2534/Chilly for July

Chilly for July
Date of Scene:	20 July 2020
Location:	Someplace in New York City
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Nessa Donovan, Patsy Walker

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Nessa Donovan has posed:
Outdoors, there were few places in New York that really felt fully private. There was always a chance of someone wandering nearby, so there was always an expectation of being discovered in some way. So Nessa's taken to using basketball courts just away from the street to practice in. Plenty of open space, outdoors with a nice view of the sky, and not that many people to poke their nose fully into the court where there's a handful of ice sculptures. A deer, formed from ice as if it were glass, a few tiny birds sit on its back, a cat chases a mouse, herded by a dog. Nessa herself is nearby, seated on the ground cross-legged, gloves pulled off to rest on one knee while her hands seem to be guiding the creation of the creatures.

Patsy Walker has posed:
It had tickled at the base of her mind, this nearby source of mysticism, and as such, the cat-suited young woman cautiously leans out over the edge of a nearby roof. Her cowl's pointed ears lead the way first followed by cornflower-blue eyes framed by a dark mask. Gloves ending in sharp claws grip the building's edge as she leans out a little more, mouth rounded into a curious 'o'. Her red hair, loose, falls foward over her shoulder even as she squints, eyes roving from sculpture to sculpture.

"Whoa...and it's even July," she whispers to herself. "Hmm."

Her narrow form then slips over the edge of the building in a whir of unspooling line silent. Boots land on the concrete and after releasing the line from her gauntlet, the Hellcat slinks forwards to observe. Thing in...she ends up accidentally kicking a pebble into one of the sculptures as she does. It bounces off with a crystalline 'ping!' The Hellcat freezes, grimacing. Oops. SO SNEAKY.

Nessa Donovan has posed:
Nessa hadn't been expecting it to be secret, but the sudden sound of something hitting one of the sculptures has her suddenly looking around to see that it's a friend, not a foe. "Hey!" She calls, entirely unsure of the direction. It's hard to tell from where she's sitting, and she isn't about to get up. She's comfortable. So she does the next best thing. Instead of hunting for someone, she simply offers a lure in. "... if you come hang out, I'll make you one of these."

Patsy Walker has posed:
The 'hey' travels in the rough direction of where the Hellcat has tucked away out of sight after the errant pebble kicked. She risks a look around the wall and at the magic-user again, her lips pursing into a thoughtful moue.

"I mean...I guess when you put it like that, it's kind of tempting," she replies, amusement in tone. It's certainly not stealthy, her cat-suit, not with the sunflower-orange majority of its color on display as she steps out into better lighting on the fringes of the basketball court. Gloves and boots are a black with bluish hues, same as her eared cowl. A toss of her head moves that loose red hair back behind her shoulder as she stops, hands rested at her hips. She's a svelte thing, the Hellcat, not lacking curves or muscle.

"What you've got going on there is really cool," she adds, unable to keep the puckish little smile from her lips. Oh, puns.

Nessa Donovan has posed:
Puns, she doesn't mind those that much. Nessa's gotten used to that. It's /Disney/ that's the bane of her existence. "Well, I'm glad you like them. Your outfit's pretty rad, I don't think fancy outfits are my thing, though. Doing pretty well in jeans, if you ask me." She looks around a bit, realizing that there's nowhere but the ground to sit. That's fine for /her/, but not for a guest. So, brushing herself off a bit, she gets to her feet and her hands move just slightly as she forms two intricate dining chairs out of ice. "Have a seat?"

Patsy Walker has posed:
"Thanks. It's a nifty thing, this suit. I'm particularly fond of the temperature control. Cool in the summer, warm in the winter," the Hellcat shares with a lift of her hand off one hip. Her head then tilts as she watches the other young woman rise and begin to move her hands with some purpose. Up and out of seemingly nowhere rise the two chairs and even though her eyebrows can't be seen, the masked vigilante's eyes express her interest well enough.

She walks over, movements graceful and silent now despite boots, and touches at the dining chair. "Wow. That's nifty as //hell//," she murmurs before lifting her hand off the chair's back. Gloves rub fingertips together as she glances over at the caster. "Kind of cold to sit on though, right? Or is this ice somehow minus the cold?"

Nessa Donovan has posed:
"Ugh, I have got to get me one of those. The heat is /awful/ in New York." Nessa settles on her own chair, then glances over. "Oh no, it's cold. Can't do anything about that. Ice is ice, I'm afraid. The raw element, rather than something complicated and fancy. Although I can make things /look/ complicated and fancy. I've been working on some of it at least." She's not gonna manage an ice palace, but she can do some animals and furniture! "I can handle the cold, though, so I can sit just fine at least."

Patsy Walker has posed:
"Ah. I'll stand then, no worries about me. I'm not a huge fan of sitting on ice cubes -- no insult intended!" the red-head adds with a pat-pat on the back of the ice-chair as if to soothe it as well. "The sculptures really are impressive though. I haven't seen anything like them for a long time. Those are just practice for you? Can you do one where champagne flows out of it?" A grin at Nessa, indicating she means no harm by the tease. "You'd be pretty frickin' popular if you could, y'know."

Nessa Donovan has posed:
"Mm, I'll have to research a way to make these chairs a little more comfortable." Nessa crosses one leg over the other and looks back to the redhead. "These are easy. I can make them more intricate, really, it's just kind of a way for me to practice having fine control and using more of my magic, just sort of see how much I need and how much I can expend, so..." She grins. "Give me a favorite animal and I'll see what I can do. Sadly there's no magic I can do that conjures up champagne to flow out of it."

Patsy Walker has posed:
"Well, rats." The cat-suited vigilante snaps her fingers. "You'd be a popular person if you figure that spell out. Easy way to be the next best thing at parties since glowsticks."

Still, she appears to think. "How about...a peacock? Lots of feathers, with the tail all fanned out wide." The Hellcat echoes this opinion with a spread of both hands out at her ribs and with a grin. "I don't think that's too crazy to try? Oh, and the name's Hellcat, by the way. You seem like a nice person, so I figured I'd introduce myself instead of standing here all mysterious-like."

Nessa Donovan has posed:
"Sadly, ice is the only thing I'm really good at so far. Magic's fun, though, so I imagine I could learn something else, I'm just /good/ at ice. Really good." Nessa nods at the mention of the peacock. "A peacock is perfect. Nice and detailed. Hm, now... size... if I make it small enough, you can take it with you. So let's go small and detailed. Palm-sized. You can even keep him in your freezer." Her hand is held up, ice crystalizing slowly on her palm. "I'm Nessa. No codename or anything. This is all you get. Nice to meet you, Hellcat, oh mysterious admirer of peacocks."

Patsy Walker has posed:
"Oh, hey, that'd be delightful. I'd totally keep it in my freezer. You're thoughtful, Nessa, I appreciate it." The Hellcat then settles into a pose nearing contrapposto, her arms lightly folded beneath her chest, to watch the peacock grow into existence. The dark sash at her waist stops swaying to hang once more.

"So you learned this from somebody? Or you kind of knew how to do it and you're just getting better at it now?" she asks, honestly curious.

Nessa Donovan has posed:
The peacock forms, a small creature about the size of a snowball, intricately carved. Each feather is formed almost individually, layered atop each other in the tail's fan spread. Its head is held up majestically, and it almost seems to have a smug look on its face as its wings fluff out a bit like it's about to do a dance. Lifelike and well-carved, it's clear she's put plenty of magic and precise control into it. She holds it over towards Hellcat, making sure that the gloved hands are well-gloved and not bare skin. "And one peacock-shaped gift for the Hellcat."

Patsy Walker has posed:
With care does the Hellcat reach out to take the masterpiece in miniature from the ice elementalist. She holds it up to the light, turning it left and right, and smiling in glee. "Hot damn, that's amazing," comes the opinion and twinkling look at Nessa. "I'll definitely keep this around for as long as I can manage, cross my little heart." One taloned finger does etch an X across this area of her chest, criss-cross, while the ice peacock is held in the other palm.

"But this is what, just easy for you? Or somebody taught you?" Curiosity hasn't killed this cat yet, apparently.