158/Tigra meets Panther

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Tigra meets Panther
Date of Scene: 27 February 2020
Location: Avengers Mansion - Training Facility
Synopsis: Greer and T'Challa meet in the gym. There's some feline flirting, chiding, and plans for dinner made.
Cast of Characters: Greer Grant, T'Challa




Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant isn't really a gym rat by any means. Her powers enable her to stay in superhuman condition without the need for regular exercise. She's been told, in theory, she could increase her maximums with focused muscular development training and such. She can't really remember, she tuned out the lecture a few sentences in.

Still, she has one very uncatlike feature - she likes to swim. Since her costume is basically a bikini, that enables her to quite easily take advantage of the pool at a moment's notice, which she has, lazily paddling around and enjoying the water for a while.

She's finished now, though, taking the time to pad her fur with a towel and shaking it off a little bit when she hears sounds the reveal she's no longer alone in the gym, nostrils flaring to get a scent of the new arrival.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa's scent may be somewhat familiar to Greer, he's been in and out of the Mansion as he deals with the day to day of running a whole country. He's only recently returned, in the wake of the attack on Genosha and with all the diplomatic work, has had little time to unwind. Which was the plan that brought him down to the gym. Dressed down in a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts with tennis shoes, the Heart-Shaped herb has pretty much given T'Challa similiar gifts to Greer's when it comes to staying in shape.

But he just really needs to clear his thoughts.

Upon arrival at the gym, he notices the young woman at pool side working on drying off, and his eyes linger for a moment. Not just because she's a beauty, but because of the obvious cat like features - and the amulet between her breasts that draws the eye. "Good morning." he offers, his English is crisp, practiced, more than a little more of a proper British lit to it. "I did not mean to interrupt."

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant dips her head appropriately, "Your Highness," she says, her voice having a hint of a raspy tone to it, like an old Hollywood starlet. "Glad to see you here. I'm sure your services are needed," she says. Her emerald eyes take in the form of the warrior-king with interest. She's not one to be shy about looking someone over.

"Here to test the facilities? I understand they're quite impressive, if you're prone to being impressed by that sort of thing," she says. She takes one of the benches but only to lounge upon, leaning back against the bars and tossing the damp towel across them. "And no interruption, I've done enough exercise for today. I might normally take a nap, but watching you in action will probably keep me stimulated."

T'Challa has posed:
"I take it that you are not impressed then?" T'Challa asks curiously as he moves oer to where the weight benches are located. "It is a very advanced gym, but in the end, gyms all serve the same purpose." There's amusement in his dark eyes as he meets Tigra's emerald orbs. "Would you mind spotting me then, since I am stimulating you?" Oh, two can play that game, apparently.

"I am curious, however. The amulet you wear. Do you know the history of it?" he asks as he sets a few weight bars and lays back on the bench to start to stretch to lift.

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant springs up easily, showing her inhuman athleticism as she propels herself to her feet with just a flick of her shoulders, "More than happy to help. Wouldn't want the royalty getting hurt on the property. Stark's insurance would go through the roof," she smiles.

She reaches up to brush fingers over the amulet. She almost forgets it's there sometimes. She never takes it off, really. "It carries the spiritual power of the Cat people, made me an avatar for their mythic heroine. I don't know that much, honestly. It saved my life, I know that."

T'Challa has posed:
When Greer moves with easy grace to join him, T'Challa looks thoughtful and then offers. "Maybe I just wanted you a little closer..." he offers to her in a teasing little tone. And then a couple of heartbeats later, he adds. "...so I do not have to speak up."

"The Cat people." he echoes as he starts to lift the weight bar to start in slow and steady lifts and lowers. "I wonder it if has a tie to Bast." he muses. "Since she has the same habit of chosing her champions as well. And I am glad that it has protected you, or I would not have had the chance to meet you."

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant gives a hint of a purr, "Yes, I'm sure that's it. Although I would've thought your ears to be as remarkable as the rest of you, champion," she says.

"A connection to Bast seems possible. I admit, I'm not much up on the mythologies. Thor would probably know better than me and that is not a sentence I say terribly often," she grins. "I choose not to look a gift tigress in the mouth."

T'Challa has posed:
"They are. As wonderful as you are, Miss Grant." T'challa responds with a playful chuckle as his arms continue to work. It gives him a chance to consider her words, expression one of serious thought.

"Thor might, but I am not sure on how up to date he is with his Egyptology. I only brought up the idea because of a possible tie to the Ennead, and are guardians of the Necropolis." the warrior king offers in thought. "Though you are certainetly a gift to us all."

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant smiles, "Thank you for noticing, your Highness," she purrs, flicking her tail as she leans carefully down to grip the bar.

"Maybe I should do some reading up, but I'd have to ask the Cat People themselves to be certain and even to me they are a secretive and elusive group. The story of how I crossed their path is complicated, but suffice to say, I didn't just ring them up and ask where they were," she teases.

T'Challa has posed:
Her grip on the bar is close to his, causing their hands to touch for a moment as he chuckles. "It is hard not to notice you, Greer." T'Challa speaks her first name and shakes his head. "We are teammates. There is no need for you to be formal with me." he points out to her. He pauses his lifting for a moment, setting the bar of the bench support as he considers.

"It would be a story I'd be willing to hear sometime, if you wish to share it." he suggests to her. An open ended invitation if there ever was one. "But I can understand the need for secrecy. And I won't push for things you do not wish to share."

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant smiles, "Me being informal is more than most people can handle around here, T'Challa," she says. "Some of our teammates are fairly conservative, buttoned down people. Wonderful people, good people, but kind of sticks in the mud," she teases.

"There's no need for secrecy. I first gained powers more similar to those possessed by you or Captain America. Simply an enhancement. I became an adventurer and, while investigating a case, it lead me to the Cat People. I was killed while in their realm, but they brought me back to life through the power of Tigra."

T'Challa has posed:
"If I did not think I could not handle it, Greer, I wouldn't have made the offer." T'Challa points out in response as he releases the bar and moves to sit up so that he's not looking at her upside down, not that the view was a complaint.

He nods his head thoughtfully. "When you say similar, do you mean as in the heart shaped herb or the serum?" he asks her curiously. Then she brings up that she had passed, and came back. "The power of Tigra. If you removed the amulet... would you lose your life?" he asks her in concern.

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant raises an eyebrow, "If it did, why would I tell anybody that?" she grins. "But no, I simply resume my human form and lose the abilities of Tigra until I put it back on. Which I'm not fond of, so I only take it off very rarely. The last time was about a year ago, as part of a bit of infiltration. Hard to go undercover looking this fabulous," she says.

"And yes, I was...enhanced, but not quite as much as I am now. Stronger, faster than an ordinary human, though. I called myself The Cat. Ironic."

T'Challa has posed:
"I'm sure you're just as lovely as a human as you are in this form, Greer." T'Challa points out in amusememt. Whether or not he's seen pictures of human Greer is a different story, rubbing his chin in thought. "But I will keep that in mind if I ever need you for undercover work."

He gives a brief nod of thought, brows creasing as he considers. "That is somehow fate works. We choose our own destiny without realizing it."

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant perches on a nearby bench now that the spotting is over, crouching on her tiptoes and draping her arms across her knees. "I'm not saying I was ugly. I'm sure many men would prefer me in my human form. Being Tigra is what pleases me and the men don't get a say about it," she says.

"I'm not a big believer in fate, but it is a little spooky. I don't let it keep me up at night. If anybody has a plan for my life, it's one of those mazes they put in children's magazines."

T'Challa has posed:
"I wasn't trying to..." T'Challa bows his head. "My apologies, Greer, I was not attempting insult to your choice to remain in your feline form. It is quite lovely." he finally offers. "If I may make it up to you?" he asks as he chuckles.

"I don't think it is as simple as that. After all, such a simple maze would only be a matter of getting from point a to point b. I prefer the journey to those destinations, and what is discovered along the way."

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant grins, "I didn't think you were insulting me, kitten. You'll know when I'm insulted, believe me. I'm not subtle," she says.

"Sometimes you discover joy and adventure. Sometimes you discover pain and misery. I've never seen much sense to which one you get. And I know a lot of people who've gotten a lot worse than me."

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant says, "But, if you want to make something up to me, don't let me stop you."

T'Challa has posed:
"Kitten?" T'Challa's smile is more amused than anything. "I think you may be underestimating, my dear Greer." he offers to her with a thin smile as he folds his arms over his chest in thought.

"Though, how would you want to be made up to, were you to have felt insulted?" comes the question as he gives her another glance over.

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant smiles, "Don't let your pride get you in trouble," she winks. "I don't underestimate you in the least. But perhaps you're underestimating me. Most men do. You can't help it, it seems to come with the territory."

She ponders for a moment, "I prefer creature comforts. YOu could always take me out to dinner. I'm sure you could afford restaurants I could never get a reservation for," she smiles.

T'Challa has posed:
Now that. That brings a frown to his lips. "I am not sure if you realize this, Tigra..." Uhoh, formal name. "...but my entire royal guard is female. My most trusted advisor and general is female. My best scientist is female. And my little sister. That may count off." T'Challa lifts his gaze to meet Greer's. "I do not underestimate you. Or your skill. You are an Avenger by your own merits. And I would prefer you not assume or presume my thought of you."

"If you want to go out to dinner, I could ask you. Or you could ask me. It is an equal society, after all." he responds as he moves to rise off the bench. "But you are right. I can secure us a reservation at the location of your chosing."

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant looks a little abashed, a rare thing for her. "Fair enough. You've been in the West long enough to know that's not a particularly usual perspective. You say it is an equal society, but that has not always been my experience. Even among many heroes,' she sighs. "And I am often seen as...a novelty," she says. "They think I'm silly because I have a feline nature. They make jokes about catnip and tug on my tail and forget that I am as cunning and capable as they. And perhaps I have something of a chip on my shoulder about it," she says.

"I would like you to take me to dinner. Someplace that serves meat and has portions worth my while," she says.

T'Challa has posed:
There's a wry pull of his lips, and standing up, T'challa comes over to set a hand on Greer's bare shoulder. "And you expect someone named 'Black Panther' with femlinoid based powers to treat you as such?" he asks her in complete seriousness. "People mock what they do not understand. And they do not understand the majestic nature of a cat. That is it is prideful. Svelte. Beautiful. An exercise of total contol of spirit and body."

"I know better. And if I were to tug on your tail? it would only be for mutual amusement."

He'll let her chew on that as he pulls back and smiles. "I will take you to dinner, then. A place of my chosing. You will dress up for me?" he asks her. "And perhaps, you will find a portion worth your trouble." he comments as he folds his hands behind his back to start to walk towards the doors of the gym.

Greer Grant has posed:
Greer Grant smiles. How can she help doing it, even if he is chiding her a bit. She can handle a little chiding. She's a big girl, "As you said, I don't know you very well yet. We can remedy that at dinner. And I'll dress up. I do own more than bikinis, contrary to popular belief," she grins.

"We'll see about me letting you tug on my tail."

T'Challa has posed:
"Then I look forward to knowing you as well, Greer Grant." T'Challa responds with a glance over his shoulder and gives her a coy smile. "You are very fetching in the bikini. And I like the look." his smile is slightly flirty as he reaches to touch the kiymoto beads at his wrist and sends her his personal contact information.