Log:Disposable Assets

2019/03/10 	 Amelia Moonshadow Hunter

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Amelia tenses as someone enters and then relaxes when she sees it's Hunter. "Ah. Will is back. Hi, Will. Moonshadow is back from disposing of the talismans. I didn't realize how hard it would be or I'd have had seconds thoughts."

Moonshadow says, "I knew the risks of what I did. And the risks of not doing it."

Moonshadow says, "Maybe next time, you can come with me."

Moonshadow pulls back her hood, dispelling the shadows that conceal her face.

Hunter enters after handling some security details. "Yes, Limbo tourism is high this time of year," he quips at Moonshadow's suggestion. "It's for the best that those talismans aren't here for another of you to use. We're lucky the Magpie didn't...hm." He falls silent as he thinks suspiciously, glancing at the case where they were formerly kept.

Realizing what Will suspects, Moonshadow asks Amelia, "Those were the real talismans, right? Not duplicates?"

Amelia follows Hunter's gaze. Then hears Moonshadow's question. She nods, "Yes. I would have noticed if they weren't." Going to a seat she sits, "Magpie isn't as skilled as me, Will. I could have handled her if she'd been on her own. Trying to use the talisman's would have been an act of lunacy on her part."

"That group doesn't exactly seem stable," Hunter says wryly as he looks back to Amelia. "But at least one of them doesn't have an overt death wish."

Moonshadow says, "I'm glad you were able to repair the Botticelli. None of them had any idea what it was."

Amelia nods, looking at the restored painting for a moment. "I wish I could repair my confidence as easily. Magpis and company chased me off to another dimension. But from what you'd said, I'm even more worried about the other me. The one I haven't met."

"The darker 'you' didn't stand up too well against a group. So...maybe things aren't so bad," Hunter shrugs and slides his hands into his pocket.

Moonshadow says, "If she hadn't had backup of her own to pull her out, she'd be finished - captured and turned over to Doc Raven."

Amelia stands again and walks over to the drinks cabinet. She reaches toward a bottle of fae wine. Then draws her hand back and pours out a glass of chilled orange juice instead. "Drink, Will?" she asks. Gesturing to the expanse of the lounge she adds, "Neither did I, Will, Moonshadow. I had to run."

"But she was prepared for trouble, you weren't," responds Laurel.

Hunter walks over to the drink cabinet. "Most heroes would've have to run from a supervillain team if they were facing them solo," he says. "Got whiskey?" he asks of his go-to pain medicine.

Amelia nods, "Radical drinks whiskey too. I imported a nice single malt Clandougian. Will that do?"

Moonshadow says, "Jak got into that the other day."

"Plenty," Hunter says with a faint smile. "And anyway...isn't this part of why you recruited the Travellers? To help you face these sorts of things?"

Amelia chuckles, "Is there any left?"

Moonshadow says, "It was before you left."

Amelia finds the bottle and pours Hunter a tall glass. "Help yourself to ice, tonic, whatever. Mention of the Travelers brings a smile to her face. "I gathered the travelers to prevent an extinction level nuclear war on another earth, Will." Pulling out her PDA she puts an image up on the large wall screen. A statue in front of a slightly different Colonial Bay City Public Library. A many times life sized status of Radical, Timewarp, and Harlequin.

Hunter takes the glass, surprised she poured a tall one instead of a snifter or rocks glass, but it saves him from having to order multiples. He sips it straight without flinching. It's been a habit of his for years. "Those are all you brought for something like that?"

Amelia nods, "All we needed, Will. Radical for his skill in researching the cause. Timewarp to get us back to the time when it happened. Me to get us to the dimension. Harl came along for the ride."

"You certainly understate the tasks needed to get massive statues made in their honor," Hunter chuckles.

Moonshadow says, "If I rember the story right, they stopped a war."

"Well, she -did- just say they stopped a nuclear war," Hunter says over his glass.

Amelia grins, "Notice I'm not included? I was flying invisible over the president's car ready to put up a barrier if the assassins got a shot off. The three of them did the actual stopping of the assassins and were seen doing it."

Hunter nods. "I noticed. Quite the caper you all pulled off," he smiles.

Moonshadow says, "Jak and I got involved later. In my case, it was when we saved Radical's Grandmother from the Terminator."

Amelia nods, "While I was hiding in a hole."

"Like the movie Terminator's Terminator?" Hunter asks with a head tilt.

Amelia says, "I'm not sure. I only saw it briefly and via other eyes."

Moonshadow says, "A human-appearing robot from the future trying to kill someone's ancestor?"

Hunter nods slowly. "Like in the movie. Got it," he says as he sips his drink.

Moonshadow says, "I'm surprised anyone remembers that movie. It was old when I was in school."

Amelia smiles, "I keep forgetting how old you are, Moonshadow."

Hunter gives Moonshadow a funny look. "Riiiiight..." he says. "I'm talking about the latest remake."

Moonshadow says, "I would assume you'd know when I was born from checking me out as head of Security here."

"Amelia gives some of you a pass, despite my recommendations," Hunter says. But he's not the type to listen.

Hunter looks to Amelia, "Though she really should be looking into who she invites into her home."

Amelia points out rather defensively, "I didn't invite Magpie and her group in for coffee and snacks. Didn't stop them."

Hunter shakes his head. "I'm not talking about the Magpie. I'm talking about your ragtag group of friends."

Amelia shakes her head. "You were right around the need for security in the penthouse, Will. But my 'ragtag' group of friends is still off limits. They've never given me any reason to distrust them."

Hunter glances to Amelia. "So you're fine with a smuggler known for his no questions asked policies? And his associations with known members of Yakuza, Triads, Mafia, Congo Warmongrels...even the Chinese Emperor?" He finishes his whiskey and sets the glass down. "Amelia, you are too trusting. A crook in your midst would be especially sure not to give you a reason to distrust them." Hunter should know. He's in much the same boat.

Moonshadow makes her excuses and leaves just before Will says that.

Amelia reacts rather badly, "I think you ought to go now, Will." she says. But while she tries to say that in a firm voice, a slight quaver might indicate uneasiness.

Guessing that was going to be the reaction, Hunter is glad he set down his glass. Though part of him had hoped Amelia would fire him so she'd be safe from him. Hunter bows his head once in acknowledgement and turns to leave.