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I spy a spy

WHO: Natasha and YOU
WHERE: Not-Temba
WHAT: Exploring!
WHEN: Late July
WARNINGS: None, yet.

Civics Center

Impressive buildings are just asking to be explored. Aside from that, it's a tall structure that would allow Nat to see more of the city. She spends some time looking around the lower floors before scaling one of the pillars to get to the higher levels. Eventually, she makes it to the roof garden. If anyone looks up, they might notice a figure perched on the edge of the roof. She idly swings one foot over the edge as she writes some notes in a notebook with one hand. The other holds a piece of fruit she'd been munching on.

Palace & Estate

What? They're big and important-looking. Big enough that she'll likely spend several days exploring here. She might actually spend a nights there, too. Important people tended to keep important things around, after all. And since the laboratory is inaccessible, maybe she can find something useful in one of these buildings... maybe even a way into the laboratory.

Wildcard

Who are we kidding, Nat is going to be looking all over the place and try to get into all sorts of places she's not supposed to. Want to do something specific? Let me know!

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Ezra's been trying to use the buddy system while exploring to cut down on himself or whoever he tags along with running into trouble but, ok, even he doesn't do it perfectly.But hey, here's a person he can remedy that with. If she's willing. It's hard to know, since he's only seen her vaguely around and - memorably - at the Howl. She'd been fairly quick to pull a weapon out, as he recalls.

So rather than run the risk of startling her up close and personal he stands below her and calls out, "Coming up!"

He makes his way to the roof pretty quickly, making use of the Force to make jumps and fling himself to hand holds along on the way. "Find anything interesting?" he greets, once he's close enough to easily hold a conversation.

Shhh. She doesn't need a buddy. Also she only drew her weapon when Drake came bursting in with his. She's more responsible than that tyvm.

She leans over, looking down towards the voice. Her eyebrows raise as she watches the impressive display. Smiling slightly, she tilts her head at him. "Other than you? Yeah, a few things."

Ezra cocks his head in second of genuine puzzlement - why is he interesting? Then he glances over his shoulder towards the ground as the realization clicks into place.

"Oh! Well, I'm definitely not the only one around who can do that sort of thing. I dunno if that makes it more or less interesting?" he offers, with a slightly sheepish smile.

"I'm Ezra. I know the name that goes with the profile the Agrii comes up with, but as far as I can tell those don't have much to do with what people actually want to be called. So what do you go by?"

She shrugs. "Back home you wouldn't be. Here, you're the first one I've met who could do that."

Ah, yes, the Agrii profiles. She'd read through them... She wasn't impressed. She nods."Natasha. Nice to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you too, Natasha," Ezra replies.

"And there's a few of us. I mean - there's a bunch of people here with different sets of abilities that vary widely, but there's a small handful of us specifically from sort around the same time and region of space with the same sort of training. If you caught Master Kenobi's story about the Jedi and Sith, at Moonshade's Howl, then...it's something both Jedi and Sith can do. Or, untrained Force sensitives can too, actually. Channeling energy into jumps is one the things I did without realizing I was doing it, before I had any training at all."

She listens, tilting her head a little. Jedi. Sith. Such strange words. She remembers hearing something about them at the Howl, but she hadn't been paying complete attention to the stories. "Force sensitive? That's what you call it?" Her eyebrows shoot up. "No offense, but shouldn't something like that have a flashier name?"

"Why does it need to be flashier?" Ezra asks, cocking his head in genuine puzzlement.

"What kind of flashy?"

She shrugs, "It just sounds like something we learn about in Middle School Science class. Force equals mass times acceleration and all that." Raising a hand, she smirks, "Don't get me wrong, it's not like I have powers of my own or anything. I'm just saying. It sounds like something from a 70's movie or something."

He opens his mouth and closes it and tilts his head the other way.

"I do have a bunch of made up memories of Earth - you're from Earth, right? So I kinda know what you mean," he admits reluctantly.

"Well, where I'm actually from, there are lots of different names for the Force, in lots of languages and cultures. But if you're Jedi trained and speaking Basic, then yes, we usually call it the Force. But the traditional weapon of a Jedi is a lightsaber, and-"

He figures that's warning enough, and flips his saber hilt into his hand and flicks it on.

The flashy also speaks for itself, right?

She nods in response to the question. Yup. Good ol' Earthling right here. She has limited experience going anywhere else. But they're not talking about that.

"The different languages and cultures thing I can understand. I was trained from a young age in many languages and how to blend into different cultures. Sometimes things don't translate very well." She shrugs, "Or have any translation at all."

Then the growing blade literally grows from the hilt. Her eyes widen and she doesn't even try to hide the shock on her face. It looks like something Tony would have had wet dreams over. "Ебена мать" She mutters. Chuckling, she shakes her head. "Alright, now you're just showing off."

He grins and shrugs, because well, yeah - before flipping his saber off and rehooking it onto his belt.

"What language was that? It's funny what does and doesn't get translated, or...however it works. Because there's no way we all naturally speak a common language."

"Russian." She shrugs. "I've had that thought, too. We're all from different universes, worlds, and times and yet we can all understand each other perfectly. One of the many curious things about this place."

"Yeah, prying answers out of this place doesn't seem to be easy," Ezra grumbles.

"So what's the other interesting stuff you've come across?"

The approach to the large building up the leafy path filled Tony with more anxiety than he was anticipating, making him start to doubt the impulsive choice to scope it out alone after finding what looked like a beekeepers hat in the warehouse. It wasn't that he exactly expected the hat to come in handy this time, like he suspected it might have back in Temba, but he was very lucky to have Cal and Jon with him in that case because he hadn't exactly planned for all circumstances. And all circumstances were likely to occur.

Tony wasn't given much room to decide to turn back, because he was upon the building he suspected would be here much faster than he anticipated, the roads shorter and architecture smaller in this city, clustering everything closer together. Effectively more curious than nervous, Tony peered up at the grand design with wide eyes over the fence, finding it much more familiar than he had even assumed that he would find, then took a running jump at the barrier to quickly clamber, then vault over it into the garden. Maybe this time, the door would just be open.

The door is open, in fact. Mostly because he wasn't the first one inside. By chance, she'd been by one of the windows and saw the movement in the garden. She knew she wouldn't be the only one to visit such an obvious place to explore, but it made her smile when she realized who it was coming to the door.

She moved so she'd be to the side of the door when it opened. Leaning casually against the wall, she waited until he stepped over the threshold to speak. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's polite to knock first?"

The walk up to the door was a strange relief that had Tony sucking in a deep breath. While the grass was long and thick, the claustrophobia of the dense jungle eased away in this approach to the building, apparently held back at the fence line to leave the sky above strangely open and the air not as close and humid as Tony had become accustomed to since arriving. That was about as far as Tony thought about it before he was pushing the door open, because he was intrigued to find a very familiar looking expansive hall, and grand staircase leading up and away from where he entered, the french doors at the top of the landing that he knew already would lead into that greenhouse, the row of doors to the one side and to the other--

"SHIT--god--christ!" Tony spooked, jumping away from the unexpected voice and the figure that was way too close for comfort. Both of his hands came up, one in a familiar reflex with his palm toward his attacker and gloved fingers clawed around it, the other tucking tight against his chest to clutch at his heart that felt like it was going to come straight through his ribs to expire in his awaiting fist. He had hardly recovered his balance before he was complaining, "I have a heart condition, you know, you can't just do that to a guy, are you trying to kill me?" Natasha. When had she caught the train?

To her credit, Nat didn't laugh at his reaction. It was funny, though. She smirked, raising an eyebrow at the out stretched hand. "Fastest high-five in the west."

Shaking her head, she pushed off the wall and walked over to him. She patted his shoulder. "Oh come on, you're fine." She paused for a moment before adding, "It's nice to see you, Tony." What? She might miss the Avengers. Maybe. Definitely.

The tease for his defensive hand had Tony wrinkling his nose and dropping it with a shake like he could cool off the faint glow from his glove, but the other hand stayed to scratch anxiously at his chest even as he nodded along with the pat. "We should do this some day where you try a phone call, maybe an email, we arrange a date and a safe word before I feel like I'm being attacked," he suggested, still prickly, but that was difficult to maintain when he could feel Tasha's smile. His shoulders relaxed with a heavy breath, and he admitted, "You're not too bad to look at yourself. Is this where you've been? Really made the place your own."

She chuckled, "Sounds like a fun night." It felt a little weird talking to him like that. Back in her universe he was married with a daughter... But this was a different Tony. Some things never changed, at least.

"I went down in the mines first to make sure the intrepid adventurers didn't get ambushed. Then I hopped the train over here. Pretty nice place, huh? Figured if I'm going to be squatting I might as well do it in style."

Natasha probably would have kept the trouble short and sweet if the Agrii pest control didn't work as advertised down in those mines, but it sounded a little like she had learned the same lesson that Tony had long ago and he nodded slowly to relate, "Everyone here's pretty good at taking care of themselves, aren't they?" At least, it certainly hadn't been Tony doing the good work, because he couldn't seem to be able to get much further than this glove without some severe setbacks to the Iron Man. Looking up at the vaulted ceiling he muttered idly, "Really frees up the schedule."

This place was the kind of luxury that Tony was surprised no one else had laid claim to, either here or back in Temba. Cobb was breaking his back cobbling together some run down bungalows when a perfectly good estate was sitting there, largely untouched. Tony had to acknowledge with a thumb over his shoulder back the way he had come, "I've set up in a classroom back there near the fountain. A classroom, that's got to say something psychologically damning about it, doesn't it? And here you are."

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