Owner	Pose
Wilson Fisk	The large tower know to the city as Fisk Tower. Recently finished lying dormant for too long, has the man been absent. Up high into the sky, but the man himself is at work in a greenhouse---the sun glinting off the glass, as it is mid-day. A businessman's life is stressful work, add in it the need to keep to his strict vegan diet. To combat that, the man known to the world as Mr. Wilson Fisk has built a garden on his Fisk Tower roof in all of his immense glory. Standing in his suit, as his hands are down in the soil tilling it, with a tool slowly moving the dirt planting seeds inside the greenhouse, it spans the roof, as he works in that silver suit with the purple tie. The sound of soft jazz music is drifting out of the speakers; he has been working up here for an hour; he finds it relaxes his mind, sharpens it, helps him focus on the task ahead. Dark hands stained with the soil's dirt, no gloves for this man, as he drops in a few more seeds, as he covers them up applying a little bit of water, the work is never absolutely done---the joy of gardening.
Hyperion	A recent (like 2 days ago) arrival to this world. And not from space. No, that would be too simple. Hyperion finds himself enjoying the freedom of being able to soar over the city on waves of anti-gravitons.     His senses aren't really -engaged- fully, but even in passive mode, they are more powerful than he is used to. Where he is from, the energy to absorb to fuel his powers was less prevalent. But either way, the sound of the jazz intrigues him.     Before he really realizes what he is doing, he has redirected his flight down towards that rooftop. A rooftop that he has scanned briefly before he ends up hovering just off any railing or balcony.     Out of courtesy, he doesn't just land or whatnot. It is private property, so instead he says in a resonant voice, "Forgive any intrusion, but... were there a door, I would knock."
Wilson Fisk	That large black man turns slowly, his hands covered in Soil, as he watches the hovering man. His eyes are studying, marking, noting in that stiff way a businessman can as he speaks softly, the voice is deep base, rumbling good-natured."Hello, I'm Mr. Wilson Fisk, of course, come in, and I always enjoy meeting new people, care for some strawberries, or the blackberries are coming in now." He reaches for a towel, as he turns on the water, slowly washing his dirt-covered large hands, as he nods towards the man. Drying them slowly with another towel, as his hands are offered towards Hyperion."Well, meet, are you a hero of this beautiful city, one of those keeping us safe from those that go bump in the night?"
Hyperion	"I have hopes that I might turn out such. I have only recently arrived in this world..." offers Hyperion as he lowers himself so that his feet rest on the balcony. His black costume, and golden cape contrasting well. That cape catching the wind up this high because of course it does.     His eyes crinkle as he smiles. A rare person who smiles so intensely that the smile reaches all the way to the eyes. Difficult to fake. Or at least it is generally indicative of a smile that is not plastered on.. businessman style.     "Thank you for the welcome. My chosen moniker is Hyperion." A pause as he inclines his head, "Tell me, on this Earth... that is a name from Classical Mythology also, yes?"
Wilson Fisk	"Indeed, it is a greek god, Hyperion was a titan." Mr. Fisk nods his hand is reaching into a bush, into that lush green as he starts to pick reach into a bush with his hand slowly, with tender fingers blackberries, placing them in a little plastic bowl, as he nods towards the man."Come into my garden, and I find it tastes best when made with your own hands, as they have been grown and made by you for you, nothing tastes grander in this world. Maybe a fine cigar and a glass of brandy." As he notes down the hero, with a little chuckle with nothing but pure belly rumbling mirth, the bowl is filled shortly after, as he walks towards the man offering the berries, sweet perfectly ripe."Help yourself, I find that without a filled stomach, one is not properly ready to greet and master the tasks to be done, so you're not from here. Where do you arrive from?"
Hyperion	Watching closely as the man works the plants and such, Hyperion remains silent and merely stands there while the larger man moves around and speaks. His body language is one of a man trying to absorb knowledge. Trying to figure out what is different and the same about this place as opposed to what he knew before.     But then the large man approaches with a bowl, and Hyperion inhales slowly through the nose. He nods, "I appreciate the offer of hospitality." He reaches a hand out and selects a cluster of berries. "I am from... it is difficult to explain. I am no scientist, and do not understand all of the concepts of how it happened but I am told that my energy resonates in a way that does not blend into this universe wholly. It seems that I am from Earth, but not the same Earth." A pause and he pops the berries into his mouth, eyes widening at the sweetness. "Forgive me. I seem to be rambling. But.." he says after swallowing. "Those are quite tasty. Yes." he confirms before going back to the other subject. "To answer your question. I am from here and not here at the same time."
Wilson Fisk	"I see, you are from here but there, and not complex at all. Welcome to the here." Mr. Fisk chuckles softly, as he sets the bowl down on the table next to the entrance, as he turns slowly to look over the garden."I'm going to save this city from itself, we need to restore it to the glory of yesteryear, and we need good men to help stand in the darkness, to shine lights on the corrupted and the awful. I hope we can count on your help, Hyperion." Pure passion in his voice, as his eyes turn slowly, as he reaches down into a pot, grabbing a root yanking it slowly, as he looks down at the weed. "The city has many weeds and many unwanted fruits that have crept down down deep into the soil, making the apple rotten. I have returned to my home with my business and my charities to help save it. If your goal is the hero business, you have come to the right earth; we need good men now more than ever." With that, Mr. Fisk places the weed down into a basket labeled compost as he chuckles softly."Everything has a use, but you have to make sure it is used correctly."
Hyperion	"One thing that I have learned though. At least on my world, is that one cannot bring -back- the glory of the past. One can only work to improve the future. Those who believe they are returning something good from the past should strive to simply live well in the here and now, and do their best to help others in the future." says Hyperion in his best lecturer's voice.     But then he smirks, "Forgive me. I have done far too many public appearances over the years. But I find it is far better to show... to lead by example, than to try to cut something -out-. Excising lends itself to meanings such as removing undesirables, which is exactly the wrong approach to improving a city, or a country."
Wilson Fisk	"It is good, to speak to educate the unwashed masses, you will do well in our world, no I seek to bring us to the glory, not relive it in the past. This city has always had corruption, crime, and violence; I wish to help the youths see a new path. I will be starting in Hell's Kitchen, cleaning it up. " Mr Fisk nods slowly, as his hand is resting on the wall, as he nods slowly."Come with me; I wish to show you something in my office. It is my vision of a better tomorrow. Nevermind, I have it here on my phone." Mr Fisk takes out a brand new iPhone, as he spins it sidewise, swiping it open, with a quick motion of his large hand, the phone looks like a toy in that large hand."Now, here is my vision of a new tomorrow, it is just a concept I wish to open education after school programs, all sorts of things down in Hell's Kitchen. I grew up there, and my world was so filled with no options, but I found a path through education and life. I wish to show them it can be so much more, looking to have people like you speak to the kids, to help them see what they could be. That they can be heroes."
Hyperion	Moving as if to follow for a moment, Hyperion pauses as the phone comes out. He turns and cranes his neck to peer at the display. "I see." he remarks. "And what of those establishments in place already?" he inquires. "I have seen many people who wished to improve a landscape, regardless of what it might do to those already in place. Many who viewed -their- vision of the future as the only one worth having. Everyone has their own dreams, desires, and hopes for their future. True progress is realizing the best blend of those all."     He steps back a half pace and nods then, "I will do my best to help everyone. That is the calling is it not? No one person is any more important than any other. All deserve the same chance at life, yes?"
Wilson Fisk	"Indeed, well I have a meeting to get to it. It was lovely meeting you." Mr. Fisk slowly brings out a business card fancy, black, silver writing on it."Call me if you need any help or wish to speak once I get the ball rolling. I'm still trying to find the right people to work this charity for me; I want someone down on the ground that is willing to work hands-on and make it right. I don't wish for this lazy; I feel good about myself charity, I want this done right." With that, he is walking towards the elevator with that large body as he pushes the button on the industrial-sized elevator as it dings open into it steps the monster of a man.
Hyperion	Nodding slowly, Hyperion takes the card. Awkwardly, he looks about as if wondering what to do with it. Not for the first time, he ponders installing pockets in that giant belt of his. He ends up tucking it behind the girdle part of the belt and lifting a hand. "Take care of yourself and your people. Charity is its own reward after all. Be well Mister Fisk." That said.. he's already lifting skywards....