5648/An Unexpected Visitor!

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An Unexpected Visitor!
Date of Scene: 19 March 2021
Location: Seaside Victorian House
Synopsis: Hank comes to talk to Morrigan about his observations. Morrigan confirms things and admits to things he missed. This is why friendships are good!
Cast of Characters: Hank Pym, Morrigan MacIntyre




Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym finds the house charming if a tad primitive. He walks down the path, attired as an ordinary citizen for once, and holding a large paper shopping bag.

This is probably a very bad idea. He doesn't do people well. He doesn't get on with women well. He's pretty sure after two marriage a conclave of females united their gender to keep him from marrying or dating again.

Be that as it may, he waves his free hand over the lawn. "Hello little friends... I want to know what happened two nights ago... sleeping? Post watches. Watch the house. Tell me when people go in or out. ... Yes, she is very nice... I don't answer personal questions. Thank you little friends." With that he shakes his head to clear it and walks up to the door.

<<Knock knock knock>> "Dr. MacIntyre?"

<<Knock knock knock>> "Dr. MacIntyre?"

<<Knock knock knock>> "Dr. MacIntyre?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
The school was on Spring Break as of three in the afternoon and Morrigan had definitely made sure that she had went home to catch a nap and then it was time to start dealing with getting the Saint Patrick's day decorations down and into their tubs. She's storing them away in the closet under the stairs when she hears the knock at the door. There's a curious look to the door and she straightens, heading for it.

"Doctor Pym?" she asks as she opens it. Morrigan's not dressed in a dress or business attire. She's wearing jeans and a really faded band t-shirt from probably her college days. She's barefoot on top of that. She opens the door wider, "Is everything alright?" she asks him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smiles and says, "I wanted to make sure you were all right Dr. MacIntyre. For once he's wearing a suit, a sort of burgundy-ochre jacket and pants with a black shirt and red tie. As a further step towards appearing harmless, he's wearing his glasses.

Smiling. Say something idiot.

-Don't you look nice- she does but she won't buy that as she is not wearing shoes.

-Hello, I was just walking my ant... Ant is in your pocket, again, IDIOT.

"... I came to check on you. May I come in? I brought some wine and cheese. I don't want to interrupt you if you're drywalling or whatever, but maybe you could use a break?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's features soften as she gives Hank a smile, "Of course, come on in." she steps back from the door, holding it open as she does. Hank could probably spot the very LARGE black Maine Coon cat that is lazing on the middle of the stairs up to the second floor. His orange eyes regard the man with a bit of reserved disdain. Who was entering his kingdom?! The cat stays where it is though and doesn't think that the Doctor is a threat.

For now at least.

"I've been alright. Just getting down the decorations from Saint Patrick's day and need to go through the other totes and see what I'm keeping and what is getting donated at some point." she states idly. Once he's in the door is closed behind him. "It's nice to have company. So you aren't interrupting anything." she points out.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym enters. He gives the cat an appraising look, taking the feline's measure. Yes shrinking around him would be very dangerous. He doesn't quite radiate antipathy but caution is not too strong a word. Then he's pulling out a a fine bottle of Merlot and a cheese wheel and holding them out to her.

"You should secure your door," he says gently. "The gentleman at the liquor store said this has to breathe for a bit... I don't know wine, he seemed to think wine was more appropriate than vodka... Vodka comes in so many flavors these days... I told him I remembered when people drank vodka to get drunk... sorry rambling." Maybe he should've gotten the vodka.

"Oh you have your toenails painted, how cute."

Blithering. Idiot. If you get any dumber she'll have to water you.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's gaze goes back to the door and there's a bit of a sigh as she reaches out to lock the door, "Yeah. Probably should." she states. Then she's heading towards him and she reaches out to take the offered cheese and bottle of wine, "You want to sit in the kitchen? The view of the water is nice this time of day." she tells him. "And I'll let this breathe a bit." she smiles to him.

She's heading towards the kitchen when she looks down to her toes and there's a chuckle, "I do. Thank you." she smiles to that. "Do you want crackers to go with the cheese?" she asks him as things are settled on the island in the kitchen. It's got a lived in feeling to the space. Given her laptop and things are at the table in the corner booth it's probably a sign she spends time in here. "Do you have big plans for Spring Break?" she asks him as she opens a drawer and produces a knife and a wine opener.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sits down at the counter and says, "I'm not sure yet."

"Dr. MacIntyre... I do not indulge in small talk when there are important matters. I will state my purpose. That way if I cause offense, you can ask me to leave and enjoy these lovely parting gifts. Please sit down a moment. Understand... the school is partly funded by SHIELD. I am involved in the Avengers under the SHIELD Initiative so I was shown a copy of the police report. I have observed things and have conjectures, but I do not deal with conjectures. I am a scientist. I was also an Avenger and... I want to help you. I want you to be safe. I must ask you to clearly state whether I'm fired before I leave for my future plans."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan feels it coming before Hank speaks and the redhead gives a tired sigh. She settles the knife and the bottle opener down as he continues. "I can assure you that I'm not in any danger. Or well, I can handle things myself." she tells him as she takes a seat across the counter from him.

"What questions do you want to ask me?" she asks as she looks to him. "And why would you be fired? If you're wanting to make sure things are handled that's fine." she tells him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym steeples his fingers. "You have an atypical case of solar urticaria. To say the least. I see no evidence of past eruptions on what I can only describe as flawless alabaster skin. I had thought you might use concealer but... here we are with our hair down so to speak. No make up. What's more you mentioned a serum you take that lasts for several hours, which is far superior to current medications - antihystamines and corticosteroids. You mentioned a basement lab and your own research. My working hypotheses is that you are engaged in research to alleviate a very unusual condition and someone may want your research and seeks to intimidate you for it. But then I considered the timing of your gift... Midnight the night of your birthday. That seems to indicate a stalker or someone familiar with you. All this can be very serious and..."

He looks deep into her eyes for a moment. "I... you're a good person. You don't deserve this. It shouldn't happen to you. I will stop it."

"If you let me help."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan watches him as he speaks and there's a bit of a neutral look on her face as he does. It was better than the despair she was starting to feel. She waits for him to be finished for the moment before she speaks, "The only way you can stop it is if you can track down my biological father and drive a stake through his heart or cut off his head, Hank. And I'm kind of planning on doing that myself." she states bluntly.

She reaches over to pick up the bottle opener so she can open the wine bottle and let it breathe. "If I may explain some things. That might help here and you can decide if you stil want to offer help of any kind after that." she offers quietly.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks at her a moment and then says in a calm tone, "I was thinking a closeted mutant... holy fucking hell. You're a dhampir. I'm sorry is it all right to use that word? It's not racist is it?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan laughs when he says 'Dhampir', "Dhampir, half vampire, abomination. I've heard it all. Or well, Dracula likes to call me an abomination. Otherwise no one else has called me that." she admits. "You're the only other person that knows I'm half vampire. And the other person knows because we dated and he was on the verge of moving in." she states. "It's not something I want to be known." she looks to him. "It's how I was born. After my mom killed herself I was put into the system, I won the lottery on getting adopted by wealthy parents and here we are." she waves her hand.

"But there is something that you've not noticed." she grins at him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym soften as he looks at her. This, was big. It's horrific and brutal and she seems to be made for gentler things. Then again people thought that about him once.

"You deserve an ally who can warp the laws of nature, assume many sizes, command lethal armies of insects and destructive bio-blasts. Usually my daughter or Janet come to mind first. You'll have to settle for me." He goes to touch her hand then stops and says, "I... overlooked something... I'm going to be very disappointed if you turn all Wes Craven and try to bite me Dr. MacIntyre." He raises an eyebrow.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to him as he speaks and there's a curious look, "Destructive bio-blasts?" she asks him. "You're my friend and I'm glad to have you as support, Hank." she tells him. She looks to his hand that is a few inches from hers now. Then she looks back to him, "I don't drink blood directly from the source. I've been fortunate in that I can get bags from hospitals and I get little questions asked given my standing. That and there are other vampires and half vampires as rare as we are." she sighs.

Meanwhile, Morrigan's fingers drum out a little beat and one finger pokes Hank's hand gently to get his attention. When he looks down, he'd see little strands of violet looking magical energy that snake out slowly over the counter top. "Have you had many dealings with Doctor Strange?" she asks him. Her magical signature was different than the Sorceror Supreme in appearance for sure.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks at the violet fractals spreading out. He feels an odd tingling. He gives a little gasp of surprise and wonder and seems very delighted by it. "... I've not met the good doctor but there are mages on the Avengers, and I met quite a few of them lately. I don't want to name drop. I don't know how they'd take that. You've told me a lot I feel like I should reciprocate. The only thing I can think of are security codes. I won't tell those. Do you... need or want to know anything about me?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Strange is an extremely busy person, so that doesn't surprise me actually." Morrigan nods to that. "Sam and yourself are the only Avenger's I know. I met Thor once. But I've never really mingled with any of them outside of that." she tells him. "But yes, not only am I a half vampire I also am a master of the mystic arts. So I can handle myself fairly well if I need to. I don't like to use powers much." she explains.

Then she looks to him and there is a smile, "I figured you'd start adding things up over time and eventually ask about things, which is fine. Friends should feel like they can talk to each other." she smiles to that. "I don't have any questions currently. You've been up front about things. And I don't want to ask a bunch of silly things and have you roll your eyes at me." she muses.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym leans a little and pokes her finger back.

"I wouldn't roll my eyes at Mike and I wouldn't roll them at you. I mean how silly could your questions be? You have a doctorate. Oh I have something I can tell you. Mike knows this. But I don't want it to get out. Nothing earthshaking." He whispers softly, "Women scare the hell out of me... except for one. I wager you can't guess who she is."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a chuckle to that, "Oh...please don't tell Mike yet. I'm...people seem to react badly when they figure out my heritage. I'd rather just...not have to deal with it." she tells him. His secret makes her look at him though and there is a softer smile, "Your secret is safe with me. I don't blame you for being scared of us. We can be dreadful creatures." she admits. "Your daughter?" she gives an answer.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym gives Morrigan a pat on the shoulder. "Morrigan... Nadia is a treasure but... my daughter scares us all the time. No. She-Hulk, Jennifer Walters. We're best buds, nothing more but... between her and Mike I get through my dark days. She makes me laugh. Mike keeps me grounded. I can't take normal bipolar medication anymore. It interacts with my powers in very bad ways. Shall I open that wine? I'm suddenly parched."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"Kids are really great." Morrigan chuckles to that. "She sounds like she and Xiomara might have been friends if they'd met. Maybe they will sometime." she muses. "She-Hulk? Interesting. Is she related to the big green guy?" she asks him. No, she'd not met Banner. "It's good to have someone like that around. Grounding is something that we need." she nods to that. Morrigan didn't have grounding. She was just winging it.

"Oh it's open. I can get glasses though." she states as she hops off the stool. "Does it make you unable to use your powers or what does it do?" she asks him.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym calls after her, "It began saturating my nervous system with Pym particles, cause nerve endings to expand and contract, seizures eventually coma and death. I worked put a biochemical solution to it eventually... in part... and a bunch of mages helped me to take my cure without /it/ killing me. Unlike many other scientists I like magic. I refined my solution since then based on further data." He watches her pouring the wine out and says, "I guess I'm getting a lesson in vampire anatomy?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan listens to him, "Ahhhh, that is...I wonder if that could be changed." she ponders that as she brings back glasses to the counter. "Thankfully there were sorcerors that helped though." she nods softly to this. "So will not being on the medication effect you badly? Is there a way we can help without it?" she asks him. "Also, vampire anatomy is pretty much the same. Or from the research I've done it would seem so unless they have different origins, magics and things like that." she frowns.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym ponders, "Affect me badly... I sequester myself when it gets too bad. But... I do what's required of me. I might be a little churlish some days. Meditation helped.Talking to friends helps. Jennifer helps. I do not really have a choice. I'm just going to live one day at a time. Some of them are just longer than others. Some feel like they'll never end. Good to know about vampire anatomy being the same... errr. I need to apologize for something... we said we'd use our first names off campus and I have not and... well I told you I get.. not so much scared as intimidated. I have had many bad experiences which I mostly blame on myself and I thought I should stay professional but... I want to be friends. You are a person of quality."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan slides his glass of wine over to him and then sips at hers as she listens to him. "When my cravings get really bad I tend to do the same. I don't want to take the chance of accidentally mauling someone should they cut themselves or they get injured." she nods in understanding. "One day at a time is sometimes the best option for life." she offers with a soft smile. "Hank, I assure you there's nothing that you need to be scared of with me." she tells him. "Friends are good to have. I'm pretty quiet, but I'm always around to talk should anyone need it." she offers with a warm smile.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym lifts his glass. "To talking with friends. Nice to meet you Ms. Dhampir. I am a bipolar, ocassionally mad scientist. Oh... you're going to have a few thousad ants keeping an eye on your house if that's okay. I don't think vampires bother controlling insects and... ants like me. They really like me. It goes beyond the tech."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to him as she raises her glass, "I don't like being called a Dhampir, but I'll let it slide with you." she muses to that. "And I think we're both a bit mad scientist. So this'll be a fun friendship." she chuckles. Then there's a bit of a focused look on him, "By the way, the next time you decide to sleep on the lawn...just knock on the door and you can sleep in the guest room. Okay?" she gives a soft look to that.

Oh she's a knower! "And was the ant companionship caused by the particles...or something innate?" she asks him curiously.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sips his wine. "I had technology to communicate with them that I developed... from my first wife's theories. But somehow I could still get some ants to obey me. I don't know why... You knew I was out there. That's bad. Then your father would know. How does that work, may I ask? No the particles can do a lot of things but nothing like that." He regards her over the rim of his glass. "The cravings get bad? Maybe I can help with that. I'm learning science is not as helpless dealing with the supernatural as I thought... though apparently you can spot me snoring in an ant hill. I'm sorry about the d-word."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a soft smile when he mentions his first wife, "She sounds like she would have been a good person to know." she tells him. She wasn't being fake about it either. It was genuine. "I knew because I put spells up after he ripped someones heart out and delivered it to me for my birthday present." she tells him. "But I'm going to find out what he can and can't do. Know the enemy deal." she mentions. "And yes, sadly they do. I need to drink blood or I start to lose my health. It's...complicated." she murmurs.

"But! The weather is nice, why don't we take wine out on the patio and talk about something...not blood related?" she offers as she slides off her seat and for the patio doors. Apparently the deep talk was over for now.