987/Meetings and Meetings Again

Meetings and Meetings Again
Date of Scene:	05 April 2020
Location:	Themysciran Embassy
Synopsis:	In the Elegant Embassy of the Themyscirans, Phoebe Beacon and Alexander Aaron make acquaintences. He puts up with some *really* dumb jokes.
Cast of Characters:	Alexander Aaron, Phoebe Beacon

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Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The end of the business day at the Themysciran embassy and things are in the last few moments of a rush. People bustle around the place, wandering hither and yon as something seems to be afoot with representatives and aids moving at a good clip, pausing to compare notes, and then hurtle ever onwards to their tasks.
    It's a curious tableau to enter upon as the youth from Olympus emerges through those glass double doors that lead out onto the streets of Manhattan. Normally here is someone there to greet and to offer kind words and directions. But in this moment of hectic activity there is no one. And, to be fair, that blond headed youth appears out of place.
    He'd blend in with the nation's teenagers of today, what with his unkempt wild hair, and his clothes a few sizes too large. Sneakers on his feet, blue jeans, and a black t-shirt that proclaims prominently, 'TEAM BANZAI!' on the front is all that he wears. Though he does carry an ever-present backpack upon one shoulder.
    Briefly he lifts a hand to try and gain someone's attention, "Excuse me."
    "Please wait a moment, sir." The Amazonian aid tells him. So he nods...
    And takes a seat on the nearby bench.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    A moment later, a young woman comes in, wearing work-out pants and a good pair of sneakers. She appears to have booked it hard, running from somewhere, her cheeks a little flushed as she nearly skids to a stop near the aid, looking around for one of the guards or aids, and gives a soft huff out, checking her phone and -- perhaps determining she was too late (or a few days too early!), the young woman with dark skin and a gray sweatshirt gives a huff. She looks utterly out-of-place in the embassy itself.

    "... I don't even know if Cassie's in." she mutters to herself, rubbing the back of her head as she taps her pockets, trying to find her phone -- which is already in her hand.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    One of the aids rushing around takes long enough to stop and smile to Phoebe, "Hello, Miss Beacon, if you'll forgive us we will be with you as soon as possible. Please, do be so kind as to have a seat?" And with that said they motion to the bench there and the set of chairs in what looks like a waiting area or conversation nook. But surely suitable to pass some time.
    "A representative will be with you shortly." The smile is given and with that the aid then moves off back into the office area, which leaves the young woman there.
    With the tow-headed youth who is already seated, though he lifts a hand to offer a greeting. "Heyas."
    He does grab his backpack, however, and pulls it a little closer under his feet so she has the option to choose where to sit if she likes, even as he turns his head to the side to look off in the direction of the hustle and the bustle. His eyebrow quirks as he offers sidelong, perhaps to himself, perhaps to her. "Wonder what's up."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Thank you very much." Phoebe gives a grin, and gives a slight wince. Eh, she's still working on the naming thing,

    She quietly goe off to the side, and takes a seat near the blond teen, and gives him a slight smile.

    "Hello!" she greets him, and she gives a slight wave. She might even be sitting close enough that her magical power might be felt -- it doesn't seem to be closed off all the way, and makes everyone around her feel relatively good, in general. Very positive!

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The personnel continue rushing one way and another. Until a good portion of them head into the rear areas and the offices of the embassy itself. It leaves the two teenagers there left to their own devices save for one of the guards holding vigil near the entrance.
    As for Alexander, he doesn't exactly exude positivity, but there is something curious about him. And, to be fair, that casual smile given is handsome enough even if the hazel eyes might seem faintly eerie. But her manner is a warm thing even if he doesn't key in to start with that subtle power.
    "Alexander," He offers a hand as he sits up a little and reaches over, his other hand lightly touching the center of his t-shirt indicating himself as he makes that laconic introduction. Then he cants his head to the side, "This is.. I think, he first time they've made me wait since I've started coming here."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Oh! Phoebe. My apologizes. I'm a friend of Cassie's. Kinda. Complicated." she states, rubbing the back of her neck in an awkward manner as she gives a slight smile. "This is only my second time coming here -- but I think I'm a day or so early for a plan. Guess I got excited." she laughs.

    "So, you're a constant visitor to the embassy then? Must be someone pretty important."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "I wouldn't say /constant/," Alexander's smile is a little wry as he settles back into his seat, pushing his backpack under the coffee table in front of them with the toe of his sneaker before he turns to face her more directly, bringing his leg up onto the seat between the as he tilts his head one way... then the other. "I mean, I sort of have a life. Kinda." A pause, then he adds, "Maybe."
    That said his smile eases a bit as he murmurs, "Diana's my aunt. Cassie's my cousin. I think." He bites his lower lip a little as he ponders, eyes lowering a little, "Not sure, only met her once. She's a bit of a brat though." He nods sagely, as if his judgment were a universal truth to be believed beyond all things.
    "But no, not hugely important I'd say."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe blinks a moment, sort of knowing the background, and her eyebrows rise up. She crosses her arms in an amused fashion, her head tilting one way as he looks Alexander up and down, and then her shoulders shrug up a little bit as she admits, quietly:

    "Ah. Well, Cassie has been helping me with ome lesons, and I.. came here to see if Diana was about to ask advice. They're both very smart and very strong women, and I'm pretty fortunate that a mutual friend asked them to help on my behalf." she explains, and rubs the back of her neck awkwardly.

    "... she didn't seem like a brat. She seemed pretty nice, actually."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Perhaps Phoebe can't tell but suddenly he's charmed as she leaps to the defense of his cousin. Those pale blue eyes that slip toward the green glimmer with amusement as he murmurs, "Oh trust me, total brat. Be sure to tell her when you see her next, Alexander, that cool kid son of the best dad ever, thinks she's a brat."
    That bit of wisdom having been imparted he lifts his chin and then asks, oh so nosily, "What lessons has she been helping you with?" He shifts his weight a little to lean on the back of the sofa, one elbow resting there so he can support his chin in his hand.
    "They do a lot of training here, and a lot of community outreach, it's kind of nice."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I certainly will *not* tell Cassie she is a brat, I'll end up tossed on the roof!" Phoebe protests playfully, nd she gives a little grin, leaning back in her chair.

    "Ah... philosophy, history, methodology, combat training -- a bit of everything. I've... always been fascinated, with the group as a whole. Their culture is amazing, and the generosity they have shown in the city, to everyone is remarkable. And their outreach and participating in cultural exchange programs and charity work? Something I can definitely appreciate. My local community is in need of some better outreach. Maybe they should put a sattilite in Gotham." Phoebe jokes.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    he tow-headed youth rolls his eyes at her protest, but the smile on his features gives that gesture the hint of a lie as he grins then shakes his head. "Fiiiine, but now." He affects a stern manner as he offers, "We are sworn enemies."
    And yet that doesn't seem to stop him from continuing the conversation easily enough. "To be fair though, I wasn't always a fan. My father never got along with Ms. Prince, though he was sort of... fair in his statements about her. But I just started to have a sort of negative feeling. But then I met her and she surprised me."
    He bites his lower lip a little, "I didn't know they were offering combat training though, his arms fold over his chest as he hrms reflectively. "That might be a fun thing to sit in on just to see how they conduct things."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I really don't need any more sworn enemies. I blog. I have plenty of sworn enemies with far worse grammar." the dark-haired girl replies, "Can we downgrade that to 'on occasion we give each other crap but still get along okay?' Is there a term for that?" she questions, leaning back against her chai again as she watches Alexander with mild curiosity.

    "I honestly can see people not getting along with Diana. She's really quite intimidating..." the girl admits quietly, her shoulders rising up a moment before she looks back to Alexander.

    "Oh, well, I'm sure it's a favor for a mutual friend. I needed some self-defense lessons."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Ah," Lips parting with understanding, Alexander settles back against the side of the bench, leaning to the side to ponder the puzzle that is Phoebe Beacon. His head tilts to the side, "Was about to say if the Amazons were conducting military drills and drumming up recruits that'd be another thing entirely."
    But as he says that his smile shifts a little wry, perhaps just making light. Then again perhaps not. "But alright, occasional crap-givers is an alright designation." Then there's a beat and he shifts direction again asking curiously, "So you're still in school or heading to college soon?" There's a glance given toward the door to the office where all of those representatives wandered to, but still no sign of what was causing the ruckus of before.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Oh, still in school. I'm considering whether I want to pursue journalism, something in the medical field, or front-end programming." she replies, and then she gives a small 'eh heeeeeh' "I don't... I mean, they're like, way up here --" she brings her hand up as far as she can stretch, "And I'm pretty much like--" she brings her hand waist level, blowing a raspberry. "But they're encouraging, really nice people. I don't think they mind me hanging around so much."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Still," Alexander looks at Phoebe and for a moment there might be a hint of a shadow that flickers across those pale hazel eyes, his expression considerate but still a little distant. "You should be careful spending a long time in the company of various and sundry Greeks connected to Olympus."
    He glances again at the door, still no sign of Diana nor the others, but then his attention returns to her. "There's a reason that most mortals who spend time around them usually have a bad end."
    He shifts his weight to the side and pulls his foot up on his knee, pulling it closer almost like a half-lotus from yoga though this is more just lazy lounging on the benchseat. "The Fates like to take a hand in things and when the thread of a god or hero rubs with the thread of a mortal usually one of the threads frays and snaps."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "There's an argument there that most mortals who've spent time around Greek Gods either end up as lessons or weirdly, parents." Phoebe counters, crossing her arms a moment. "Besides, you don't hear about the boring interactions in Greek Myth. Other than the Mysterious Strangers tale, which has been adapted into pretty much every culture and even Christian legendry. Galatea and Pygmilion turned out all right."

    She gves a sad smile.

    "BEsides... Fate, Destiny, Grimdark Future, whatever you'd want to call it has already visited me. I'm here to help and learn."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    For a time the way he looks at her, there's sort of a tilt to his gaze that one might imagine he has something more to say. But he did give that caution, social obligation has been discharged, so with that same pained look he shrugs as if it's not a big deal and murmurs, "Yer prolly right."
    That said he uncurls a hand, "So what school are you going to? I have... about two months left in Happy Harbor and them it's off to ESU for... who knows what. Still figuring out a major, no idea yet."
    He rests his hands upon the shin that's in his lap, yes distancing for a moment and then back to her. "But I don't necessarily feel rushed to do it."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "You're the second one I've met who goes to Happy Harbor." she gives a wry grin, leaning back in her chair.

    "Also, I love mythology, theology, legendry, and everything... ah.. please don't take the previous statement as meanness. Classical era. All that." she winces quietly, then rubs the back of her head.

    "I go to a school in Gotham. Public."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The youth's eyes light a bit at that, his eyebrows raising as his smile slips a little warm, "Gotham's a really interesting town." He offers his insight there though doesn't elaborate too much. "Though I've only been there a handful of times, but each time something out of the ordinary happened."
    Which could be both good and bad.
    But then he addresses her prior statement as his lip slips upward, "I have a sort of soft spot for the classical era as well, though I spent a good chunk of my life trying to ignore it for various reasons."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Gotham is an amazing city... I just wish it could maybe be a little less 'crazy violent' and a little more hopeful." she states, rubbing the back of her head. "Kinda tired of having my backpack searched when I go to school."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Oh but you shouldn't mind it if you have nothing to hide." The way he says those words, it's clear he doesn't believe what he's saying, the tone shifting to one of mild incredulity and his face twisting with a hint of annoyance.
    "Reminds me of the whole Ben Franklin thing, those who would surrender freedoms for security deserve neither? Or something like that. Might not have even been Franklin to be fair." Those pale hazel eyes lift upwards thoughtfully, but then he looks back down at her.
    "But meh, needs must I suppose."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Absolutely that was Ben Franklin. For a man who literally hid skeletons in his closet, quite the wisdom came from him -- but in our case, it's because a couple years back someone dressed up as one... as the Joker for Halloween. And proceded to stab a teacher in the lungs." Phoebe replies with such gentle conversational tone, as if it were a not-quite-every-day occurance.

    "I mean, I do mind, because I bring tons of books to class and I hate moving them all around so the guard can poke his flashlight, but meh is right. Nothing I can do about right at this minute. Except maybe carry less books." she jokes.

    "So, how about you, Alex? What are you considering pursuing?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The tow-headed youth twists his features up into a grumpy tilt, his eyes slipping to the side before returning that curious gaze back to her. A small grunt of noise escapes him before he replies, "Still hammering on that. I have a fair amount of things that take up some of my time, but not something that I should consider a career or something to pursue really."
    He rests one hand upon his shin, while the other pulls at pieces of debris that cling to the cuff of his pants leg, lightly just picking off small burrs from the spring flowers having started to bloom. "I like to fence, I like to train, practice some martial arts. But not exactly something I can imagine doing as a job."
    But then his head lifts a little, "Then again also kind of hard imagining having a job." His nose crinkles a little as if he smelled something funny. "I don't know. Archeology?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Good field, if you like digging in the dirt and being compared to certain movie adventurers." Phoebe replies playfully. "I had also considered anthropology. The History of finding out where we come from, who we are, why we are.. but, I suppose it's a personal thing, not knowing where I come from." she reaches over, and plucks another little bur from the blond youth, and holds it, delicately, on her fingers a moment.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    For a time he's lightly just taking those small seeds from his pants leg, small little burrs with tiny tiny hooks that allow them to cling to cloth and legs when people wander past, curious bits of biology.
    But then he's looking up as she so brazenly steals one of his burrs, his lips twist into a small smirk as he murmurs, "Hey that's mine." As if she stole his favorite baseball hat. But he goes right on picking at it and murmurs, "You said you practiced a martial art, or were you just meaning self-defense?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I study Aikido. Picked it up from my dad. Some people play catch, some people fix cars, my dad and I spent time throwing people around rooms." she jokes.

    She holds up the seed pod with its hooks, and makes a very stern face.

    "So, if this is yours, would it make it Aaron's Burr?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    A snort, "Set it on fire and it'd become Phoebe's Beacon?" He lightly nudges her chidingly with his knee before he reaches down to his backpack and lifts it up, slinging it over his shoulder. "On that note... you have driven me off."
    He drops his foot from his knee and pushes himself to his feet sloooowly, then stretches out rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder until there's a faint crackle from his neck. Heaving a small sigh, "I think I'll comeback and try to see people tomorrow. If you're gonna stay around good luck and all that."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Oh... well, be safe in your travels then, nice to meet you then, Alex. See you around, maybe." she smiles, and she looks over, and gives the secretary a wave before she grabs her own bag.