1355/Internet Bullying!

Internet Bullying!
Date of Scene:	24 April 2020
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Rose calls up Alex to give him grief for stabbing goat people
Cast of Characters:	Rose Wilson, Alexander Aaron

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Rose Wilson has posed:
The internet is a wonderful thing. So very, very, very wonderful. And there are, in fact, bullies out there on the internet, and it is possible that Rose is one of those people.

After reaching out, she has sent a very kindly worded request for Alex to meet her outside the Royal Dragon Restaurant, where she's standing with her cellphone ni her hand, tapping away at something on it.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    When the message from the girl named, 'Patch Adams' on his cellphone left a message at first it took a few moments for the youth to recall who it was, but then his lips parted when recognition dawned. A few tap-tap-taps on the phone sends a message back giving his RSVP as well as adjusting the time a little up fifteen minutes or so.
    But luckily it was enough, easily adjusted and at the set time she'll likely see the two-headed youth's approach, hands in the pockets of his jeans, and backpack slung over his shoulder. Today the t-shirt he's wearing is an old grey one with blue lettering that proudly proclaims, 'Property of Empire State University Athletics' and naught else.
    Once he gets close enough he lifts his voice, "Hey." A proper greeting.

Rose Wilson has posed:
It's not like Rose was particularly busy doing anything else that she couldn't adjust her meeting time by whatever he needed, within reason. But that also doesn't mean that she wasn't waiting the whole time because, see above. Nothing else to do.

When Alex arrives she turns off her phone, tucking it into the back pocket of her jeans before she straightens up from where she's been leaning, "I was starting to think that you weren't going to show up."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Hands in his pockets and balance settled evenly between his feet, the young Olympian tilts his head to the side as he says with a smile, "Have I given you reason to doubt my word?" But those words of his own don't carry any malice with them, just a subtle wry amusement as he takes a step to the side, likely moving to start walking if she seems inclined to stroll and talk.
    "Everything okay? Things have been..." A pause as those curious hazel eyes distance and then he tilts his head to look back at her, "Kind of weird lately."
    A beat then his brow furrows, "Has anyone been bugging you?" Naturally his thoughts go in that direction, because of course the world revolves around him

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Doubt your word? No. But becoming famous might have impacted your relationship with us peons, your desire to go out where you might be mobbed by your fans." Rose crosses her arms over her chest before she falls into step, evidently fine with strolling and talking.

After a few steps, though, she unfolds her arms so that she can reach into a pocket to tug out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out she catches it between her teeth, then she holds the pack out towards him in offer, "No more people bugging me than usual."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    A hand lifts to wave off the offer of a smoke as he then returns his hands to his pockets to stroll along. The pair of them make their way through Chinatown with an easy stride, moving with the flow of the evening foot traffic, everyone setting a steady pace, it's almost like they're in their own little bubble of humanity insulated against eavesdropping. Not from any bit of security on their part, but just from the simple fact that nobody around them gives a damn abut what they're talking about.
    "Ah, so you saw the thing." The thing being that youtube video assuredly. Since he's gotten a bit of grief over that. Meetings at school. Possible expulsion. His nose crinkles a little. "Not exactly my best side."
    He glances sidelong at her, still trying to gauge the strange girl, her expression neutral enough that he's not really sure if she just wants to give him grief or stab him, or if her facial expression would change for either. "Yah, was a weird day."

Rose Wilson has posed:
There is a potential that she would have no actual emotional response to giving him grief, or stabbing him, so there would be no change of expression. Which is probably creepy to some people.

The pack gets tucked back into her pocket, then the cigarette between her teeth gets lit before she blows the smoke upwards, "I did see the thing." She agrees, expression and tone mild for a moment before she gives him a look, a brow raising, "Oh, so you mean running into goat men isn't a normal thing?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Newp." He says, a little louder than normal with the P very pronounced at the end. But his nose crinkles a little, "Was a strange day all around. But..." Alexander's lips twist up a little as he looks sidelong at her, "Was that the whole reason you called me to give me grief about fighting a bunch of Satyrs?"
    He turns around and starts to walk backwards for a time, "Or you just couldn't wait, and were looking for an excuse the whole time, while you totally cyber stalked me." Alex's hazel eyes light up with wry amusement as he casually gives her a hard time.
    He turns around shaking his head sadly, "You know you coulda just called up, asked me to get some coffee. Admit that you are lost and wayward without my presence."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"I'm lost."

Rose intones, her voice flat, monotone. Totally lacking in inflection before adding, in the same tone. "I am wayward. A broken soul, floating along on the tides of fate, looking for a port to call my own."

There's another drag from her cigarette before she flicks the ashes away from her, smirking a fraction, "I was considering giving you a hard time about being filmed, not by fighting a bunch of goatmen. And then I considered giving you a hard time about not inviting me to the fun."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Falling back into step with her his smile is warm, but still a touch wry, perhaps still not entirely sure how to take this particular Rose in her oh so laconic manner. But at least his amusement is sincere as he looks away and then back to her, "That sounds like the Aeneid." The words she offered about how she was so bereft in his absence.
    But then he gives a small laugh, "Well, couldn't have hurt." Her being there while the Satyrs attacked. "But, to be fair, I was in fairly august company. I barely had to do anything."
    Though, to be fair, that sword stroke he used to decapitate the leader as he charged was rather picture perfect in its execution. A swordswoman of her caliber likely would be able to perceive that rather well.
    Then his smile brightens as he looks sidelong at her, "Next time something like that happens you want me to call a timeout and ask them to hold up until you can drive down from Gotham?"

Rose Wilson has posed:
"What is the Aeneid?" Rose wonders, glancing over curiously. Clearly her knowledge of Greek's and Greek mythology has a limit, because he's just found it.

Then she shrugs her shoulders, a hand raising to slide the tip of her tongue along the underside of her bottom lip before she takes another drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke slide out through her teeth, "You should just keep me around. That way you won't have to tell them to go to timeout, you'll have someone there to protect you. I saw how you were struggling there."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "The Aeneid?" It's his turn to work at his lower lip, just drawing a bit between his teeth as he ponders offering the best description in a short amount of tie. "It's a poem by Virgil from ages ago about a guy from Troy."
    His stroll is easy and his gait a little slowed so their steps can match up. Some people walk around and past them, but or the most part they are left to their conversation as they reach the corner and take it, further into the depths of the neighborhood. "But there's a part of it where he's looking for a place of safe harbor during a storm, and your choice of words reminded me of it." His nose crinkles a little.
    But then she suggests he should keep her around, and then how he was /struggling/. So he smirks at her, "Mmmhmm, struggling. I'm not exactly in the market for a bodyguard. What qualifications do you have?" Those last words there lift a little at the end, amusement in his tone.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"For a bodyguard? None." Rose replies easily with a shake of her head, then she shrugs her shoulders, "Only think I know about Troy is that there was this pretty lady that convinced men to go die for her."

There is a pause before she points out, "Men are dumb. Do anything for a pretty face and a pair of tits." She takes the final drag from her cigarette before she flicks it out into the street in a shower of embers. "So where'd the goats come from?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "That's a gross oversimplification, but then I suppose you could kinda say that's what's driven the species for years." Alexander offers in counterpoint to the mankind critique. But then he smiles lightly back to Rose as he gives a small shrug.
    "They came from my uncle who was trying to tell me not to do a thing he doesn't want me to do, but I sorta intend to do it anyways." He strolls along and now that they've reached a small abandoned dog park on one of the side streets, he stops strolling there, instead sitting upon the end of one of the old cement and wood bench seats out in front of it. One sneaker props up on the seat beside him.
    "He's started hassling some of my friends. So, I mean, by us hanging out you might be a lil more in danger. Just FYI. Don't worry, I'll protect you."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"The uncle with the birds?" Because she remembers the blackbirds. It is hard to forget them, really. But she doesn't seem to be overly worried about it, either way.

Nor does she appear to be worried about someone hassling her, a smirk flashing across her face, "You'll protect me?" She shakes her head at him before she moves over to the bench, standing instead of sitting though. "You think I need your protection? I'm not some face that launched a thousand ships, you know."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Actually," Alexander's eyes slide to the side as a slightly sour look touches his features, "That was a different uncle, but about the same thing." He crinkles his nose again as he looks back and then smiles a little at the smirk that he catches just the ghost of.
    "Well, not really." He doesn't think she needs his protection. He leans back, arms folding over his chest as he looks to her, sitting at eye-level with her by leaning against that bench. So she can see those deep pale blue and jade green irises of his holding her gaze as he replies. "I'm pretty sure you can fight. But I was vaguely thinking of pricking your pride and seeing if you had a temper."
    But then he lifts his chin, "I can kinda tell you can fight though. Though yeah, I'm curious."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"You assume I have pride." Oh, she does. She. Does. "But I can fight...I told you last time."

Rose crosses her arms over her chest, that smirk teasing at the corners of her mouth once more as she studies him in return. But there are more curious things that tickle at her mind, so she shifts back to that topic, "What, the message passing?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    When she states that he makes an assumption he smiles and nods in reply, and then announces with that same pronunciation as before. "Yup."
    But then he heaves a small 'heh' at the mention of the message and he looks away, then back. "It was Hades telling me to please accept his offer and if I would do so he would be very grateful. Eventually I had to just tell him I'd consider it and eventually I agreed."
    There's a small shrug given, "So next weekend I'm going on a trip, and will see what I can see."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Hades?" Rose quirks her head slightly to the side, curious about that before she tugs at some loose threads in her memory. Why this story stuck to her is probably glaringly obvious for anyone that knows her, and her history. While not romantic, being kidnapped and the subject of Stockholm is sort of her thing.

"The underworld, right? Persephone."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    A nod is given, "That's one of the tales about him." Alexander watches the young woman wit a level gaze, those curious eyes looking for small hints, small tells, intrigued by her manner and what she chooses to take interest in. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment, and then decides that chances are if he tells her nothing too horrible will come of it.
    "You see, my uncle Hades, and Dionysus... they're having a small feud. One is playing a joke on the other, having this yearly celebration supposedly lauding their brother. But really it's a mockery of him."
    He grimaces and rubs at the back of his neck, "I'm going to this celebration, to see what it is about. And to pass judgment on it. Since I owe nothing to either of them, I'm... impartial." He grimaces a little, "Thing is it's... it's probably not going to be a pleasant thing."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"I like parties...even when they are shit parties, there's always someone interesting there." By which she probably means to get into a fight with, unlike most normal teenagers and their purpose for going to parties.

She eventually gets tired of the standing and moves to find a spot on the bench to sit, her legs crossing as she leans backwards to get comfortable, "So why are you worried that the party is going to be unpleasant?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    That, for some reason, seems to get to him a little as he turns to face her, drawing one leg up and settling it on the bench seat between them, resting a hand on his knee. He looks thoughtfully past her, taking a deep breath, and then murmurs quietly.
    "Mmm, from everything I've learned about it. It's..."
    He tilts his head away, then looks sidelong at her, "You've heard about those horrible rumors and things, about the social elites getting together at some hidden location to do all sorts of evil things to each other? I'm not talking about just like... orgies and drinking and drugs or whatever."
    He looks away for a time as he murmurs, "Killing people. Enslaving them. Selling them..." A hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck, "Eating them. Just... maybe it's all bullshit. But maybe it's not."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Yeah. They have a word for it. Bacchanal." Bacchanalia? Either way, she doesn't seem to make the Roman to Greek connection here, even if she knows what the word means. Which is amusing, probably. Or some random fact she read at some point and somehow managed to remember it.

Rose twists around to look at him, a brow lifting upwards before her eye squints just a fraction, "So if you've some moral objection to that kind of thing, how are you planning to get through it?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    For a time the blonde deity looks past her, his brow furrowing and beetling in the middle of his forehead. Sloooowly he nods as she asks that question, that obvious question and one eyebrow lifts slowly as he ponders it while nodding slowly. Then those eyes slip back to her own, and he tells her calmly, levelly, with such an easy manner to him as he murmurs simply.
    "I'm probably going to kill all of them."
    And then he looks away, as if having some small inner dialogue with himself, nodding again slowly with whatever thoughts flit through his mind. Then he just adds quietly, "Yeah." Though that last word is said a little sadly.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Would that make you a morally better person?" Rose asks, and while the question might be one that would potentially be judgy, or condesending. She sounds honestly curious, like this is somehow going to swing her own moral compass one direction or another depending on his answer.

It's late at night, in Hell's Kitchen, in a dog park that they are probably the only people in. And if there are others, they know know better then to pay attention. Because she reaches down, fingers tucking into the tops of her boots before she pulls out a knife, then offering it to him. For his murder spree.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Yup," Is his answer given without hesitation, but then he argues. "But not so much about morality. More just... a myriad of reasons." Yet he doesn't go on to list the reasons why, or elaborate on his thoughts on the matter. Instead he looks back to her and watches her good eye, then follows down to her hand upon her boot.
    When she offers the knife he'll accept it, flipping it around the back of his wrist and then holding it up to balance on the tip of his finger, before he flips it back into the palm of his hand with a faint /fnap/ of metal upon flesh.
    Offering it back to her he says quietly, "I have my own." But then he looks at her levelly and murmurs, "You're alright with this?" As if not expecting her to agree at all.

Rose Wilson has posed:
It's a solid knife. Bought for purpose, not because it's flashy or looks nice. No pearl handle and gold pins. No, just good, old fashioned practical murder tools.

When the knife is held back out to her she reaches over to take it back with an easy shrug, "Why wouldn't I be?" One elbow settles on the back of the bench before she casually gestures through the air with the tip of the knife as she talks, "People have to die, and plenty of justice systems are based around the death penalty. So do your justice."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Not many other people I talk to would understand." Alex says as he finally pushes himself to his feet and then runs a hand through that wild mop of hair that he has, looking off and away, then back down to her. "So thanks for giving me a call."
    He slides his hands back into his pockets and meets her gaze with a smile that is perhaps a touch warmer than before as he murmurs, "Did you want to go anywhere? Do anything? Or you just wanted to call me up to hassle me for stabbing some goat people?"
    As he says that he starts to step past her, back toward the sidewalk they had walked off of, shoulder lightly brushing hers as he moves around.

Rose Wilson has posed:
There is a momentary flash of suspicion that washes across her face, then she tucks the knife back into her boot before she starts to move after him towards the sidewalk. "I mostly called you to hassle you about stabbing goat people."

Which she hasn't really done much hassling about. "Did you want to go anywhere? Do anything?" Since he brought it up, she clearly assumes he had some ideas.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Walking backwards a few steps he tilts his head, "I don't know, coffee?" But the way his features twist it looks like that doesn't entirely interest him. His shoulders lift and lower as he stops there at the edge of the sidewalk, head tilting to the side.
    But then he looks back to her and asks, "What do you do for fun?"