15327/Westchester Family Values

Westchester Family Values
Date of Scene:	07 July 2023
Location:	Picturesque Neighborhood - Salem Center
Synopsis:	Sprite and Mary Jane talk in Salem over long dead barbarians.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Jane Watson, Sprite

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
She hasn't been on this side of Salem Center before. So while going off-duty from her day job, Mary Jane is wandering through the very picturesque neighborhood. "I don't think I could afford one of the parking meters theyhave here.."

Sprite has posed:
Sprite ran into MJ once before. Gave her a hard time, even. So today, she's feeling a little more sympathetic. She's not sure what gets the other redhead out there. But she'll comment from immediately behind MJ "Oh, there's more to life than money. But if you really want a parking meter, I'll get you one."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shake her head, "No, I have a feeling like I'd put money into it and then feel obligated to stay in one place wiht it for however long I have on it. So probably like fifteen minutes for a full month's rent."

Sprite has posed:
Sprite smirks a little. "Well, you seem recovered from last time. So that's a good mark in your favor. What're you doing out so far from the city?" she asks.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would oh, "Had a job out here. Finished early in the afternoon and not taking the bus back till the evening. Thought I could just wander and explore some. See how the upper one thousandth of one percent live."

Sprite has posed:
    The younger-looking redhead floats up. "Borrrring. Money doesn't make people interesting. You're more interesting than 90 percent of the people who live out here. And that's not saying much!" Backhanded complement.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would sigh, "Thank you. And no, money can't buy happiness and it isn't everything, but it does make everything a lot easier." SHe would deadpan. "So, what brings you out here too? I would think that at least some of thsoe ten percent here would also garner interest."

Sprite has posed:
"Oh, there can be some interesting people out here. But most are boring. Tell you what. Entertain me, and I'll give you enough money to make things interesting." Sprite inverts herself, floating upside down near MJ like the imp she can be.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would sigh, "Well, that's the thing.. I'd feel like I haven't earned it, and I get a sense that money's not as muchof an issue for you. But all right.. Hmm.. How to entertain you.." She would lean back and go to take a seat on a bench.
    "All right. A long, long time ago on Earth.. There was a king assembling an army. To make his army, he hired eight mercenary bands."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite chuckles. "Mmm." She's a storyteller. She's THE storyteller. So she's going to be judging MJ on her storytelling.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would kick her hands back. "All of the leaders of the eight warbands agreed that eight separate companies could not have eight different leaders. They had to react on the battlefield. Which meant a uniform chain of command. And all eight of the mercenary leaders would be loathe to serve under another. So they came up with a solution that only a group of barbarians could. They would all fight one another in a battle royale. Whomever was left standing at the end would lead all eight companies."

Sprite has posed:
    "Sounds pretty straightforward..." Sprite comments. She idly creates an image in the background of a bunch of barbarian warriors fighting.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
There are eight warriors fighting. Men and women. Young and ancient veterans. The king and the assembled nobles are watching and cheering.
    "The fight goes rather messily. One man wearing bear furs and leather takes out his axe and cuts an old man, veteran of a hundred battles wearing some monster's skull as a helmet from head to toe, skewering him throught he middle. One woman, with flaming red hair, goes to throw an axe through the skull of a young warrior, even at an age today where someone would be in school that had already slain a hundred men. In the end, there are just those two warriors left. A Hyrkarian Bitch, and a Cimmerian dog."

Sprite has posed:
    That gets a merry laugh from Sprite. "Oh, Sonja and Conan." She says, and then tilts a head. "That's an impressive fact for you to know that story? Where in the world did you hear that?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would muse, "Well.. Heard it in a book once. Well, less heard, and more someone's drunken gibberings years after. You know how they say that Conan Doyle was just Holmes' biographer? Just the rantings of someone passed down a line and inked on paper with blood."

Sprite has posed:
    The redhead gets an amused look. "Well, you told me a story I haven't heard in a long time. So what do you want in terms of wealth?" she smiles.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would lean back and look up at the sunny day. "Nothing. Asking for wealth or something from the djinn tends to not go well in the stories. So I'll settle for the company for the afternoon till I take the bus home."