10979/Talk Amongst the Tea-Leaves

Talk Amongst the Tea-Leaves
Date of Scene:	30 April 2022
Location:	Kanagawa Teahouse
Synopsis:	Mary Jane and Red Sonja run into Clea.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Jane Watson, Clea

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
She finds this sort of place relaxing. Somewhere to calm hereslf and just think. Both of them find it relaxing. Mary Jane as it's something familiar, and Red Sonja as it's exotic. There are not many places of beauty in the age of Hyborea. Those that are are destroyed, seiged, and looted. Few survive for very long without being productive. Few have the strength of will to make somewhere for peace. Fewer resources are still there for something so unnecessary.
    One of the (for the better) changes of this time that even Sonja will admit. Mary Jane sits, sipping her tea nd feeling a rare sense of tranquility.

Clea has posed:
Human things are still somewhat of a novelty. Granted, Clea has been out and about for a while, but that doesn't change the fact that there are too many cultures to count. This means there are far too many customs and foods and all that to explore.

Luckily, she's nigh on immortal.

The Sorcerer Supreme of the Dark Dimension slips into the teahouse quietly, taking in the decor before she slowly makes her way to the counter to order.

"I've never been here before," she says softly, almost in the tone of voice one would use in a library. "Surprise me."

She moves to one of the low tables and sinks to her knees, letting the peaceful ambiance wash over her. Though her mystic senses immediately peg Mary Jane as Different.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson stands out like a beacon if one is psychic or magic. Particularly magic. Two souls in one body, one from tens of thousands of years ago.. That sort of thing goes to stand out like a flare. So Mary Jane sitting back and enjoying herself doesn't seem to notice Clea. There's nothing that stands out.

Not even Sonja might tell that there's something unusual about the Faltine woman. The redhead just sits there, taking in a quiet breath adna ppreciating the scents of the place.

Clea has posed:
Well, the white hair might have given something away a decade or so ago. Now a woman in her twenties with shock white hair is a fashion statement, not an oddity. Her gaze slips to Mary Jane, taking the young woman in with her full attention now. An eyebrow arches and she murmurs to herself.

"Two souls? Interesting."

It's about then that her tea is delivered. The sorceress thanks the young woman politely before she gets up. With no concern at all, she gestures at her teacup, which starts to float next to her, not spilling a drop. She moves towards Mary Jane's table and looks down at the other woman.

"Excuse me, is there room for another at this table?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The sort of murmuring over goes to catch Mary Jaen's attention. At least, only in passing before she might turn her attention. But Sonja can lip read fairly readily. So that goes to get Mary Jane's attention as the other inside of her takes note of it, and then she goe sto put her attention over on Clea as the very standout white haired woman goes to approach her.

"OH, hello there." She would offer tentatively voer. "Ah.. And sure, by all means feel free to. Go ahead and sit." She would move to settle down and offer over a wave of a hand then to gesture ot the otehr woman to join her. "I don't think we've met."

Clea has posed:
Clea floats the steaming teacup to the tabletop before she sinks down to her knees behind it, across from Mary Jane. She smiles disarmingly as she gives Mary Jane another once over.

"We have not. I am Clea. I'm a ... practitioner of the mystic artes, and could not help but notice your ... Situation."

Only then does she take up her tea and have a sip.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The floating teacup gets Mary Jane's attention, "Ah." She would go to fold her fingers together. Then her expression would shift slightly. Features becoming a bit colder and eyes narrowing. Tone of voice shifting just a little bit. "Wizard. Remember to be polite." Tone hard. Implicit.

Then shifting back to what the girl had been just a moment before. Curious, caught by a little surprise.

Clea has posed:
The sorceress laughs a little as the back and forth switch happens. "So, there are two of you in there." She takes another sip of tea before sitting the cup down.

"How very interesting. How did that happen?"

So nosy.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shrug over, "Oh, the nromal way. Touch artifact related to long, long, long past relative that for some reason is imbued in said arifact. Possession forms. A semi gestalt personality ends up."

Clea has posed:
Cleya's eyes seem to glow for the briefest instant as she peers at Mary Jane. She tilts her head slightly at the explanation. "Ah yes. That does happen sometimes."

She shifts slightly, leaning forward languidly with her elbows on the table. "Is this something you would prefer to stay as is, or would you rather it be ... rectified? I can help you if you do."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shake her head, "No. Sonja helps a lot of people. And she would gut you where you sit just for doing that. Her head is mine. And I'm not going to let anyone go inside there." The words aren't from Sonja, but from MJ here.

Clea has posed:
Despite her appearance, Clea is not human. It would be an interesting attempt. Still, she won't force the issue. She laughs a bit, it's like musical bells. "Territorial and tempermental, I see. Most possessions are, even if they aren't so ... symbiotic. Sonja would have no agency, no way to interact if you were separated. I understand her desires not to." A pause. "And, yes. The helping of others is a laudable goal."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod, "Sonja's bits tend to involve lots of body parts flung around.. We're working on that. And she's part of me." MJ's tone is quiet. "I'm not letting anything happen to her. And she's from a very, very rough time in the past. She doesn'tw ant to have anything on a scale with it happen here. She knows things from then.."

Clea has posed:
Clea tilts her head slightly. "Well, we've had the Heavenly Host storm Manhattan, though, being from where I am, I can imagine terrible things. I'm sure that, whatever time she hails from, is far less pleasant than our current age."

She drinks more tea, because this is a teahouse.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shake her head softly, "Sonja agrees on that. She finds most of the things in the modern day.." She would switch into the language of Cimmeria and go to whisper an oath before shifting back to normal. "I don't want to trnaslate that."

Clea has posed:
"I am not from this dimension," Clea states simply. "I completely understand. Granted, most of the time, it is far more pleasant here than there, but, well. Priorities and actions of the people here are so odd to me."

Yeah. No one here is fighting an ancient entity trying to take over the entire plane. Most of the time, anyway.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod at Clea, "Yes. I'm.. Sorry that where you're from is somewhere that Sonja would grasp." Her tone is quiet and sympathetic. And fully understandable from the shift in perspective.

Clea has posed:
Clea shrugs slightly. "The Dark Dimension, and my uncle's ambitions, are my burden to bear. It is what it is, and I cannot change it. Nor do I think I would like to," she replies, taking her teacup in both hands and finishing it.

"Though, honestly, I think I would rather finally be able to shove my uncle in a box so that all can forget the name Dormammu"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would furrow her brows, "What's the.. Dark Dimension? That's not really something either of us has a fluency with when it comes to designation. All that really means to SOnja is how to properly dismember them."

Clea has posed:
"The Dark Dimension is my home plane. It is ... Largely what it sounds like. Especially with my uncle's repeated attempts at conquest." Clea sighs, shaking her head.

"It just seems that no matter how many times we push him back, he merely returns with another scheme. Or army."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
There's a thoughtful look from Mary Jane, "And no matter what, he won't die, he can't be destroyed, can't be banished, and can't be removed from existence or neutralized. He just seems a permanent aprt of the real estate."

Clea has posed:
"Indeed." Clea pauses. "Of course, I have not asked my friends on Earth if they would come and fight with me. It is my burden, not theirs."

She smirks a little. "Though, I think if I took a Hulk to the Dark Dimension, that might help."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would give a low shrug, "Well, I'm not one ot speak for them but I'm sure given the circumstances they could try of be on aid on at least some occasions. But that's your judgement and what you feel is right."