| Owner | Pose |
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| Jane Foster | The Tower of Vision stands at the southern precipice of Attilan, nearly as majestic as the highest pinnacles to the north, dominating the lunar landscape beyond it. For all its secrets and hidden mysteries, it simply embodies another fascinating aspect of Inhuman culture to Jane. <<Should we have stopped in the market to acquire a proper picnic? We do have a habit of that, don't we?>> Hunger rarely bothers her. It probably acts more as a social mechanism, or a bonding one, for both of them. <<What would they think down below if you floated up there near the top of the tower, enjoying a sandwich? For that matter, if we were both free to admire the city?: Is it common to fly or have they locked down approaches sensibly?>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<Most do not consider flying about the city. Usual walking and moving about is the preferred method. There are not terribly many who can fly for that matter, it is not a necessity of our people and not one the genetic council has sought to pursue consistently in designing.>> Blackagar actually considers that fact for a few moments, silence abounding while his mind churns before he shakes his head. <<Truthfully? I think any who saw it would be aghast at such an action.>> He's humored at that possibility. <<To say the space is sacred is a bit much, but it would be considered very inappropriate to utilize it as a social gathering or viewing space. Much like taking a snack into the ancient churches of England.>> He still remembers getting yelled at by one of the priests when he strolled in (Before knowing Jane but having shared the story) with a meat pie. |
| Jane Foster | <<In designing the ideal person, they come up with a list of preferred traits for the harmony of society or service to the community? What happens if someone does not meet those forms? I hope innovative strategies channel those rare and unique talents.>> Jane's thoughts don't condemn in the least, merely reflecting as a scientist open to the prospects of wildly diverse outcomes for the unique nature of bioengineering and biology itself. Her background isn't quite to the pinnacle of Jemma's, though she can parlay a good deal of insight where necessary. <<I shall assume we wisely stay on the ground and not fly between the buildings that way.>> A gesture indicates the bulk of the city beyond them. <<You can take a snack into the Anglican churches. When it is cake, the sigh and quiet prayer for peace and thanks to Eddie Izzard becomes quite significant. He is a comedian; if you have not watched him, we absolutely must.>> Assuming there's a geosynchronous satellite able to bounce the transmission. Probably not, but a girl can certainly wish. <<Your mistake, love, was the meat pie.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<There is an element of intentional planning by the Genetic Council towards an end result. Of course there can still be deviations, mutations, that occur. So planning is a majority of things along with the sleight chance of luck. Take me for example, it was not intended for my powers to negate the use of my voice, to be tied to my vocal chords. Some of us believe there is an element of destiny involved with things. That we plan as best we can, but that there is an overarching element within us that helps to direct as well.>> <<And yes, the mistake was meat pie, on many levels. Although it is rather delicious.>> The fact that there is communications between Attilan and Earth must mean the presence of some systems of communication, although utilized for British Comedy may be a bit of a toss up of purpose. <<I have considered asking some of our scientists about your condition. But did not want to be forward regarding it.>> Out of nowhere, but it is offered in a quiet thought-voice. |
| Jane Foster | The mistake of meat pie, a rarity. Is not the pasty an honoured contribution to global cuisine? Pockets of bread filled by meat and veggies should be welcome in God's house. Well, God isn't playing fair to knock that out when all He offers is a dry wafer. She pauses in admiring the grounds around the tower, and possibly contemplating how it was formed or people got inside. The wheels turn in the background that Blackagar surely senses, trying to decipher more about the Genetic Counsel and its impact on so many thousands of lives at their feet. The questions he doesn't have to answer is the one she refuses to ask; what intention went awry? It matters not. He is who he is, and nothing diminished or altered by being bound as the Silent King. Dark eyes blink. Her attention turns to him again. <<You realize we're a team in this, don't you? If you believe the possibility a good one, then do you really believe me likely to gainsay your judgment? It would be the same as me asking you for your trust to consider how to navigate some earthly challenge. I know about the Department of Motor Vehicles. You know your people's technological and genetic standards or cultural elements. Both have alarming numbers of esoteric rules not immediately visible to the eye, and perilous if crossed.>> Turning to face him, she smiles, holding out her arms. <<What's the worse that comes to pass? They say no. I end up more of what is going on. We have options.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<There is a fine line between a team and making assumption though,>> Blackagar retorts softly towards her, a bit of a blush showing on his cheeks. <<I do not know if it is a good possibility or not, but it is at least one. I know there has been work done but; well is it inappropriate of me to imply impatience at bringing you back to wholeness?>> He asks it thoughtfully, both for himself but also outloud. <<And the worst that could happen? They could say no and get extremely upset with me for trying to bring human issues into the Inhuman world. Although it is rather humorous when they get upset with me. Because I smile, I nod, and then I do what I believe is best anyway.>> <<The arrogance of being a monarch. Of course, when you make decisions that people agree with for the most part that certainly smooths edges and thus far, despite the surface hesitancy over humans, some are beginning to come around.>> |
| Jane Foster | <<You asked me. You contemplated it and considered the likelihood. At this point, it's safe to say they will know I exist in your city -- and whatever considerations that may bear for you, king or not.>> Jane puts up a finger, brushing a vertical line as if she would dare to press that digit to the accusing lips that tease her so. <<Change nothing about yourself for me, Blackagar Boltagon, for I care that you put the welfare of so many beyond yourself and balance the competing demands in all their multitude with your values. You weren't likely to haul me in front of a number of people in fine robes, all eager to prod and poke, yes?>> Even if he had, she is accustomed to such procedures. The aftermath of Genosha where so many fell remains on one woman who somehow did not, pulled out from the wreckage of buildings to be examined. <<You look out for me as I would for you. Were our positions reversed, would it be not right for me to pursue what I could to make you yourself once more? I will consent to raising the question. They will no doubt be perplexed, but you may very well frame it as this: how often do they get to work on someone fully in my predicament, with the delusion that I cannot see my own body? Or that we clearly are two corporeal presences, if you believe the humans? They can prove us wrong or show their superiority in fixing a minor problem.>> Sop to the council, that. |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<I do not suspect it is a minor problem. And I do not wish to infer the struggles of humans. But I do believe that the technology that we have access to may provide a solution. What concerns me, Jane, is that if it will have adverse effects on you. If the treatment is worse than the disease as the case may be? How would rejoining your two corporeal forms impact you in the macro sense? Is doing such the best solution, is it necessary, if it isn't, what do we do?>> The flurry of questions come from him and the rush is an indication of both the extent of thought and the concerns he feels over the situation. <<I would give anything to make you complete, but not at the cost of losing you either. This is why I worry.>> |
| Jane Foster | <<Frame it as a minor problem to pique their interest? I find it works well with interns and doctoral candidates. Saying something is too hard from the get-go often builds up hurdles and limits creative thinking, as objectively some will become unnerved.>> Jane's own opinions on the matter of a Gordian knot she cannot see to cut probably lost some of their intensity in previous months, what with the very real anniversary of her death passing a few weeks hence. Or hearing someone else concerned means not giving her feelings ample play, which could also be a considerable factor if true. She squeezes Blackagar's hand, facing him. The tower full of visionary crystal balls housed in Kree technology being nearly at their shoulder isn't lost on her, either. <<No absolutes exist in our world, sometimes not even death. The most we can do is try and narrow down the possibilities of negative effects. Daring may be required to confront uncertainty, love. The first astronauts who left our atmosphere were putting an awful lot of faith in thousands of people practicing and getting it right. Do you think I want to lose you either?>> Her tone goes softer then, alloyed in honesty. A pause eases the white-sugar fear ruffled around a sea of hope. <<Having seen what could be lost, I approach with caution. But there may be too much caution. Jemma put my... body...>> It still sounds weird, even in the privacy of their thoughts. <<In suspended animation. The technology works, Peggy Carter is proof of that. Do your own scientists have such safeguards? They were certainly prepared for you and I'm not sure any of our technology presently would be. We haven't even considered going further, like Asgard. So worry rightly, we always can and should. But let's not fear quash opportunity.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<Philosophical debates aside of no certainties in anything, it does not mean I am going to engage in unreasonable risks and simply delve myself -- or you -- into a situation to prove what can or cannot be done.>> Blackagar counters with a tightening of his hand over hers, possessive, clinging. His. <<There is such little information for them to work with, that if anything they will consider it a challenge. But it is not one that will warrant fear of success. They will do what they must because it is the right thing to do. Because it has been asked of them. Although there is some humor I find in the idea of needing to convince someone that a task is easy to allow for creative thought.>> He even smiles at that avenue. <<Daring may be required, but it should not be undertaken simply because there are no visible alternatives. And while I know you do not desire to lose me, that is also not the topic at debate. When I was ill with the toxin, did you sit idly by? Were you not concerned as well about the potential of doing nothing? Of doing something and making it worse? You took me to an asteroid where I could harm no one. To protect me from myself. The technology may work.>> He let's that linger, <<But was Peggy Carter walking around in a corporeal form somehow out of sequence or phase with their form in suspended animation? The metaphysical impact of such things cannot be examined by myself. I have even considered consulting those among the Inhumans who have a gift in such things if need be. The simple truth, dearest, is I want you to be whole, but not at the risk of losing what exists.>> There's a small pause, <<What if you rejoin and all memory of what has transpired since that time vanished?>> |
| Jane Foster | <<Unreasonable risks like walking unescorted through London where women meet you on bridges or running off to try Italian gelato?>> The fondness swells at the memory, a distant longing for that one tart lemony treat from the summer almost palpable in the mind, the veins singing to the rare glimpse of a king roaming down London streets with a satisfied smile within. <<We need greater information, I agree with that. My own inability to see myself limits what I can offer, and raises questions why that happens. Still none fit well. Does the mind refuse to acknowledge it as a defense mechanism? Is it part of an interrupted transformation? Has this trinket got something to do with it? I've asked her. Undrjarn has no relevant theories that she expresses to me except to confirm none of my sisters-in-arms are like this. Then none of my sisters-in-arms are human either. If it's part of a transformation, the concept of having to continue it makes me rather deeply uncomfortable. We have the theory that my sequencing is off somehow after Thor took me out of the Underworld, something related to blending realms but their division didn't fix it. I really am not sure your scientists are up to consider a thousand year old angry Norwegian or Scottish curse, are they?>> Hopeful thinking isn't magical thinking, and her shoulders twitch almost in mute memory of that spear striking her. A year from Orkney. A year from falling face-first on damp soil and blood falling into the ground, last seconds flashing green in an Enchantress' anger. <<When you were ill, darling, I concede we took considerable steps to repair you and you might be the furthest travelled person last year. Light years is a feat.>> He made his point, she makes hers. <<I took you to an exoplanet /and/ an asteroid. That if you demolished the former, it would be a feat and verifiably outside the view of our better telescopes.>> Now, there's a better set of eyes in the airless void, but let that linger as she kisses his cheek. <<I will always be seeking out your best interests as you are mine, so you see? Trust. You will choose right.>> And then he has to go and make a point, damn it. <<Peggy Carter was sleeping frozen when something in her genetics should have killed her. We corrected the error. She carried a form of my gene sequence and Jemma's. But as to will my memories be erased? I think not.>> A shake of her arm sends her sleeve fluttering back for him to see. The golden bangle doesn't even shimmer, matte where often it prefers to be mildly more lustrous. <<You have your Tower of Vision, whatever mysterious computers and people as the record of your kind. I have this.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<I mean, there was a substantial amount of risk on that bridge in London. There were any number of people whom I could have asked for directions and if any of them had offered them, who knows where I would be right now. I could be beaten and mugged in a back alley some place for all we know.>> Humor floods through and a soft (mental) chuckle ensues. <<As for your role in this? May I offer that perhaps this time, it is not about what you can do, but rather those around you can do. This time you may have to rely on those around to help. As for ancient curses, they may be more versed in those than one might imagine. Do not forget that my people were there in those times, as observers to all the Human interactions taking place in those ancient of days.>> The hand that holds hers, still firm, turns a bit, pulling Jane to face him and closer. <<Trust.>> He intones it back, returning the kiss to his cheek with one upon her lips instead. <<The great concern I have is if you are on a path. A path which was interrupted and when it resumes that it takes you in a different direction that can be fully anticipated.>> A direction away from him. |
| Jane Foster | <<The wretched risk,>> Jane murmurs even as the silence of their conversation allows the city's quiet to roll over them. A place like Attilan has sounds, surely, but not the nonsensical noise and bustling of the Earth. Anywhere on Earth has the environment adding to the furor, the wind or pelt of rain, squirrels, nuisances all around. Here lies another trial. <<Mugged in a back alley here? I almost want to see their response when it happens.>> Yes, she is a terrible person. Odin tolerates her, she must be terrible. <<I am trusting you to figure out the answer when clearly I'm not. The fact of being blind to that but clear-eyed in most other ways is an object lesson, love.>> Truly, a thing to learn of. Even though he makes her smile, and when the smile breaks, a laugh bubbles up to give their surroundings a little more warmth than the many houses and occupied spaces would have on their own. A laugh to pull into a kiss, a laugh stinging sweet in her throat when blocked. <<I'm not going anywhere. Whatever rituals and rites you need to assure that, whatever promises or oaths we swear, lay them before me and I will promise that.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<Oh, that is an object lesson?>> Blackagar asks back, casting a glance at Jane with an eyebrow lifting up just ever so slightly. <<I thought an object lesson would be more well, involving an object I guess.>> The noise of Attilan is indeed different. There's an energy, a hum but definitely not one that is identical to earth. It is absent of the bustle and is a more leisurely pace. The energy reflects that. <<Well, not mugged here. I was referring more to mugged on Earth. Which was rather funny when that happened.>> Those poor robbers. Bad life choices. <<We do not always have choice in where we do and do not go dearest. Even as a monarch sometimes my choices are limited. So while our intentions are not such, there is no guarantees. Well, only the guarantee that if any attempt to come between may find themselves upon the unfortunate side of a talking to.>> He looks back over the city, considering, <<Whatever the scientists discover, however they may collaborate with what is already known, in the end you will have to make the decision if the risk is worth it.>> |
| Jane Foster | <<Object lessons should involve objects? Why, we can make that happen. I must have something of value on me.>> A pat down might reveal the archaic technology of her phone, the bracelet, other bits brought from Earth. Nothing so valuable that Attilan would be thrown into the equivalent of the Tulip Craze to possess it, so Jane will need to think more on that. Her smile lifts slightly in the corner of her mouth, and she taps her finger against Blackagar's chest. <<Muggings anywhere are an unfortunate violation of personal space and bad decision-making on part of their perpetrators. I'm happier without people attempting to rob or kill you.>> A happier partnership means fewer SHIELD interrogations and psychological profilings, and sheer confusion when yet another machine goes haywire. She shakes her head a little, the fall of her hair tumbling over her brow. <<If I can be stubborn enough to not die when a rotting soldier sorcerer locked in a cave runs me through, any resistance is bound to be a bit futile.>> |
| Blackagar Boltagon | <<Oh, can we?>> He asks back with a completely innocent expression. <<I'm not entirely certain a full blown /object/ would be needed, but we'll keep it in mind.>> There's a studious look at her but then a slow nod, <<I am going to meet with the science advisors later this afternoon. I'll bring what they have discovered to you. I would have you come personally but... there is strong resistance to showing anyone from Earth our science and technology areas.>> A soft lamenting of that fact strains at his features. <<I would also like to point out that last time you died I was not there. So any who wish to incur that again will face my wrath as well.>> Reaching down, his hand already in hers the second joins it, resting on top. <<Come, let's go find some lunch for you and then you can watch how I have to read reports of the city and the details of what is going on. It is utter boredom.>> |
| Jane Foster | Innocence that would fool even the harshest critics fails to quite hit the mark with Jane, only because she knows better where the wiles of the Inhuman king are involved. Apples, trees, lessons from Maximus. Her smile deepens the dimple in her cheek. That dangerous tilt to her head and rolling forward onto her toes almost relishes the challenge. <<I will be there in a way, won't I? They must have the materials to research and that would be me... just not me.>> The confusion probably makes sense in knowing there are two tangible forms to Jane Foster. Hopefully not more, or recovering those broken shards will be utterly more complicated. The plot does not thicken. She follows after Blackagar when he leads on, and the hint of a laugh plays between their thoughts. <<You weren't there last time. Amora was, and she is a force of nature in a different way from you. It would have been better for everyone if she just kissed the rotting corpse-man to comply with her wishes. Oh well. I'm quite good at livening up bureaucracy, at least!>> |