6456/Who Doesn't Like Milkshakes

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Who Doesn't Like Milkshakes
Date of Scene: 05 June 2021
Location: Mootant Town Milkshakes
Synopsis: Once again, conversation between Clarice and Atrid devolve into an arguement - because of course it does.
Cast of Characters: Clarice Ferguson, Atrid




Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    It's been a busy few days for Clarice - if she's being honest, it's been a busy //week// - and at the moment, she finds herself sitting at one of the tables, slowly scooping a milkshake out of a cup, and eating it with a spoon. It's much, much too thick to be drunk with a straw in its current state - and that's fine by her. It's chocolate, with peanut butter, and crispy oreo cookie bits - in other words, it's utterly sublime.
    This being mutant town, her unusual appearance is being completely ignored, which is always a nice change when out in public, and she's able to just relax, and stare down at her tablet. It's showing //math// problems this time, but they're word problems. Talk about her worst nightmare - math and reading at the same time.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen wanders in to the ice cream shop looking around, he walks up to the counter and orders a peanut butter milkshake. He than walks away from the counter as he awaits his order, seeing Clarice he smiles. "Hey there Clarice hows it goin'?" He moves and sits at a table and looks around briefly.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice looks up from her homework - surprise showing briefly on her features. That wasn't the voice she'd been //expecting//. "Atrid," she greets the teen - a smile flashing across her features. "I mean - not bad. I'm still in one piece, so who can complain?" Sure. She'd been shot - but it was almost completely healed, thanks to the mutant healers on the Asteroid. "How'd you been?"

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shrugs his shoulders and thinks for a moment or two before speaking. "Things are ok, Ive started dating a girl at the mansion so thats new. Been waiting on you to tell me when you wanted to have that meeting." He smiles with a chuckle before continuing on. "So all in all Id say Im doing quite well."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Dating a girl," Clarice repeats, swirling her shakes with her spoon, before scooping a little more out. "I mean. ... is it not Gabby? Because if it's Gabby, I'd argue I pretty much knew that already," she points out, before taking a bite of the ice cream. She adds, "Yeah, about that. I mean - I do want to, and I appreciate the offer. It's just been a... real crazy week. With... well." She waves her spoon vaguely, "I think 'hunting down a murderer' is the only thing I could actually talk about. But there's been a lot of stuff. Plus getting all the shipments of metal Magneto's been preparing for Genosha down to the planet... How about Wednesday night?" she suggests.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen smiles and laughs a bit as his shake is delivered. "Hey now, it wasnt that obvious. Was it?" The question is asked as he drinks the first sip of his shake. "But yes it is Gabby, what shes adorable." Atrid laughs as he leans back in his seat. "Wednesday, yea I can definitely do Wednesday, and youre very welcome." He says before thinking for a moment or two. "So chasing around a murderer is a great thing, ya know good ol' vigilantism." Laughing he shakes his head.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "It pretty much seemed like you were already dating. But... sure. Congrats?" Clarice flashes Atrid a brief, amused smile before her expression grows more serious. "Apparently the human authorities had tried to deal with him once - and he just got loose and started hunting mutants again." A disgusted look crosses her features at the memory of the spider-like being they had killed. "I'm all for operating within the law, but sometimes..." Sometimes it just isn't enough, if you want to keep your people safe.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head back and forth. "And on that we will agree to disagree. To me hunting down that murderer risking your life and the lives of others is reckless and can again cause the eyes of the authorities to look at us in the wrong light. We have to be careful about this, operating within the legal and justice systems is the best way to do that." He says simply. "But I wont be able to change the way you look at this stuff and you wont change mine so Im all for the agree to disagree method here." Chuckling atrid stops and thinks for a moment or two. "But I do believe that at times a show of force is necessary, just not doing the cops job for them."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "He was dealt with by the legal authorities - then he escaped, and killed at least five more people, kidnapped five, and assaulted at least one more," Clarice answers. "And the cops would not have been able to stop this man. They would have died, and that would just be more blood spilled." She shakes her head at that thought. "No, we probably won't ever agree."
    But what else has she been up to if //that's// the one she can talk about?

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen nods his head. "But better that than risking ourselves and turning more of the population against us." He says simply. "But yea no thats one thing that we wont see eye to eye on. That and well you know the other thing there is that we dont agree on." Sipping his milkshake again. "Well lets see you thought we were always together? Thats interesting."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "You'd rather sacrifice human cops at a task they are woefully unprepared for, than put our own people at 'risk'?" Clarice repeats - raising her eyebrows at this. I mean - sure. There's //plenty// in the Brotherhood that would get behind that sentiment. But at Xavier's? She sets down her spoon to give her straw a try... still too thick.
    "There's a difference between 'always' and 'already,'" she points out simply.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head. "No but its their job, its what they signed up for, they knew the risks when they took the job." He says simply. "So yes Id rather them deal with it and take the risk than risk our own or civillian casualties because something went sideways. I mean even if we had mutants on the police force Id say the same let them that know the danger that they signed up for handle it rather than risk those whos jobs its not." Sipping again as he leans back. "Its not us or them, its those who do it for a living and those who have no idea what it means."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice lets out a quiet laugh of amusement. "No they didn't," she answers. "They signed up for car chases, and speeding tickets, and domestic abuse cases, and investigating and stopping //gun// violence. They didn't sign up to fight creatures that can alter what you think you're seeing - so you have no chance of seeing the attack approaching." She gives a shake of her head. "Again, we're probably not going to agree on this - but that is not what cops are for. And I care about people too much to let them get killed fighting something they have no chance of defeating."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head and laughs a bit. "No no not at all. They signed up knowing there would be danger and a possible threat to their lives. They are also taught that no matter what the situation can and does change and the ways they can do harm does as well. But this is a disagreement that we will always have. Its not a matter of not caring for others, its a matter of these are people who signed up for a risky job. Versus your average Joe on the street who isnt expecting it."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I signed up for a risky job," Clarice points out. Well - she was signed up. At age 6. "And I'm actually equipped to do it." She gives a shrug of her shoulders, and then gestures out a window, where a poster of Magneto can be seen - already put up on the wall of nearby building. "And it seems like people appreciate it. We didn't put any of those up."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head and takes another slurping sip of his shake. "Just not my thing, and people around here are going to support any one who shows theyll stand up in just about any way." He says softly leaning back again. "Theyre downtrodden and that is going to make them jump on most things when they arent hurt. How would it have gone if someone here was hurt or multiples?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "People here //were// hurt," Clarice points out. "Many of them. More than ten. That's why we acted." She gives a shrug of her shoulders. "It was necessary. But I don't think you'll change how you think until you're really forced to. And honestly, I hope that never happens to you."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head back and forth and takes a deep steadying breath as he sips his shake. "I meant by our own taking the law and justice into their own hands. If they were hurt by our people in an attempt to protect them than how would they look at it. Magneto and the brotherhood would not be celebrated."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Hmm," Clarice muses thoughtfully. "Potentially. Depending on the degree of collateral damage. But you're not giving us much credit, there - we did a lot of intelligence work to know what we were getting into before we went in, so there was little chance of others being harmed by our actions." The biggest concern, of course, was losing control of Sabretooth. But with both Clarice and Mystique there? It was the remotest of possibilities.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen laughs. "Oh really a lot of intelligence work? And how much intelligence work is needed to know that there is zero chance of collateral damage, or civillian casualties? Its not a guarantee and no matter how good your intelligence work can be, nothin' is ever a certainty except that shit can go wrong in an instant. One thing changes, an extra person shows, stuff rigged to blow that wasnt there prior, or some kid wanders into the area, or some innocent adult? Peoples powers getting out of hand causing potential structural damage to buildings. No matter how little the chance of it happening without the same proper training that first responders, police and the like have the higher that chance is." Atrid states none of this angry or loud merely a calmly stated fact.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "'Little chance' was what I said," Clarice points out. "Zero chance is an unreasonable standard." Her eyebrows raise as she adds, "...and our people are better equiped than these so-called 'first responders.'" She's finally able to sip her shake through the straw - and she does so, letting out a satisfied sigh. "But - again, you're making these judgements and claims with a fraction of the knowledge we had going into the job."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head. "Really youve all got weapons and tactics training? Training in strategy? I doubt that yall are better trained and equipped than the first responders." He says simply. "Im making these claims having read up on and studied tactics, strategy, and statistics." He says simply. "But we will let this matter drop so it doesnt get escalated. It was still a risk that really to most who have studied strategy and tactics was not worth taking."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Atrid... you're in high school. You've 'read up' on tactics and strategy? Mystique and Mister Creed have been living that for over a century," Clarice points out. "And they're the ones teaching me, and training me. And neither of them are taking someone on a job, in the middle of Bushwick which we've sworn to protect, if they don't feel confident in the training and capabilities of the team," she points out. "Honestly - you have an overinflated sense of your own knowledge and capabilities, and that can land you in trouble."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head laughing. "Creed? Really youre going to bring a psychopath like him into this and expect me to trust that hes really teaching tactics and strategy? At best hes a berserker at worst hes just completely psychotic or sociopathic. Mystique Ill give you, but no creed is a wild card and dangerous more so than any of the rest of you. If he was involved its damn lucky shit didnt go south. That said add to it that Ive read up on and studied these things but also years of martial arts training and having to use and employ it in the real world, yea I think I have a knowledge base for this. But I am done with this conversation, I dont trust Creed to be anything more than a monster, and Id really rather not have an actual fight with you again."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    If the look on Clarice's features is anything to judge - it may be a bit late for that. Her expression goes from relaxed, and even a little amused, to a cool, shuttered anger. She's still for a moment before saying in a carefully controlled voice, "I'm aware of what people think of him. I'm perfectly aware of everything he's capable of. But no, you do not understand him, and you will not speak disrespectfully of Mister Creed around me," she warns. "I won't claim he's a good man." He's not. "But you do not know him."
    Outside the window of the shop there's a honk - and outside, Lorna's green hair can be seen through the window of her car as she waves. Clarice raise her hand back before rising to her feet, picking up her tablet and after a moment's hesitation, her shake. She's not sure she's in the mood for it anymore, though.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen sips his shake. "Hey you can believe what you wish. Ill keep the opinions Ive formed, and not a good man is a massive understatement." Atrid says matter of factly. "I dont know him and I dont want to know him." He shrugs as she gets up. "Im not telling you what to think or how to think it, just stating that certain things dont add up at this point with what youre saying to me. Everything went well this time, doesnt mean it will next time." He says softly to her and as she stands up. "Look I get it, it upsets you but Ive never been on who tiptoes around things what I have to say I say, you do the same. So I said it before I wanted to avoid it getting here, we will agree to disagree."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "No. You don't want to know him," Clarice agrees. Very, very few people //want// to know him. "But the fact remains - you don't get to speak ill of him around me." She starts towards the door - pausing with her hand on the pushbar before she adds simply, without looking back, "Wednesday."
    She steps outside a moment later, the bell tied to the push bar chiming. As the door swings closed, the tone of Lorna's voice can briefly be heard while Clarice makes her way towards the passenger seat - doubtlessly asking what's put the bee in Blink's proverbial bonnet.