12222/Aftermath of the Amazon vs Armored Car Event

Aftermath of the Amazon vs Armored Car Event
Date of Scene:	30 July 2022
Location:	Union Square Park
Synopsis:	Ice Cream and Mythstory! Histhology? Oh skip it.
Cast of Characters:	Colborn, Beroe Kazinski

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Colborn has posed:
    And so, reports given, statements made... Colborn admits to tackling Beroe... twice, and watching an amazing Amazon warrior maiden save the day. He has -no- idea where the energy blasts came from, or what caused the spatial distortions which prevented Beroe and Colborn from being shot. Those were not even mentioned at all.

    But as the criminals get carted off, Colborn turns to regard Beroe and asks, "So... you were planning to attempt some insanely dangerous stunt with your wheel board?" he asks, gesturing to the discarded skateboard off to one side.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
For Beroe it was easier, her statement was mostly facts that she witnessed without giving away Kora's name. Instead, she mostly seemed confused by the idea that there were laser blasts at all, and then when there were questions about spatial distortions she simply showed off her power to the police, indicating it was her, almost certainly. But, yeah, shieldmaiden saved the day, she's not even sure where the shield came from is shield creation a power? She's so curious too!

From there, though, Beroe ohs and brightens, "It wasn't THAT dangerous." And she shrugs a little, but does move over to grab up her skateboard, since it seems ... okay, but she just sort of holds it, like a cool skater chick might. "I'm so glad you are safe. You shouldn't have to worry about dangerous things like that in the city, but, hey, two amazing women, saved the day. Well, I mean, Kora did most of the work, she was AMAZING, didn't even see how she took down so many so fast. That good. You really scored a great clerk, you've got such a great eye for character, you know that?"

Pausing a moment, Beroe smiles and stops, turning, "You also said a really nice thing about me. Thank you. Are you experiencing any kind of, post fight trauma though? Maybe a shake would be good, help you calm down, I know a place, it's like real close. Ooh, they also serve ice cream. Come on!" She tilts her head in the way she wants to go a few times, to lead the direction.

Colborn has posed:
    Opening his mouth to reply once, twice, three times... Colborn shakes his head. He is not sure where he is going to be able to get a word in at all. But finally, he lets himself get led off once more.

    Along the way, he finally manages to speak. "I did get lucky by hiring an Amazon. She is new to the modern world, and needs to learn about things such as cars, televisions..." and he gestures to Beroe's phone, "And Instagram." Then he grins, "I bet you would be an -excellent- teacher for her. I should hire you too. Make you my Social Media director.."

    And then he pauses and adds, "I have not had ice cream in quite some time."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Grinning big, Beroe is walking along and she is really really enthusiastic. If before, when she came to your shop, she was at a level 7, she's now at a level 15. Her steps are nearly skips, she's looking around with wide eyes, beaming grin, even after just having been shot at, nearly crushed, and potentially hurt or killed.

"You did get lucky, but also you saw the opportunity, the skill in others. It is a great managerial talent for sure. So, you should take some of the credit as well!" She giggles with a big happy tone as she spins around on a foot while walking, for no reason at all. "I feel so alive! It's amazing."

Beroe, be a teacher? For that Amazon lady, "You don't need to hire me. I'll help you, for sure. Setup accounts, get you started, even shoot some with you. I had lots of fun today, and I go out all the time to do this so, you could tag along. Everything is better with friends. Doooo dooo doo dodododooooo, lallaaaaa." She sings a little happy tune as she's bursting, "You haven't?" Her eyes get wide, she gasps, "How will you decide which flavor?! Chocolate fudge mint chocolate with caramel swirls, is super good, plus, vanilla. And they even have those sprinkles you can layer on top, if you want, or get it dipped. So many options."

Colborn has posed:
    "I have heard about cookie dough. But also mint. Do you think I might be able to get mint ice cream, but instead of the chocolate chips, that cookie dough? I have never had that combination before." says Colborn. He speaks so formally when hanging out with such an informal person. It's like Abbot and Costello, Jeckyl and Hyde. Laurel and Hardy. Tom and Jerry. Okay, not so much that last one.

    "And yes, I thought that an Amazon, trained for war with sword and spear, might be familiar with what I sell. And one who travels from the Embassy in the city, to the university in Brooklyn, would not object to having employment in Queens, right along the way between those two places."

    And then he inclines his head as he thinks. "Are you sure that you would not want employment for helping? Surely you need income."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Those words, magic, Beroe's jaw drops open as she bursts out, "Cookie Dough is the best!" Wasn't the other one the best? She thinks about Colborn's suggestion and she grins big, "Only one way to find out! We ask, and if they can't, they can double scoop you. So, one is mint and chocolate, and the other is cookie dough and vanilla! You are a genius!" Beroe shouts as they are walking, and just keeps a bounce to her step that would be annoying even in a cartoon character, for many, and it's clear when people look at her the faces some of them give at the bubbly happy young woman.

"See! You thought it through even. That's why you are the brains of this operation. I'll stick to being the brawn, and Kora, of course, she's way brawnier than me. She also is probably smart, you wouldn't hire a dummy. That's two brains, and two brawns. We make a great team! All four of us!"

Loud, and boisterous, she's humming a little and bouncing from left foot to right foot and back and forth, as she even looks at the ground as they go, hopping over cracks and bunny hopping part of the walk, "Income? I make.... nnnh.... money .... nnnnh." She hops as far as she can to keep up with the walking, "From ... nnnh ... my ... profession. I couldn't take ..." She stops for a moment, then continues hopping along, "Your ... money. Whew! This is good exercise. And besides, I love supporting small businesses."

Colborn has posed:
    Right. He is the brain, not the brawn. He is happy to let Beroe think that for now. But at the idea of mixing the ice cream, he grins. "You see? I get good ideas about a lot of things. Hiring. Ice Cream.

    Though his feet are strolling along without skipping, the fact that he's a bit taller gives him a good stride. And he -is- walking with a speed based on purpose. Doing his best to keep up without jogging.

    "So where -is- this ice cream place?" he asks. He doesn't mention the income thing any further. He made the offer and it was turned down. Done deal.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
"Your mind is so amazing! You make all those beautiful things. The arm band is amazing, the swords, the armor, the knives, and daggers and things. You called it something really cool, but I forgot it!" Beroe is just high on something, sugar? Did she eat a dozen donuts while talking to the cops or something?

Then she hops one more time landing, and turning, "Right here!" She points dramatically at the door and then starts walking toward it. Beaming she adds, "And this ice cream is on me. Call it a donation to your store! I hope to be ordering something soon, so I gotta butter up the blacksmith." She grins and laughs, giggling as she enters an ice cream shop. "Boooooo doop doop doop, and a hidey ho, there ice cream clerk. I and my brilliant friend here... no wait, genius friend, no amazingly super terrific brilliant genius of a friend. Want two ice creams, in waffle cones, right?" She turns quickly to Colb, then back to the clerk, and nods, "Waffle cones. With the mint chocolate blast ice cream, and the yummy dough ice cream. 2 scoops of each, and pack it in there!" Practically yelling, but her tone is still soft, so she's just loud instead, and maybe being thought of as high. But who doesn't get ice cream when they are high?

Colborn has posed:
    "The seax." (pronounced Sax). "It is the style of knife used by Vikings a thousand years ago." says Colborn. "They weren't big on thrust weapons other than the spear. Little known fact, spears were -the- greatest weapon used in close combat in history, -not- swords."

    But then he smirks and nods to the clerk. Every time Beroe adds a detail, he merely nods in support of it. "You -can- like... stop adding compliments my way. My ego is strong enough to survive without them."

    But then he watches with interest as the snacks are prepared. He actually only recently -returned- to the modern world recently. He has been visiting with his people for... well a while. Catching up as it were.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Eyes popping wide open, Beroe is leaning against the counter, then turning, then sitting against it, then leaning again, then back, she can't stop moving about. "Oh right! The Sax, though I thought that was a musical instrument." She giggles and rocks back and forth in her adidas branded low tops, "Spears were?! No way. All the movies are wrong?!" It's disbelief, real disbelief, as her mouth gapes open and Beroe has to reconcile so many anime and action flicks as being inaccurate.

"That's crazy. You know everything about everything." A pause and she blinks a few times, and then blinks again, "Am I complimenting you a lot? Really? I'm so sorry. I just, I'm a bit giggly. You know, those criminals earlier really were skilled. I bet they trained hard for something, it's too bad they didn't get the money. I mean, it's bad that they stole it, but you know, you kind of want to see someone get their pay day when they put in that amount of effort."

Then to the end of the line, and with a flourish she pulls a credit card out of no where, like a magician, except it's a spatial pocket that she sticks her hand into to grab stuff from her home, and hands it over to the clerk. "And fifty dollars on the tip!" She grins big, "You've been super great at the scooping. Like, expert olympic class!"

Colborn has posed:
    Inclining his head, Colborn lifts a brow, "You know. I don't care how much effort they put in. Taking what belongs to someone else is wrong and should never be rewarded."

    But then he grins, "The renaissance completely romanticized the sword, declaring it the... weapon of a noble, of a knight... never mind the fact that all of those popular jousts use the lance... which is simply a spear rigged to be used on horseback." He lifts a hand and taps his temple with an index fingertip. "A million Greek hoplites can't have been -all- wrong."

    And then he hears the bit about the tip, and both of his brows go up. But he does not object to that. No, take care of people. That's good.

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Once the ice creams are ready, Beroe grabs them both and then turns to hand Colborn's to him. They are waffle cones with a bit of wax paper wrapped around the base incase something tries to leak through the bottom, and they aren't 2 scoops a piece, they are 4. And she probably tipped 3 or 4 times the amount of the ice cream itself, but she's beaming.

Then she grabs her phone and checks on something, eyes wide, "Wowwie! 70000 views already!?! That's amazing. I need to get almost crushed by an armored truck more often. Wowwie, to the max. It's just going up and up, looks at these comments." She quick turns the screen to face Colborn as she licks her ice cream, then back to her soon after, "People are really digging this top. Maybe I should wear it more often then, and they thought the skateboarding pictures were great, but the situation and the danger, people are sending their love. It's so amazing!"

And then she's putting the phone away, a little quick breathing, her smile big and eyes wide open, "This ice cream is delicious. What were you saying about hoplites? So soooorrry, I was listening, but then whoop. You are saying lances are spears, and spears killed a million Greek snacks? Is a hoplite a snack? I don't really know my history, which is funny, cause you know. Beroe, and all that, my mom likes Greek mythology a -ton-. She's super smart though, like you."

Her free hand then grips and she snaps her fingers, with an 'aw schucks moment', "Snickerdoodle, you didn't want me complimenting you. I'm so sorry, I won't again, it's just so easy to do."

Colborn has posed:
    Eyes going almost crossed as he does his best to watch that ice cream waffle monstrosity. "How many calories -is- this concoction?" he asks. "No wait. Don't tell me... if I don't know, they don't count. Right?" he asks with a grin.

    "Remind me to keep strong coffee in the shop for you." he adds. But then he takes a bite of the treat and smiles. "Well, the flavors -do- blend well." he adds.

    And then, BAM! thought train derails. "Huh? Killed what? No not snacks. Ancient Greek Soldiers were called Hoplites. They used spears and shields. You know, do a youtube search for ancient Greek soldiers."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
"Calories?" Beroe questions and looks to the ice cream and then grimaces a little bit. She hadn't thought about that -at all- and now, she's looking at her monstrosity of sugars and fats, "I will totally make it up on my next cheat day. I won't cheat. Yeah." She beams, everything good to go now with her as she licks a few more times from the ice cream, taking out a small bite, and holding it in her mouth and nodding. Smiling around the cold, about the only thing to keep her quiet for the moment.

"Ohhhhhhhh, soldiers. Did they? That's pretty amazing that you know that." Her eyes nearly bug out of her skull with how wide she gets them, and clenching down her jaw, "That one doesn't count. It was kind of indirect, right?" A pause, and then she asks, "Is it alright if I thank you for saving my life, not once, but twice today? You are probably also a great hugger... grrrr, darn it! I'm terrible at this. I'm sorry. Just, I feel great. Really really great. This is my second time super heroing and it went pretty darn well. Not like the last time."

Colborn has posed:
    Shaking his head, Colborn laughs and shrugs, "Okay, okay, it's okay. Stop apologizing. I know you are just being you. It's fine. Don't worry about whether you are saying good things. Those are far better than saying unkind things. So please just be yourself."

    Then he winks as he takes a bite of ice cream. Yes, a bite, not a lick. HEATHEN! "After all. Everyone else is taken."

    "And as for what I know... I loved history class when I was a kid. Plus, you kinda learn a lot of things about a lot of ancient weapons when you start -making- them."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Moving along in the ice cream shop, Beroe mentions, "This is my favorite thing about this place." She heads over to a full window wall, there's stool seats there, the kind that when you sit on them, you can spin. Though she just sits on it, wiggles back and forth, just twisting, leaning forward and - people. Lots of people are walking past up and down the busy pedestrian street. "Thank you. I like, being me. I'm so happy, I feel privileged, so many people are sad and they need something to smile about."

Then she perks up and sits up and waves enthusiastically through the window at someone walking by. They kind of look up and seem a bit confused, but can't help but smile a little back in a clearly awkward way as they wave a little to Beroe, but keep going, then she's leaning forward again, watching.

"You took history class. What do you know about my name? Oooh, pop quiz! Beroe. Who was that then, in mythology?" And she is grinning, while eating her ice cream and looking out the window, "See if your myth skills are as good as your weapon, managerial, and tackling skills."

Colborn has posed:
    Moving to sit beside Beroe... it must look weird, this dark bearded dude with a giant waffle cone sitting next to the most energetic young woman anyone may ever meet. It's like a study in opposites. It's a dichotomy of unrelated people. And yet, Colborn smiles. "You realize that History and Mythology are not even remotely the same thing. History teaches events. Mythology teaches stories people made up to explain events they could not understand."

    Okay, but then he shrugs, "I mean that depends. Which version? There are hundreds of different stories from different regions. A story from Athens would be different than one from Sparta, and that would be different than one from Turkey..." he stage whispers, "That's where Troy was." But then he takes yet another bite of his treat... stalling, but really just trying to make Beroe sweat. He chews slowly and then swallows before he says, "But I presume you are talking about Poseidon's wife, the Nymph."

Beroe Kazinski has posed:
Then she's popping up again, and grins big, bringing her hands up to her fox ears and making them dip left and right left and right, when a little kid walking past gets totally distracted by the action, and a big smile from Beroe gets the kid smiling too, and then she's sitting back down, giggling a little.

"History, what? No, mythology is basically the same thing. People telling stories about the past, that's history too. Just people, telling stories about what happened or didn't." She smiles, and then laughs a bit and does one of those light pats on the shoulder that's kind of a teasing hit, "Nah, I KNOW! I'm not a dummy. Though some people have called me some pretty bad words, over time. I just think they have a lot of aggression to vent, better to have it come on my pages than hit someone else less able to deal with it." With a quick pause and you calling out the Nymph story, she squeals, "Yes! Exactly. My mom used to tell me ALL the time, when I was young. That I was JUST like Beroe in the stories, but I looked in the mirror a lot more than she did. Isn't that sweet? I wasn't this happy growing up, and my mom was a big time supporter to help me get through... my stuff." She nods a few times, and smiles, "Tell me about you? Where'd you grow up? Do you keep in contact with your parents?"

Colborn has posed:
    Leaning in, Colborn smiles and asks, "So, is -your- mother the goddess of love and beauty?"

    That asked, he chuckles and takes another bite of his ice cream, looking out the window and waving to a kid who was trying to get Beroe's attention.

    "My family? Yeah. I was visiting my parents before moving back here. I must say, they -were- a bit mystified by my chosen profession. My father is what you would call an IT professional, and my mother is a programmer."

    He shrugs and laughs a bit, trying to be vague about -where- he was born. "My parents have a home on the West Coast." (I mean, it's near the west coast of Greece maybe... Croatia?)