3800/The Zodiac Calling

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The Zodiac Calling
Date of Scene: 13 October 2020
Location: New York
Synopsis: Elektra returns after a night out doing Capricorn's bidding and gets intercepted by a questioning Thor. Discussion ensues.
Cast of Characters: Thor, Elektra Natchios




Thor has posed:
    Through the window the moon shone with a pale light, hazed by the low-hanging clouds that drift across the skyline. Just enough illumination to cast long shadows across the austere but tastefully decorated bedroom. Just a glow that slowly climbed, shifting that hint of luminescence upon the king sized bed which currently has a Prince sprawled upon it.
    Turned on his side, and curved just so facing the empty space upon the bed, there was evidence that it had been occupied not long ago. The faint impression of a lithe form that had apparently departed while her paramour had been fast asleep, long arm curled under her pillow and the blanket over his hip.
    Her departure did not awaken him, but in the night he had reached out and there had been a moment of surprise at the absence. The lack of warmth. Just enough to draw him away from the clouds of dreams and closer to the bleariness of reality when fortune took a turn.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Being Elektra meant she often was out and about at night doing the Devil's work, either for herself, for the Hand, for a contract. Hers was a life of conflict.. But tonight, being out had been entirely out of her control. And more under the control of a certain calling.. One that she had been following for a time now. That of the Capricorn.

She had stepped out early, off towards the natural museum to aid the other Avatars retrieve a piece and now she was returning, unaware of what had exactly happened. She makes her way back into the house, locking the door behind her and silent steps bring her to that normal routine of usual, coat out, then bathroom to wash her hands from the blood, oblivious to it.

Thor has posed:
    There was a flicker of light in the hall as she was there in the bathroom, divesting herself of the evidence of the evening. Her return silent, but she so often moved in such a way. Yet the Asgardian's awareness had been drawn forth by her timely return. He had risen, walking into the hall and appeared there now behind her and to the side slightly, visible in the reflection of the mirror.
    "Elektra?" He said quietly weariness still being sloughed off as he brushed a hand across his eyes and nose, clearing some of the sleep from his gaze. His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped into that doorway, hand resting on the jam as he looked about, "Have you been out?"
    Which was all he said before he noticed the blood being washed into the sink, a step forward, "Are you injured?" His expression sharpens as he tries to return to full focus, a hand reaching for hers.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Injured?" Elektra's eyebrow quirks up momentarily, glancing over her shoulder at the Godling and then finishing on getting her hands washed, the ring ever-present. "Certainly not. I have but been...." a momentary pause as she actually tries to think on what she's been up to. She looks down at her hands. "... taking a walk. I enjoy these cooler New York nights." she finally adds. She reaches for a towel, wiping the water away.

"Don't tell me Gods can get insomniac too?" Now Elektra's more teasing tone having returned, the corner of her lips curling up into a smirk. "Not so different from humans, your people."

She lets her hand to be taken even if she does lift a questioning brow. There is nothing wrong for her here.

Thor has posed:
    "But the blood?" Thor looks confused even as he holds her hand and turns it over in his palm, fingers tracing the fingers, the wrist, pressing gently then frowning and finding naught. He seeks to hold her other hand while he turns off the water, causing the remnants of the ichor to swirl near the bottom of the drain but not entirely disappear. At least some hint of evidence that he's not imagining such.
    "What is the meaning of this?" He asks of her, those pale blue eyes meeting her gaze as he looks to her, then down at her hands, then up again. "A strange walk indeed that leaves your hands bloody and yet no hint of injury upon you." Oh if he only knew.
    "Is there something amiss?" His eyes search hers, back and forth as if trying to discern what lies behind. "Are you beset? Talk to me, Elektra. I can be of aid."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Again with the blood. It turns Elektra's expression of amusement to one of annoyance at the insistence. She is not the most patient of assassins afterall! Specially when she doesn't really seem to realize anything being amiss. "My hands are clean." she doesn't even bother looking at them again. She *knows* they are clean, even if remembering the evening isn't exactly easy. Still, her annoyance is being worked up now.

"I am not beset with anything. I already told you it was but a walk out in the city." She repeats, eyes apparently set with determination behind that hint of annoyance in them. She does seem to indeed believe nothing is wrong. Or she is just a damn good liar (She is a good one at that too).

"If I was in any kind of trouble I could certainly handle so." As if relying on others for help would almost be an insult to the woman.

Thor has posed:
    The tall man reels back a little, just an inch as his head shifts away as if trying to get a different view of her, but clearly not believing what he hears. "Then what is that?" He gestures to the sink and the still red in the sink, although as the moments pass it becomes less and less, until there's barely a swirl of pink remaining upon the sink. Still there, still present, but hardly anything worthy of alarm.
    He then looks down to it and frowns and then back to her, "Elektra, what walk takes you in the middle of the night and has you return with..." He gestures.
    "You should know you can trust me. I am not one to betray you." Then his brow furrows and he murmurs, "If something has happened... it is best to get to the truth of the matter." His voice shifts, asking sincerely for her to perhaps trust him with whatever she assuredly must be hiding.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Fine. Elektra casts a glance to the sink again, watching the swirling liquid again. "I most likely got my hands dirty on my walk." her shoulders rising up in a way that shows she is either not entirely sure of what it was or that it's even important. "It is nothing." one finger absently brushes atop the ring she is wearing, entirely prepared to dismiss the whold conversation just before Thor continues to insist.

"That is the truth, Thor Odinson." She attempts to step out of the bathroom, apparently quite done with the conversation.

Being patient? That's not part of Elektra's traits.

Thor has posed:
    As she withdraws and heads out of the bathroom, Thor walks after her, bare feet heavy upon the floor thumping with each step. Yet his brow is furrowed as he tries to figure some way to counter such complete denial of what he perceives as reality and fails to come up with a strong argument.
    "This displeases me." He settles on telling her as he rests a hand upon the wall even as she steps further away. "Your behaviour is confusing and I do not understand." At his core, Thor is a simple honest man and he struggles with this conflict.
    Stepping then into the bedroom he starts to gather his clothing, taking the time needed to pull on his pair of sweat pants, and the blue Stark Industries t-shirt he last wore, frowning to himself as he gathers himself. He then turns to her and with some hint of anger finally surging forth he tells her, "Well /I/ am going for a walk, and you can trust that is what it is at the least. If I return bloodied or injured or having been beset by Odin knows what, then I will at the least have the decency to tell you!"
    Turning away he gestures to the side and from underneath the small collection of coats and hats at the door, an umbrella flies out from beneath and into his hand with a faint /whom./