Owner	Pose
Longshot	It has been a few weeks, and Longshot still has no idea who he is, what he is, or why he is. He knows he is lucky, he knows he can make people smile. He has tried to be a hero, been confused for a villain, and learned that the green paper he keeps finding everywhere on the ground makes things happen and gets him stuff. Tonight, he is sitting on a rooftop watching the people go by, and gazing upward. The stars have fascinated him because ... well, he does not remember his prior life, but somehow, he feels as if seeing stars is unique for him.
Spiral	The constellations are being quite predictable tonight. To those terrestrial inhabitants of the world they could probably point out the little scoop and the big scoop of glittering raisins. Those laughably abstract lions, tiger and bears that they've somehow constructed invisible lines between the pinpoint waypoints to imagine celestial beings. One of them is moving. Planes and helicopters look different than this. It starts off small, doesn't blink, and grows in intensity until the darn thing is veering, like a drunk driver. Stars aren't supposed to make humming noises either. Or give a triumphant cackle. It's not a star at all, but a being acting like an intoxicated starlet behind the wheels of a BMW. Minus the car of course. Spiral, surrounded by a nimbus of bright light coming in like an angel kicked out of heaven, arms outstretched like some sort of spider coming down from the light fixture above one's head while spread out on a bed.
Longshot	That is not something Longshot has seen before. Well, he has, but only briefly, and then it left. This time... He looks up in the direction of the approaching Spiral, and cycles through what he knows of this world. Mutant? Hero? Villain? And most importantly? Friend or foe? He scrambles up from his seat at the edge of the roof and stands facing the approaching image, waiting to see if it introduces itself. All he can do is offer a smile. That has worked so far.
Spiral	Spiral really missed out on doing a signature superhero landing. Maybe it's forbidden because of where she lands on the alignment chart. Instead, her velocity becomes less meteoric and more the velocity of a bird of prey gaining a perch. Her signature fur-lined boots ~woosh~ as her feet make contact with the rooftop, boots crunching as they clop down. The helmet, alos somehwat signature, keeps most of her hair falling the right way and just the tips stolen by the wind. "Mumbling Mojos...It's ~you~." A pair of hands go to Spiral's hips while the others shake out some tension in her muscles, her flight not needing flapping motions, but absolutely needing hocus-pocus gestures. "Finally." Then there's a moment of skeptic thought. "It is ~you~ right? Arize didn't thaw out some clone did he? You're not a friggen Skrull are ya?" She leans in and starts...sniffing.
Longshot	The spectacle is observed quietly for a moment, although Longshot's head tilts in a rather birdlike fashion when she mentions 'you'. He does not know who he is, of course, so he can neither confirm nor deny. But it is interesting. He studies the woman - well, likely a woman - and her multitude of arms with fascination. Something tickles his mind that this is not right, and not just because every human he has seen, himself included, has two arms and two legs. But more fingers. She has WAY more fingers. "I am not sure who you think I am," he says, standing stead as she leans in to sniff, his eyes moving to try to keep apace with her own. "But I am happy to hear who you think I am, because if I am who you think I am, then I would rather like to know that." He smiles. "Please."
Spiral	Spiral's expression alternates between being dubious and confused, which probably look pretty similar. Her lips purse and her tongue writhes around the inside of her mouth while she tries to collect her marbles in an orderly row. Slowly, that expression smoothes out all the creases and she lifts her chin. She takes a deep breath. "You're Longshot. You don't want to hear all my thoughts." A hand raises to her temple and does a little whirly-gesture. "I'll be civil, on the chance...the slim chance, you aren't playing a game with me right now, and pretending. I had enough of that when I had to babysit y-...Nevermind. I'm getting off-script." A sigh. "You're a one-time partner, a one-time fellow slave, a one-time fellow dupe, and...all-the-time horsehoe up your tush individual." She adds, "You owe me ten bucks." "You're a leaf on the wind my friend." She smiles sweetly. "And frequently on the business end of a leaf blower held by a Landcaper named Mojo." "Okay, now do me!" she says with some excitement, until a split-second later realizing...Yeah. This is going to be one-sided if this situation is for real.
Longshot	"Right. A wager that is unlikely to be won. I have won my fair share of those, I have been told. Well, more than my fair share." Longshot studies Spiral as she continues, and each role she names earns a bit more of a contemplation. "Were we part of the same act, partners?" he asks. "I have been told by a few that I am an acrobat, and that I probably came from a circus. Was I part of a circus, and did we perform together?" He frowns at the notion of being a slave, but does not comment on that. Again he frowns, reaching into his pocket. "I'm afraid that I spent all my money, although I truly wish I could give it to you if I had it." His eye flashes for a moment, as he continues. "Who is Mojo?" He blinks at her request, taking a moment to study her again. "Um, do you how?" His thought on the implications of that statement is disrupted as he sees something fluttering just to the side of Spiral. "Oh, hey!" He darts forward and snatches a piece of paper from where it was flowing on an etty of air in the breeze. He glances at it, and then hands it to Spiral. "Here you go." A crisp ten dollar bill. How about that?
Spiral	Spiral's eyes dart to the side as Lady Luck provides Longshot with another blessing. This seems to fluster her, bringing colour to her cheeks despite how frosty it makes her want to be. A hand reaches out to nab the bit of paper which she starts to do some origami upon. Fiddle-fiddle-fiddle. While two hands are doing their manipulations on legal tender, she cocks her hips and cants her head to regard Longshot. Sizing up again. "Yes, we were partners. The best partners. Not around here though, back...home." she enunciates that last word longer than necessary like she was caught in slow-mo. She snaps out of that and frowns. "You're such a goody two shoes sometimes." she shakes her head. "You stay away from anyone whose name starts with ~M~, mmmkay? Mojo, Magneto, Moon Knight and Modok...That letter of the alphabet is unlucky. Now, names that start with ~S~, like mine, Spiiiiral...that's fine. You can trust me. Because we were partners, see? Yeah, we worked in a circus. Of sorts. Flippy, skippy, whippy tricks, falls, death defying stuff for bucks and bright lights. That's ancient history though. Now, see, we don't work for none of those big wigs or big bastards. We're on our own. On this planet. Got it?"
Longshot	Instantly believing Spiral's words, Longshot beams his brilliant carefully constructed smile at her when she says they were the best partners. "I am excited to have a partner!" For a moment, it looks like he might try to hug her. But he does not. "That does make a sense, given what I can do. I am sure you are very good at what you do, too!" Hearing tales of his old life somehow fill him with happiness. "Where was home?" He looks around for a moment, nervously. "It is not New Jersey, right?" As she continues, he thinks to himself. "I get it. We are on our own, and do not work for them." He looks at her and smiles. "But we're not on our own, not really. We have each other! We are partners, right?" He does not quite seem to catch onto the verb tenses.
Spiral	Spiral smiles back. It's not as natural and winning as Longshot. A bit green or greasy as she makes like an inadequate Mime mirroring a subject. "Yeah, partners." The p-word is a bit loaded, and she swallows down the idea of divulging more history. The info dump she could take right now defies all sense of decency. "It's not Jersey, no. I think that'd be a pretty unlucky start." "But yeah, you got it. So, you gotta use your gut, or my head, if you find yourself getting surrounded by those alphabety clubs, mmmkay? X-milfs, X-farce, Avengers ass-emblies, Testy Titans, Just-us Loogies, Fartastic Four, whenever you run into those...Just remember you don't owe them nothing. No matter who you fall in with, you protect yourself, and remember you're numero uno." "And never fill out a raffle ticket for a free Cruise." A pause. "And don't drink tap water." Another pause. "Don't eat hot dogs from corner stores."
Longshot	There is a lot of advice in there. Longshot nods along with each and every point. His nose wrinkles a bit at the way she pronounces partners. Like it means something other than a performing duo. But what that could be, he has no idea. Maybe he will ask the person at the milkshake place. "I don't think I'm more important than anyone else, though," he finally says, after processing each of her assertions. "I may not owe them anything, but there is nothing wrong with helping others. In fact, is that not what we are all supposed to do?" He looks at Spiral again, thinking critically. "You were my partner. So you helped me help people, right? Or did we just perform?" He rubs at his face. "And where are we from, if not...here?"