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Shuri	Shuri has been in the states for the better part of a day and already she's gotten herself up to things for which she probably wouldn't recieve official approval from the King of Wakanda. Since the Dora Milaje are ''snitches'', Tachi'a, who has watched over the Princess for as long as the Princess has been able to walk, immediately notified T'Challa that his sister was meeting with one Bucky Barnes. They're just now returning, in fact. The armored vehicle pulls up to deposit the slickly dressed Shuri, sporting black threads in a blaiser cut coat with no under shirt, black slacks, and black slips. All of it in vibranium monoweave fibers of Shuri's design, her hip length braids are pulled into a neat tail down the center of her back. And she has her gauntlets, but when doesn't shit? "I will need to return to Wakanda to pick up a few things from my lab." She's speaking to one of the assistants who have stepped out to meet her, "But I should see T'Challa before I leave, just so he does not think I am ignoring him while in America..." The assistant nods and sets off to arrange travel plans too and from Wakanda. Shuri, and Tachi'a, make their way into the embassey, with the Princess already working on something by way of a holoprojection illuminating off her left gauntlet.
T'Challa	"Shuri!" T'Challa's voice is in the air before he can be seen. The doors of the Embassy are open and the King of Wakanda is already storming through them. Normally, his own Dora Milaje are capable of keeping up with him but this is one of those moments where he is using Big Brother Speed and that's something different altogether. They do follow along after him. One of them offers a smirk in Tachi'a's direction. This is going to be good. T'Challa looks like he's about to have a bit of a fit as he stomps to meet Shuri across the massive yard. He's wearing all black, as almost always usual from the slacks to the soft turtleneck and more traditional footwear because there's always a bit of tradition when T'Challa is involved. His Black Panther necklace hangs around his neck as well. But he doesn't look mad so much as -- brotherly? "Were you just not going to tell me you were here? And to see /who/?" Oh yes, there is some explaining that needs to be done and T'Challa's doing that brotherly arm crossing trope where he is expecting an immediate explanation.
Shuri	The sound of T'Challa's voice is quite enough to inform Shuri of her securities 'trechery' and she casts a baleful glare back over her shoulder at Tachi'a who has grown quite use to those withering stares. She stands dutifully, until T'Challa has closed the distance, then moves off to be with her sisters where they might watch the fireworks from a safe, secure, distance. "Brother!" Shuri is all smiles when she turns to face the King, whatever she was working on disappears back into her gauntlet so that she can spread her arms out wide... only for him to pull up short and cast his arms in a 'big brother mad' position across his chest. "No, no it is nothing like that..." She waves her hand instead, buzzing with a click of her tongue off the roof of her mouth. "A friend said he needed me to see something important, is all. Nothing to be concerned about, besides, you were in meetings all morning." Because of course she access to his schedule. What are they going to do? Keep her out? Fat chance of that. Still grinning, she rests gauntlet clad hands on her jutting hips. "I see you are not wearing the foot wear I sent you." Nodding down at his feet. "Tradition will not prevent corns and bunions, you know? tsk tsk."
T'Challa	"Do not change the subject." T'Challa can't even keep up his big brother arm cross trope for much longer and those arms drop down to his sides. "... Besides, I lost the left shoe somewhere in New Jersey." With that small confession done, T'Challa relents on being overprotective for the moment and reaches out to hug his sister "I would've cancelled my meetings for you so do not think that you are off the hook completely. It is great to see you, though." There. Now T'Challa has resorted to his more normalized tone. "What is this important thing that you needed to see? I would very much like to see it as well. I am sure that two Wakandans can be of much greater assistance." Okay, maybe there's just a bit of his big brother tone lingering. "Are you staying for good or is this just a visit so that you can try to make it to Burning Man?"
Shuri	Shuri doesn't wither under T'Challa's tone and stare, than does Tachi'a under her own. She stands there with her hands on her hips, grinning despite how 'serious' the King is trying to be, until he gives up and wraps her in a hug... which she returns. Squeezing him around his waist, before releasing him and taking a step back. "you /lost/ it in /New Jersey/? TAAAA... why are you in this place?" She says of Jersey, mostly in jest. Always with that sarcastic little grin for which she is quite well known where it pretains to her brother. One hand comes off her hip, waving through the air. "A project that he wants me to work on, it is nothing, I assure you. Besides, it will bring me to the States more frequently, which is what should be the important take-away from all of this." Burning Man, she laughs and shrugs thin shoulders. "Why can I not do both? Maybe I will go to Freaknik next year hmm?" As if that would ever be allowed to happen! Big grin, she waves for him to follow. "Come, I have a replacement pair of sneakers for you." Because it helps him sneak. She's not as witty as she thinks she is.
T'Challa	"I was Avengering. It is not a nice place. I did not wish to go back for it." T'Challa almost seems like he's remembering a terrible experience or something. There's something about New Jersey that he just does not want to remember. Which is also why he's just kind of waving off the memories of that place. Even if someone may be running around there with one high tech shoe. T'Challa just keeps his eyes narrowed at Shuri during her explanation. "You are being coy. I do not like when you are being coy." But he does not press. Maybe it is something top secret. Or something he does not need on his plate at the moment. "You will involve me if needed, right?" He's sure she will but he wants to make sure the offer is out there and on the table. "Freaknik?!" T'Challa brings his scowl back to his face and that gaze re-narrows on Shuri with the quickness. "There will be no freaking of niks. That is off limits." He stands his ground on that point long enough for Shuri to be making her way towards the embassy. "Off limits!" is added before he eventually follows. ... How did she know he needed another pair of sneakers?! Squint!
Shuri	"PA'E'LAH! There is not Nik freaking at Freaknik, Brother! It is a festival..." There is a lot of nik freaking a freaknik. Shuri continues down the hallways leading to her one of her satelite labs, where she could do must about anything imaginable, but pales in comparison to what she has back home in Wakanda. "There is music, food.. do you not keep up with cultural trends?" Whatever she's trying to achieve, it certainly seems to have worked. Distract t'Challa from whatever she's up to. A grin on her face, "Of cooourse I will involve you if needed, do not worry! Why do you worry so much.. I am a reasonable, neigh, responsible adult.." A pat of his upper arm, a gentle squeeze, and she whips around to one of the ''3D printers'' that work almost exclusively in vibranium. Assuring whatever her gauntlet is programming it to reproduce is of the worlds heighest quality. Shuri's involvement will almost surely make it stylish. "Avengering.. you are always Avenging. I believe I will apply at MIT so that I can be in America full time. I have discuss this with mother, but she says I need to have your approval." A pause, "I will go ahead and put in my application." Assuming she's got it without, actually, asking for it.
T'Challa	"No, Shuri. Not all of us have spare time to Netflix and Chill Out." T'Challa has no idea what he's saying but sometimes those memes come across his desk or computer screen. They are inescapable. That is what is wrong with America. And that is the tone of his voice as well. He is not as well versed in the meme culture but he knows it exists. And he would very much like to eradicate it. "What do you need a festival for? You should be doing something productive anyway. Or reading." "M.I.T.?" T'Challa almost looks proud. He even stands up a bit straighter as he wanders over to look at what the printer is doing. Whatever it is doing it is flawless. "Are you not far beyond the level of brilliance needed to attend that school?" T'Challa looks up and over in Shuri's direction. "Not that I do not want you to attend but look at what you are doing here?" T'Challa motions to the 3D printer, then the gauntlet then the lab itself. "I simply wonder what M.I.T. could offer you." T'Challa frowns as his mind thinks of a few scenarios. Squint. "... You are attempting to attend a rager, aren't you? You will not be raging against any machine. If you go to school, you will be focused on academics and productivity. Not Big Willie or his Style!" That's close enough to an approval, isn't it?
Shuri	"No! I am not attempting to attend a ''rager''..." Shuri uses her fingers to quote this, trying her damnest not to roll her eyes at her culturally stunted older brother. While the printer continues creating a new pair of sneakers for him, perfectly sized, stylish, she stands with her hands on her hips considering him. Then goes against her usual to answer it honestly. "Very little." M.I.T. is unlikely to teach her much of anything academically. Point of fact, she could probably TEACH at the institute at an unusually high level given her age and lack of formal education, but... "At least not academically... Socially?" She motions around at the lab, at the Embassy, then between them and the Dora Milaje trying to stand just out of view of them while keeping an eye. "The organization of going to classes, living my life as an adult." Obviously she'll be watched like a hawk the whole time. Just because she's in college doesn't make her less a Princess, afterall. "Yes, there will be parties, I am sure, but that is not the point. The point is to engage in social activities with people who are, nominally anyways, my peers."
T'Challa	T'Challa squints. There is a long moment of squinting. He knows when he's being played and he often knows when Shuri's being honest. It takes him a moment but the squinting finally goes away in favor of trusting the words coming out of his sister's mouth. He almost does not want to but he knows that the Dora Milaje will just inform him of anything that goes awry and if he has to burn that school to the ground then so be it. "Very well. You can go to M.I.T." T'Challa holds up a finger. "But just because you are smarter than the entire faculty, you will pass every course with flying colors and not miss a single class or assignment." There are a couple of terms that he's got to lay down. "Oh and not attending class by hologram." Just in case she was thinking it. T'Challa is unsure about these social interactions but the Dora Milaje will be around and so various treachery will be stabbed and handled before it can get too close. "Having you over here with me will be fun." There. A bit of honesty from T'Challa that time. As if he were going to do anything that would send her away. Having his sister around is going to keep him on his toes and make it feel as much like home as it can.
Shuri	While Shuri may have played up that she 'knew' he would give her permission, and she was pretty certain she could convince him in the long term, recieving it still brings a huge grin to her face.. and he's rewarded with another hug! An excited squeal. Then she composes herself, tugging at her blaiser where it opens over her pierced belly button. It's very tasteful. "I promise! Boyscouts honor!" Two fingers held up, cultural appropriation. It goes both ways. Just as the printer beeps that it has finished and she turns to grip the sneakers, held together in one hand. She extends them out to him with the toes dangling downward, "You must promise you do not leave these in... Gotham.. or something. Avoid places like Jersey." She teases. Once he's taken them, she crosses her arms, "I will be heading back to Wakanda, but I will be back tomorrow. We can go to have American food.. Hotdogs... uhh.. other American food." Her grin widens, with the Assistant waiting at the doorway trying not to interrupt or, by presence, accidentally interrupt. "My ride is here! It is good to see you, brother. I will send mother your love!" She's moving quickly, another side hug, and she's on the way to meet up with Tachi'a and her Embassy assistant.