15516/The True Test of a Relationship

The True Test of a Relationship
Date of Scene:	01 August 2023
Location:	3B - Alexander's Greenwich Loft
Synopsis:	Moving Day!
Cast of Characters:	Alexander Aaron, Betsy Braddock

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Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Seriously, I don't have much stuff."
    He had said that when the proposition was brought up. And, to a degree it was true. In the greater scheme of things the amount of personal property he had was rather small considering. Yet when it was all laid out in a series of boxes...
    "Ok maybe I have more than I thought."
    For finally, after several months getting used to the new place, and coming by now and again, leaving clothes there bits and pieces at a time, Alexander is finally moving.
    And to see one's life laid out in cardboard boxes and plastic bags was a thing. He rested his hands on his hips and looked sidelong toward Elizabeth Braddock who likely did not often have to move her own things. And technically he didn't either, since his salary with SHIELD he could afford movers. But that seemed wrong. And really for the amount of things he had it would be a little overkill.
    "You pick up the strangest stuff as the years go by." He holds up an old golden harp and strums it once, then tosses it back in the box.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy had moved many times in her life. When she was younger, she had made sure to do so herself because it was a whole thing of being able to do for herself. But as time had passed, she realized just how silly that was. Thus movers were the way to go in all things. Not that she moved that often. She travelled a lot but didn't really move households. Though at one time she'd been at Xavier's then later in the city and now, she'd moved to a bigger place in the city. Which cost a fortune but that view could not be beat.

Eyeing the harp, then scanning the boxes, Betsy was dressed casually. Jeans, boots, a t-shirt under a plaid overshirt, the overshirt tied at the waist.

"Stranger still that you keep the strange things. Then put them in boxes and move them." She looked pointedly at the harp then back to Alexander.

"Did you dress up as an angel for a lark or something?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    That harp landed in a box with a few other 'souvenirs'. He didn't have too many of them. One of the larger boxes seemed to have primarily clothes that he accumulated over the years. He had a surprisingly large amount of t-shirts and jeans and shorts and socks and undies. Since one of his habits seemed to be not doing laundry as often as he should and just getting new clothes at times. Though it did lend to a variety of shirts. One of which he was wearing now that declared, 'Vader Did Nothing Wrong. Those Jedi Had It Coming.'
    "You know there's a story behind each of these things." He says as he starts to walk around the room making a few last minute checks.
    When she points out the harp he points back at it, "There was a 'One Night in Heaven' dance I went to, and yes. Very diaphanous robes, little golden wings. You would have hated it..."
    Then he smiled sidelong at her, "Or loved it."
    He kneeled down before his chest of drawers and pulled the drawers out one at a time, peering inside. Then he laughed and reachd inside...
    There was a faint 'clink' and then a thin-bladed stiletto was pulled out of the dresser. Apparently it had been attacked to the underside of one of the drawers. "Forgot I had left this here."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
His shirts were often amusing but she had not realized his habits in buying new things instead of laundering what he had. That would likely be resolved. Though that would also involve them needing someone to come in and do the laundry because Betsy was not really the domestic type. Course, they would have someone in once a week to the apartment to clean so it would just be another thing to add to that task list. Maybe she should make it twice a week so they were not overwhelmed.

"One night in heaven, eh?" And with that she eyed the harp again then eyed him with a sweep from head to toe and back up. A smirk twisted up the left side of her mouth as he mentioned hating or loving that outfit. "If it is packed in one of these boxes, we'll have you put it on and see which way the verdict falls. I suspect a little bit of both though I have no doubt you looked quite sexy in it."

When he knelt down to examine the dresser so closely, she tilted her head curiously. Then out came the stiletto blade. "That is quite the item to forget." Because if the dresser was going with them, then that could've been seen or impacted by whoever took out the drawers in the moving process. Or if it was staying...well that was just worse.

"Do I need to be concerned you'll kill me in my sleep now? That is a bit... much."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The furniture wasn't much beyond token kit gear that had likely been gotten from a certain Swedish mega-store. So it wasn't going with them. Also it would clash staggeringly with the penthouse's insane decor aesthetic. Ikea and Bullard do not mix.
    Alex looked sidelong over at Elizabeth as she gave him guff for the stiletto, he eyeballed her. "Oh, am I hearing this from the woman with ninja training that I have taken into my life? Who can barely get ready for an evening out without the token horribly deadly sharp pointy object?"
    As he says this he almost absently /throws/ the stiletto at her, the blade twirling end over end as it slices across the distance at her. "Besides, I don't have it just to have it."
    He says as he turns away.
    "It's for vampires."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
As the weapon flipped her direction, it seemed she would need to step out of the way to let it hit the wall behind her. But of course, this was Betsy. And she had the instincts of another woman built into her psyche now, one who had trained with such weapons since she was a child really. Thus she reached up a hand at just the right moment and caught the weapon, mid spin. She brought it up to examine it as he explained why he had it.

Which such an answer only earned a laugh and a shake of the head. "Silver doesn't hurt vampires. That's werewolves." Which she says as though anyone in the world should know that little detail. "Has your famous movie monster education been lax? If so, we may have to solve it."

Or he may have learned that she knows perhaps too much about classic monsters. Or real monsters. Therein probably was another discussion for another time.

"Any other weapons hidden in the furnishings that you may have missed? And do be sure to let me know where they might be in the new house." A naughty smile. "I'll show you where mine are if you show me yours."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "It's enchanted, little miss smarty pants."
    Alexander's tone was playful as he looks over his shoulder. "For a time I was helping an ancient vampire hunter gal and her significant other. That was one of the weapons I purloined. It works against both." He turns his head to look back at her sidelong and makes a _face_ at her with scrunched up nose and one cocked eye as he says, "So nyah!"
    But then he's poking around some more. There are no posters on the walls, no portraits, very few things signifying his enthusiasm for something. He wanders to the wardrobe and pulls it open, finding nothing within since it was all packed up. He rubs the back of his neck, "I only have a few." He says over his shoulder.
    "You get spoiled when you can summon a weapon to your hand easily. I bet Thor spends all day just throwing his hammer around and giggling when it flies back into his hand."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Perhaps for the first five minutes but I think it would get old after that," Betsy murmurs as she continues to look over that weapon curiously. Enchanted. That's nice to know. Wonder what else it was enchanted for.

And the dagger disappears at some point as they continue talking.

"Though I suppose I would do the same. Creating my psionic weapons isn't quite the same as being able to summon a physical one to my hand."

Then something occurred to her. "How long did it take you get get tired of summoning and dismissing yours? More than five minutes?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Alexander laughs and shoots a glance sidelong at her. He pulls a few ticket stubs from where he had them tucked into the join between panels in that wardrobe, looking at them and then pocketing them, apparently some old memories of wandering to shows and the like. He checks one of the sliding drawers in the bottom right of that wardrobe but finds it empty.
    "Well, you have to understand that when Grasscutter was bonded to me... I was fourteen." Alex half-smiles sidelong at her, "So I did it for like... days." He grins as he walks back over to her and then slips an arm around her waist as he draws near, leaning in to give a kiss to her cheek as he draws her into a gentle embrace. "Thank you for tolerating this, I know it's not high on your list of favorite things to do."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I don't believe age is actually indicative. I suspect if you got Grasscutter today, I would be looking forward to days of you summoning and dismissing it as you giggled like a schoolboy."

But there was that affection in her gaze as she said it. Which remained as he moved closer. She wrapped her arms around his torso and gave him a soft hug before leaning back again to look into his eyes.

"I'm spending time with you. Learning where you like to hide weapons. Discovering you have dressed in diaphoanous robes and not shared that experince with me. Yet." A pursing of her lips as she considered.

"Though I still say you should have hired movers."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "I know," Alexander says, in regards to the hiring of movers. He rests with his arm around her waist, taking a glance around at the place and tilting his head to the side as he considers his surroundings. Then back to her as he smiles a little crookedly. "And nah. Maybe not... days of just summoning it."
    He turns and then picks up one of the boxes, hefting it with a small exhalation and then moves toward the door. "I spent a good amount of time just cutting really hard things. And giggling." As he says that he waggles his eyebrows a little and then starts out the door.