Log:Foursome ala High School Drama

2013/04/16 	 Bard Scrapper Tigress|Alisha Forge|Malcolm 1

Champions Mush - Tuesday, April 16, 2013, 9:38 PM

Bridgend

''Bridgend is an upmarket coastal stretch, between the port to the north and the yacht club to the south, where several main roads meet: Golden Sands Road from the southwest, Ming Street from Chinatown, Bridge Road from Sandy Bottoms Island, and Wharf Street, running roughly parallel to the shore. Some more prominent businesses have warehouses here, but expensive houses and nice cafes, restaurants and shops are more common. The spectacular arch of the bridge to the island guarantees these businesses always have a good tourist trade.''

Alisha nods her head, "You mean in the gym?" she asks curiously.

Bard nods. "The holo workout room is able to create most any terrain and man objects. It can take time but it's a fairly accessible interface." bard states, sitting outside of steele'e gym playing guitar on a warm breezy night.

Scrapper flies in from Sandy Bottoms Island, following the route of the bridge. Spotting Bard, she pauses, but doesn't land seeing he has company.

 Scrapper says, "Should I move on?"

 Bard says, "You're welcome to join us."

Somewhere along the way, Malcolm rolls up to the curb outside of Steele's Gym on a low-riding motorcycle. The tall man pulls off his helmet, its faceshield winking out of existence along the way, as he stands from the bike's seat. Malcolm runs one hand over his head while the other hangs his helmet from the bike's handlebars. "Evening folks," he calls cheerily.

Alisha turns and dips her head to the others that have arrived.

 Scrapper chuckles, "Ooh - competition. Need a wingman or are you two having a casual meeting?"

Scrapper flies down from above, into the slow of the streetlights. "Hi guys," she says simply as she lands.

 Bard says, "I've never needed a wingman before, goose."

Scrapper grins at Bard as if he said something witty, even before he speaks.

To the motorcycle driving up bard nods. "Evening Malcolm." He states, noting to himself that le forge sounds familiar, check to see if that's a thing before remarking to avoid any odd social interactions. He did a quick surface check on Malcolm for giggles. He looks to Alisha and nods greeting to Scrapper.

"How's it going?" inquires Malcolm, blissfully unaware of Bard's thought processes. Moving closer to the group, Malcolm casts a sidelong look at Scrapper and shakes his head, muttering something under his breath.

Scrapper smirks and kisses Malcolm on the cheek. "Yes, I definitely like this height," she comments.

Bard remarks. "Again I am the shortest... maybe I should wear heels to compensate for that. but Drag isn't my cup of tea."

Alisha cocks her head to the side and watches Scrapper and Malcolm for a moment, and then looks at Bard for a moment, "They make platform shoes." she teases a little.

Scrapper nods, "I used to wear them, remember?"

"I prefer to be shorter than wear something that necessitates seeing a doctor for my feet." Bard remarks, and if one looks at his shoes, they are practical and probably very comfortable. "I even got inserts for these."

Blinking as Scrapper kisses him on the cheek, Malcolm tilts his head and inquires, "What's that for?" As usual, it seems since Scrapper's "growth spurt", Malcolm seems utterly puzzled. He even misses a chance to make a platforms joke at Bard's expense.

Scrapper quips to Malcolm, "Because I can, now ... without flying."

Alisha nods her head and then looks back over at the pair and shakes her head just a little.

 Scrapper says, "You know, I just realized, I've never actually seen you with this girlfriend of yours."

Malcolm 

About 6'6" tall and looking to be about 175 pounds, this is one rakishly good looking black guy. His hair is cropped short, fading still shorter as it nears his ears, while his eyebrows are strikingly thick without being embarassing or distracting, and he even has a short, neatly trimmed Van Dyke encircling his mouth. Of course, his most striking features are his steely gray eyes. 

''Below the very handsome face, he's made of a whole lot of muscle. Much of the time he wears a gray or black shirt that showcases his impressively muscular build. Still further down, he wears comfortable blue jeans of a generic, workman's style. As for his feet, they're typically clad in leather work boots. ''

''Functional, inexplicably stylish, and quite comfortable to be sure, but it also doesn't give much hint to who he is or what he does. ''

Alisha 

''This young woman stands just over six feet in height. She appears to be in good physical shape, maybe even a little on the muscular side. Her skin looks to be just a bit pale, and stands out a bit more from the stark blackness of her long hair. The locks of her hair reach back to the middle of her back, bound out of the way as its woven into a braid. A pair of distinguishing orange eyes dart about taking in the details of her surroundings. There is a sharpness to the features of her face. ''

''She is wearing a tanktop over what appears to be a sports bra, both the same black color. A windbreaker of a light green wraps around her shoulders. The top is tucked into a pair of lowcut blue jeans that run down to a pair of hiking boots on her feet. ''

"Cute couple ain't they?" Bard remarks to the photographer. "Quick get their photo before they get embarrassed and decide to leave." Bard notes the shift in the wind. Or he thinks he does at least.

 Bard says, "And?"

 Scrapper says, "This one's cute."

Bard 

''Before you stands a man of unspeakable beauty. Something about the way he carries himself is graceful and some how there is a way about it others could find intimidating. His eyes are hazel, and show a great wisdom or understanding which is hard to fathom with the charming smile on his face. One could easily imagine if his face was more serious the intensity of that scorn would be terrifying. His face seems unmarred by the roar of combat, those his gaze seems to know much bloodshed. Upon his head is a fedora, beaten but cared for. The tips of the fedora have some dust, as if placed on the ground a fair bit. His hair unstyled and black. It is long enough to have bangs going to just above his eye-brows and a good ways down his neck but not long enough to be unruley. He sometimes is seen wearing oval sunglasses of a rose color, the lens no larger than his eyes would normally be open on a thin wiry frame. ''

''His body is toned, though not bulging, like someone used to extended exertion. His arms are well proportioned to his hands, which seem to have a great amount of dexterity about them. They seem like they might be fast enough to snatch a purse without anyone being the wiser. His core is covered by a plain colored T-shirt, never a design upon them. His legs are covered in jeans but they look as though they possess a great power to them. The boots on his feet have thick souls but even without them he'd stand 5'11", all of which seeming to demand attention. He is almost always seen with an instrument, usualy a guitar held onto his back with a blue strap. ''

''When he speaks his voice is like poisoned honey, smooth and rich, but wickedly entrancing, as if you could loose yourself in the sound, let alone the words. And his song is like an angelic gift, however beneath this glory, there is something terribly, terribly human to him. ''

 Bard says, "Alisha?"

 Scrapper says, "Well I wasn't talking about Malcolm"

 Bard says, "Are you trying to get me hitched?"

 Scrapper says, "Feh. You don't have to go that far."

For a good three seconds, Malcolm tries to come up with a response to Scrapper. He is, however, derailed by Bard's comment. Malcolm smirks at Bard and retorts, "As if I could compete while you're hanging around, man."

Bard replies ."Just grab her hold her and enjoy it, dummmy." Bard states. "And don't worry about squeezing tight, it just shows her how you feel."

Scrapper puts an arm around Malcolm's waist and smiles for Alisha.

 Bard says, "You're welcome"

Alisha smiles a little and then does bring up the camera and takes a half a dozen different pictures and then smiles a little.

Scrapper says, "Mr Bard's seen me at my worst and I can never let him live it down."

"I don't know if it qualifies as your worse." Bard states. "That said, I've had my own bad moments. In many senses of the word."

If Malcolm had a witty retort to Bard, it's cut off as Scrapper squeezes him around the waist. Alisha's first photograph may show the tall man's face is mildly bugged out. Malcolm adjusts his position and seems to compensate for the tight squeeze, offering a smile for the remaining pictures as he lightly wraps an arm across Jo's shoulders.

 Scrapper sighs, "Damn"

Scrapper lets a wistful look across her face but quickly smothers it.

 Bard says, "Hey you have an eighteen year old body, take him home break it in. It's spring, time for love romance, and cuddling, long nights with movies. I'd suggest an old cheesy one, simply because."

<Guard> Scrapper says, "My powers are cool, but I'd break him. .... some days I wish I could actually feel that arm."

Alisha looks at them, "Thanks." she says and there is a look in her eyes for a moment but it fades.

<Guard> Bard says, "You'd break a man who can make himself iron? I'm certain that man could be rough enough you'd feel it."

Bard looks to Alisha. "You okay?"

Gently disentangling himself from Scrapper, Malcolm glances around and inquires, "So, uh, what's with the gathering outside of Steel's? I miss a memo on a training day or what?"

Bard says, "I was busking. nothing special. Just two meta get in one area, and suddenly it's like a magnet. everyone and their sister shows up"

Alisha nods her head a little, "I am okay, just think I am going to need to go running on all fours later or something." she says and shakes her head.

Scrapper doesn't notice Malcolm moving away at first and keeps her arm tight around him. She gives Bard a shocked look (even though he hasn't said anything shocking) and then glances at Malcolm, notices what he's doing and quickly drops her arm. Blushing to her blonde roots.

"Seems that way, doesn't it?" comments Malcolm to Bard. He offers a smile and a shrug to Alisha before glancing over at Scrapper. Noting her blushing, Malcolm playfully toussles her hair with one hand.

Bard nods to Alisha. He chuckles looking to the shock on Scrappers face.

Alisha raises a brow and glances back to Scrapper, "Something wrong?" she asks softly.

Scrapper swats Malcolm's hand away, scowling. "I'm not a little kid. I wasn't even when I looked that way."

Bard says, "Oh, a feeling you felt in the coffee shop popped up, however she's not having to worry about becoming a ten-foot kitty."

Bard adds. "Though I'm certain it's not a shirtless me she's thinking about."

<Guard> Bard says, "I could say I'm in your head, but given the nature of telepathic communication relays... that would already have been established."

Scrapper says, "You have no room to talk. Last I saw you two, she was wearing that shirt."

Bard says, "It was that or she turned back and got hit with indecent exposure. Still not my girlfriend."

Alisha shivers as both of them talking about it does cause something to stir in her. Her eyes do look a bit feral for a moment. One of her hands clenches.

"A feeling I felt?" asks Malcolm, confused. He shrugs a little bit at Scrapper and folds his arms across his chest. Glancing over at Alisha, Malcolm offers, "Maybe we should drop the topic, guys."

<Guard> Scrapper smirks evilly, "Yeah. If she jumps you, it might be literal."

Scrapper smirks evilly at Bard but holds her tongue.

<Guard> Bard says, "You'd enjoy the show"

Bard seems very calm and cool about all this, but keeps an eye on Alisha

<Guard> Scrapper says, "At what point would you stop saying, "but I've got a girlfriend"?"

<Guard> Bard says, "When I stop having a girlfriend. So until Then, I'm not going to have another in my life."

Alisha looks at Bard, "I would like to meet your girlfriend." she says and there is just a hint of a growl in her voice. Some might notice her breathing has quickened a bit.

Scrapper says, "There's a bet going as to whether she actually exists."

Bard replies. "I'm going say that's a bad idea given your current state of mind." He stands up. "best get you away from people for a little while." He has gathered his things

<Guard> Bard says, "If you want to ask her, ask Ten."

"Does she live in Canada?" inquires Malcolm. He may still be watching Alisha, just in case of spontaneous maulings. "Seriously, "a feeling I felt"?"

Alisha cocks her head to the side, "She exists, I can smell her on him." she says softly, "She has claimed him for now." the way she says it. There is probably going to be a fight if she does meet this girlfriend.

Scrapper says, "I think he's referring to Alisha's attempt at a one-person wet t-shirt contest last time she wore Marcus' shirt."

<Guard> Scrapper says, "You are dating *Ten*!?"

<Guard> Bard says, "Does that surprise you?"

<Guard> Bard says, "Hell if I'd not shot myself in the foot and was immortal I probably could have dated Lorelei."

Scrapper gapes at Bard again like he has said something shocking then shakes her head.

<Guard> Scrapper says, "Why not try for both? According to the tabloids she's broken up with Titan."

"Oh. Well then," replies Malcolm. He seems to accept Scrapper's explanation, shrugging a little bit at Alisha and Bard. At Alisha's assertion, Malcolm offers an intrigued sort of noise and a shrug. "I guess she doesn't live in Canada then."

<Guard> Bard says, "There's probably a reason for that. Besides, she's my friend. I'd rather keep it that way."

[To Bard] Scrapper says, "Good recovery, since if they are awake the castle is close enough for them both to have heard that."

Bard shrugs. "Do we need to get you a glass of water or something?" He looks to Malcolm and scrapper. "It may be fore the best I take my departure."

Scrapper glances to Alisha to see if he will be joining Bard's departure.

<Malcolm just looked at you.>

Scrapper

''At a touch under six feet tall, the young woman before you is fit and athletic with trim well-defined muscles like a professional dancer. Her long hair is dyed black with faint purple highlights where it catches the light and is pulled back into a simple single braid. She is dressed in a black tank top and snug black jeans tucked into black heeled calf-high boots. A black watchband rests on her right wrist, but contains a plain black disk instead of a watch face. She wears minimal makeup (mainly mascara) and has painted her fingernails black. ''

<Scrapper just looked at you.>

Alisha turns and shakes her head, "I should go." she says and then is taking off down the road.

"I feel bad," opines Malcolm. He glances over at Bard and quirks an eyebrow, "You still going to escape, man?"

"I've gotten out of worse, but yeah, I'm going depart. Your lovey doveyness makes me miss being held. Only one solution there. Gotta pay someone a visit." Bard winks to scrapper. "take care." It's not clear if he means 'be safe' or 'take care of him'

Scrapper nods to Bard, "I will."

Bard nods, and flies off into the night.

<Guard> Bard says, "Better brush up on your story telling, You asked me for private info, and oh my goodness am I going to bother you for this one."

"Later, Bard," calls Malcolm, waving.

Scrapper smirks and says after Bard is far enough away that most people couldn't hear her, "He is so convinced that getting me laid is going to magically fix my 'attitude problem'.

<Guard> Bard says, "I heard that"

"Oh really?" replies Malcolm. He offers a wry grin and a shrug, quietly adding, "And this plan somehow involves me?"

Scrapper says, "Well it certainly doesn't involve Alisha."

It takes a minor act of willpower for Malcolm to restrict his response to a loud snerk. He grins and shakes his head a little bit, reaching up to run a hand over his head again. "Fair enough."

Scrapper growls at the snerk and takes a step away from Malcolm. "Its not *that* funny."

<Guard> Scrapper says, "I don't know who I am more pissed at right now. Him or you for putting this idea in my head in the first place. He's supposed to be flattered, dammit."

<Guard> Bard says, "Grab him squeeze him giggle a bit and plant a big on on his lips. If his mind doesn't explode he may not be the one."

"It was perfect timing though," protests Malcolm. Despite his protests, Malcolm offers a guilty and repentant expression before adding a quiet, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm still not, y'know, entirely accustomed to you being," Malcolm makes a vague gesture at Scrapper, "You? You know what I mean, right? I'm not trying to be a jerk."

Scrapper says, "You're about to tell me you're gay. Aren't you?"

<Guard> Bard says, "Oh that would ahve been a good time to show him how womanly you can be, but insulting sexuality is a fun approach too."

<Guard> Scrapper says, "Not. Helping."

<Guard> Bard says, "But can't you feel a longing to be with him? You show it so much. Just profess your feelings already. Jeeze it's like a highschool drama."

Scrapper scowls at the sky.

"..."

Malcolm's mouth hangs ajar for a good ten seconds before he manages to recompose himself.

"No. I definitely was not going to say anything like that." The tall man rubs the back of his head with one hand as he regards Scrapper thoughtfully for a few moments more. "I was just going to say that, y'know, I'm kind of a lot older than you. I don't know how well we'd really work out."

<Guard> Bard says, "You're on your own now. I got a range on these ears. Besides I got my own gal to worry about."

Scrapper scowls at Malcolm with her arms crossed. Considering slowly what to say next.

<Guard> Scrapper says, "Its official. I blame you."

<Guard> Bard says, "The proper line is 'If you are never willing to try of course it'll never work. Now shut up and take me out on a date'"

Scrapper says, "If you are never willing to try of course it'll never work. Now shut up and take me out on a date."

<Guard> Scrapper says, "He says anything other than yes and I kill you."

Or he could take Scrapper out on a date. Malcolm blinks once or twice and offers a shrug at Scrapper, playfully intoning, "By your command." Glancing over at his motorcycle and gestures toward it, "Care for a ride, while I try to come up with a better first date?"

Scrapper actually looks surprised that Malcolm said yes and gapes a moment before recovering and says. "Sure, but you might want to armor up. I'm not a good judge of my own strength when I'm holding on for dear life."

Malcolm takes Jo for a long motorcycle ride along Wharf Street - and thereby the coast - before eventually taking a detour onto Ming Street. Eventually, Malcolm and Scrapper end up in an out of the way Chinese restaurant just southwest of Ming Street proper for a more traditional Chinese dinner than one normally gets in America. From there, there is another long motorcycle ride through Nicholston - most of it is spent rolling along Beach Street in search of a party - that ends with the pair inadvertently crashing a beach party.

The night officially ends with Malcolm offering a ride back to Scrapper's place - or, at least, back to the Undermoon Embassy, which is probably what he actually asks first - after the beach party's wound down a good deal. Malcolm plays the part of a gentleman and ends the night with dropping Scrapper off at the embassy.