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Keen To Meetcha!
Date of Scene: 09 August 2020
Location: Roof - Titan's Tower
Synopsis: The Cheshire Cat meets the Silver Banshee, and the bird throws some shade.
Cast of Characters: Terry O'Neil, Siobhan Smythe, Kian




Terry O'Neil has posed:
It is a rather lovely Sunday afternoon- clear skies blue skies and blazing, golden sunlight reflecting off the pool, and a gentle breeze to ease some of the merciless heat.

Terry O'Neil, known as Vorpal to his team-mates, steps out onto the roof, Cheshire cat form, instead of human, he's dressed in a simple white tank-top and shorts. He doesn't notice any other other Titans present on the roof right now because, as he comes out, it becomes evident that he is struggling with a deck chair he has brought up by himself, and the hellacious contraption has gotten itself in such a disarray that it almost looks like a very ineffective metal trap trying to capture his right arm.

"You stupid... sassafrassin'... I'll get..." he mutters under his breath as he tries to get the thing straight by the side of the pool. In his struggle to conquer the thing, he doesn't notice that the book he was cradling under one arm wrests itself free and falls into the pool with a *plop*

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Idly sitting on the edge of the roof, Siobhan stares out at the city only to blink at the sound of someone coming up to the roof. She knows there is always a chance of a Kian on the roof. However, she notes this is no Kian. It is...a cat man? Well, that's certainly a new thing. She turns, moving one foot to drape down over the lip that she is sitting on and the other to rest atop the lip. She leans into her knee and hmms. Well, this is amusing right up to the point when the book falls.

"Hey!" She calls out, already her voice containing just a hint of an accent as she pushes up and starts over toward him, "Your book fell." She calls out and points to the water, moving as quickly as she can to try to save the thing and popping down to a knee and leaning into the water to snag it, "Gotta be careful wit' dis sort o' ting." She nods her head, "Books aren't really aquatic in nature." She frowns as she looks at the book, shaking her head at the water dripping off of it.

Kian has posed:
    Kían -- who had, as usual, been flying above the tower -- spirals down to an all-but-silent landing behind Vorpal.  "I do not recognize all those words," he says mildly but suddenly, observing the epic struggle between Cat and Chair.  "Although I think I haf hear' Vik use some-thin' like them?  That tone of voice, at leas'."
    He peers around Terry and bows slightly.  "/Kié/, Sha-vón."  Don't tell him how it's spelled, it'll only confuse him more.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Fortunately, the book doesn't seem to be an expensive edition. As Siobhan snags it, though, it's clear that it's never going to be the same again- when it dries, this particular edition of The Uses of Enchantment will forever bear witness to its acquatic excursion, awkwardly-wriggly pages and all.

"Oh, thank you, I-" Terry doesn't really have time to realize he's talking to a complete stranger, when Kian speaks up behind him and startles the cat who, unfortunately, was in the process of using his foot to straighten the chair. Said foot misses its mark, gets trapped between the canvas of the chair and the metal frame, and the resulting imbalance propels Terry forward, soon to join the earlier fate of his book with a monumental splash into the pool, chair and all.

He emerges a second or two later, sputtering and gasping, "Gah! Never sneak up on me like that!"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile and a wave, "Hey, Kian." She states simply enough only to blink at Terry and then she watches it happen and blinks several times. She looks over at Kian and then at the cat in the pool (a lesser known story by Dr. Seuss), and hmms, "Well." She states simply enough and then shakes her head, "Is dis a normal occurance?" She asks of Kian before looking back to the pool and carefully setting the wet book down upon a nearby table and then reaches out a hand toward Terry, "Do you need a hand up?" She asks, her Irish brogue having a lilt of laughter in the words after having watched this entire thing unfold.

Kian has posed:
    Kían blinks innocently, and confusedly, until he remembers, and starts like he's been jabbed with a pin.  "Ai, sorry, I was thinkin' about my homeworl' an' forgot you coul' not sense me landin' behin' hyu!"  He does not reach down to help pull Terry out of the pool, mainly out of fear of getting pulled in himself.
    He does, however, put his powers to good use by irradiating the cat with infrared to hasten drying out.  "I will try to be more ob-vious hwen I lan', yis?"  The book also gets a gentle heat treatment to try to limit the water damage.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Accepting the hand up, the Cheshire cat extracts himself from the water and does his best to resist the urge to shake off the excess liquid, fur clinging to him, as do his wet clothes.

"Yes, in the future that may be a good idea..." he says, trying to salvage his dignity. It's a heavy salvage operation, and a submarine or two might have to come around before all pieces are accounted for.

"Well, then, I seem to have made a rather outstanding first impression... Kian's clearly familiar with you, so I am a little behind on things..." the Cheshire cat extends a soaked, dripping hand, and says "I'm-" he looks at his hand, "soaking wet," and withdraws it, lest he get more chlorine on the guest. "I'm Vorpal, and I don't believe I've met you yet."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile as she looks over at Kian and she nods to him before looking back to Terry as she pulls him up and out. She smiles as she looks at the wet furred man and then she takes a simple step back in case he does want to shake off, that and she doesn't want to be heated up. She looks over at Kian as he does that briefly before looking back to Terry, "Good to meet ya, Vorpal. I'm Siobhan." She nods her head, pronounced Shih-Vhan. She shifts her weight to her right foot and nods her head, "I'm new around here as ya might've guessed."

Kian has posed:
    Kían's aim is actually pretty good -- the warming is limited to the book and the cat without much overlap to surrounding people or things.  Flitting out out over the pool, he retrieves the folding chair with those weirdly flexible feet and deposits it at the edge of the pool.
    He saw it attack Terry, he's not going to try to sort it out himself.
    "She iss new here, yis," Kían confirms.  "An' she iss musical," he adds, remembering the impromptu concert on the rooftop a few days ago.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh, a pleasure, Musical Siobhan!" Vorpal grins, and the Cheshire moniker is unmistakable then, as his grin is both impressive and contagious... and slightly unsettling. It seems wider than he should be able to grin, but the impression disappears as soon as he starts talking, "Do I detect an accent? I think I do- what brings you to the Tower?" he peers over at Kian, who is familiar with her, and then back at her, "I'm a Titan too. Though I was a bit absent for a wee bit because I had..." he waves his hands in the air, "secret identity stuff to do. You know how it is." A beat. "Or maybe not."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
"I can't say dat I do and I'm from Dublin." She states simply enough, "Or near enough to it in Ireland dat folks would call it Dublin." She nods again before she smiles at Kian, "And yes, I'm rather musically inclined. I like to tink so anyway." She nods her head, "As for what brings me here...well, dat is a bit more complicated and somet'in' I can't really show off easily without..." She waves her hands a little, "A lot of risk."

Kian has posed:
    Hopping up onto the back of a bench, Kían offers Terry a shrug in answer to his glance.  He surely doesn't know either.  "If it iss dangerouss, hyu shoul' probably not show them.  I thin' the Danger Room iss for that."
    He tilts his head at Siobhan.  "I do not remem-ber -- do hyu haf a... secret identity?  I am tol' that many do, an' I respec' that, but I still do not under-stan' hwy."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"That's because you don't understand our ways. But you will. Soon," the cat says ominously, and turns his attention to Siobhan. "Near Dublin? That's where my family comes from, more or less, a few generations ago. Small world. Well, where my /human/ family comes from. But I won't be rude an dmonopolize the conversation... are you here looking for help, or are you looking to join our merry band of marauders?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile to Kian and then she shakes her head, "I have no secret identity." She states softly and shrugs, "At least not yet. Maybe dat'll be sometin' I need but not yet." She then looks over at Terry and shrugs at him, "Perhaps a bit of each." She nods again and smiles as she looks down at her hands and then up at him, "To be honest wit' ya, seein' as you are a Titan." She looks to the side, "I'm the Silver Banshee. And I don't mean like dat is my codename." She looks to him, "I'm the Irish Angel of Death."

Kian has posed:
    "An' I was tol' that angels haff wings," Kían remarks, a little blankly.  "An' that they are rep-resen-tin' one of the local gods on this worl'?"  He shakes his head.  "I am sorry, Sha-vón, I am still not clear hwat your /rhy'thar/... nnh, sorry, your powers are."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"The Bean Sidhe?" Vorpal's eyebrows raise, "Now isn't that interesting... Kian, the Bean Sidhe are spirits that herald the upcoming death of a household. They are not so much angels as they are members of the race of the Sidhe- what some people would call fairies. If they had no sense of self-preservation."

He puts his hands on his hips and hmms, "The plot thickens, I see. So... how did you become... the Silver Banshee?"

He is dripping wet, but warming quickly, and his curiosity is greater than whatever chill he might be experiencing.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A look over at Kian, "It's more of a translation for those not familiar with such tings." She nods to Kian, "Not literally an angel. Terry has explained it fairly well. Given what I've seen so far, in my case, I'm not attached ot any family." She nods her head to Terry, "I may very well be more of the Bean Sidhe." She shrugs, "I'm only guessin' but dat side of me is fairly dangerous." She looks to Kian again and considers, "And I wouldn't call it a gift." She states simply enough, "It's a family curse."

Kian has posed:
    "Ah!  I under-stan' a /rhy'thar/ bein' a curse," Kían says, surprisingly cheerily for a statement like that.  "I am... nnh.  I do not wan' mine either.  But, I haf them anyway.  Iss not in family, it jus' happened, no warning.  Powers are rare on my worl' anyway.  Not like here hwere everyone has them."
    Yes, Kían knows that actually, not everyone has powers on this planet.  But everyone he knows does.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I can understand some of that. You see, I happen to be the cheshire cat. Emphasis on /the/. It's also something that comes from family inheritance. It wasn't something I wanted or asked for, but which was foisted on me... but I am trying to make the best of it. Guess you are also on the same boat, eh?"

"Well you have come to the right place. Have you met Raven yet? She is also of the Family Curse breakfast club. Kian over here is part of the aliens who crash landed here club. He's the founding member and we're looking to add more."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A look over at Kian and she smiles softly, "I see." She states softly and then looks to Terry and listens before blinking, "As in, from Alice in Wonderland?" She asks and tilts her head, looking at him in confusion, "Like...dat why your smile is so wide?" She then nods, "I see." She takes a step back and shifts a little, "I have met Raven but...lets just say I can't just walk around with my powers active." She nods her head, "When I turn into the Silver Banshee, bad tings happen."

Kian has posed:
    "There iss a club for aliens?" Kían asks, blinking at Terry.  "I did not know about it, and how can I be a member if... nnh.  Téri iss Téri, I haf forgot."  He shakes his head, and manages to resist the urge to push Terry back into the pool.
    Barely.  He definitely glances back and forth between the water and the cat more than once, but the bird is really much too nice a guy to do that deliberately.
    "Hyu shoul' know, Sha-vón, that Téri iss a... how did I hear that said?  Rovin' agen' of chaos.  I trus' Téri, but I can not always take his statemen's as he states them."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"The bird-man is slandering me. I am always perfectly reliable... but I can imagine that your powers do carry a significant weight. So... if you're looking to /not/ use your powers, though, that means you probably aren't looking to join the roster so much as finding a way to suppress them? Raven might be able to help with that, she's very good at suppressing."

He pauses, and looks at Kian, "Did that come out wrong?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A look over at Kian and she chuckles, "I am fairly certain he is making a joke, Kian." She states simply enough and then looks over at Terry before shaking her head, "Da strange ting is a short, hairy and rather angry seeming man told me sometin' about dat." She nods her head, "To sum it up, if I can save someone and I don't act, den dat is as bad as not actin' at all." She shakes her head and then she looks to Terry, "So, I'm hopin' to find a way to use the Banshee wit'out gettin' used by her." She shrugs, "If dat makes sense."

Kian has posed:
    "Mos' thin's you say come out wrong, Téri," Kían says with the faintest hint of a smirk, "but we are use to that."  Okay, definite smirk.
    "I under-stan' hwat hyu mean, Sha-vón.  I do not wan' to use my powers, but I woul' to help some one in trouble."  He thinks about some of the training sessions in the Danger Room, and his limited field work.  "It iss comp-licated."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry hms, "Short and angry man. Very hairy. If it weren't for the hairy part, I'd say you met Robin." he grins, "And yes, that's why I have such a /fantastic/ grin. I'm trying to get toothpaste endorsement deals." Is he serious? Hard to tell, with him.

"But I see. You are here to learn to turn your curse into a blessing for others. Some here do that. Rae, especially. Maybe she will be your mentor."

He pauses, thinks about this for a second, and then says, "Soooo who wants pizza?" he is now not as soaked as he was thanks to Kian, and considerably warmer.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A look over at Kian and she smirks, "A joke?" She laughs and nods her head, "I was wonderin' if ya could in English. Seems like you are gettin' a solid grasp if you are capable of jokes." She then turns her gaze back over to Terry and nods to him before blinkin', "I am beginnin' to think that you guys eat almost exclusively pizza here." She laughs a little before nodding her head and then shrugs, "Not that I am not in the mood for it."

Kian has posed:
    "It iss not a joke," Kían says primly.  "It iss an ob-ser-vation.  An' yis, hyu are probably right, this plase iss run on pit-sa.  I haf learn'd it iss very good... an' that any pit-sa marked as Kóri's hyu shoul' leave alone."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry chuckles, "Oh no, you don't understand. Between Beast Boy, Caitlin, Wally and Kori and Vic, the rest of us gets maybe one or three slices per order, max. So I relish any time I get to order pizza when those guys are busy." The Cheshire looks down at himself, and sighs, "I should get into something dry. There's a great little pizzeria in town. Giorgio's... how about we meet in the lobby in fifteen after I have a chance to change, and we can Rabbit Hole there?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
"I don't know what a rabbit hole is but sure." She states simply enough and Siobhan smiles before she looks over to Kian briefly and chuckles at his words. She shakes her head and then shrugs before turning to walk toward the elevator, "I'll meet you in the lobby."

Kian has posed:
    "I... yis," Kían agrees.  "Rab-bit hole iss safe, Sha-vón.  I haf been through them.  Iss part of Téri's /rhy'thar/.  I do not know how his work any more than mine.  Mos'ly, I tell physics hwat to do.  Téri tells physics to go away a hwile."
    He shrugs.  "I will meet you in the lobby," he says, and steps indifferently off the rooftop.  Bare seconds later he reappears, does an unnecessary but elegantly executed flip, and heads downward again.