9390/Sir Patrick and the Valkyrie

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Sir Patrick and the Valkyrie
Date of Scene: 01 January 2022
Location: Amanda's Apartment, The Dakota
Synopsis: Sir Patrick objects to the way Brunnhilde treats his mistress' books. So, a compromise must be found. Enter Amanda.
Cast of Characters: Amanda Sefton, Brunnhilde




Amanda Sefton has posed:
The afternoon sun slants into the windows of the apartment, casting an almost silvery glow as it filters both through the thin cloud cover and the gauzy shears that cover the glass. Amanda stands on the balcony, wrapped in a warming spell against the winter chill, looking out toward Central Park. A cup of tea sits on the rail beside her, steaming. She's relaxed, home from her Christmas in LA, and just getting a feel for the city again.

She turns, however, as, somewhere near the kitchen, an electronic squeal rises in both volume and indignity, becoming a digital yowl of protest. Her brows rise. She blinks mildly and, picking up her mug, steps back into the apartment. "Patrick?" It has to be Patrick. R2D2 is entirely fictional.

Brunnhilde has posed:
The squeal is followed by the thud of a heavy object striking a wall. "Where did you put that book, you possessed pile of circuitry?" is snarled moments later. It could only be Brunnhilde.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda's pace quickens, the cup left on the dining table. "Brunnhilde?" She enters the kitchen to find Patrick climbing to his metal feet, crouched low like he's getting ready to spring. "Patrick! Stop." She points to a spot several feet away. "Over there. Now."

The little bot somehow manages to look mutinous, straightening to his full 3-foot height and starting to beep and bleep voiciferously. Red and blue lights flash on his head.

"I don't care," the sorceress says, her hand still outstretched. "Over there. Now." She turns with an arched brow to the Asgardian. "What happened?" Patrick squeals again. "I'll get to you," she tells him, shooting him another look. "You'll get your say."

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Your stupid knock-off droid keeps hiding my blasted book, is what!" Brunnhilde snarls. She looks just as furious as Patrick. "It's the only one that's the right size." She points to three stacks of books laid out in a triangle. Each stack is roughly the same width although of different heights.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Patrick immediately starts babbling and bleeping his reply. His arms wave and his feet dance. He squeals his protest and Amanda holds up a hand to stop him again. She keeps her attention on Brunnhilde, a genuinely curious expression on her face. "Why are you stacking books on the floor like that?" She can't help but ask. A wry smile touches her lips, now. She knows Patrick's habits, his OCD when it comes to cleanup and organizing things. This conflict isn't hard to understand from his perspective.

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Press ups," Brunnhilde says succinctly. As if that explains everything.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"Press ups." Amanda blinks mildly. She looks down at the three piles, their size and depth. "Wouldn't a weight bench be easier?" Not, mind, that she's sure she's got weights that would remotely challenge and Asgardian. Though, maybe with some thought... Patrick bleeps out what could only be considered an affirmative. Or maybe an explitive. Amanda ignores him.

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Just blocks would be easier," Brunnhilde admits with a shrug. "But..." she gestures to the library as if to say 'look what isn't here.'

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda looks at Patrick. "And you object to her using books as weight blocks, hmm?" She's really not certain the books are truly enough resistance for the valkyrie, but then maybe she uses them like a five or ten pound weight a human might use. Patrick, on the other hand, is entirely certain the books are inappropriately used as weight blocks. He wastes no time in bleeping as much.

She chuckles quietly. "Fine. I think I can solve this." She smiles to Brunnhilde. "Let me introduce you to my gym." She crooks a finger lightly to beckon her to follow before she says to Patrick. "Retrieve the book you took and put them all away properly, or I'll be looking for them later." Thus leaving him behind, Amanda heads back toward that all-purpose sitting area and goes to a small chest where she pulls out a crystal on a plain black thong. Closing her fist around it, she utters a soft incantation.

"Here," she says presently, passing it to Brunnhilde. "Better than a key. This will coax what you need from the library walls." She moves toward one blank wall, where an archway stands. As she nears, a wooden door appears and swings open. Inside, is a small training room. "See if this suits you better. I'll get you a key to the apartment, too, so you don't feel trapped in the midst of a bunch of musty, cantankerous books. Leave a trace of breadcrumbs on the counter and Patrick will forgive you. Don't ask me why, but he loves cleaning the kitchen. The books, he's more protective of. Probably because Loki tried to raid them and he despises Loki."

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Loki is a punk," Brunnhilde says, acknowledging Patrick with a thrust of her chin. Is she actually attempting to make peace?

She takes the crystal from Amanda and hangs it around her neck. "Thanks for this." It sounds sincere. And about a lot more than access to a punching bag.

Then she crosses to inspect the training room. And lets out a low whistle. "This will do nicely." She spies a pull up bar. Good. Maybe now robo-Jeeves will stop interfering with her sets. He didn't like her using the doorframe. It *does* mean she'll have to come up with a new resistance program though.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
The training room is made for an acrobat and flyer as much as any normal physical training. So, pull up bars abound -- though Amanda sees them more as gymnastic aparatuses. There is even a weight set in one corner, albeit not really designed to be challenging to a person who can lift cars. Even so... it may replace the stacks of books.

Patrick lets out a low whistle and a burbling beeps that seems to accept the peace offering. He swings his head around with its binocular eyes to Amanda and gives a little bob before he's off to ensure everything is put to right. Amanda gives him a fond smile. "Loki once set a nest of magical vipers loose in my kitchen," she tells the valkyrie now. "I think he did it just to annoy Thor. Patrick wasn't much more than a Starkbot vacuum drone with a rudimentary AI at the time, but he took great exception to the invasion. He earned his sword going after them. I'm sorry if he annoyed you."

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde snorts, "Loki and his snakes. He always has had an...affinity." She looks at the equipment, starting to piece together some ideas. "How strong are the walls?" she asks.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"Fairly strong," Amanda says, her head canting. "I haven't tested them against anything like the Hulk, but they should withstand a fair amount of force." She gives a wry smile and looks around. "Technically, we're not on Earth any more. This is a small pocket dimension. It's rare, and I've not experienced it here, yet, but it's not unheard of for dimensional creatures to drift through. I've tried to reinforce enough to withstand long enough for me to evacuate, if nothing else."

Brunnhilde has posed:
The light that gleams in Brunnhilde's eyes at the prospect of fighting some monsters is unsettling to behold. She grins. And cracks her knuckles. "Creatures like what?"

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda considers that a moment. "Well, there's this... flying whale thing I've seen." She shrugs mildly. "It's got a snout like a battering ram and about a dozen fins down its side. Floats through the aether. But doesn't really care what's in its way. It goes through, rather than around."

Brunnhilde has posed:
"It it fast?" Brunnhilde asks. She's already considering a harpoon. But she pauses to ponder 'meat or mount' and from the description it could be suited to either. So she queries, "Meat or mount?"

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"Depends on where it's coming from," Amanda replies. "If it's just cruising, I don't suppose it's much worse than car on the freeway. When it's diving after food, it's a bloody menace." She doesn't see it as a huge threat, clearly. "It's the Wyrdrakes I find more problematic." She grins at her friend. "You'd like those. Probably make you break a sweat. If only from their fire."

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Sounds like fun." The exiled Valkyrie grins, and for a brief moment bloodlust sparks in her eyes. It's been too long since she's punched someone. She could use a bloody good bar brawl. Or a skirmish with fire-breathing extra-dimensional horrors.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda chuckles now. "Well," she says, gesturing toward a wall. A stout door appears in the stonework. "Feel free to go hunting. Just make sure you clean off the grume before you enter the library proper or Patrick will fry a circuit."

Brunnhilde has posed:
"So this crystal-key-thingy can open a door to a shower?" Brunnhilde plucks at the pendant on her chest. "Or does robo-Jeeves come with his own hose?" She raises an eyebrow conveying terrible implications.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda blinks. And then laughs. It's a bright sound, her eyes dancing. "If you want him to hose you down, I'm sure he'd oblige." The very thought of it amuses her greatly. That would certainly be an epic battle. "But, yes. There's a shower. A rather nice bath, too, if you prefer." That's the nice thing about magical spaces. They're very accommodating.

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunhilde grins. "Bitchin."

And then she lifts up her arm and sniffs her armpit. Her face scrunches up with mild disgust. "A bath, you say?" A proper bath, Asguardian mead, the possibility of something to fight in the near future. Her day just got a whole lot better.