birthday trip." she admits.

"Yeah. Like habits, some are hard to break. I've been trying to stop some of mine...but it's hard." she frowns. She gives a look back to him, "Yes, born and raised in New York City. My mom immigrated from Italy and dad immigrated from Greece a few years before they had me." she comments.

"But yes, Greek. My grandfather insisted that my mom keep my name the same as my fathers. Even if I haven't met the man." she chuckles. His comment on informal meetings there is a smile, "I'll make a mental note of that, Pietro." she tells him.

She digs into her pocket before offering him a small treat, "If you want to give it to her. She responds well to treats." she offers to him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro Maximoff says, "Indeed. Swimming and enjoying the sand between your toes." Pietro smiles, in agreement. "There are other comparable things, but it ranks high up on the list." A chuckle. "I have been to Greece, it is a lovely place. Full of history and art."

"American Immigration - quite the story. It is nice to see the melting pot is still bringing in people to follow their dreams and find a happier place." A wry grin. "If we can only make sure that is the case, the world will be better for it."

"I... understand the surname situation, all too well. Even though I have met my father." A shake of his head. As she offers a treat, he nods. "Do I hold it in my fingers, then? Or in the palm of my hand?""

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola offers a smile to his comment on the beach, "I've own a little business over in Brighton Beach, so when it's nicer weather it's lovely to have the door open and just enjoy the day." she admits. "It is a lovely place." she agrees on that. "I do want to get back though, for a longer period of time and see more of the ruins and things." she adds.

"Sadly my fathers side of the family did not come here for virtuos things, but my grandfather is trying to make up for mistakes made in his earlier days." she smiles to that. "I wish we could make it like that for everyone. I know a lot of people who have immigrated here recently who aren't as lucky as others, but trying to help them find resources given their cases." she nods to that.

She takes a tentative step closer, "Just keep standing like you are. If you offer it in your finger tips, she'll take it from them. If you put it in your palm she'll probably move to your other arm and eat it from there." she tells him. "So whichever is more comfortable." she smiles.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"You have a business? May I ask what you do for a living?" He wonders, moving so that the treat is in his fingertips. It is held close to where Clotho perches, offering it over to the owl. "I would suspect having a beach view from your workplace will make the word day a better time."

"Family does not always make the correct choices - people are people, despite their relation to you. Making reparations for one's own actions is good - bearing the burdent of your family's actions can be unhealthy and overly stress-inducing."

As he feeds Clotho, he smiles - watching as the owl enjoys the treat. "She is a sight to behold."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a gentle nod, a greenish-blue lock of hair bounching as she does, "I do, though I've only owned it for a few months." she chuckles. "Of course you can ask, I'm a tattoo artist." she tells him proudly. "It's just myself and a friend who moonlights some nights, but it's my little place and it makes enough money to cover things." she smiles to that.

Clotho gives a little wiggle of wings as she noms the treat, taking it bit by bit from the Avengers fingers. Once it's done, she gives him a little peck with her beak. Nothing hard or vicious. Just a little beak bonk against his fingers.

"They don't, no. But you are very correct, people are people." she nods to that. "I've got a few friends that act as brothers and sisters in Bushwick. They call me if they need help and if I need anything I can call on them, though I try not to." she admits. "I think most of us have enough stress that we don't need to add our bloodline mistakes to our anxieties." she agrees with him.

She watches him feed Clotho, "Would you like to take her home?" she asks him teasingly. "Sadly I need to get her a proper enclosure made at my place. She stays at a rescue close to me that has the space for her so she's not all cooped up." she tells him.