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 Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:35 am
Maybe he thinks your cute. Who knows what people think in here. Maybe he's frightened, like a puppy, and just trying to find something real to cling to.
The only real things left in this world are the tender mercies of goodness that fate drops into our soul-crushing, desperate lives of unending torment.
I need to stop watching Mojodramas...
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:38 am
Oh, okay. Just as long as I don't have something on my face.
*gives the guy a slight wave, and then turns back to the bottles sitting on the bar in front of him*
Hey, your weird readings don't have anything to do with time travel, do they? That's been a problem here in the past...or maybe the future...
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:40 am
Time travel's nothing new, but there's some weird fluxuations. Then again, with you Legion types popping in and out, the temporal fabric always has a few moth-holes in it. Not that I do anything to discourage the little fellas from nipping holes myself.
~scans the house again~
It might help to know where this thing came from.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:42 am
Probably my oven in the kitchen...which means someone touched my oven...which means that if there is a single scratch on it, someone will die.
*Tenzil stares into space for a moment, and then snaps back to attention*
Or at least pay for the buffing and repainting.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:42 am
"Or you could simply ask that guy why he's staring at you, monsoiur. It could be that you have a great behind, non?" 'That Guy' lifted the bottle of champagne inspected the label closely, then set it on the counter next to him. It was definitely to hand if a bludgeoning weapon became necessary. He looked up at the pair again.
"Are you expecting witches, madame?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:45 am
I DO have a great behind. In a poll of senatorial backsides, I rated in the top percentile amongst voters across all classes.
*nods*
Well! Proper introductions are appropriate then, I think! I'm Tenzil Kem, also known as Matter-Eater Lad from the Legion. This is Rita Wayword, from the Mojoverse. We're former running mates, though the election was actually a sham and it was probably a good thing we weren't elected anyways, because the guy who wound up taking the job was assassinated.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:46 am
Magic using females with ill intent? In here? Wouldn't dream of it. Then again, never can tell what to expect in here. Like, say, bleached ninjas with french accents...
stare
Have you checked the oven yet? I mean, this sort of undertaking might leave the entire kitchen a total disaster area.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:48 am
Good point! Excuse me.
*Slides off his stool and heads behind the bar into the kitchen area*
...
MY KITCHEN!!!!
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:51 am
~checks her Kitchen-Cam~
Good, I got your reaction on film. This will look great on Public Official Bloopers.
~pats Tenzil on the back gently~
It's alright, we'll get this cleaned up. I can call in some of my cyber-mutants to help out if you want.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:52 am
"Enchante. I'm Fantomex. Not really a ninja, more a freelance thief."
Fantomex didn't stand for the introduction. Instead, he crossed one leg over the other and made a show of smoothing his white leather coat down. He was, in actual fact, checking to see if his guns were still in place. It became a habit after a while.
"Are you both staff here?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:55 am
Well, Nice to meet you Fantomex. I'm not staff. I just hang around here for the train wrecks and to be the voice of disdain. And a thief you say. Interesting.
~smirks~
You have some nice hardware.
~offers a buisness card~
Let me know if you want some upgrades. I have references.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 11:58 am
I'm a chef here part-time. I also provide legal representation here in the Nexus, so if you're caught stealing anything, feel free to look me up.
*hands over his own business card, which gives off a happy trumpeting sound when handed over.*
I've never lost a case. Trust me, I'm a Senator.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 12:02 pm
'Nice hardware' was usually a double entendre in Fantomex's experience, so the offer to 'upgrade'' his 'hardware' once more caused both eyebrows to vanish under his mask.
"I... I'm not sure what you mean, madame." He turned his head at the trumpeting noise from the business card and took it between two fingers. "I've heard of a matter-eater lad but I thought you'd be... fatter. The senator part is a surprise too, monsiour."
The place was getting more surreal by the moment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 12:05 pm
I lost over 400 weight units thanks to hard work, perseverance, and a vindictive super-scientist in the future.
Of course, I GAINED all that weight in the first place because I ate a tunnel through a planet and then got shot with a faulty laser gun. It all evens out in the end.
*Tenzil nods as if that pretty much explains everything*
At any rate, welcome to the Nexus. Attach 'hope you survive the experience' propaganda here, etc.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 12:06 pm
I mean that I can treat you right, handle anything you've got and show you things you've only dreamed of. Faster, better, more stamina, you have no idea what i can make you do once I get ahold of you.
You might be sore for a few days, but you won't regret it.
~She offered a sly smile~
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