Owner	Pose
Alexander Aaron	It was after the encounter with the Adaptoid that Alexander decided he was hungry, so he dragged Angela to the John's and ordered two large. The pizza hadn't come yet so the pair were forced to suffer each others company without cheese for a moment. "So. You like swords?" he asked, his rizz was epic.
Angela	Angela has been dragged to this pizza joint by an exuberant youth she's apparently partnering with for some SHIELD crap, "Yes swords," she comments blandly. She takes the sword from her hip and puts it on the table with a clatter, "Sharp swords."
Alexander Aaron	"Nice." he admitted blandly. "So whats your deal, you're not human are you?" he wondered, seeming fearless, and why wouldn't he be. He did look at the sword briefly as if he was compelled to because he brought it up.
Angela	Angela smirks, "My deal? Do you mean where I am from?" she wonders at his question, "No I am not human. I am from the realm of Heven," she explains. She shakes her head, "You young ones have strange questions."
Alexander Aaron	"My bad." he admitted, "You ask the questions then." he offered, seeming content to sip his coke and stare at her, waiting for whatever would come next. He had odd eyes, this was more obvious now then previously. His eyes gave the impression something was inside his skull and staring back at you.
Angela	Angela raps her fingers on the table and hmms, "Very well," she mutters, "Have you heard what our next assignment is yet?" she wonders, "I have been told to offer you consult and advice," she explains helpfully.
Alexander Aaron	"I haven't." he admitted, "I'm sure it will be something no one else wants to do." he said dourly. "We didn't even scratch that 'bot. If they send us after it again what do we do differently?"
Angela	Angela frowns, "Well we'll have to think of something, won't we?" she asks, "Tis worthy of our problem solving," she chuckles. "Perhaps we might borrow the magic of...somebody. Or a teleporter who can zip a bomb in where it counts. What is your idea?" she wonders.
Alexander Aaron	"Well, my idea was to ask my consultant." he said, smirking handsomely and then distracted by two large hot cheesy pizza's set down before them. "Beyond that would say some sort of EMP. Or see if Superman is free and slip him 20 bucks to toss that thing into the Sun." said the youth as he slipped a slice off the pan and onto his paper plate. "But I guess the best thing to do would be to check the databases to see how these things have been handled in the past."
Angela	Angela chuckles, "Twenty bucks for Superman, that's funny," she comments and then has a drink from her glass as she thinks about what he's said. Afterward, she adds, "Yes, perhaps you are right. I think we could ...procure one of the EMPs from our friends. Do you know how to operate it?" she wonders, "I would not be capable of helping with that, unless you want it thrown at thy foe."
Alexander Aaron	"Don't sell yourself short." he admonished her. He ate most of one slice before wiping his mouth and speaking again, "I'm sure there's a youtube video I can watch. There's a tutorial for just about anything." he finished the first slice and started on the second, seeming voraciously hungry. "Could you get your hands on a magic sword?"
Angela	Angela shrugs, "Not any more magic than Xiphos," she says and pats the sword crowing the table top, "My direct approach seemed not to work very well," she comments, "Didn't you say we could track the robot signal?"