Chips and Kindness

October 16, 2017:

Blackagar ends up mysteriously transported from half-way across the world and is still getting his bearings….so Emery buys him some chips (American Fries) because that's what kindness is all about.

New York City - Central Park

Sitting on 843 acres of public land, Central Park is one of the most famous sight-seeing spots in New York, and is considered large enough to have its own police precinct (the Central Park Precinct) dedicated to its protection. The Park boasts several lakes — all of which have been created artificially — extensive walking and bridle paths, two ice skating rinks, a variety of outdoor theater spaces, several playgrounds, and a considerable collection of whimsical statuary. It is home to Belvedere Castle, the Carousel, the Central Park Zoo, the Conservatory, and Cleopatra's Needle(one of three, 70-foot Egyptian obelisks from the Temple of Ra in Helios, its mates residing in London and Paris).

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Fade In…

Its that time of day near the afternoon, where lunch time crowds are thinning out and people trying to avoid the lunch time rushes can be found wandering about. There's an individual clad in a pair of dark jeans, a pair of dark boots, and a dark brown leather jacket tugged on over a cream colored henley…a cream colored beanie on his head, his hair tucked back into it as he sprawls comfortably on a picnic bench, idly watching ducks play in the pond as an unlit cigarette dangles from between his lips, his eyes hidden by a pair of mirroed shades. The Irishman is fashionably scruffy the hints of a five o'clock shadow gracing his jawline and he just stares at the water.

*

Black Bolt was…..in a place he didn't recognize. When the Genetic Council sent him out..he was somewhere in Asia. Where did Maximus send him? Where was his family? This place surely wasn't Attilan. He looks completely out of place in terms of what he's wearing. A black tailcoat with a mysterious decal on the front (his emblem) black pants and combat boots. Definately not the social norm…and he sticks out like a sore thumb. A few people even tried to compliment him for 'cosplaying' but were confused when he didn't say anything in return or just looks flat out lost at their words.

He hasn't had too much interaction with earth's general population, and as such, touches a car as if he'd never seen one before. He hasn't said a word to anyone, strangely enough. No hello, no good day, no good afternoon. he just kinda….looks lost, looking almost awed at the tall buildings and such, before he walks in a direction, coincidentally enough, the same direction that Emery just so happens to be sitting.

*

The fit Irishman on the bench, slips a silver lighter from a pocket and cups the end of his cigarette, preparing to light up when his eyes fall on…the young man who looks like he is pretty out of place from the neck down and he lowers both the lighter and his hand, hooking a finger into the bridge of his shades and tugging them down a bit to follow the young man with the shockingly beautiful eyes for a few moments before he pushes his shades up a bit and leans back against the bench.

Emery is quiet for a few moments, just studying the man's body language and movements carefully before he plucks the cigarette from between his lips and clears his throat, raising his voice a bit. "Let me guess, ye just finished a runway show? One of those exotic French designers?" His accent is not…New York at all, his tones lilting and his voice soft…vowels rounded, colored by his Irish ancestry.

*

Black Bolt just continued headed in a direction, though eventually his also surprisingly beautiful eyes fall upon the Irishman before him, though he tilts his head at him and he double takes his environment, looking around. But when asked about where he came from in a sarcastic manner, he looks down to his attire, and he just shakes his head.

Though Blackagar seems rather easily distracted at just how -loud- the city was, the lost King looking about even moreso before his gaze falls upon Emery once more.

*

There was no sarcasm on Emery's part, just an attempt to make the poor lad feel more at ease but he leans foward a bit, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studies Black Bolt and then scoots over on the bench slightly, showing that there is space there, an open invitation. "Well then ye 'ave to lend me the name of whoever makes yer shoes at least." He flashes a dimpled grin and lifts a hand in a wave before looking back towards the pond and the ducks.

*

Black Bolt just looks at the space that Emery makes for him, who, perhaps cautiously, does agree to sit down with a small nod, sitting down slowly with a small, overwhelmed breath. Yeah…he needed to sit down. This was almost too much for him…almost. Though when Emery speaks to him again, Blackagar sighs a silent breath, before using his two fingers to cut across his own neck..as if perhaps to say that he can't talk. He starts to do sign language. « The shoes were made by the royal tailor of Attilan (which he uses the sign for home city). » then he lowers his hands. Still no use of his voice, but if he was using sign language, and his previous action…pretty obvious that he's mute.

*

"Ahhh…." Emery's eyes follow the motions of the hands but his sign-language is very rudimentary to say the least, he knows the basics and the alphabet but has never had to learn more than that. He does however clock the young man as a mute and bows his head almost apologetically. He pats his chest and then reaches into an inner pocket for his electronic 'notepad' contraption. He still isn't sure why they don't call them 'phones that do everything but make phonecalls' but its got a little stylus and everything.

"Easy now blue eyes, take a quick rest." A thumb presses the on button and he swipes across the screen to a notepad app, opening it up and typing a few words in. Fat, Cat, Rat. As an example and then pushing an icon that reads the words outloud. He offers the device to Black Bolt. "Go on then, give it a go. Ye 'ave to forgive me, I never learned…all of that completely. Ye be a bit lost don't ye?"

*

Blackagar nods softly to Emery when he seems to come to the realization..though tilts his head when he pulls out this strange contraption. It certainly got Blackagar's attention when he started to open 'apps' and 'icons', looking like it was the first time he had ever seen such a thing. Blackagar smiles softly, but looks hesitant to accept the device, until Emery shows him a little bit what to do, that's when Bolt accepts the device and takes the stylus in his hand.

He listens to what Emery says to him afterwards, giving a light nod as if to forgive him, and at his statement, he starts to, albeit carefully as to not break it, 'write' with the Stylus, eventually, an electronic voice would read out what Blackagar had wrote.

"I am sorry. I am not from here, nor am I certain how I arrived in this loud place."

*

Another dimple smile is given as Blackagar get the concept. Emery is careful not to move too quickly as he nods towards the device and shrugs a shoulder. "When I landed in this country, and walked into the airport it was a bit of a shocker. Not the loudest place I've ever been, mind ye, but it does get a bit much when ye are used to a quieter life." He replies, head cocked at a thoughtful angle.

A glance is slid back towards Blackagar as he pushes his shades back into place. "If ye aren't certain how ye arrived then…do ye know where ye were tryin' to go?"

*

Blackagar finds this man's smile somewhat infectious and actually ends up giving him a little smile too in return for the first time, listening to his story of when he first arrived, giving the impression that he definately wasn't from there. Besides, the accent was a tad of a good sign already that he was foreign, from what Black Bolt had heard from others.

At his question though, Blackagar shakes his head a little, taking the stylus once again in his hand and starts to write. Eventually, that same electronic, mechanical voice speaks what he had wrote. "I had no set destination. My duty was to simply explore, and learn more about the world through travels, and become wiser through it."

*

There is a comfortable silence, no pressure or sense of urgency from the Irishman as he waits for the other man's response, glancing down at the device and then back to Blackagar as he lifts an eyebrow slightly. "Duty?" He adjusts himself on the bench, crossing and uncrossing his legs as he considers how to process what he's just heard. "And so ye explorin' brought ye to New York? Where did ye come from if New York is the first place ye come to learn more about the world? Most students in Uni go somewhere exotic for their gap year, like…Tibet or Thailand." He's guessing mostly here at the man's age. Placing him in the young but legal bracket mentally, for his own sanity's sake.

*

Blackagar shakes his head, taking the stylus and writing more, but he doesnt seem frustrated or anything at this particular piece of technology…and he actually does it rather patiently, apparently already writing even when Emery is speaking. Though he did pause when he heard 'Uni' giving him a small shrug like he didn't know what that was, before he starts writing again. and consequently, the electronic voice goes again.

"My travels did not send me specifically to New York. When last I saw, I was in the middle of a place called Asia, in a city called Hong Kong. But then I felt myself hit…shot by something. I was here the next moment. In this…place."

*

"/Shit/ lad, ye got shot?" Emery sits up a bit, turning to eye Blackagar with concern, looking him over for some clue as to perhaps where he was shot or what that means. "Okay, lets…back up a bit." He moves his hands in a time-out motion, shaking his head quickly. "Ye were travelin' in Hong Kong and then somethin' happened and ye ended up in New York, and ye dun know what happened in that in between time?"

*

Blackagar would lift a hand up as if trying to say to calm down when he sees Emery start to shift and show some form of concern. He pats himself in multiple places as to simply say that he wasn't harmed. Afterwards, he starts to write with the stylus again. eventually pushing that button to spawn that voice once more. "I am unharmed. The shot was not intended to be lethal nor in actuality wounding. But whatever it did, it sent me somewhere. That much is clear." he puts the stylus down and just takes a moment to -breathe-.

*

A moment of silence and the Irishman takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and tucking the cigarette he still hasn't smoked, behind an ear. Arms are folded and then unfolded before he shrugs. "Alright then. I tink I need somethin' to fortify me if we are going to be havin' a conversation about weird shite, that's for certain." He pushes himself up to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and then holding up a finger. "Stay here, dun…get not shot at and poof and end up in Africa or sommat while I'm gone, okay?"

Emery looks around before he jogs off towards one of the many street vendors, exchanging pleasantries. Whatever he's ordering looks alot like french fries and nachos had a baby, along with a couple of bottles of off-brand sprite and plenty of napkins and a couple of forks. Everything is precariously balanced, with the ease of someone who has practiced carrying more food than a person should have to over unsteady terrain as he makes his way back to the bench. One of the paper baskets of fries and cheese and toppings is offered to Blackagar along with a fork as he gives a nod and lowers himself back down beside him.

*

Blackagar just looks at his hands as they are clasped together in thought like that of a noble in deep thought before making a grand decision. Eventually though, Emery rises and speaks, and Blackagar just gives him a kind smile, too trusting that he would return….then tilts his head when he returns with strange food and drink like he hadn't even seen anything like that before.

He points at it as if questioning what it was.

*

"Its the type of food ye eat if ye've been drinkin' all night. Or if ye magically get transported from one continent to another without a clue as to how it happened." Emery gives a nod, setting the sodas between himself and Blackagar. "Its cheesey and salty and the chips are simply well done from that vendor there." He nods in the direction of the Vendor. Eyes close and lips move in a tiny prayer before he's spearing a cheese smothered fry with a fork. "So, through out all this I realized we never made proper introductions. Me name's Emery Papsworth, Professional Butler and Certified Personal Assistant, at yer service - ye got a name blue eyes?"

*

Blackagar examines his food and he cannot deny that it looks good, whatever this is…apparently though it's called what Emery described. Quite the mouthful, or so Blackagar thinks. He glances then to the drinks, picking one up and investigates it, looking absolutely curious. Though his attention is stolen by Emery when he brings to his attention that they haven't been properly introduced. After his introduction, Black Bolt would nod a few times, before picking up the Stylus again, and writing down a name…

Amusingly enough, the computer seems to have trouble saying it. "Black-aGar Bolt-agone." which just doesnt sound right to Black Bolt, shaking his head and he just shows him what he wrote. "Blackagar Boltagon." yeah….definately not from around here.

*

The name is ran through Emery's mental datbase of first and sur-names, internationally, that he has ever heard or heard of and nothing is ringing a bell as he just neatly shoves a few forked fries into his mouth, chewing slowly and nodding slowly. "…now that's quite a name tere." He exhales softly, nodding towards the man's food. "I keep askin' ye questions, me apologies. Go on then tuck in." A pause. "So if ye dunno how you got here, and take yer time to answer that, do you know where ye be sleepin' tonight?"

*

Blackagar would smile when he, perhaps sarcastically, compliments his name, and afterwards he bows his head respectfully. He glances at the drink he holds a little more, before opening it and giving it a soft sip. Oh wow, that's good! He starts to chug it a little bit before he sets it back down, resuming his seated position. Disciplined, back straight, forearms in his lap and his hands clasped together. Likely some kind of royalty -or- whoever taught him manners did a fantastic job.

At Emery's question, BLackagar would simpy shake his head. He had absolutely nothing in this world.

*

As someone who's served royalty before, there are little quirks and habits that the Butler picks up rather quickly and Emery takes a swig of his own soda, lowering his eyes for a moment from behind the safety of his shades and nodding a bit. "Well then, here. The room's a wee bit small but it'll do for however long ye want. I've got it reserved for teh month but that's cuz I'm movin' around. Ye go in, ye take this card, ye go to the 16th floor and ye go to the room that matches the number of the key. Its a VIP Suite, so ye should have what ye needed until ye get settled."

Emery tugs a slender white hotel key card from his inner left pocket and holds it out to Blackagar. "Findin' the hotel will be easy. I'll draw ye a bit of a map, okay?"

*

Blackagar would glance to Emery as he offers him a place to stay. Though initially suspicious at the kindness of strangers, Black Bolt does accept the card when it's given, looking it over, and glancing to Emery as he gives his instructions, giving a nod of his head and a clasp of his hands to show that he was attempting to say 'thank you'.

He gives him a warm smile, and takes another sip of this strange liquid called sprite, before looking to him. eventually reaching for the stylus once more "I greatly appreciate your kindness, Emery."

*

"Well. I can't say I expected to be sharin' a meal…wit a stranger from only god knows where." Emery is giving the other man a slow once over, mentally making notes of estimated measurements. The royal will find in that hotel room changes of clothing such as jeans, t-shirts and a couple of hoodies no doubt, but the Butler just shrugs a shoulder. "But I dun mind and ye be welcome. Sometimes…a wee bit of kindness is all we can give and all that we need."

*

Black Bolt is honestly quite surprised. But he does seem to smile at Emery's words…because laughing would be bad. Very bad for the surrounding area. He had no idea of any surprises in store, and as such, will probably be very thankful later. At Emery's words, Black Bolt would smile, reaching for the Stylus once more.

"Truer words have never been said. Kindness seems to become more rare." the electronic voice speaks.

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