Owner	Pose
Lorna Dane	The Queen of Genosha has been having one hell of a time lately. Being several months pregnant now and is definitely showing, but she's not letting that stop her from being a service to her people, or a service to herself.     Finding that she was craving a specific ice cream, she's gotten a pint of Ben and Jerry's Hulk flavored green ice cream. A wooden spoon to control her portions, as she idly licks on the flat of the spoon. Turning her gaze towards the woman she's requested for a meeting and now seated at a private penthouse suite in one of the hotels in Manhattan, Lorna is quietly smiling as she looks to the empty chair across from her on the balcony, waiting for the 'merc' to arrive.
Tynan Ireton	Ty had to double check her email...3 times. She had done more then a few pauses as she had done a quick and through background check to verify the information that she recieved. For people in her line of work, verifying information is insanely important. You don't want to take a job for the wrong people. This contract was sent to her Dark Caliber handle, and the attached name, was the Queen of Genosha herself. This posed more then a few questions for the young merc as she gathered her gear into subspace. And for safety sake, she did make sure to bring the plastic composite gear. Really, its just a Rugar 1911 thats almost identical to her colt 1911.     Either way, Tynan was allowed up after a through check of her. The woman was disarmed of her tech energy shield gauntlet, but past that, security found no weapons on her. A quick check on her history shows that Dark Caliber has a history of making weapons appear from nowhere, but her mutant power is mimicry...     As the young woman walks out onto the balcony, her appearence is that of a young woman, maybe in her mid 20s. She's wearing tactical armored pants, princess cut body armor, and a long coat with picture of Shiva and a Badb Cartha battle crow sitting on his shoulder. The woman has the hood on the long coat over her head to hide the tactical monocle over one of her eyes, and a half face mask that covers her mouth and nose. "Your Highness.", DC comments with a respectful gentleman's bow, though her posture is alert, and ready.
Lorna Dane	After being allowed up, Lorna didn't move from her seated position with the cup of ice cream held loosely in one hand, so that's how Tynan will find the queen. Legs crossed at the knees with a flowing dress covering her. A sun dress that looks like it's only missing the large brimmed floppy hat covering her hair with gigantic tortle sunglasses fully obscuring her.     No, Lorna sits with her face and hair exposed, sweaty as it may be from either the temps, the sun, or the state of her pregnancy. Or a mix of all three and then some situations.     Lorna lifts her wooden spoon in greeting to Tynan, "Forgive me if I don't stand up, to greet, or share in my cravings snack. I'll be sure you are compensated on the way out either way." Lorna says with a kindly smile on her face.
Tynan Ireton	Ty nods her head a bit. "I understand your situration.", she tells. "As well as all the precautions taken.", the woman adds in. She moves towards the chair, but doesn't sit down. Until its offered, the merc remains professional, and stands at a loose attention. Its been a long time since her name has been called up for a job since she's been doing work for Nettie. "Is there an issue that needs attending to? I admit curiousity in the fact that my name seems to have made its way to you, Your Majesty.", the young merc comments.     "I'm usually called for...aggersive jobs, but you don't seem to be the type that needs somebody like me to go into battle for.", Ty comments as she watches Lorna. The woman does look accross the balcony, and right at a sniper up there. More like a security Sniper watching from a distance, as well as a counter sniper that seems to be set up to cover the roof areas around. A sign of either good training, or experience, but it could also be a combination of both.
Lorna Dane	Lorna does a good job of either ignoring the trained weapons on or near her, or maybe she simply doesn't know their there. Either way, she's nonplussed about the whole situation and she takes another spoonful of green ice cream and closes her eyes softly to savor it.     "You're right." Lorna replies. "I don't need people to go into battle for me. No. It's worse than that. I need the opposite." She continues but doesn't explain further than that. She might feel it's obvious what she's asking, but it might not, she's waiting to see if Ty can sus out her meaning.     "You can sit by the way. I'm not that kind of Queen. Though I do appreciate the fact you can keep your airs about. Professional. Punctual. Curtious. I like that."
Tynan Ireton	Its more likely just a another layer of security detail for the Queen. Its fairly common to have snipers doing an overwatch detail on a VIP. The woman does sit down, still at a professional level, but some tension is out of her body. She takes a deep breath, and considers several factors. "You have need for a guard who...isn't a known guard? Somebody who blends in without being noticed, but quick enough to react to threats?", she asks. The woman blinks a few times. The ruler of Genosha would have a number of people like that...unless they might have been compromised.     Ty goes through several scenerios in her head, as well as thinking where her skills are at to do a job such as High Level VIP protection. "Also, somebody who on paper is harmless, but hides certain abilities not disclosed?", she comments. Ty takes in a deep breath, and letting it slowly out. "No offense, Your Majesty, but I was trained by a NIRA commander. I've never been on the other side of that field before."
Lorna Dane	"I'm also looking for a mutant who's capable of some level of self defense. Someone who can react to threats at my rear while I'm busy pushing forwards." Lorna says, but she purses her lips as she does so, not finding the words she truly wants to say without saying it like a dunce. "I want my throne and position secure from coups or upstarts." Lorna says, frowning still. Not finding the words she truly wants to say. "Sorry. I'm having some baby brain and I am not sure if what I'm wanting to get across is getting... across." Lorna says with a sigh before lifting the pint up to press against the side of her head.
Tynan Ireton	Ty doesn't snicker. Well, at least not outwardly. Inwardly, she's breaking professionalism to snicker. Just as long as there's no telepaths around. The woman closes her eyes, and composes herself. "You're looking for somebody whose basically trained in how to think like the enemy to safeguard the crown. Somebody whose been trained by inssurectionists who gave the British a hard time for centuries.", Ty comments. "In short, you want a terrorist to be a counter-terrorist, work in secret, and make sure that there's no hidden threats sitting under the throne, correct?", she asks.
Lorna Dane	"Yes, but also, I want it to be more than that. I want someone who can protect the civilians, and the ... Fuck. I want a Captain America for Genosha. And I know how stupid that sounds." Lorna says with a smirk but a troubled frown afterwards. She looks to Tynan. "I know I'm asking a lot of a mercenary, I know I'm expecting you to care more about your status as a mutant than you likely do, but this is how I feel in this moment." Lorna explains softly.
Tynan Ireton	Ty blinks. The first time at the thought of a mutant Captain America, and the second at the Queen's language. The woman takes a long moment to compose herself, thinking about how to phrase something so sensitive. "There is only one Captain America. And I doubt there'll ever be another. I'm not anything like him. For starters, he's haw....I mean, very boy scout-ish. I can't be boy scout-ish, and definitely not a girl scout. I can't sell cookies.", she tells.     "I'm understanding what you're saying, but I'm not sure that I can live up to such an expectation. Not to mention that I don't have nearly the same amount of skill or experience that he has.", she says. "And definitly don't have that body.", she says. There may or may not be a small be of crimson poking out from behind that mask...
Lorna Dane	"Don't get me wrong. I'm not asking you to fill that role. I'm asking you to help build a country and a world where that role could be filled by the right person. We. You nor me, are not the right person." Lorna says, allowing a breath to fall from her lips before she pulls the ice cream from her forehead.     "I'm asking if you'll be willing to help build and protect this kingdom and what that would cost me?"