11067/Curiosity and the Cat

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Curiosity and the Cat
Date of Scene: 08 May 2022
Location: Big Belly Burger's
Synopsis: Nuggies are consumed. Favors are promised. Assistance is gained.
Cast of Characters: Thomas Blake, Sprite




Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake is stalking. Some might call it a stakeout. His normal clothing was set aside for a brown hoody and sweat pants, because that's the kind of clothing that cloaks bad assitude, not to mention huge muscles. Slouching in a booth, wet from the constant rain he walked through he watches. His normally auburn hair is dyed black for the occasion and his eyes rest behind aviator wraparounds, further muting the fact that this is a pretty dangerous fellow, and definitely up to something. Thomas eats some chicken nuggets he sprinkled hot sauce on. He watches a gay little gathering of teens with a fellow in his early twenties, who merely thinks he's tough.

Today may be the day Thomas disabuses him of that notion.

Sprite has posed:
For her part, Sprite has been quite curious about this little town. Not only because there's a much higher incident rate of superhuman strangeness up here, but because it seems to skew heavily towards the younger side. And since she tends to look like she belongs in the younger side (dammit), that means that it makes it even more interesting to go check out.

Given her plans, it also means that for a rare change, Sprite's neither dressing beyond her years nor concealing herself by any kind of illusion. She looks like...well, she looks like what she looks like. An ordinary high school girl (if on the short side), rocking out skinny jeans, mid-calf dark russet boots with a slightly loose fit, a Coachella tee (hey, she just went), with an oversized checkered shirt worn over that.

She can't help but notice Thomas as she comes in, because...well, let's face it. Dude is swole. Sure, hoodie and sweats help, but he's still a big dude. Big fit dudes are rarely chowing down on unhealthy fast food. So he gets a grin from the diminutive redhead as she enters and starts towards the counter.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake a person scanning the minds around the burger joint would note the mass of sheep, a wolf in sheep's clothing, and... that 'swole' dude in the corner is a fucking crouching tiger or lion... a massive feline. The man is watching, despite appearances. He notes comings and going, particularly the little ginger just entering. His eyes flick at the group laughing over there and their alpha male (Tiger say: hah). The place is crowded with the rain yet people seems to sense something and leave this man alone in his both, eating nuggets... oh, need more nuggets! Vacating the booth... he might not get it back. Drat.

Sprite has posed:
Too perfect. Okay, telepathy can be cheating...but cheating can be FUN! Sprite collects her order after a moment, and walks away from the counter with a tray with some food items balanced on it. She's energetic...unlike some teens, it looks like her idea of how to relate to the world doesn't involve "act as apathetic as possible". She's not skipping through the store or anything, but she's definitely more animated in her body language than some people.

And then, for whatever reason, she heads for Thomas's table, and puts her tray on it before sitting in one of the other chairs. The tray contains a six-piece order of nuggets, a small fry, a small drink, cookies (because cookies!), and one of those big huge boxes of nugs.

"Hey!" is her monosyllabic introduction, but then with a grin, she takes the big box of nuggets and lifts it off her tray, setting it in front of him. "Here you go, dude. You need more of a protein load than THAT little container." Her smile is bright and impish.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake raises an eyebrow. He's being flirted with by a tween. An incredibly bright, engaging tween. She gets a hint of a smile. her brash attitude earns that, and the nuggets. Plus she let him stay in his hunter's blind and might further hide him. Still he's a cat and therefore often a jerk.

"Does your mom know you run around buying food for strange men? I could be a bad person for all you know. Kidnap you, and make you paint my apartment or organize my closets? Thank you." He holds a big rough paw out to her, "Thomas."

Sprite has posed:
"Who says my mom isn't running around doing all kind of things with strange men?" Sprite shoots back verbally, quipping. "Besides, do you not want the nuggies? Nuggies are awesome. They help you grow. And by the size of you, you must have eaten truckloads of nuggies." Whether or not she's ACTUALLY flirting is a good question, but at least it would look like that to someone not inside her chaotic immortal brain.

She reaches out a small hand (only 4'9", dammit), which almost looks comical as she shakes his hand. "Besides, do you not recognize what a boost to my rep it is to look like I know somebody like you? If nothing else, it helps shake people from trying to hang me from a locker if they think someone like you might come kick their ass."

With that, she takes a couple of fries, noms them, then offers out a couple his way. "Fry?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake retains her little hand, in a welcoming way, for a few moments. He squints a little and says, "You don't need any help with your rep. This is apparent. And I pity a guy who tries to stick a ginger in a locker... or a girl... girls don't pull that, do they? So what's your name? No fries, thank you. I'm a carnivore..."

Sprite has posed:
Sprite laughs, a merry laugh that shows her amusement like an open book. "I don't, huh? You think it's easy getting through high school when you're the size of a primary schooler?" She'll take her hand back when he releases, and noms her fries with the other hand. "Your loss. But I guess carbs are the enemy, right? You look like a keto kinda guy. All protein, all the time. And high school girls are predators, man. The weak are killed and eaten. And my name's Robyn." Mostly because if she says her name is a soda flavor here, he's gonna think she's nuts.

She definitely doesn't sound like she has a problem talking. "So what's got you up here? You're a lot more Jersey or Gotham and a lot less pahking your cah in Hahvahd Yahd. And you look like you belong in a gym humiliating lesser gymbros, not snacking on bad fast food." A nugget disappears into her mouth by way of punctuation. Nom.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake ponders a diplomatic answer, near the truth. Lies that are near truthful are easier to recall. Her choice of name, isn't his sort of thing. He got a tooth knocked out by another 'robin'. Though when she says it he cam almost see the 'y' in it. He decides to take a chance. Reaching onto his hoodie he removes a photo and shows Robyn. It's a picture of a young smallish tween with feline features and warm, bright eyes. "I'm looking for her for a friend of mine. I heard she might be around, or some people she was seen with. See, I'm not exactly one of the good guys, whatever those are... but I'm on the side of the angels in this. I think I can trust you to keep your mouth shut."

Sprite has posed:
She looks over at the picture...then up to Thomas. Back to the picture, back to him. "Awww, checking after your kid, dude? That's kinda sweet. I haven't seen her, but I can keep my eyes out for her. You think she's around here?" Hell, looking for the girl might be an interesting diversion. And whatever happens, this sounds like it will be a good story, and she LOVES her good stories.

"Anything in it for me?" she asks, as she pops another nugget. "I mean, "side of the angels" is good and all, but so's a decent finder's fee, you know?" Not that she REMOTELY needs the money; she's ludicrously wealthy. (Hanging onto money since the Stone Age will do that for a girl.) But that would be the more believable reaction, so it's the one she gives.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake notes he's losing nuggets fast and eats a final one before sliding the pair left to Robyn. He shakes his head, "Not my kid. I'm a childless, plain vanilla human." At least, he thinks he's childless...

What's in it for her? First, that she'd do it for kicks is obvious. He slides closer to her, looming unintentionally, "You want me to make some guy's knees bend the other way for you? You need some mean girl put on ice? A large date for the junior prom? I'll owe you a favor."

And Sprite mistress of illusion notes there is no boasting or empty promise. She ask for the favor returned she will get it. But this candor is shoved to the side as the wolf among the sheep begins calculating, how much one or the other follower is worth. He gives her an insultingly low price. Maybe next year when she fills out a little... The wolf decides to leave then, make his report and let the bosses decide who he will procure for them. Flashes of a building in Mid Town. A meeting at the Black... Market? A club? A bizaar?

Sprite has posed:
Sprite grins at that. "THAT is the very best finder's fee of all." A future favor. She can spin that into SO many good options. "Tell you what. I'll keep an eye out and see what I can find out. I'm usually pretty good at finding trouble. How do I get ahold of you if I find something out?" She'll take out her cellphone, and waggles it a little bit at him.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake pulls out a business card with a phone number on it. He must be nuts trusting this child. But the child is not typical. He also senses, like Gabby, she's a little older than she looks. She might be 16. She might have also seen some shit go down. He slides the card over to her. Se snapped up the favor owed.

Shit, he's going to a prom. Well fair enough. He didn't get to go to his prom... little matter of shenanigans with a student teacher, getting him expelled.

Sprite has posed:
"Oooh, business card." She looks at it. "Shit. I just lost a bet with myself. I was SURE that was gonna say "Personal Trainer" somewhere on there." Her thumbs dance over her phone as she puts in his contact information, before pocketing the card in addition. She picks up a final nugget and pops it in her mouth.

"All right, dude. I'll call you if I find anything out." The little redhead stands, and smiles. "Catch you soon." With a jaunty, flippant wave, she starts out of the restaurant. She /will/ put her not-inconsiderable talents into finding the girl, though. This sounds like it's going to be fun.