12080/Family Meeting

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Family Meeting
Date of Scene: 20 July 2022
Location: Blake House - Exterior
Synopsis: Zinda and Thomas talk family history and catch up.
Cast of Characters: Zinda Blake, Thomas Blake




Zinda Blake has posed:
The rotors are still slowly turning on the Huey chopper that's now resting in the cul de sac outside the Blake Residence. It's mid-morning after Zinda and Mike helped Thomas out of the bar. The blonde is back in t-shirt and jeans, along with her signature flight jacket.

Mirrored aviators are pulled off and perched atop her curls as she heads for the house, offering a grin to Thomas where he sits on the porch.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake doesn't grin back exactly. There's a tiger sitting on the porch with him, eyeing the blonde curiously. One ear twitches.

"Wassup auntie? Or should Isay how's tricks?" He grabs another bottle from a cooler beside him and tosses it her way.

"Oh... wait there, till he susses you out, don't make eye contact, do not try to pet him unless he comes to you. That's up to him." The hand tightens in the tiger's fur, though whatever is holding him back couldn't be mere strength.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake's footsteps slow and she pauses, not quite mid-stride. Her gaze flickers to the tiger at first, then she quickly looks away to watch him peripherally. "That's a real big kitty." she offers in a low voice. Shifting her attention more fully to Thomas, she asks. "So I gotta ask a couple questions, of course."

Zinda slips both hands into the jacket pockets. "First is about them claws you flashed." After she cold-cocked him, to be fair. But claws are claws. "An' you definitely take a punch like a Blake."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake shrugs. "I wear claws. they help me climb, scratch the tiger's itch, r mind him to go easy on his soft human friend. I... did you google me at all?"

"I was a bad guy... like riddler or Penguin or the Wizard? Catman. I robbed people -my high point was a Stradivarius. I did time, didn't learn my lesson and did some more. I'm one of the crazies."

"A Blake. This is Rasputin by the way. You can sit on the porch if you want. There's beers n the cooler and waters. I'll get you what you want. Don't move too much yet. I had a lovely but completely daft young thing try to give him a hug, then used her Mutant powers to pet him."

"You hit like a Blake."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake squints, still staying still for a moment. "What's Google?" she asks, looking absolutely dead serious. Then he explains and understanding starts to settle in. "Ohhhhh! Yer one of THOSE..."

She shrugs, slowly approaching the porch. "Honey, you come from a long line of moonshiners and bootleggers. Ain't nothin' wrong with occasionally winkin' at the Law."

Zinda winks, then slowly settles onto the porch. "Ah'll have a beer, thanks." She keeps half an eye on Thomas and tries to avoid eye contact with the tiger. "Next time y'all are feelin' stupid, jus' gimme a call. We'll figure somethin' out."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gets ready to clothesline the tiger when Zinda sits down. Just in case... but the big cat gives her that certain sniff and after a moment the coiled steel muscles under Thomas' fingers relax. "Ok. You been vetted. Just don't move sudden. I guess it's the Blake mojo pr we smell similar." He grabs the beer. "You don't have a problem with German beer do you? This is Wiehenstephaner. It's really good. Forgive and forget, right?" He passes it to her. The tiger lays down on the porch and inches a little closer to Zinda.

"Yeah I knew I wasn't the only crook... hey I never told you... my mother's dad ... you might know him. Ted Grant, heavyweight champ. I heard he had a cat thing going too."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake sits on the edge of the porch, swinging her booted feet and keeping a wary eye on the tiger all the same. "Well hey there, Rasputin." she drawls, careful not to even extend so much as a hand. "German beer's jus' fine, honey. Ah can order beer in 30 languages. It's sorta mah superpower."

Another wink follows. "Wait. Ted Grant? Ah'm still catchin' up on this century an' Ah'm a couple decades behind. But Ah did look back into the ol' family tree a bit."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake nods. "A Grant/Blake mix. Yeah so, sometimes I trouble shoot for people. Do courier work, security. I been clean a while now. I have my show. I have my tiger. I got the Blake summer house back. Though I'm kind of broke again... till we got our new sponsor. Man, I got a bonus for that. It's actually a decent show. I mean we goof around a bit but we tell it like it is about my kind. What makes people put on a costume and commit these crimes that would instantly identify them? Did we just say, I'm going to be a crook one day?"

Rasputin inches closer and places his massive head in Zinda's lap. He starts purring and a house alarm goes off for a few moment.

"I think you better give him scratches on the ears. I think you're in though." Thomas moves over to the other side of the purring tiger.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake lifts both brows curiously, looking over at Thomas when the big tiger just snuggles right up. "He's, um, a right affectionate critter, ain't he?" she offers with a chuckle. Raising the beer with one hand, she carefully begins rubbing the tiger's ears.

"Well y'all probably know all about me, then, thanks to that Googly thing. Ace in th' War... One hundred and three confirmed kills... Blackhawk Squadron. Though I ain't a -founding- member. Ah'm just the last of 'em."

Zinda shrugs, then. "Sorta lookin' for work m'self. Leastwise somethin' to do. Oh, Ah got the Blackhawk combat wing up an' runnin' again. We do the occasional 'odd job'..." Here Zinda leans in a bit and stage-whispers. "Classified stuff."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake ahs. "Illegal... by some narrow definitions in some locales. That was how I got the deposit for the house. Listen Zinda, know right now, I don't hurt innocent people. I deal with bad guys. We don't all team up." He starts laughing a little, "I googled you? Pet the tiger a minute. /Rasputin/ if you eat her I am going to be put out, and you might get your head blown off. I will be right back." He heads into the house.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake continues petting the tiger and drinking her beer. "Honey, Ah do odd jobs for th' Government. While Ah may be a couple laps behind, Ah know that government work can get kinda... shady... at times. But Ah've flown moonshine in a homemade plane." When he returns, she is still petting Rasputin but is leaning over to try and reach the cooler for another beer.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake returns and watches her trying to reach the cooler for a moment, then moves the cooler closer. He has a large folio under his arm. He opens it. the first items visible are bagged and ancient Blackhawk comics from World War Two. The covers feature Zinda, or at least she's on them. Not a lead player. He spreads them out for her.

"Damn... they really... exaggerated you. And you had to say 'Duck Blackhawk! Duck' a lot. Anyway I knew these were bullshit to a point. I still collected them... a couple times. My dad kept throwing them out but here." He sits down next to her and begins leafing through family pictures of her and news clippings of her realm world exploits. You were kind of a heroine. the family talked about you a lot. I got these from Aunt Estelle when she passed. Why'd they draw the guys so much taller than you? You're my height and I'm no Hobbit." He hands the book and comics to her carefully.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake pops open her second beer, then laughs at the sight of the Blackhawk comics. "Well butter mah butt an' call me a biscuit! Seriously, now. Who's that good lookin' gal on th' cover?"

Rocking her hips, Zinda resumes rubbing the tiger's ears while they go through the folder.

"Sweetie, things were really different back then. Ah'm still tryin' to figure out all this Women's Lib stuff, but ah got mah first pilot's license as 'Blake Zinder'. Gals weren't supposed to fly."

"Blackhawks wouldn't take me at first, neither. Nobody would. Nobody even took me seriously until Ah showed up at a Blackhawk base in a stolen Bf-109. It was a man's world back then."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake hehs. Wonders what a Bf-109 was. Plane probably. Then he says, "Yeah, it was a men's world back then, even when I was young. Right now... it's up for grabs and very dangerous. Like the tiger."