7610/Car Thoughts

Car Thoughts
Date of Scene:	30 August 2021
Location:	Sports Car
Synopsis:	June and Elektra cruise through the highway on their way to Manhattan after having been in Arkham where they talk.
Cast of Characters:	Elektra Natchios, June Connor

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Elektra Natchios has posed:
Yes, Elektra has a sports car. Does it come as a surprise? One would imagine not. Dark red, because of course and speeding down the highway leading out of Gotham as they make way to Manhattan, one hand on the wheel and the other opening a small compartment to fish out a pair of sunglasses which she places over her eyes. She has been mostly in silence during part of the drive, the scenery a blur as she breaks a speed limit or three on her way.

Is she in a rush to get anywhere? Doesn't seem like it, more like it's her standard driving method. Keeps one's reflexes sharp too!

"So. What are your conclusions on what we witnessed back at Arkham?" her voice cutting through the silence.

June Connor has posed:
    June sits, a bare foot up on the dashboard as they cruise out of New Jersey, watching the traffic around them idly. She unbuttons the top two blouse buttons to feel less 'dressed up' before she answers. "Well, we learned that we know who is responsible for the killing of those board members," she says. "And, I gotta say, I kinda like'im, if it wasn't for the fact that he'd probably kill us as well."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Kills us for what exactly?" A brow arching in question but she still doesn't look at June, continuing the fast drive, an hop to the fast lane to go by a slowpoke and then back, the wheels complaining just so at the tighter curves.

"So you think there was someone out there getting revenge for that family. The grandfather? And you think it'd be the Shadow?" she questions.

June Connor has posed:
    "Well," June says, her weight shifting to the left briefly with the sharp adjustment of the car. "I met the Shadow. Fucker is scary as hell, and I don't think he's limited himself to just revenge. Remember that stupid little box you had me steal a while back?" she asks, pushing the button to recline the seat a little. ""Shadow was there, He was actualy after it as well, though I think he was more interested in shutting down Hydra who was there than the box itself. Hard to tell. He attacked both us and Hydra, and cleaned everybody's clock." Except June of course, who got back winded, but with nary a scratch on her.

    "If it's granddaddy, he's gotta have some kinda youth serum, immortality, or some weird magic or mutant shit, the last of which I think is the most likely, since he did some weird mystical stuff. Or it could be the man himself who went down in the plane supposedly, and there wasn't a crash at all."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Yes, you had told me about your encounter." Elektra replies with a brief nod, "And it's not granddaddy we are looking into. It's Natasha." a beat, "I have seen her do certain things that you'd either need an extreme amount of training for." like Elektra, "Or have received some kind of magic gift. It would make sense. But .., we will only know when we talk to her again. Of course that you will not talk with anyone about what we know. Knowledge is power, and it is not to be shared through frivolous means."

Silence returns for a small while longer before she finally speaks up again, "Do you want to talk about your reaction to those last moments we were there with him?" when June flipped the lid.

June Connor has posed:
    June arches a brow. "You think the worthless socialite of a daughter that goes around spending her money like leaves is running around as a mystical cross-dressing vigilante." Her rather accurate and deadpan recounting of Elektra's theory does enough to probably convey the level of credibility she grants it.

    "What reaction?" she says, "The one where I told him I'd kill him? Not visceral enough?" she asks with a smug smile, as if it was all a joke.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Just like the daughter of a former Greek Ambassador who lives in her decadent penthouse ans is heiress to a fortune?" Elektra asks in the same deadpan manner. "Look at everything at face value and you will never find yourself going anywhere, June." see? There's a lesson there. Pedagogy!

"The same way that you shouldn't play coy with me. You know what I am talking about.." A glance away from the road to look at June, eyes unseen under those shades, "And you aren't the type to get vexxed or frustrated with killers."

Oh yes, Elektra is digging.

June Connor has posed:
    June arches a brow. "Yeah, but not everybody who has their life handed to them with a silver spoon has an obsession with revenge," she answers, offering her own return insight on Elektra. She glances over as she more seriously answers her own portion. "Fucker killed a girl's dad for his bottom line. I been that girl, and if I could fuck my dad's killer in the ass with his own gun, I would." Rather simple and straight forward response, as if it's not something she even tries to hide. "I'd use blanks, too, so he wouldn't die too fast."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"You and your assumptions with how people live their lives." Elektra snorts with a brief shake of her head. Not that she troubles herself trying to correct to June to whatever is the real view. Let her figure it out on her own! Instead the assassin continues driving.

"He didn't kill your father, though." She points out, a glance across, "You can't make this personal. Or you'll never go past the same."

There is another pregnant pause before she finally speaks again, "Once we have taken care of Gao maybe it's time for you to finish school." she suggests, "Happy Harbor has remedial classes."

June Connor has posed:
    That earns a belly laugh. June doesn't laugh often. Not really laugh. But right now, she laughs really hard, and it is a reminder that despite her cynical badass image, she's really still a kid. "Fuck me, can you imagine it?" she asks. "Sitting with a bunch of suburban boot lickin' pussies whose worst nightmare is getting turned down for a date?" She wipes a tear. "Shit, they'd have to make a sitcom or something, ideally with that canned laughter."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
June may laugh. But not Elektra. Instead she goes back to silence. Which maybe means she *wasn't* joking at all about that suggestions. Who knows? School could be on the horizon for the young girl.

June Connor has posed:
    June stops laughing, letting that residually paint the silence as the road sound changes, the cables of the bridge rushing by as New Jersey paces out of the rear view mirror. She doesn't say anything for a long time.

    "You're not my mom," she says a little more soberly after a spell. "She's a bitch, and I left for a reason." Not an orphan. June is a runaway. "You don't gotta go tryin' to fill her shoes."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"First of, I am not even close to being old enough to be your mother." And that's important. Age! Elektra isn't a day over 30! "And second, do you think people need to be related to you in order to look after you?" a glance before they turn towards Manhattan more properly, getting into a more urban area. She has slowed just a notch, but not -that- much.

"Bite everyone that offers you a hand and eventually the world will eat you up. But you know that already." a beat, "Maybe you are just too self-destructive to figure out an alternative."

June Connor has posed:
    "I'm not lookin' for someone to look after me," comes the controlled tone in response. "Learned that a long time ago. The world eats people every day, biting back doesn't change that. You can be an asshole or an angel, everybody gets fucked in the end. We all just watchin' the clock and waiting our turn. Why do you give a damn anyway? Does it make me less 'useful' to you?" she asks, recalling a challenge on a previous conversation.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"You are too young still to heave learned anything for certain, June." Is the reply, Manhattan now looming closer as they get into a more urban setting. Tall buildings. People outside on the streets. It also means she has to slow down (just a bit).

"And if what you say is true why not just skip the line and go right to the finish?" She then questions with a raised brow, Elektra now able to look at the girl for longer, "Would save everyone from having to wait, mmm?"

"And what is it to you about my motivations? Do they matter?"

June Connor has posed:
    "Because I'm scared of it," June says plainly. "And you're dodging the question," she adds. "Motivations do matter, if I'm gonna work with someone, I wanna know they aren't going to go batshit on me, or I'm going to find out they have a way different plan than they told me. You can't tell me you don't want to find out people's motivations, right?"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Well, at least there's something you learned. Being scared of me." Elektra replies with a mirthless chuckle, taking another turn down another road, "But very well." a beat, "I am doing it because I believe in second chances. And that you may deserve one, something I never truly had." she says, "There is no ulterior motive to it."

"And before you start getting all angry thinking this is a pity case you can forget that, you will have to work to get there. Don't expect things handed to you on a silver spoon."

June Connor has posed:
"June laughs and shakes her head. "Right, because cozying up with pedophiles and fighting superheroes for weird boxes is totally a silver spoon." She glances back out the window. "Knew it was a fuckin' mercy mission," she mutters. "Lyin' ass bitch." It seems not to be so much an argumentative cuss as much as a mirthful one, thinking back to their shouting match in the kitchen.