11906/A Dog's Age

A Dog's Age
Date of Scene:	06 July 2022
Location:	6B - Elektra's Condo
Synopsis:	Alexander and Elektra catch up after a dog's age.
Cast of Characters:	Elektra Natchios, Alexander Aaron

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Elektra Natchios has posed:
A message was sent. A simple one:
> Meet at the penthouse. E

A message from the assassin herself. It had been a while since Elektra had sent any message to Alexander. Months maybe. But there it was.

Arriving at the place it looks quiet. Dangerously so. Certainly not as alive as it once did but once Alexander is near the door there's another message: > Door's open

Maybe she has eyes everywhere! As for her? She waits inside, having a whiskey and watching the sunset through the magnificently large windows that frame the side of her house.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The phone had buzzed, no particular special ringtone set for it. Just a slight bzzt in the pocket that summoned it to attention. Enough for him to draw it free even as he had been unpacking a small bag of groceries into his refrigerator. It was as he was putting the onions inside that he pondered it, considering it with a tilt of his head.
    For a moment he looked to the window, as if half-expecting to see her perched out there. Or the glint of a sniper rifle's scope off across the distance. Yet there was naught.
    A frown, a small exhalation of breath, then he balled up the paper bag and tossed it in the trash before he checked the phone's clock and then texted back.

> 17 minutes out. A

    Which had given her the exact time he was coming. It was given to her with a reason, to show that he trusted her still, by giving that time. For if he expected an ambush he would have just shown up from perhaps a different approach. And not the front entrance.
    The second message, however? It did make him smile a little. The door open and he stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him with a click. He was wearing tan leather shoes, black pants with a leather belt, and a white shirt buttoned up. More formal than his usual fare, but not beyond the pale.
    "Elektra," A greeting given as he stepped into living area beyond the foyer.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
The woman standing by the window is dressed in dark leather pants, a tight sweater and killer heels. Pretty much par for the course on how Elektra normally dresses as. She casts a look over her shoulder at Alexander and offers him a sharp nod.

"Alexander."

Glint of a dark eye before she looks back to the city below them, taking one long drink off her glass and setting it aside. "Want anything to drink?" She gestures to the mini-bar, "Help yourself.." a beat and then her voice gains that twist of a smirk even if her back is still turned to the man. "Or are you still playing at being a kid and doing homework at the Hellfire Club?" oh yes, she remembered that..

The rest of the house though? Looks darker.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Thank you," He says at first as he walks across the room, footsteps quiet and his gait even. Barely a sound though he's not trying too terribly so at silence. More just the fall of matters and moments together in that quiet pattern until he reaches the bar and helps himself to a glass.
    There's the clink of ice, a tilt of a bottle. Something caramel coloured that gurgles softly into the glass as he takes it up and then starts to step away from the mini-bar, holding the glass in one hand by the rim, then adjusting his grip to take a sip.
    "No, not as much homework these days." His head tilts slightly, "Though I do go there now and again. They've seen fit not to throw me out on my ear yet."
    Quietly he takes up place beside her, then gestures toward the window, "May I?" And if she allows he'll draw one of the windows open toward the balcony to at the least allow the coolness of the night air into the room.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"No?" Elektra arches an eyebrow, "Did you graduate by now?" she inquires, then offering a silent nod when Alexander motions to the window. She takes in a breath when it's open, taking in the cool air from the outside. It also opens their senses to the sounds of the city outside. The buzz-buzz of one of the busiest cities in the world. Elektra stays in silence for a time, simply letting her senses adjust to it.

"Selene is back east now." Elektra finally says, stepping back from the window to go refill her glass, "As I am sure you are aware of.." some more whiskey floods the glass and she looks back over to Alex. "But I haven't heard from her in a few days now." a beat, "You knew her as well. Have you heard anything?" she asks.

Her tone is rather neutral right now. Or perhaps she is just good at hiding her emotions. She takes a drink from her glass.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Yes," He answers her as to if he graduated then he sips his drink, enjoying the subtle ambient sounds of the city. Though at times there are more insistent ones. A police vehicle testing its siren distantly. The rumble of traffic in the background. And from here there's the occasional clang of a buoy on the river. Yet all together... there is a peace to it.
    "Second year in college." A beat then he murmurs with a half-smirk though she didn't ask, "Sports Medicine."
    He then takes a step out onto the balcony and draws in a deep breath, enjoying the moment. The topic changes and so he reflects on the world below as he listens, then when she finishes speaking he looks sidelong to her.
    "We continued a bit as we could after you departed. She felt she was in a vulnerable position. She agreed with her coterie to retreat to the Old World." He relays this easily enough, calmly enough. Then that last question...
    He shakes his head, "No. Though the Lycans are still here. I have something of a detente with them I believe. They avoid me."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Yes, we still kept in touch." Elektra informs Alexander, returning to her position by the window, one hip thrusted to the side while her arms fold together, glass hanging dangerously from her fingertips. Mediterranean features settle on Alexander now. "It worries me that the lycans here are left unchecked." She tells the God of Fear, "Without her coterie to keep track of their movements...." she shakes her head.

"And now that I have lost contact with her I fear something may have happened."

"You told us about that detente with them when we met a few months back. They wanted you to negotiate for them." She nods slowly. "Which leads me to ask, have you heard anything about them? Their movements here?"

"On your breaks from Sports Medicine." A brief smirk again on her lips.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Activity to the North," He replies easily enough, taking a sip of his drink. It does naught to him, no shift to the pace of his heart, no flush of color to his pale flesh. It's just a taste and a polite gesture to share such with a hostess that invites him into her home. Yet the taste is good at the least.
    "Toward Gotham, mysterious disappearances and some curious images. Though I have not pursued." He takes the moment to look sidelong at her, meeting her eyes with those pale ones of his. She smirks about the Sports Medicine and he he exhales a slight chuff of breath that would be a laugh if she were funnier.
    "But I feel little obligation to pursue them. I stood with you and Selene since you asked it of me. Without Selene..." He lifts his drink and gestures sidelong, as if brushing those concerns away.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Gotham.." There's a distaste in her voice when saying that word. Perhaps bad experiences. It's not like her kind of work is welcomed by Batman and his flock, but not as if that ever stopped her before even if conflict is always present. "I will look into it. Thank you, Alexander." and now without the smirk. She even sounds honest when she says that.

"You were a good friend for us when we needed it." She tells the young man. "So if you ever need something in the future you know you can get a favor from me." as such things go between assassins.

Those words though. 'Without Selene'. They have the assassin press her lips to a thin line. "She's missed." she admits, perhaps how far she will go in admitting there's a piece of her missing now. "But we work with what we've got. And we won't be away from each other forever. And if she is in trouble..." there's a pregnant pause there.

"Then someone will pay."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    There's a tilt to the side as Alexander looks at her askance, silence held as those pale eyes lift up to meet her gaze, then down to look her over. He turns back to consider the city before them as he takes another sip of his drink, enough that it leaves the ice in the glass without enough liquor to slosh and instead there's the soft clinks as the cubes impact the sides.
    "Am I dismissed then?" He asks with a quirk of an eyebrow, "Now you have the information needed?" He pushes himself up and straightens, slowly easing a shoulder back and causing the joint to crackle with a low cartilaginous pop.
    "Or is there aught else?"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"For now." Elektra says of the dismissal, running one hand through her midnight black hair. "We will meet again more properly at the Hellfire where we can talk further." she tells him. "Or did you have something you'd like to discuss with me?" she casting a look over back at Alexander before draining out half her whiskey. It's clearly not the second she is taken this night.

"For tonight I believe I'd make a terrible host." Remarkable balance though. And it doesn't even look as if she's drunk at all. She's quite the pretender after all.

"I was serious though. About the favor. Whatever you need."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Waiting until she finishes speaking he holds his words. Then he watches. A slow languid blink that might more resemble the reptilian than anything else, before he gives a nod. "Thank you, Elektra."
    For the favor it seems, but then he lifts the empty glass with the ice clinking softly, twinning that thank you to that as well. He pushes away from the railing and turns, moving back toward the mini bar, past her, shoulders turning just so. Then into he room where he sets the glass down on the empty tray.
    Before he starts to walk toward the door with that same calm and precise stride.