14620/A Witch, a Mercenary, and a Thief Meet in a Magic shop

A Witch, a Mercenary, and a Thief Meet in a Magic shop
Date of Scene:	06 April 2023
Location:	Candle, Booke and Belle
Synopsis:	Lang sees Tynan walk into the Candle. Lang meets one of the Leaders of the Justice League Dark, and finds out that Ty is a member of the League. He also finds a Monkey that doesn't like him.
Cast of Characters:	Tynan Ireton, Scott Lang, Nettie Crowe

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Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Well, its been a very very very long time since the last meeting of a Scott Lang and a Tynan Ireton. And said meeting ended with Lang having a hangover from hell. Lang just can't handle his drink, maybe? Either way, Tynan was driving around, and pulled up to a tea shop. The CCB. She gets off her motorcycle, the streetfighter ducati instead of the superleggura. The woman walks in as if its a normal thing. Yes, there's a mercenary walking the streets still. Out in the open without fear of getting arrested! Would an Avenger simply let a merc run free? Hmmm?!

Scott Lang has posed:
     Not everyone drives a vehicle worth the same as a small house. Lang's Ant-Mobile, the baby blue Ford Focus with more than a few years and miles on it isn't going to catch anyone's eye. But sometimes that's for the best. Parked across the street, Lang had been window-shopping trying to find a gift for Cassie, something to say 'sorry for missing your last soccer game because of the villains trying to reverse Earth's gravity.' It had turned out if he'd left that one alone the results would have been about the same, but he'd missed the game all the same. With a bit of interest in magic, at least the sleight of hand kind, the shop had gotten his attention and so there he stood handling a couple of crystal balls, one in each hand and acting as if he was weighing them when the jingle of the door gets him to look up. To see a familiar Asiatic blonde, a look distinct enough even a concussion made it hard to forget.

     "YOU!" he exclaims, turning quickly and nearly fumbling the crystal, bending over and staggering forward a step before he regains himself and catches them, standing up with a start and an annoyed expression. "You almost made me drop my balls. What the hell are you doing here?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty pauses a long moment before blinking a few times as she looks at Lang. She takes a moment to rub her eyes a little bit. She shakes her head a little bit. "For starters, do not do anything stupid here, and do not use any energy!", she says. THe woman shakes her head. "I don't want to deal with the crab legs. Seriously, don't ask.", she tells. The woman takes several deep breathes to center herself.

    "And stop playing with those balls. They arn't yours! Unless you're buying them!", she tells. Ty takes a moment to shake her head. "And I study here. And part time as a clerk here.", she says. THe woman takes a few moments to walk around the shop. "Are you shopping for your daughter? I could recommend several books on Slight of Hand tricks, and some starter kits?", she offers.

Scott Lang has posed:
     "Well I might be buying them! I'm still deciding. And I've got plenty of sleight of hand stuff of my own already. I...wait so you're a cashier here?" her other words sinking in before he lets out a laugh. "Geeze I thought merc work paid better than having to moonlight as a cashier. Unless you got fired. Can you get fired from being a mercenary? There a union?" Scott teases though he's still moving a BIT apprehensively keeping himself turned towards her at all times and maintaining several feet of distance. Until of course he's distracted by something else shiny.

     "Oooh wands, she does love Harry Potter. That might work, long as it's not one that's just a stick. Tried that once, didn't go over well," Scott starting to poke and prod at a collection of wands. They probably didn't keep the really dangerous ones out front presumably. Hopefully. Another sidelong glance at Tynan adding, "Any of them make you disappear?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Tynan gives this annoyed look. She shakes her head a little bit as she watches Lang a bit. She knows which ones are dangerious and not. The woman takes a few moments to examine the wands. She focuses her mind, and picks a wand well has no powers. It doesn't have any energy in at all. It just looks very expensive. "Here's a good looking wand.", she tells. And well, Ty could....technically make herself disappear, but well, using magic out here causes crablegs. And Crablegs are bad!

    "I'm sorry...sir. We don't have anything that makes you disappear. Thats more of a speciality thing that the owner would be able to discuss with you.", she tells. THe woman ahems a bit. "This I could sell you for....$100. Or....wait, since its for your daughter, I could...actually just put it on my tab, and gift wrap it for you.", she tells. Ty tries to offer a smile....Its forced...

Scott Lang has posed:
     Scott clearly tenses up when Tynan steps over close to him to pick out a wand for him, looking just about almost ready to throw a punch. It would be a pre-emptive strike, totally justified of course, but thankfully things don't come to that as she, actually does what a clerk is supposed to do and leaves Scott staring nearly cross-eyed at the ornate piece for a long few moments before letting out a sputter at the price. "$100 for a FANCY stick?!" he exclaims, backing up a step as if now afraid the WAND is going to hit him instead, in the wallet. And back directly instead into a display of books that starts to wobble, Scott throwing out his hands to steady it, only a single volume falling out to land on his head and slide off, a leg lifted to catch it semi-nimbly with his knee before it hits the floor.

     It's only as he's able to pull his arms back down and pick the book off his leg that the second part of what she said sinks in. "Why would you put it on your tab? You met my daughter one time for all of about 5 minutes. You don't owe her anything," his suspiscions up again, eyes narrowing. "What are you up to? That thing dangerous? Bugged? Steals credit card info or something?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Aye, what *are* you up to?" comes a voice, and the shop's owner is leaning against a handy doorway, downing something from a steel flask, She has silver gray hair, her eyes behind a pair of half-moon sunglasses too weird a shade of blue to be her natural color, and is wearing a T-shirt that says 'I SMACKED A NAZI AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS AWESOME T-SHIRT'.

    Which makes far more sense if you knew her past.

    "Pardon my associate, sir." she states in her Northern British lilt, "I'm not sure what you've come in for, but I'm the owner of the Candle, Booke and Belle. What's she try to sell you? If it's hunnred bucks, likely not for beginners, aye?" she gives a quirk of her lip.

    She's bare foot, each of her toenails painted matte black, and wearing Jeans.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty coughs a little bit as she sees Nettie appear. She quickly goes to collect the books. The woman quickly puts them back in proper order. "Apologies, Ma'am.", she says. The woman shows the wand that Lang was looking at. Its...one of the fancy nonmagical ones. One thats all show.

    "Ma'am, this is Mister Lang, of the Avengers. I have had...conversations with him in the past.", she tells. "He questioned whether my...prior employment...terminated me, and if you hired me.", she tells.

    Ty takes a long moment to stretch a little bit before breathing out. "You do know that my father had a strong influence on my life, Mister Lang. I think a father should be a strong influence in their daughter's life, and should be an example. And I know that being an Avenger doesn't always get paid what they should.", she tells. Ty knows this more from experience, given her assignments. "Either way, your history is well knowned, so consider it a peace offering if it makes you feel better."

Scott Lang has posed:
     This was the woman that Tynan was...apologizing to? Working for? Lang looks Nettie up and down then at Tynan and then back again. Something wasn't adding up in his mind but needless to say he thought it better to remain nervous. "Just a little something for my daughter, she has a fondness for..." a long pause as Lang waves one of his hands in the air searching for the right word, or rather a word that isn't 'weird shit' before settling on, "Quirky. Think she gets it from her mother's side, not serious like I am," flashing a tilted grin before locking eyes with Tynan. "I think you got this one in the wrong spot," he teases as he slowly pulls one book out and puts it down one shelf lower. Where it is now clearly in the wrong spot.

     "And we didn't have conversations. You got angry. And pummeled my head into a bar. You should be in JAIL is what I'm getting at," his teasing tone giving way to something a bit more grumpy as he reminds himself, reaching up to rub at his forehead as he recalls the pain.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Ty? Pummeling a head into a bar? Say it's not so." she gives a small smile, the short woman coming over to regard Scott Lang, and she gives a soft 'hrm'.

    "Tynan, how old's the girl? Even one of the wands for the tourists may have bleed in some of the energies from our residents upstairs. Wouldn't want to have any accidents. Certainly not before someone's gotten a hold of their temper." she asks to Tynan, and then looks to Scott Lang. She does not offer her hand for a shake, noticibly, put does remove her flask from her pocket.

    "Well. No sense in the pretense, is there? Nettie Crowe. Landlady and some sort of leader to the Justice League Dark. How do you do?" she asks with an upnod.

    "Tynan's a former apprentice of mine."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty coughs a little bit as she kinda looks away a little bit. "It wasn't the first time...nor last time...or even the middle time...", she says with a cough. The woman takes a moment to think back. "Last time I saw the lass, I would say...8 years old? So likely 9 or 10 years old now. And thats why I went for the wand that had an inlay of lab created stones. I don't think those hold much energy if any.", she tells. The woman looks over at Lang a moment.

    "Errm....ummm, yeah, I study magic, and a member of the JLD. Nettie taught me a lot of the basics, and well, I picked up a number of skills from other...teachers in time.", she tells. "So, yeah, what was it you called me? Nothing more then just a trigger puller, killing people for money?", she growls a little bit. "I ain't not angel, but not the devil cause I still feel the pain.", she hisses a little bit.

    Tynan takesa moment. "Mister Lang is very skilled with his hands, and making things...disappear. Not quite my level, but well, I should warn Mister Lang that if things are removed from the store that are not paid for, Mister Crabby pays a visit...I would assume though that his daughter has learned many of those skills as well, so those books might just be overkill for her.", she winces. Yes, she's named a certain spell Mister Crabby. She picks up the book, and places it back in its proper place.

Scott Lang has posed:
     "Yeah she's 9, I was just trying to get her a knick-knack, didn't know I'd wandered into Dr. Strange's giftshop with the real deal," Scott not questioning at all if magic was real. He'd worked alongside and against it often enough to know and now that he was aware it explained some of the familiar sensations of being around it. Looking down at Nettie a moment he again does the back and forth between her and Ty before he lets out a sigh and slumps his shoulders.

     "Fine, nice to meet Nettie. Scott Lang, the current Ant-Man. Be doing me a real favor if you maybe just had Tynan here do a really extra thorough cleaning of every crystal in the shop with a toothbrush. You know, as penance for attacking me. Help build bridges between the Avengers and the Dark League. Real diplomatic stuff like that," trying to make it sound like he didn't just want Ty to suffer a bit while he laughed about it at home later. Scott was no Captain America, he DID possess a vindictive streak now and then.

     "And I don't steal anymore!" Scott exclaims to Ty. As he does a creepy looking toy monkey on a high shelf begins to laugh and bang its cymbals. "I don't steal often!" he tries again prompting another round of laughter from the monkey. "I only steal when it's necessary." More laughs. Scott presses his lips tightly together, "I haven't stolen anything from this shop at this particular time because technically it's only theft after you leave the store." There's a long awkward silence as if the monkey is considering those words before Scott quietly plucks a bag of herbs from his pocket and hands them to Ty. "Those uh, fell in there by accident," he explains. The monkey begins to laugh more.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Pft. Strange doesn't need a gift shop, bloody genius he is, could teach surgery and magic, doesn't, but does have a running tab with me." Nettie gives a smile, and in a very UnAmerican manner she plucks out a silk packet, and from the packet she removes a cigarette -- it's her shop, who's going to tell her not to smoke? - and se lights it with a bic that has a couple of acid-rock planets on it.

    "Now that you mention it, Tynan, a few of the upstairs rooms may need a lookin' after. Third floor workspaces are a bit sensitive to any sort of magic at the moment, following that slime incident --" she does not illuminate on what it is "-- so you'd best grab the floor brushes an' knee pads, yeah? Have to keep up with the Avengers. Seein' as they tend to respond to messes in New York." she adds with a small smile,

    "Like the monkey? Picked it up in a rummage sale on the Rue Morgue in Paris. Bloke said it came from the estate of the Vitcomte d'Changney, who purchased it when an opera house went on the auction block. Tragic story, really." Nettie replies, and she gives a little flip of her hand.

    "Bad idea to steal from a witch in the first place, boyo. I would appreciate if it were to not happen again. I'd hate to have my first meeting with whichever boyscout or playboy is managing your outfit be me draggin' in someone by their ears, natch."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    "I'll do the draggin' if it means I can see Captain America!", Ty volunteers. "I'll even do it for free! Just to meet Captain!", she says, all starry eyed. Its almost disturbing to see Ty very energetic and willing to do something, for free. She usually only gets that excited when a new novel is about to get released, and she hasn't done any work in a minute. There's only a slight school girl sigh...

    It lasts for about a few seconds before Lang gives her the herbs., and she shakes her head. "At least I don't have to deal with Mister Crabby. Are you ever going to get rid of those?", she asks Nettie.

    "And what slime incident? I didn't cause this one, did I? I'm pretty sure I havn't practiced any of the wyld magics here, so things should be stable...", she tells. "And do I need to do a salt circle barrier? I don't have a lot of salt and sulfur around at the moment.

Scott Lang has posed:
     "I'm not taking you to see ANY of the other Avengers. I got enough reputation problems without showing up with you at the Mansion!" Scott informs before cheerily teasing, "And hey just think to the good ole days. Don't miss, a spot," Scott cocking his thumb up and miming a gun with a quiet 'ka-pow' from his lips.

     At least the smoking doesn't seem to bother Scott, time in prison pretty quickly taught you not to give anyone a hard time for smoking around you and even he'd indulged now and then back then. What else was there to do?

     Less happy does he seem about the monkey as he shoots a baleful gaze its way. "Yeah, great find. Oughta sell it to the police, if only we could get it admissible in court. But look I wasn't stealing I was just..." Scott out of habit about to fabricate some far-fetched story about gathering evidence, borrowing, testing her, or any other excuse he could come up with. Instead his eyes go to the monkey again which is starting to spread its cymbals prepping to beat them again and Scott quickly changes tune. "OK maybe it was stealing, force of habit, won't happen again...in this shop," he quickly tacks on, the monkey just barely stopping with the cymbals less than a quarter inch apart at the addition, Scott giving a sigh of relief as a result.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Wasn't you duckie, but they skipped out on the clean up." Nettie gives a small smile to the younger woman. No, she wouldn't be letting Tynan waltz Lang in to Cap. That would probably not be the worst idea. After all, there were plenty of people who are still around from the European theater of the Great Wars...

    "Here, in lieu of a pricy wand, and in apology for both my friend and the monkey --"

    Nettie walks over to one of the jewery stands, and she withdraws a ring. It's the open sort, and is constructed with three swirling tentacles.

    "As a token of friendship. It's utterly non-magical,a nd for some odd reason there are a lot of young ones who seem to be fascinated by the whole tentacle thing. Purchased this round on a trip to California. Every ring represents about an acre of underwater habitat being cleaned up for Pacific Giant Octopus and study of Colossal Squid. Might be oddball enough?" she offers, raising her eyebrows.

    "And, if your young lady is interested in pursuing the mystic arts, we can talk later." she gives a bright smile. "I do like teaching, and now that I've had some practice in teaching that's more recent than the forties, good to go."

    Mind, Nettie doesn't look like she's older than her mid twenties.