We Didn't Start The Fire

December 27, 2017:

…. J'onn put it out!
Meggan meets 'Helen' again and Syn joins after a long Chicago night.

This could have turned out worse

Chicago

Big Midwestern City - Lincoln Park (bench)

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Fade In…

Meggan smiles, "Sounds lovely honestly. I would love to have seen that." She won't ask about his connections to the school. She tries to not pry into people's lives too too much. "There are a lot of people who want to help, it's just 'how' that always causes things to get interesting." She bounces her left foot in the air a bit from her crossed legs. "I try to help out with what I can when I can."

"It was quite the sight, and just one of the few ways the Mars was beautiful before the Cataclysm." J'onn admits to her, letting out a soft sigh, "Some of the greatest follies in history have come from the most noble of intentions." The Martian says with that same tinge of sadness from earlier, but with Meggan's power still working the bite on it is dulled. "Well, if you ever need to have a discussion about something that bothers you, I am willing to lend an ear, and provide as objective an opinion as I can."

J'onn seems to pause for a moment, head tilted just a little as if hearing something far off, "And it seems as if work is never done…" J'onn returns his gaze to Meggan, who is sitting on the park bench next to him, "I believe the police officers of Chicago are running into a situation with an out of control building fire. I think I will go and help before anyone is seriously hurt."

The park is mostly empty with the weather in Chicago, and so it is easy for him to shift into his Manhunter form without drawing attention, "A pleasure, as always Meggan, and as I said… if you need me, a call or thought of my name. I will be listening." Then the Martian is hovering up and over the treeline, heading south, and giving Meggan a parting wave.

Meggan is ready to offer to help but gets the sense from J'onn that he doesn't need it. "Be careful out there J'onn." But she'll sit up so he can get away from her and for now stays on that park bench. Both legs come up to cross and she settles in to watch the park goers. Her blonde hair catching the wind to show off the points. She's been on the park for a bit when a kid notices the ears and points calling. "Look mama. An elf, it's an elf mama! Mama mamma loook… yer not lookin' MOooooooom!"

'Helen' waited on the outskirts, but it seemed as if for too long… Maybe..

Shrugging from the tree, the space where her repose took revealed melted layers of ice… Due to the time there? Though the descent of melted droplets freezes in place with her departure, teardrops just above the Roots laidout over the Man-Made Sod ground.

"No on has to know…" A flick of hand towards the child while emerald gaze follows J'onn's rise and departure, the childs insistence one that is 'Phanto-'mimed'' with a splay of fingers before the echo of his lips.

An attempt to -not- have his mother's attention upon Meggan, and Helen while stiletto's pierce the icey surface of ground, cracking the surface, an absorption that splays outward in spiderwebbed design, blame the skirting of the 'Ulfar' lain lining upon her claok that is held in a tuck along her plexus, laden in Ink Meggan would recognize.

The child may (or may *not*) forget what he was babbling about in regards to Meggan as Helen passes, boots laced towards heven's ascent of thighs barely visible with every step that matches the splay of Lycanthropic lined splay of cloak. "Forget what you saw.." A draw of fingers along the child jawline and she is suddenly where J'onn once was upon the bench beside Meggan, legs crossed and arms exposed to expose the 'sleeves' of tattoo's, nails scraping along frozen seating behind them both.

"Why did you leave?" A look back to where J'onn went. "There was no fire." Beat. "I checked."

Meggan misses most of what happens between the family and Amora at first. She's just amused about hearing the kid's excitement. That is til there's a voice she sort of recognizes and Meggan's green eyes go up to Amora. "Leave? I'm still sitting here. I am confused." Head tipping a bit to understand things. "Been a long time, you were at the party right?"

Meggan would be confused…

It is the Way, afterall..

The child and Mother is deterred for a reason, while the woman that joins Meggan does not falter in the facade of a smile that is just a refraction of a shattered vision.

I am the Fire…

"I hosted The Party," /I could never blieve what was in front of me…!/ A draw of tipped nail along lower lip painted in visceral hue to draw back and away in a gin fitting of Gotham's Criminal Glasgow…

"You have a home to protect, why are you still sitting here?" Helen asks Meggan while her head tilts her way in a roll that draws eyes along 'Elvish' ears and contoured facial structure. "Time…" A tap of pendulum chips away ice on the bench behind Meggan while pale brow lofts her way.

"… is something we don't care about, right?"

"I am making sure those who 'matter' in Mid—- this world, remain."

Helen tilts her head towards Meggan in a roll of neck that draws a broken/fall, but a Cheshire Smile to Meggan, almost haunted. "You ran away. No one runs away…" A deep breath and Helen is lofting an arm to clasp fingers along the cloak and draw it tighter against the cold of Chicago Air… So Gotham…

"I am setting things right, with or without me." A clamp of lips, thinnig in the draw as it seems to Pain her somewhere down the Line…

"Listen to your friend, I find him familiar," A draw of eyes to the clouded sky. "In a way I cannot promise." A cast of gze towards Meggan, a broken lift towards a smile as she rises from beside her.

"My word is all I have," And perhaps Meggan, of all /people/ understands! "So I give it sparingly."

"Course I ran away," says Meggan. Her voice getting a bit smaller, the cold not bothering her as she hugs a leg to her chest. "I made you both mad. I didn't understand what is going on. I don't understand why you are talking to me. But… J'onn is a good friend. I try to help him out. He can understand me and I him somewhat." She looks up at the other woman, "I… thank you?" She clears her throat. "I didn't abandon the school."

Meggan would be confused…

It is the Way, afterall..

The child and Mother is deterred for a reason, while the woman that joins Meggan does not falter in the facade of a smile that is just a refraction of a shattered vision.

I am the Fire…

"I hosted The Party," /I could never blieve what was in front of me…!/ A draw of tipped nail along lower lip painted in visceral hue to draw back and away in a gin fitting of Gotham's Criminal Glasgow…

"You have a home to protect, why are you still sitting here?" Helen asks Meggan while her head tilts her way in a roll that draws eyes along 'Elvish' ears and contoured facial structure. "Time…" A tap of pendulum chips away ice on the bench behind Meggan while pale brow lofts her way.

"… is something we don't care about, right?"

"I am making sure those who 'matter' in Mid—- this world, remain."

Helen tilts her head towards Meggan in a roll of neck that draws a broken/fall, but a Cheshire Smile to Meggan, almost haunted. "You ran away. No one runs away…" A deep breath and Helen is lofting an arm to clasp fingers along the cloak and draw it tighter against the cold of Chicago Air… So Gotham…

"I am setting things right, with or without me." A clamp of lips, thinnig in the draw as it seems to Pain her somewhere down the Line…

"Listen to your friend, I find him familiar," A draw of eyes to the clouded sky. "In a way I cannot promise." A cast of gze towards Meggan, a broken lift towards a smile as she rises from beside her.

"My word is all I have," And perhaps Meggan, of all /people/ understands! "So I give it sparingly."

"Course I ran away," says Meggan. Her voice getting a bit smaller, the cold not bothering her as she hugs a leg to her chest. "I made you both mad. I didn't understand what is going on. I don't understand why you are talking to me. But… J'onn is a good friend. I try to help him out. He can understand me and I him somewhat." She looks up at the other woman, "I… thank you?" She clears her throat. "I didn't abandon the school."

It is only a few minutes at most, perhaps in the neighborhood of 5 or 6, and then J'onn is flying back to the park. As he lands he shifts back into his John Jones persona, still smelling of smoke and perhaps steaming a little, but as he approaches the park bench he can tell that she is no longer alone.

"Hello again, Meggan…" j'onn says, human guise walking up to the bench, and looking over at the new person that seems to be talking to her. "I don't think we've met. I'm John Jones, Private Investigator here in Chicago." and he offers Helen a hand in polite gesture. There is that small amount of steam wafting off of him in the Cold air, but he has removed most of the stench of the smoke before walking up to the two.

Meggan's words about -not- leaving Xavier's has Helen raising a hand, the fur of the Ulfr parting from the hems of cloak to reveal ink laden span of the back of her hand as it waffles in a so-so motion. "You left a place of your belonging, and have you returned?" A tilt of head, hair pinned up and back from hard-boned visage sweeps along exposed neck, tail of a braid sweeping along her jawline.

"I, left," A lower of hand but in John's arrival it pauses in an angled drop, fingers curling inward. "I cause risk. You can help…" But the words left vague to Meggan as Helen lifts her chin in his approach, the recoil of fingers to delve nails into palm unfurl and accept the 'shake'.

"Helen Eve. A former …. Resident close to Meggan." A draw of eyes from the other blonde towards that of John, slow in the paling flicker of Green eyes.

Someone had a night. Someone must have had a long night, and maybe, maybe a certain flask of Bjorr was finally consumed, because well, there hasn't been any reports of bars having been emptied of their stock nearby. Syn was supposed to take a left when she left the bar, but in her present state she took a right towards a different subconscious signature.

This rather means that the Asgardian is… well, audible, long before she's visible, accompanied by the drunken slurring of the one poor Icelandic guy that had made the mistake of drinking with her and is currently struggling with the whole managing to set one foot in front of the other without succumbing to alcohol poisoning.

The song is less 'what shall we do with the drunken sailor' and more… well, yes. Morbid, to most, but at least the blond seems to be very good cheer for someone wearing holey fur cloak thrown over a 'Made in Chicago' navy wifebeater and her usual leather pants. The guy's wearing a Chicago Bears hat with a 'I <3 NYC' tee, and looks like he'd happily curl up on a bench if he wasn't being physically held up by the drunken former valkyrie making her way across the park.

Shaking her hand, grip firm but friendly, "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Eve." John replies in a polite manner. "If you're having a personal conversation I can move on. I don't mean to intrude on you two…" His eyes casting a quick glance to Meggan, his emotions betraying curiosity and concern for Meggan, "I hadn't realized she knew someone else in town."

As Syn starts to make her way into the park, John chuckles under his breath, and sends out a mental ping to her to let her know he is around. Once she acknowledges his presence, he'll say «Hello Syn. I see you have had a good night here….» then he will accompany the words with a picture of him in his John Jones disguise.

Meggan purses her lips as she listens to Helen. She still isn't sure what to make of this woman. Or really this situation. "Welcome back, John." Greeting her friend from the park bench they had been sharing earlier. "You can stay Jon, it shouldn't be a problem." She rather he stay for now at the least. "I don't see how you caused more risk then anyone else Helen, but I confess I don't know you and our first meeting ended rather poorly." Her accent a bit stronger when she talks about that night a few months ago. "Another friend," Meggan asks of Syn as the man comes up? THe question directed at John and Helen both.

Helen took John's hand, her nearly translucent green gaze reflecting his silhouette until it flicks the tinged hues of iris' towards Syn and her companion. The shake of John's hand tenses and then withdrawals to hide beneath her cloak, swallowed in hemline of fur, while Meggan speaks, drawing her head to tilt, the inked spanse of neck 'bandaged' and 'stitched' in black and blue Art exposed in the curiousity alone. "It did, but noit in the manner I feel you take it as." A brief smile and she is placing herself between John, Meggan, and Syn's approach with her backward-walk, taking words as they are -Black&White-.

"Another lost in the Windy City during the Winter. Blame the Bells." A tick-tock of chimed fingertip and she turns slightly to look towards Syn. The look speaks /Volumes/ from Meggan, John, and towards Syn…

Salvation's…

Army..

Indeed…..

Potentially fortuitous for Syn's drinking companion, at least. When Syn gets distracted by J'onn's thought he's loosed from the support of her arm and staggers, finding a nearby bin to puke his guts into. He, at least, realizes that the road's where he's liable to find his motel, but by time he's trying to point this out to the Asgardian she's already wandered off… leaving him to stumble in the direction of his hotel with some modicum of relief.

Syn, on the other hand, even at a distance raises a hand to acknowledge J'onn, even if she has to stop with all the grace of a startled gazelle to stare blearily about before spotting him, and his companions by extension. Yes, that would be the tall blond woman incoming, even if the attempt to pretend she's other than sober is minimal, at best, in her wending way towards them… the poor Icelander entirely forgotten in her wake.

"Blessaður!" offered to the trio with her approach, arms open, and a perhaps entirely too beatific smile etched on her face, sunny in its drunken nonchalance.

"Ok, Meggan, as long as I'm not intruding…" releasing Helen's hand and glancing over to Syn and her now-former companion. John takes up his spot on the bench again, watching and listening at the dialogue between Helen and Meggan with a little bit of a confused look on his features, but remains silent as it doesn't appear a topic he's well versed in for now.

As Syn begins making her way in their direction, Johns normally calm face quirks a grin at the corner of his mouth as well as raising an eyebrow for the briefest of moments. Meggan will catch a bit of shock, chagrin, and then no small amount of mirth from the man as he states, "It seems she's had quite a bit to drink…" Then he nods to Meggan, "…yes, we've met, talked, and dealt with a threat or two in the time we've been acquainted. I would consider her a friend."

Then to Syn, John raises his hand in greeting, "Greetings and Blessings on you too, Syn." his voice not quiet as deep as normal, "It looks as if you've had a wonderful evening so far…"

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