7521/A New Normal

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A New Normal
Date of Scene: 24 August 2021
Location: Athletics: Triskelion
Synopsis: Yelena finds that an attempt at a new normal at SHIELD, somehow feels, alien.
Cast of Characters: Yelena Belova, Michael Erickson




Yelena Belova has posed:
It hasn't been long since Yelena sorta-kina joined SHIELD, did she though? It's all kinda of mixed. Either way, she was instrumental in getting trapped agents out of the Framework.

Yelena, since being released from her cell, hasn't really made friends. She mostly kept to herself, keeping in shape and maintaining her skills between missions. Currently she was brutally beating the heck out of a martial arts dummy, revealing quickness and power in every strike.

She's currently dressed for exercise, just a pair of leggings and a sports bra, both in black, her blonde hair tied up in a bun.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Whilst Yelena busies herself with murderpunching a hapless training dummy, another of the sparse chain of personnel filterimg in and out arrives. Michael Erickson, the armored superhero and /apparent alien/, arrives in SHIELD athletic togs with towel slung across his shoulders and water bottle in hand. Blandly handsome white dude, central casting, nothing to see here. He eyes Yelena as she pounds the dummy while he heads over to a weight bench, taking a seat. Will he say something witty? No! Because bothering women you don't know is rude, especially if they are apparently set on dissassembling thing to component atoms with bare fists alone.

    But she /is/ good at it. So he watches.

Yelena Belova has posed:
Yelena continues in her flurry of punches and kicks, the way her body fluidly shifts from one position to attack, a simulated defense turning attack without pause, she almost appears to be dancing rather than fighting. A trained eye, however, will note the explosive force hidden behind flowing motions. At first it appears like she didn't even realize Michael it there, only after a few more turns, she ends her exercise with a sharp kick to the dummy's chin which drops the entire training contraption. Slowly retracting her leg and setting it back down on the ground, she turns to look at Michael, "...what is your art?" She asks, looking more or less through him, with her sharp blue eyes.

Michael Erickson has posed:
        "Sataar'ika." Whatever...that is. Means. The accent of his baritone voice in saying the word is oddly musical, such that further words in English are jarringly mundane. "Nothing so pretty as yours. You are trained as a dancer too, yeah? Figure you'd have to be to pull thise moves." He takes a moment to sip from his bottle, then announces, "Michael Erickson. And you are?"

Yelena Belova has posed:
Naturally, a Black Widow is tasked with blending in, no matter what country she finds herself in. As a result, many like Natasha and Yelena are polyglots. But that word Michael just spoke, does not register in any familiar language, making Yelena tilt her head ever so slightly at an angle, peering at him as she measures whether he's trolling her or serious. "Ballet," Yelena admits as Michael notes the grounding in dance for her graceful motions and body control. "Yelena Belova. You are with SHIELD, Michael Erickson? That language you spoke...made up coded tongue?"

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "Different language," he replies, brows lifting faintly. "I'm not from around here. Nice to meet you, Ms. Belova." Michael is something of a polyglot as well, but alas, none of the Slavic tongues are a part of that. "I'm just a consultantn and a new one at that. And you?"

Yelena Belova has posed:
"What language is that...? Rare for me to not know a language..." and it likely doesn't mean much to Michael, but Yelena sounds no different from any American as she speaks English at the moment, adapating to her location, passing easily as a local. "A consultant...the way you looked at me, you're more than that, you saw what I do...you're a fighter." She states a fact, not looking for debate.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    Ah. Michael looks at Yelena for a long silent moment, as if expecting her to vault forth and attack him. "Yeah," he finally agrees, taking another sip of water. "I've had extensive combat training. But I figure everyone else around here has as well, so that doesn't exactly make me special."

Yelena Belova has posed:
"I wouldn't say the same, I've seen some in training, I've seen some in the field. Some are quite lacking in skill or expertise, lack sharpness and deceisiveness." Yelena notes coldly, as if she loathes anything less than excellence. "So what is it your consultation is used for, Michael?" She ever so casually carries the conversation focused entirely on him, having lapsed on his quesiton about her.

Michael Erickson has posed:
    "Yet to be determined." He shrugs. "I help with aliens." She's a critical sort. Driven. Likely harsh background from her reply and demeanor. Michael files these things away, all while remaining casual.

Yelena Belova has posed:
"Aliens..." Yelena repeats the word dryly, staring a bit at Michael, she's dealt with a lot as a Black Widow. Aliens is one thing she didn't ever knowingly interacted with, so it remains in the realm of the fantastic. "I see." The way she says it seems two fold, at once suggestion she accepts and takes Michael at his word, while at the same time leaving a subtext opting to take him for an insane person.

"I am wasting time, my physical training session is complete, I need to move on to the next set of drills, I'll be seeing you Michael..."