17617/Pizza and platitudes.

Pizza and platitudes.
Date of Scene:	10 April 2024
Location:	Gino's Pizzeria
Synopsis:	Helmet attempts to court the Asgardian, to eventually turn her into a field of grass.
Cast of Characters:	Aldrif Odinsdottir, Helmut Zemo

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Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela walks into the Pizzeria at a late hour and stands at the doorway for a moment. The stillness of the night pervades the small little eatery and she glances about at the empty room. "Angela!" somebody lets out from behind the counter and walks around to greet her, as she's obviously been here before. The oversized Italian man smiles at Angela and motions to a booth nearby, "How are you!! Drink? Snack? Dinner?" he asks the quiet woman overly energetically.

Angela nods to what he says as she shrugs off her cloak and slides into the booth, "A drink. Lemon Aid. Thank you," she mutters. The man smiles and nods, then runs off to fetch Angela's drink.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
Helmut Zemo arrived alone, his attaches remaining outside and out of view for now. He had either come from somewhere requiring black-tie or was shortly going to, because he was not dressed for a pizzeria. His eyes were on Angela, having spotted her as she entered, the limousine driver had been asked to pull over and allow him to egress. Now he was on approach, arriving comfortably by her side, waiting until she noticed him stalking her and then asking.

"Haven't we met before?"

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela raises her pointy finger and frowns at this strange guy who approaches her, then looks over at the door. She narrows her eyes at Zemo, "Are you following me?" she wonders.

The Italian man returns and plops her drink down in front of her, "Something for you sir?" he asks Zemo.

"He's not staying!" Angela lets out.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
"If you want me to leave, just say so." he said, offering her the slightest of smiles. A handsome man, despite this his smile made him look like he was up to something. "I'll have a slice of plain, please." and returned his attention to Angela, giving her a once over look. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" he wondered, seeming to think that was a daft notion if the statuesque woman felt it. "My name is Harry, what's yours?"

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela shakes her head dismissively and then opens her mouth to stop the Italian man but he runs off to get Zemo his order. She looks back at Zemo, "I am Angela, of Heven," she remarks blandly, not answering his question, "You live in this neighborhood, Harry?" she wonders. The Italian man returns directly with a slice of plain cheese pizza and puts the plate in front of Zemo, plus a water. He wanders off.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
"I'm visiting from the European Union, but I am staying in Manhattan at the moment Angela." he said reaching for his slice as it was offered and holding it on the plate in front of him for the moment. He was particularly dishonest about his identity for obvious reasons, but even a common person could likely figure out whom he was; as with most powerful European Royalty, they are rarely afforded the luxury of anonymity. "You're a difficult woman to ignore. I thought I would come to see what its like to talk to you."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela raises her chin suspiciously and makes a note that she's really falling into too many habits like coming to the same Pizzeria, "Uh huh," she mutters, "I am staying in New York too. So we have met before then," she states but probably is still fooled by Zemo's appearance (for now).

Helmut Zemo has posed:
"Well if you don't recall, then there is no reason to remind you." he takes a bite of his pizza, but doesn't comment on it. "Are you waiting for someone, Angela?" he wondered casually, glancing to the door as if to punctuate the idea that her date would soon arrive.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela mutters, "No," she says and has a drink of her lemonaide after she answers his question, "I come to the beach after hours to relax by myself," she explains. "They are open late during the week," she adds, "As is this place."

Helmut Zemo has posed:
"Does a woman of your staggering beauty prefer to be alone, tired of the attention?" he asked, taking another bite of NYC's finest slice now that it had cooled. "Don't be coy with me, Angela. I know you've past a mirror at some point this week."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela leans back in the booth and smirks, "Coy? Me?" she muses, "Yes, tis right. I have a great deal of things to do during the day and I like my alone time," she answers directly. She shrugs at his other comments.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
Helmut Zemo became silent, peering at the woman from under his brow while he enjoyed his slice. One of his soldiers glanced in from the outside, looking through the front glass. Helmut failed to notice him to send him packing, he was too busy waiting for Angela to say something unprompted by him.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela has another drink of her lemonaide and watches Zemo suspiciously, and is quiet for as long as he is. She doesn't seem comfortable at the booth with her new stalker but then she says, "So who are you really?" she wonders.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
"I don't look like a Harry to you?" he asked, seeming crushed. "If I tell you, what do I stand to gain?" he wondered casually, and took another bite. "My name is Helmut. I prefer Helli, which is what I was called as a boy."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela frowns a bit as he tells her the name and nods, maybe expecting something else, "I see," she comments, "I am not from around here so you could be Harry as much as Helmet. Or Lord EFfigy," she states," she explains, "Thine name dost not make the man," she states in a more amusing formal way.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
"I suppose there is wisdom to that colloquialism, Angela. Are you wise in your dealings with men?" he asked. He finally noted the soldier staring at him in the window, the soldier pointed at his wrist impatiently to which Helmut nodded dismissively. The soldier vanished from view. Helli glanced back to Angela, waiting patiently for her answer.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela looks at the door and the soldier then looks back at him, "I am not sure I understand thine innuendo," she mutters, "I simply deal with them," she adds, though maybe she doesn't understand the question. "I think you are being summoned."

Helmut Zemo has posed:
"I am one of those men who afforded the great luxury of decision making." he explained, "Like the decision to delay an extra two minutes before my guard comes in here and drags me out by my ear." which was probably a joke. He asked Angela. "I'd like to exchange numbers." he proposed, offering out his sleek black phone from a pocket in his jacket. "And then I'd like to call you and ask you to meet me somewhere for a nice meal, or perhaps a show. Or both. Or it could be something adventurous involving small, fast private planes. Do you own a little black dress? Should I have one with me when I come to pick you up?"

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela narrows her eyes at him, "Really? Exchange numbers?" she comments, a bit embarrassed her new stalker is now coming on strong, "I don't really do...little dresses..." she explains, maybe not understanding, "Or human ...shows..." she says and pauses as he mentions his plane and his adventures, "Join me on a hunt," she chuckles, thinking her won't accept her absurd offer.

Helmut Zemo has posed:
Helmut Zemo shrugged and nodded after a beat, "Why not." and waited to type in her digits into his phone, his thumb poised. "What do you hunt?" he asked.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela shrugs a bit as she tries to keep him disinterested, "The usual spawns of Hell, witchbreeds, other creatures of the Pit," she says casually. She reluctantly gives him her digits and finally says, "My sisters usually accompany me as men are too scared."

Helmut Zemo has posed:
Helmut seemed amused. "I will take that into advisement, Angela." and added as he pushed off the counter, paid his bill and hers, and set down his paper plate. "Perhaps you will come on one of my hunts in trade."