Log:Aegis Girl meets Tigress, Scrapper and Bard

2013/04/12 	 Aegis Girl Scrapper Bard Tigress 1

Champions Mush - Friday, April 12, 2013, 3:23 PM

''The smell of fresh coffee is the first thing that assails you. The next is the very old style. It seems the owner has gone for the Edwardian style from early last century. Lots of imitation wood panelling and prints of old English countryside. There are many partitions between the tables, affording some privacy and the sound seems hushed in the room, this has been achieved mainly through very good design, which muffles sounds. At the counter service is quite quick and cheery, conveying a welcoming and friendly attitude. The menu boasts the fact that for a little extra real coffee is served along with light hot and cold meals and snacks. All in all a pleasant place to pass a bit of time. ''

Scrapper steps into the coffee shop and pauses by the door, looking about a bit.

Pleiades is standing at the counter, looking at the menu and dithering.

Scrapper doesn't seem in a hurry to rush to the counter and might even let one or two people walk past her while she checks the place out. She isn't wet or sweaty, but has that freshly showered look as if she just came from the gym.

Aegis Girl enters, in full costume, and immediately stops. Looks confused, and then shrugs her shoulders. She's got a purse! And, humming a vague tune to herself, sets about opening it up, and then fishing for the other, smaller, purse. There's a definite air of amiable good cheer, even if her attitude whilst doing so is faintly surreal.

Pleiades finally places her order: One Hot Chocolate Maxima Grande, two canolis with chocolate chips, one serving of tiramisu, one serving of galaktoboureko, and one serving of pineapple cheesecake.

Dorian takes a step inside the coffee shop, and lets the door close behind him quietly.

Dorian

''This man stands about five and a half feet tall, and is moderately good looking. He has blue eyes...brown hair cut into a crew cut, and a goatee. ''

''He's currently wearing a retro Eisenhower style jacket in an olive green, along with a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans...probably Levi's if one notices such things, and a pair of navy blue Doc Marten's, heavily worn from walking, apparently. ''

Pleiades she turns to find a table to wait at and stops dead, staring at Aegis Girl.

Aegis Girl

''Aegis Girl stands at just over six feet tall, a shining beacon of goodness and light which absolutely refuses to hide that light under a bushel. Her hair is brilliant green, neon and incandescent, her eyes a similarly bright shade, almost as though they shine with an inner light. ''

''She's pretty, there's little denying that. Cute button nose, high cheekbones, pouty lips - those the same color as her hair, too, adding an exotic and alien quality. Her skin tone is caucasian, fleshy and pink, with absolutely no mark or blemish whatsoever. ''

''She's wearing a clinging silver leotard emblazoned with a golden shield insignia over her bust. Her build athletic and strong whilst still not sacrificing any of her femininity. Her hands are bare, as are most of her legs, down to a pair of bright golden boots tugged up almost to her knees. The entire outfit is made out of some strange, incandescant material which shimmers in light, reflecting even the smallest quantity back out to the world and helping to outline her figure even in the depths of night. ''

Scrapper starts to head toward the counter and does a double-take when she sees Aegis Girl. She mutters, "Subtle" and flexes her fingers as if preparing for a fight.

Aegis Girl smiles brightly right back at Pleiades when she catches her eye, and produces her wallet! Which she brandishes with a flourish. "Hello!" She announces, and then, "Sorry, am I doing it wrong?"

Pleiades blinks, "Uh, er, um, doing what wrong?"

Pleiades notices Dorian past Aegis and snaps to attention, saluting, "Ah! Sorry, Sir! I didn't see you!"

Dorian stops in his tracks, but moves to the side to get away from the door. He chuckles, and shakes his head. Finally, he then says to Pleiades, "At ease."

Pleiades

''Pleiades is about 170cm tall, with an athletic build, a heart-shaped face, big expressive green eyes, and neck length somewhat unkempt black hair. She wears a long strip of white cloth tied around her head knotted in a bow at the back. ''

''She wears a long sleeved white half-jacket with blue piping, and with blue and gold bars on the cuffs, over a midriff baring tight black crop top with white piping zipped up the front with a large hoop zipper tab at the top. ''

''Around her waist she wears an open front white knee-length skirt with white piping, with gray steel armor plates over her hips, over plain light blue shorts. She wears black knee braces with gray steel armor plates on the front. ''

''On her left hand she wears a fingerless black glove with steel reinforcement over the knuckles. On her right hand, she wears Panzerfaust, a heavy gray steel technomagic gauntlet with a pair of heavy counter-rotating bands around the wrist portion. On her feet, she wears Blitzraeder, a pair of technomagic heavy steel reinforced inline skates ''

(Or see: http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/Subaru_9167.jpg)

Pleiades relaxes.

Scrapper covers her mouth to keep from laughing and steps back a bit, away from the trio of lunatics.

Aegis Girl says, "Shopping. One waits for the others ahead and then places an order, no?" She looks, briefly, bemused by the salute... and then she turns around, and her smile returns full force. "Ah! I know you!" She says, triumphantly, "Mister Dorian Perrault? Isn't it?"

Dorian nods slowly, looking at Aegis Girl, "That's correct. I don't think we've met. You are...?" He extends his hand to her to shake.

Pleiades takes a seat at a table near the (relatively) normal looking Scrapper.

Scrapper says to Pleiades, "Is there a con in town I don't know about?"

Aegis Girl very, very gingerly takes Dorian's hand. "I'm Aegis Girl." She says, brightly. "Great to meet you! They briefed me, you see. On the nuclear power? Because I'm Aegician. I tried to explain the subtleties but..." She shrugs, helplessly.

Dorian blinks for a moment, but his eye go solid white for a moment as he checks the EM spectrum around Aegis Girl. "Nice to meet you. Nuclear power? What do you mean, exactly?"

Pleiades looks at Scrapper, "Um, a... con? What's a con?"

 Scrapper says, "surreal"

Scrapper explains, "Short for convention ... usually science fiction or comic book convention. Gatherings like that tend to attract people playing dress-up."

Aegis Girl is still super cheerful as she explains, "Well, there are some similarities between nuclear fusion and Aegician physiology. I'm not a doctor, so, I wouldn't be able to explain all the parallels, but, I wanted to assure you, I'm GOOD radiation, not bad radiation." And she smiles. Her smile may even go *ting*, in the right light.

Pleiades blinks, "Oh. Um, not that I know of. I'm, um, just wearing my usual combat uniform."

Dorian nods slowly, apparently satisfied with his scan. His eyes return to their normal color, and he smiles slightly. "Mmm. Ah, I see. Well, fusion is better than fission, at least. I think I was briefed about your arrival, if I remember correctly. I'm the local Starguard Gamma commander. That's why Pleiades over there responded the way she did."

[To Pleiades] Scrapper says, "Sooooooo ... an alien convention?"

Aegis Girl hesitates, and withdraws her hand, "Well!" She says, glancing back to Pleiades for a moment, before she hmms, "Could I offer to buy you a drink? That's the customary opening gesture with which to establish a mutual desire for cooperation and friendship in the future, isn't it?"

Scrapper nods and says loud enough for Aegis Girl to hear, "Followed closely by, 'my place or yours'."

[To Scrapper] Pleiades says, "Um, I guess? I... suppose I count as an alien." She waves her hands, "Ah! But I'm human, really!"

Dorian nods. "I'm sorry if I offended you. Please...let me buy you a drink instead, as a small peace offering. After all, you're a guest here." He smiles, "What would you like?"

Aegis Girl nods to Scrapper, "Thank you!" She says, before turning her attention back to Dorian, "No no, I'm not offended at all." She says, "But... I was hoping to sample coffee. I just, am not entirely sure where to start. I wasn't expecting there to be so many choices!"

Scrapper holds out her hand to Pleiades and says by way of introduction, "Jo Hopewell."

Dorian chuckles and nods. "Best to start with something simple. Either regular coffee, or a latte. Anything else just complicates matters more than they need to be." He heads to the counter, and orders a couple of cups of coffee, which are promptly poured, and given to him. He hands one of them to Aegis Girl, "Here...try a sip. If you find you don't like it as is, you might want to add some milk or sweetener to it. You can find them over by that counter there."

Pleiades shakes with her left (unarmored) hand, "Un, my call-sign is Pleiades. It's, um, nice to meet you." The barista staggers over with Pleiades' order and departs.

Aegis Girl takes the offered cup, and sips it. After a moment's contemplation, she takes a much longer, deeper gulp. "Hm! That's quite pleasant, really. A good temperature! Thank you!"

Dorian smiles. "You're welcome." He heads over to that side counter, and adds a little bit of sugar and milk to his own drink.

Scrapper heads to the counter and says, "Tea". Extending a purple pseudopod from a pointing finger, she taps a box several feet away and adds, "That one."

Pleiades blinks at Scrapper's pseudopod as she starts in on her galaktoboureko.

Aegis Girl also seems fascinated by the pseudopod. Staring, openly, for a few moments before she stage-whispers to Dorian, "Do all humans do that? I don't remember tentacles in the briefings. I was paying attention for them too!"

Dorian shakes his head, and says to Aegis Girl, "Umm...no. That's not a normal human trait. You will find that this town is a...magnet for metahumans, though. It's gotten to the point where I'm pretty used to seeing things that would be considered weird in other parts of the country."

Scrapper grins wolfishly at Aegis Girl as her pseudopod retracts and says, "Humans do lots of things that your briefing probably didn't cover. Breifings are like that. For example, your outfit really needs a head piece ... something with little wings."

Pleiades moves next to a canoli, pausing briefly for a gulp of hot chocolate.

Aegis Girl nods cheerily, "Oh, that was part of the reason I decided to come here." She says, to Dorian, "That, and the history appealed to me." She then looks to Scrapper, and cocks her head to the side, "Do you think so?" She asks, "A helmet..."

Scrapper suggests, "More of a headband"

Dorian nods, "Earth's history is quite interesting, I think."

Pleiades quickly devours the tiramisu, and the second canoli.

Aegis Girl hms, genuinely considering the headband idea. "I suppose it couldn't hurt." And then, back to Dorian, "All races are fascinating! The galaxy is full of countless stories. That's, part of the reason I'm here."

Dorian nods and smiles. "What's the rest of the reason?"

Pleiades chugs down some more hot chocolate, then takes aim at the pineapple cheesecake.

Scrapper sighs, pinches her nose, then says, "A word of warning on taking suggestions from strangers. Anybody who has suggestions on how to get people to like you better may be right, but you may also may be sacrificing something if you follow their suggestion."

Pleiades wipes her mouth and stands up, "Er, sorry to eat and run, but I have to get back to work, Um, see you around, everyone."

Aegis Girl smiles faintly, "Its a long story." She says, "But, if you'd really like to know..." And she turns to Scrapper, "But its just my looks." She says, shrugging her shoulders. "I brought my outfit with me, but I don't know more than the very basics of Earth fashion." She then waves to Pleiades. "Goodbye!"

Scrapper says, "No, from what I've seen of you, the outfit matches your personality and the headband is a valid suggestion, especially if it ends up containing a communication device. I'm talking about other suggestions ... that you may receive in the future."

Dorian nods to Aegis Girl, and checks the time. "I'd like to hear more, but I'm afraid I need to get going myself. The same meeting Pleiades was heading to...I have to be in. So, it'll have to wait for the time being."

Dorian waves, "Nice meeting you."

Aegis Girl nods to Dorian, "No trouble at all. I'd be delighted to talk to you later." She says, and then turns to Scrapper, who now has her full attention. "I think I know what you're getting at." She continues, slugging back some more coffee. "And thank you for the advice."

Dorian nods, and heads outside.

"Oh?" Scrapper replies, a bit surprised. "Then explain what you think I said."

Aegis Girl is still smiling as she explains, "There's a lot of groups who would tell me that if I help them and do what they say, other people would like me more. Like the Starguard, no?"

Scrapper nods. "And people willing to sacrifice your respect for their pleasure.... or is respect a valid concern for you? I've heard some people live without it quite successfully."

Aegis Girl nods her head, "Oh, its a concern." She says, "Quite a primary concern, really. I'm here for..." She really does struggle for the word. Perfect English might be perfect for English concepts, but it is still difficult to translate entirely alien concepts over. "Religious? Reasons. Is, the closest I think I can get. Respect is important. So is knowing I have been true to myself."

Scrapper says, "So why the caution when it comes to Starguard? What have you heard?"

Aegis Girl shrugs her shoulders, "Nothing specific to them. Its just that I've been here only six months." She says, "I intend to be here for at least two hundred years. Any professional relationship is something I'll want to consider very carefully."

Scrapper hmms, "How are you on the concept of jealousy?"

Aegis Girl keeps on smiling, "Oh, I'm aware of the concept." She says, "... I got the shrugged shoulders down too, didn't I? That's ambivalence! I must say, its been very fun to try and learn body language all over again."

Scrapper nods and counts on her fingers, "Alien, long lived, beautiful and likely to stay that way for a long time, *painfully* happy, and strong enough that you feel the need to be careful shaking hands. Let me guess, you are super-intelligent and fly too." She gives Aegis Girl an inquiring look but doesn't make her last sentence quite sound like a question.

Aegis Girl at least has the decency to look embarrassed, "I'm not that smart." She mumbles, "And really, by Aegician standards, I'm not ... *that* beautiful. Really, that's, all luck. If your people were like the gelatinous Schlorks, I'd be considered a freak!"

Scrapper holds out her hand, "And probably not that strong either. Right?"

Aegis Girl shakes her head, "I'm... quite strong." She says, not taking the offered hand. "Aegicians are one of the strongest races in the galaxy and, well, I trained very hard before embarking."

Scrapper nods and doesn't pull back her hand, "I'm not exactly average either."

Aegis Girl hesitates, looking more quizzical than anything else. "Well... alright." She says, and takes the offered hand curiously. "If you probe me with your tentacle I won't be happy." She warns.

Scrapper has hard skin, like glass to the touch. She smirks at Aegis Girl's comment, but doesn't reply. She simply squeezes Aegis Girl's hand hard enough for Scrapper to feel it through her hardened skin - hard enough to break bones on a frail person and just short of causing body damage on an athlete. Seeing no reaction on Aegis Girl's face, she squeezes harder.

Aegis Girl's skin feels deceptively soft, but actually denting it takes an awful lot of effort. Its like shaking hands with concrete wrapped in silk... only concrete would actually be several orders of magnitude easier to crush than her hand. "Huh, you are strong!" She says, nodding her head as Scrapper gets up into the more... inhuman, levels of strength. She returns the effort herself... and actually seems faintly surprised. "My... I'd have to really try to keep up! I hadn't expected that!"

Scrapper says, "I said I wasn't exactly average." She ramps up the force slowly, so as not to break anything unless Aegis Girl gets macho about pain, but seems willing to bear down with her full strength if She-Ra can take it. "Let me know if I start causing you discomfort."

Aegis Girl is obviously at least a little unsure of herself. She can indeed take it! Though it is definitely uncomfortable at the very peak, and Scrapper's strength neatly outdoes her own. She's in two minds about whether to bear down herself, would it be rude to do so? Or is it rude to hold back? "Hmn. Its not often I can feel it!" She says, not smiling so much, "I think you might even be able to hurt me if you tried. That's, impressive! And, I don't mean it to sound nearly as condescending as I am suddenly aware it does."

Scrapper nods, satisfied with the compliment and backs off on the force. "Just remember what some of us can do before you hold back on some idiot with more strength and durability than good sense."

Aegis Girl returns the nod, and slowly slides her hand out of the grip. "Oh, I will." She says, "Knowing when to throw a punch is important... but knowing how to throw the final one. That's... a kind of art."

Scrapper lets go and slides a six inch blade out of her palm, right where Aegis Girl's was held moments before. Like the pseudopod it is purple; but as Scrapper holds it up to the light, little swirls of black and red can be seen moving in the purple.

Scrapper says, "What should I call you, by the way? Do you have a name?"

Aegis Girl smiles cheerfully, "Aegis Girl!" She announces, "I have a real name of course, but, on Sha'lakar we take a new one to help remind us that we're undertaking a new life." There's just a little hesitation before she adds, "Aegis, is fine too. The Girl, might get a little cumbersome in public, I suppose."

Scrapper says, "My name is Joanne Hopewell, Jo for short, but some people sometimes calls me Scrapper," she shrugs, "so I occasionally answer to that as well."

Aegis Girl says, "Do, you have a preference? I don't mind using any of them. Scrapper's a good name. It sounds very..." She waves her hand, looking for the right word. "Apt."

Scrapper smirks, "Jo is fine."

Aegis Girl nods, "Alright. A pleasure to meet you, Jo." She looks down at her empty coffee cup, and then snaps her fingers. "Would YOU like a drink? I have some money, I'd like to see how it works."

Scrapper says, "Sure, but not coffee. That stuff is poisonous."

Aegis Girl looks confused, "It is?" She asks, "Really? Why do so many people drink it, then?"

Scrapper says, "People eat and drink all kinds of things that can only be classified as 'edible food-like substances', as in it won't kill you immediately but has few other redeeming qualities. Many of them taste good. In coffee's case, it is also a mild stimulant."

Aegis Girl huhs, "I see." She says, "My body breaks down, pretty much everything. There's a few poisons and some dangerous substances but, in general, if it is bad enough to cause me a problem, it'd probably kill me in a few hours." She shrugs her shoulders, one of those amusing quirks of different aliens! Poisoning themselves for stimulation. Fascinating! "I'd like another coffee please!" She tells the likely somewhat amused barista, "And ah, something for Jo!"

Scrapper nods to the barrista who makes her another peppermint tea. "Like my strength, my senses are a bit abnormal. If it is bad for me, it also smells and tastes unpleasant," Jo says, then generalizes a bit. "The more harmful, the worse the smell."

Aegis Girl is, unfortunately, only half listening, because after she hands over paper money, she's fascinated by the fact she gets some coins back in turn. "I do miss some of the foods of home." She confesses, "I'm sure I'll find some good replacements eventually but... ah, no use, getting upset about it."

Scrapper nods "I'll try to remember to send you a couple cases of twinkies."

Scrapper says, "What about you, what stands out about you besides strength?"

Aegis Girl seems to consider the question for a few, long moments. In the end, she smiles. "I'm an artist." She says, "I work in crystals and metals, mostly. Though I haven't made anything since coming here, I'm looking forward to testing the local substances."

Scrapper says, "So my guess about flying was incorrect. Pity."

Aegis Girl laughs, heartily, as her coffee arrives. "Oh, no. I can fly. I can even fly through space! But, that's just what I can do. It isn't what makes me stand out."

Scrapper smiles, a genuine smile this time instead of a smirk, and nods. "I'm certain some people standing on the ground would disagree, but point taken."

Aegis Girl takes another long sip of her coffee. Her eyes sparkle a little before she replies. "Aegician physiology is, tough. If you want to know what I can do... really, I can throw a punch, and I can take one. In earth's atmosphere I can break the sound barrier... but I haven't pushed to see how fast I can go when I really try, because I haven't needed to and it'd probably panic someone. And if I have to, I can project lasers which are strong enough to melt almost any matter given enough time." Her smile returns, a little more subdued, but there. "Is that what you meant?"

Scrapper blinks in surprise at the extent and power of that laundry list, but nods and says, "Yeah, something like that." Recovering her composure with a sip of tea, she adds, "But you were right, the art thing sounds more interesting."

Tigress enters from Bridgend.

Scrapper is standing near the counter, talking with Aegis Girl while they both sip hot drinks. Visually, the two are study in contrasts and most other people in the coffee house seem to be giving them a wide berth.

Aegis Girl nods, but, after a moment, she raises an eyebrow. "Well, you asked me... how about yourself? You've said you aren't usual, but is there more about you I should be aware of, hm?" She seems to be relaxing quite easily by now. Hot coffee has helped a lot.

Scrapper says, "No, you've seen most of it. Purple stuff makes me strong and can be shaped. Plus screwed up senses."

Aegis Girl is a very smiley person, that's remained constant, and the explanation brings it right back to her lips. "I see." She says, "Well. I don't know how much time I'm going to have for my art. I'm going to be very busy soon, I suspect, but... I'll have to show you something some time."

Tigress ducks into the coffee shop and looks around. There is a satchel over her shoulder, but otherwise she is naked, not that she is revealing anything since her almost ten foot form is covered in white fur with black stripes.

Scrapper says, "Busy with what? I got the impression you were doing the tourist thing."

Tigress 

''This is something out of horror movies, or maybe just myth and legend. Standing almost ten feet in height is a massive figure. Covered from head to toe with white fur and black stripes is what can only be a man beast of some kind. Looking closely it seems more like a weretiger than a werewolf, but of similar cross. Sharp looking teeth and wicked looking claws just wait to rend. There is a struggle in the eyes, beast and intelligence fighting. There is the shreds of what remains of clothing on her obviously female curves but the fur does much to keep any modesty. ''

Scrapper backs away giving herself and Aegis Girl room when Tigress walks in, but doesn't otherwise look startled at the ten foot woman's appearance.

Aegis Girl can't help but look at the very tall, very naked, furred, figure. But she doesn't say anything right away, instead looking back to Scrapper. "Not, exactly." She says, "I'm here to help the Earth. Defend its people, see off alien and domestic threats, let its culture develop organically as humans start to solidify their place in the galactic community."

Tigress stretches a little and then turns and dips her head towards the two, "Hewwo." she says her word distorted by the large teeth in her mouth. She does turn and takes a few minutes ordering a pastry as it takes a few for the person at the counter to understand her.

Scrapper sips her tea and stands quietly at a safe distance while introductions are made.

Aegis Girl raises her coffee, "Hello!" She replies, cheerfully. She hadn't quite been expecting to be cut off, but then, perhaps she'd misjudged just how big Tigress actually is!

Tigress gets a pastry and then looks around and moves towards one of the reinforced chairs to sit. She looks at the pair for a moment raising a brow.

Scrapper finally says to the big lady with the tiny pastry, "I don't think we've met. Welcome to Colonial Bay."

Aegis Girl is pretty happy to remain standing by the counter, drinking her coffee. She watches Tigress go to sit down, and smiles faintly at the welcome that Scrapper gives her. "You've got a soft spot for newcomers, hm?"

Tigress cocks her head to the side and then tries to eat the pastry with her claws and then looks over at Scrapper, "I am Tigress, the one guy called you Jo or something the other night yes?" she asks.

Scrapper says to Aegis Girl, "Something like that." When Tigress speaks, she nods, takes another sip of peppermint tea, then says, "That is my name, but I don't remember you."

Aegis Girl knocks back the rest of her coffee all at once. Then she detaches herself from the counter, "I think, I'm going to go. It was nice meeting you, Scrapper. And you, Tigress, even if it was very brief." That said, she makes her way out.

Tigress nods her head and then smiles a bit and dips her head to Aegis and then looks back to Scrapper, "The one with the camera." her words are a bit slurred.

Scrapper takes a moment to mentally review when she last saw somebody with a camera.

Scrapper says, "Nope. Sorry."

Tigress adds as she sees her thinking, "Other evening at the bridge. Alisha."

Walking into the cofee shop is one MARCUS BARD! Busker, boy toy and all around colonial Bay born and raised. The musician enters the coffee shop, not looking around, not caring much orders a coffee in that oh so smooth voice and takes a drink after paying and turns around. "So who is the ten foot tiger lady?" And image of him says rather casually just appearing next to Scrapper.

Tigress cocks her head to the side, "I was the lady taking pictures the other night at the bridge." she says though her words are slurred cause of her fangs.

"You appear to have gone through a bit of a growth spurt." Bard remarks incredibly casually. "I hear that can really mess up the joints. Then again there are others around here who have gone through growth spurts lately and probably have room to comment more than me." He shrugs. "So, enjoying the coffee?"

Tigress shakes her head, "no coffee pastry." she says and is licking her claws clean now. She nods, "I am a weretiger," she comments.

 Scrapper says, "You do remember we don't have to speak out loud... or did you forget your communicator again."

Scrapper shoots Bard an annoyed glance, then shakes her head, more than a little jealous of his easy way with people.

"Sorta figured. We've had lycanthropes come through here every now and then. The coloration, sentience, person you formerly identified as, yada yada." Bard wasves his hand dismissively. "Despite my apperance, and methodology I'm rather intelligent. I know more than I let on most the time... most the time. So yeah." He looks to Scrapper. "Hopewell, take a seat, you two can talk about... something I dunno."

Bard smiles towards Scrapper

 Bard says, "We have a 10 foot tall tiger lady in our presence and you're worried about communications devices?"

Tigress nods and shrugs a bit, "I am different than most, genetic, not a curse." she says and then settles back, "Would change but I ruined clothes when I fought...Primal last night, haven't been back to my place."

 Scrapper says, "You see her bust first, I see her claws. She starts swinging and you'll thank me for my paranoia."

 Bard says, "You really think lowly of me. Great to know."

Scrapper smiles, "Sorry I missed it. That would be one fight that would be fun to watch."

 Scrapper says, "You're male and know you are attractive. It comes with the territory."

 Bard says, "I also have a girlfriend, am christian, and find fur... well unattractive really."

 Bard says, "Sorta a turn off to be frank."

 Scrapper says, "Good to know. I'll remember not to shave when my pits come in."

 Bard says, "Too much information."

Bard seems mildly annoyed at something but shrugs.

Tigress cocks her head to the side a bit, "Something wrong?" she asks Bard.

Bard says, "Something is buzzing about my head that needs to stop." He does a motion to shoo away a fly. "As for fighting, why were you fighting Primal, or whoever this was?"

Tigress nods, "Her name is Primal, we are both Tigers, tigers fight over territory, was needed to show who was dominant." she says and shakes her head a bit.

Bard says, "And?"

Tigress nods, "I won. She is fast, I got a lucky strike in." She smiles proudly.

Bard nods. "I see. So that means what did you win tiger territory wise?" It seems like he is more trying to keep a conversation than acknowleding any real territory victory

Tigress shrugs a little, "Long story." she says and then nods, "How are things going?" she asks softly.

Bard says, "Well I'm sorta wondering what tigers consider territory now... Or if I need to warn local businesses that two tigers don't want to ply nice and share." He waves his hand. "There wasn't any property damage was there?"

Tigress shakes her head, "No, just damage to each other but we both heal fast." she smiles and stretch a little, "I should get some clothes so I can turn back.

Bard shrugs. "I can lend you a shirt, but if I find it on Ebay you're going have to give me half."

Tigress giggles a bit and shakes her head, "I wouldn't do that." she says and then nods her head, "That would be nice."

Bard sighs, knowing what can happen when this happens. He removes his shirt, revealing the ton taut muscles underneath. smooth flawless skin. A beautifully defined set of adds and pecks, similar to his arm muscles. His tan unbroken. Pulling it over his head he offers it to the tigress at the sound of some cups falling over by the barista who had served him. "Here." Bard says simply, looking at the tigress to gauge if he needs to go on the defensive.

Tigress cocks her head to side and just stares at Bard, ignoring the shirt for a moment. There is a licking of her lip and then she shakes her head as if to clear it and takes the shirt, "Thanks..um, let me change." she says and takes her satchel and heads towards the bathroom, her heart racing.

Bard sits in the coffee shop, wondering how this is going to play out while he drinks his coffee. If Scrapper is still there he looks at her.

Scrapper silently keeps her opinions to herself.

Alisha comes back out of the bathroom wearing Bard's shirt and a pair of short jogging shorts. She has her satchel over one arm, "Thank you." she says. Her cheeks are flushed.

Bard waves his hand dismissively. "don't worry about it. I buy them in bulk since you'd be surprised how much punishment I can take my shirts can not. My pants on the other hand have a nanofiber weave, expensive as all heck but very hard to break."

Alisha nods her head and looks at his pants and then flushes just a bit more.

Bard snaps his fingers. "My eyes are up here, and that is taken."

Alisha blinks and then growls a little, a feral look in those orange eyes and then she blushes deeply and looks away.

Bard sighs. "I only have one shirt to give. So If naughty thoughts are going make you ten feet tall again I'd advise going home and getting clothes first."

Alisha shakes her head, "So you said its taken, got a girlfriend?" she asks, but hasn't looked back at him at the moment.

Bard nods. "Yes, I do." He seems matter of fact about it.

Alisha looks at him and sniffs at the air, "could fight her for you." she says, its the tiger in her talking.

"I'd advise going home, taking a cold shower and not growing ten feet tall. Otherwise you'll have a problem with me." The way bard says that phrase it's very cold. VERY demanding.

Alisha shakes her head a bit, and shakes her head, "changing would be a bad idea right now, might hurt you." she says softly, it isn't overconfidence so much as an utter lack of concern of being hurt. She does dump a glass of water over her head: of course, that just makes the shirt a little see through.

Scrapper snorts derisively and heads out the door.