17520/Two Kheran Meet...again

Two Kheran Meet...again
Date of Scene:	29 March 2024
Location:	Recreation Lounge: Triskelion
Synopsis:	A cafeteria reunion, talking about parents, the war, and the future.
Cast of Characters:	Kenesha, Marc Slayton

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Kenesha has posed:
It isn't terribly often that Kenesha is found inside the Triskelion, her day job tends to take her out of the country for weeks or months at a time, working one dig or another. Chasing artifacts of all nature, keeping magical items and tomes away from inexperienced or unknowing hands in the hopes of preventing more supervillains, or even just catastrophic events caused by magic in the wrong hands. Today, however, she's both in the city and in the building! Making herself a light lunch at the kitchentte, dressed for Adventure! in her usual garb.

Lunch, it would seem, is a pile of sandwiches of various types. Ham, turkey, roast beef, chicken; different types of cheese, some bacon, some with lettuce and tomato, some without. Some with mayo or mustard, some plain. Different types of bread. Looks like she's finishing off a lot of different things before stuff goes bad.

Leaning back against the counter, she bites into a ham and swiss on rye, looking out over the room. Offering to the few agents in the room, "Feel free to help yourselves. Most of this stuff was going to expire within a week. Figured I'd use it up."

Marc Slayton has posed:
Marc Slayton had his eyes on a data pad that he was frowning at...if you could see his face at all. He was wearing his usual garb, full "costume", mask and everything. Btter to intimidate the recruits. Going over the latest training requisitions, Marc sighs.

Moving towards a coffee machine, Marc taps a few buttons, places a cup under the spout, and waits for the coffee to pour. Then, the pad. Tap. Tap...pause...looking up, his "white" eyes moves towards Kenesha, and "squints", taking her in.

"Hmm."

Kenesha has posed:
Lifting a brow at the costume, Kenesha pauses, eyes lingering on the shock of white hair at the top. Squinting lightly before looking back to the rest of the man. "Nice costume... that you Marc, or do I need to hunt down my mother and demand to know how she has ANOTHER kid that she never admitted to?" Because really, there's only so many people with full, thick, white hair around... and oddly, a number of them tend to be Kherubim.

She takes another bite of her sandwich, chewing on it, swallowing the bite before motioning to the sandwiches, "Welcome to have one. The roast beef is particularly good, nice and rare."

Marc Slayton has posed:
Marc's eyes narrow slightly, not sure how to take that. Then, he relaxes, and says, "It's me. Trying to keep these kids in line here. They all think they are "Gawds gift to spycraft". Marc sighs.

"Good to see you Savant." Marc uses her code name. "As for your mother..." was that a hint of amusement in his voice? "I wouldn't want to see her upset by asking her about another kid." A snort.

Marc pulls his mask off, letting his face do the talking as he walks over, sits down, tosses the mask on the table, then puts his coffee down, followed by the pad, and takes a roast beef sandwich.

Bite. "Not bad." Bite. "So. SHIELD. You good?" Few words. It works. Sometimes.

Kenesha has posed:
Kenesha squints right back, unfortunately not even kidding about potentially having to hunt down her mother to ask about more uknown siblings. There's still a half-brother running around somewhere that she doesn't know about! She didn't know SHE was Zealot's kid until sometime in the 1990s. Tends to give a girl a complex.

"Oh good.. I was NOT looking forward to having that conversation. You know how she gets when she's on the defensive," Kenesha rolls her eyes lightly, then offers a quick grin. Moving to the fridge, she'll grab a sparkling water for herself, then join him at the talbe, sitting down opposite him and chuckling. "Just start talking about the trouble you used to get in with Gawain and Tristan between crusades for Arthur... oh, or about the time you challenged Vlad Tepes to a duel with training blades just to watch him squirm. They'll figure it out."

She glances around the room, then back to him with a shrug, "I consult. Help out when I'm in the area. You know me, I'm happier running around the world hunting artifacts, dodging traps and pitfalls, rediscovering bits of history they've forgotten about."

Marc Slayton has posed:
Marc stares at Kinesha while chewing, seeming to almost hear her thoughts. "Yeah. Your mother. Go easy on her. She is, after all, perfect." Sarcasm. Or was it? Marc says that with a straight face. His sense of humour touches on the dark and subtle sometimes.

Marc laughs. Short, and quick but a laugh. "She is always on the defensive." Marc cracks a smile, listening to Kenesha. "I knew that I liked you from the start. It is good to officially meet you, in this time at least. Been a while.".

Bite. Coffee. Bite. Pause. "Ah. How goes the mystical artifact hunting? We live in strange times. Sounds like you are living life to its fullest."

Kenesha has posed:
"If I could roll my eyes any harder, I would. She's the perfect warrior, I won't argue that. Perfect as a person?" Kenesha gives a short, humorless laugh. SHaking her head, she lets out a slow breath, "Lets face it, when it comes to the Fucked Up Parents Award, I'm preeeeeeeeetty sure I'm in the top three."

"Naaaaaaah, mostly she's on the offensive. But occasionally I can catch her on the back foot and throw her off for a few moments." She lifts a small shrug and offers a wry smile towards him, then nods. Offering a more natural smile, "Good to officially meet you, too. Wartime isn't the best time to try and get to know someone. At least, you know, downtime wise."

Chuckling, she nods, "Goes pretty well. For the most part. I still get the occasional 'oh my god, why haven't you solved all the world's problems yet, you monster' from some asshole that apparently thinks it's my responsibility to clean up *their* messes. So you know, that's fun." She motions to him, "How about you? No more life under the sea?"

Marc Slayton has posed:
"She is. I roll my eyes too. Most of the time when she starts going off." Marc smiles. "As for the award...you may be up there. Top 3 at least." Marc finishes off his sandwich. "She's not going to win any parent awards that is for sure."

As it was, Marc was enjoying trash talking Zealot. She would appreciate it he was sure. Or maybe stab him. Probably the latter.

Chuckling to himself Marc says, "You are not what I expected. Which is a good thing." Marc raises a hand to ward off any attack. "Yeah. Wartime. I thought that was you." A nod. "My memory can give me issues sometimes, but was wondering. That cements it."

"The sea? Naw. Atlantis is...what it is. I stay out of it. Namor. Curry. Everything else. Makes me miss the tumult of Arion." Shaking his head, he finishes off his coffee next.

"You gonna be around? We can catch up some more. Got to get this report to Fury. Wherever he is."

Kenesha has posed:
Hell, Zealot would probably stab HER for the small bitchfest. But that's never stopped Kenesha before, "Between my mother and my father? Yeah, I definitely get top three. Neither of them is exactly 'brimming' with parental affection." That's perhaps the understatement of the year.

She finishes off her sandwich and flashes a grin at him, "Yeah, I get it. People expect Mom 2.0. I'm glad to disabuse people of that." There's no attack coming, she fully acknowledges and understands that people would expect a daughter to resemble her parents at least in part. Nodding, she offers, "I flew in both World Wars... ran some missions for the Howling Commandos.. for Cap and Bucky... I got to know a lot of good people. And some of them are even still alive." Smiling faintly, Kenesha adds, "It's alright. My memory is better than I would sometimes want it to be... but you can always ask me if you can't remember. I'll give you the straight facts."

Nodding, she pushes up to her feet and pulls a card from her inner pocket, offering it to him, "Has my cell phone on it, my email... reach out. We should stay in touch more." Pausing, she listens, then adds, "He's in his office. If you hurry, you should be able to catch him." Winking, she moves to carry her things to the garbage, then to the sink.

Marc Slayton has posed:
Grabbing his pad off the table, Marc stands up and then grabs his mask. Placing it in his belt, he keeps his face bare. Turning back to look at Kenesha, Marc adds, "Ah parents." Shaking his head. "It has been great catching up. Stay out of trouble, If you need anything, give me a hollar and I'll be there. If anything, I'd love to be able to use that against Zanna."

Marc laughs, another quick one, and takes the offered card. Looking down at it, he nods, one quick, distinct nod. "Excellent. I'll be in touch."

Marc then turns towards the exit, heading to the hallway. Looking back over his shoulder, he adds, "I'll also be straight with you...Kenesha. Always." Straight facts indeed. "Ah his office. Random. He's never there." Then he was gone.