527/The King Returns

The King Returns
Date of Scene:	15 March 2020
Location:	Wakandan Embassy
Synopsis:	T'challa returns and Shuri, sorta, greets him.
Cast of Characters:	Shuri, T'Challa

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Shuri has posed:
Shuri had been told that her brother was coming back to America. She wasn't entirely sure why he was back so soon, especially after how he left. Either way, as expected for such a return, Shuri has located herself into her lab. Not the entrance hall as one might expect. No, she has no business there. He can see himself in. She is busy working on a couple of new projects that have caught her interest. She is even now putting the finishing touches on a certain pair of gloves.

T'Challa has posed:
The King has already returned, but Shuri would not know this because she did not meet T'Challa in the greeting hall. Then again, he had not expected her to do so, and though he had several matters to deal with before he could adjourn from his delitant duties, he makes his way down to the sublevels of the Embassey where Shuri's lab is located.

Changing out of his usual attire into something a bit more comfortable, he pads easily through said lab towards where she is hard at work on a particular, certain pair of gloves. "Sistah, I seem to have missed you when I arrived..." His grin is hidden by the clever turn of his head, turning to walk backwards as his gaze moves over some project she and her technicians are perfecting. "Surely, I said, she would want to see her brotha returned, but no.. No she would rather busy herself down here in labs far away.."

Spinning, standing with his arms behind his back, bent at the elbows so they're running just above the curve. "So The King must come find his sistah to get a greeting, what a sad King indeed.. How are you, Shuri?"

Shuri has posed:
Looking up from her work, the visor over her eyes simply vanishes back into the stud in her ear before she blinks, "Oh, you were gone brother?" She then shrugs, "I had not noticed." She nods her head and smiles as she looks down at the glove briefly and shifts something to finish her work and make sure it doens't get hurt. She then smirks and leans on the lab desk, "And I am quite well, just working on various projects that would help me to take care of any dangers in case you were gone. Good thing, too, given you were apparently away." She smirks and tilts her head, "So, how was your trip? Eventful, I imagine. I suppose our Uncle had good things to say about the manner of things while you were away from Wakanda?"

T'Challa has posed:
"Oh, you had no idea, did you..." T'Challa can't help the grin spread easy across his face, nodding acquiecence to Shuri's curt, if playful, dismissal of his departure. "You would know if you were to look at any of the reports I've sent.." He teases her, moving over to the table where she's working. There's a tenative reach out towards one of the gloves, mindful that she will no-doubt slap his hand away. One of only few who would, let alone could, do so without repraisal. "I said to Uncle, I am certain that matters abroad are well in hand, with my dear sister left to oversee them..." TSK of his tongue across the back of his teeth. "Things are well, mother sends her love to you. Wonders, perhaps, if you ever intend to return now that I've let you free of our borders." Conspiratory brow curling slightly above his dark eyes, grin still firmly in place.

Shuri has posed:
Shuri does indeed give his hand a smack and then smirks at him, "Let me?" She rolls her eyes before she gestures to him, "And of course I will come back at some point. I'll need to get more supplies perosnally at some point." She smiles and nods her head before she walks over to a chair and takes a seat, "So, what do you plan now, brother? I mean, we had a visitor while you were away. Pepper Potts came by to say hello. She obviously knows more than most given who she works directly with but now we have helped peopel from Genosha as well." She gestures to him, "The world isn't completely stupid, T'challa." She nods her head.

T'Challa has posed:
Expecting it, T'Challa pulls his hand away as the slap strikes him and resettles in the small of his back, curling to grip the other elbow bilaterally. "Pepper Potts, she's the personal assistant to Tony Stark." Obviously he's aware of the name, nodding as such. Listening to her expand upon the state of the world, "You think I have not thought these things as well, hmm?" Still grinning, still conspiratory, with a brow arched ever so. "There are changes on the horizon for us, Shuri. Frightening times for the people of Wakanda, but ones I think are necessary if we are going to be part of the World, rather than isolated from it.. I am not yet ready to commit fully, but I have..." He shakes his head and looks over her gloves, trailing off into silence. "Yes, let you." The grin widens playfully.

Shuri has posed:
A roll of her eyes and she nods, "Oh sure. You let me." She crosses her legs and looks over at the glove she was working on before looking back to him, "Good." She states simply enough, "The world is advancing. It isn't catching up by any means but it won't stay fooled forever. There's cameras on every corner." She nods her head and then smirks.

T'Challa has posed:
There's a solumn agreement, T'Challa nodding steadily, "I am not ready to give all of our secrets, but if we throw away the cloak of mystery from our people, my hope is that it will limit those who would attempt to steal what we are giving freely." Fooled, advancing, "I have no doubt that my dear sister will keep us well ahead of the learning curve, mm? With her given freedom." Turning so she can't see his grin growing ever wider, he settles into a nearby seat and leans back until his arms are laying up upon the rest. "So, have you made any new friends, Shuri? Certainly you have not spent all of your time here in this lab?"

Shuri has posed:
"I wouldn't say friends but I have met others." She won't go into how she met a living galaxy but there's that. Shuri instead leans into her chair's arm and then nods to him, "I have met people all the same. I have been invited to eventually meet Tony Stark when he isn't busy running for leadership in this country." She nods her head as she then looks over to the gloves, "That and I have been working on the habit that you left for me." SHe nods her head, "It isn't ready yet."

T'Challa has posed:
"I am still uncertain of his intentions for Presidency." T'Challa admits with some of the good cheer slipping off of his face in the process, "With his opponent, and the criminal rumors circulating around him, it behoves him to stay in the race... I think, perhaps, he has bitten off more than he initially thought and now finds it a mouthful." The King does not sit forward, but rather relaxes back upon his elbows resting upon the arms of the chair. "You and he will have a great deal to talk about, I am sure. Perhaps you will end up being the American diplomat for Wakanda if he is to win the election, mm?"

Shuri has posed:
"Perhaps I will end up being the American Diplomat for Wakanda if he loses." She smirks and then shrugs before shifting herself slightly and gesturing at him, "Not like you are a diplomat. You're happier flexing your claws and muscles than your vocal chords and wits." She grins at him before nodding her head, "Anwyay, now brother, I have to get back to work if I am to finish up tonight." She nods her head as she stands up and looks to him, "And I imagine you need rest, too, after your journey."

T'Challa has posed:
"You wound me, dear sister." T'Challa says in a voice that does not convey any really pain. Like his grin, he isn't disagreeing with her assessment of him, "I am perfectly capable of diplomacy when it is required... I cannot help that most situations do not." Though he cannot help laugh as he stands, "And now you are dismissing me, perhaps you will be Queen of Wakanda, rather than diplomat, eh?" Daring to step over and lay a hand affectionately on her shoulder. "We will talk soon. Much of what I plan, you will be directly involved. If you wish it." He pats her once and then turns to pad towards the exit, "Do not let dawn find you still working, Shuri. It is an early morning." At the doorway, the pair of Dora Milaje fall instep behind him as he passes through. Not nearly as much pomp as would be seen in public.