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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 21:53:27 GMT -5
As she corrects his English, he nods and raises his glass in thanks. "I appreciate the correction. Many colloquialisms I do not quite grasp." He swallows another mouthful of the potent spirt and smirks at her noneducational of wine.
"It's an art. There are many kinds. Varietals. Varieties on a certain grape. If you are not a fan of sweeter versions, there are drier sorts. Each with their own infusions based on how they were aged, when they were decanted, what grape was used, when such fruit was harvested, or even if it was frozen, overripe when it was plucked from the vine..." He speaks as if he were revisiting a great love. Which is not that untrue. He was raised in wine country, breathed the air, his toes in the dirt since before he could walk. So to have such an opportunity to enlighten someone?
He closes his eyes after another swig of his drink. "And there is port, which is fortified wine. Or cognac, a Brandy. Stronger flavors of variant wines, if you're interested. It's produced by distilling wine. Potent." This brings about a curt nod, for if he drinks this sort of Scotch with no visual twitch he is quite aware of what a 'strong' drink entails.
"Some men adhere to the perceptions attributed to one that drinks a fine liquor rather than actually enjoying it's subtleties. A fluid yet false sense of propriety. Which is why I offered to buy your next round or rounds. You appreciate the drink, not the illusion that surrounds one that drinks the label." He laughs roughly. "Then again, there is an entire philosophy behind who drinks what, and why, and I could talk for hours on it, and it would become quite boring."
He nods to her joyful acquiescence to his offer. "I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to, Shayera." She is peculiar in her mannerisms. Or he may be missing something in how she is responding. Either way he's more than willing to indulge in another glass or two with conversation to go with it.
"Then I do believe we're in good company for the evening. And if I may be as bold as to inquire after your-" He motions with his glass to her wings, a feature he had noticed for quite a while before he actually went to speak to her.
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Laughing a little, Shayera explains, "It's not a colloquialism, it's just the truth. 'Rampant' merely means she doesn't hold it back. 'Rabid' means that she's an extremist." Which, at least in Shayera's opinion, is the truth depth of that particular flaw of Diana's. She's not going to argue that women are anything less than wonderful, but she's also not going to go claiming that either gender is superior to the other. Male or female, everyone is just people and gender only enters the picture at a select few points.
When he starts to ramble about wine, Shayera simply sips her scotch and listens. Though she's been told on many occasions that wine is a very varied drink, she wasn't overly impressed by the sweeter stuff she'd tried and hadn't bothered to try to explore her way to something more to her liking. Probably because she discovered liquor pretty quickly - and she loves liquor. Well, much of it. She doesn't like alcohol for the effect it has on her mind, which is quite mild unless she's actually trying, she actually loves the flavor of it. "I've tried a brandy before - also too sweet for my taste. Cognac is better?" she asks curiously. Not only has she not had much opportunity to explore, she also hasn't had very many people to point her in the right direction. Seems like most of the people she knows are either teetotalers or roaring drunks with few in between who know and care enough about the differences between the drinks to point her in the right direction.
She looks amused as he starts talking about the philosophies of drinks, commenting, "I don't try to overthink it: I like what I like, I hate what I hate, I prefer what I prefer. I admit that I don't know a lot about the labels, types, histories... if you ask me, none of that should matter. Only thing that matters is how good it tastes," she states easily. She supposes that's philosophy about alcohol in and of itself, but there you have it.
Sipping her scotch, she smiles and then laughs when he asks about her wings. "That's probably the most polite way anyone has ever asked that question. It's usually 'What's with the wings?' or 'So... wings, huh?' or they just stare and don't ask," she shakes her head at that. "Like I said, I'm Thanagarian - I'm from the planet Thanagar. I know I mostly look like one, but I'm not human and the wings are merely the most visible difference. There's quite a few species in the galaxy that look exactly like or similar to humans - there's lots of theories about that, but I won't get into them. In any event, yes they're real and yes they work - I can break the sound barrier," she replies, and as she does so she - noting that there's enough room - idly stretches one of her wings so that it passes behind Marc. Not only does that feel good after keeping it in the mostly folded 'relaxed' state she keeps them in when she's not using them, it also shows quite clearly that they move just as easily as any bird's wings. And that it's a solid seven and a half feet long.
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As Shayera schooled him he had to smile over his glass. She was correct. Very correct. Rabid and rampant were two highly different words. "I appreciate that correct. Two quite different explanations. I had not thought her to be more 'rabid' as you say, than 'rampant.' I pity the man who runs into a woman, or man, that is of both such inclinations.
It was a bit of a trick question, as he rubs his jaw. Is all brandy sweet? Yes and no. Is cognac better? Not exactly. "It's named more for the region, Cognac is from France, specifically. But there are brands that are less sweet. But it is much a personal preference."
He laughs with gusto at her own personal manifesto of drinking. "And there are those who don't care for the words of others, as you do, and drink what their palette and tongue desire. I respect those of that mindset more than those that are trendy." Mostly because he has done his time as a bartender, and dealt with his share of asshats.
"It's rude to stare without a follow-up. And rude is rude no matter what language, or city." He finished his drink, setting the glass down with his coaster over the top as she went along a quite thorough explanation of why, and how she had them. Raising a brow he was quite impressed. Wings. With such skills that transcended vanity. Now that was something. "And you chose Gotham, of all places to live, other than your home. And thankfully, you can bypass the cab system in this city. It might be a bit forthright to ask; but are you aware of these rock cliffs I have heard are fantastic for climbing? No one seems to have heard of their specific location, or would prefer such 'riff-raff' as myself stay unawares." He'd asked around now and again to try and suss out their location, but nothing had come of it. His eyes watch her wing extend, his hand twitching near his glass. He'd love to experience it, but feels it rude. And would highly contradict his prior words.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 11:15:27 GMT -5
"Well, you don't know her as well as I do," Shayera says easily, as she's seen the woman have her periods of merely being rampant about it as well. Hang out with her enough, though, and you'll see that she's plenty rabid too - even if it isn't all the time. Luckily for everyone, both at once isn't something that Shayera has witnessed, so it must happen rarely if at all. Such a display would make Shayera's want to wring the Princess's neck...
The explanation of the relation between brandy and cognac prompts a frown from Shayera as she simply responds by saying, "I see." Why can't they simply label these things based on flavor? She's sure that it would be a lot less difficult to figure out that way - everyone could easily find whatever suits their tastes best that way without all this fishing around for it. But then, she must admit that having to fish for it makes it all perhaps a bit more interesting. Except for all those points where she tried something that was completely not to her taste - it's bad experiences like that which has turned her off of wine.
She nods easily when he calls the staring rude - because that's exactly what it is! Though she can understand why someone would be too nervous to want to say anything, if you're already staring then as far as she's concerned saying something has become mandatory because remaining silent has become far more rude than the staring was to begin with. She looks a bit amused when he questions her choice of city to live in, though the amusement fades quickly because the real reasons are quite serious. "I don't have a home - Thanagar was conquered by the Gordanians recently," she says first, knowing that will mean little to him other than as a reference to her homeplanet. "And I'm here now because I have some long-term business to take care of. And it's not as if it hurts anything to have me keep an eye on things during the day while I'm here," she replies with a shrug, as she's not about to say that Gotham was her first choice as a place to live in. Right now, she's here merely because it's Batman's city.
"And I'm the wrong person to be asking about cliffs," she adds with a shrug, "I know where a lot of cliffs are, but I wouldn't know a good one for climbing if it fell on me." Come to think of it, that's probably actually happened to her at least once... "Climbing for me is like..." she pauses, trying to come up with a good analogy, "Hmm, wheelchair basketball for you. You could play it if you wanted to, but... why would you want to?" And why would she want to go through the trouble to climb a cliff when she can much more easily just fly to the top of it? Now noticing that she's emptied her glass of scotch, she places it back on the bar.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 14:14:38 GMT -5
Slipping the coaster from his own drink, that seems to catch the eye of the bartender, along with her own empty glass. Motioning to a bottle quite close to the one they've been imbibing from, he requests the man bring it over to them. It's a close, pungent cousin to what they had been imbibing from. He motions to her to uncap and smell it, before they drink.
"Ladies first. And I am sorry your home has been displaced. Although I can't say I'm not glad to have run into you here in Gotham; we are both here on business, one could say. Long term, in my case. I had been in Metropolis at a friend's insistence. Gotham has a more Noir feel to her. Gritty. And vibrant, beneath that." He chuckles to himself as he runs a hand through his hair. He just as easily could have been describing a woman, or a wine. Such is life, no?
"Ah. I enjoy such risky activities. I have finally been able to procure the proper equipment, but am lacking the landscape. If I could requisition my old jump equipment, then no doubt I could join you on some of your more favorite past-times." Base jumping. Exquisite in it's freedom, even more intense in a city full of large skyscrapers.
"I have a bit of a wild streak. Adrenaline is my second favorite thing to indulge in, after fine spirits. And perhaps, at a tie with work, which is wound so tightly with my love for wine and her sisters." He raises a brow, hoping this scotch blend will be adequate, and to her liking. If so, he will in turn pour them both a healthy glug, and raise his glass to hers, clinking it.
"And if one likes a challenge, and to expand their horizons, and may not be as gifted as you are, they might like to do as such." He offers with a wink, and a shift of his glass to her impressive wingspan.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 0:50:52 GMT -5
When Marc requests a different bottle, Shayera is naturally curious about his selection. After all, at least to hear him talk he knows more of the subtleties about such drinks than most of the people she's ever met. As he speaks of having business in Gotham as well, she opens it and smells it. Her eyebrows lift in interest - mainly because the scent itself is quite distinct and not too sweet, which is a good sign to her.
Pouring just enough into her glass to have a proper taste, she comments, "There's a lot of things about Gotham that remind me of Thanagar. It's pretty... Noir itself, but in a different way. Until recently I'd spent more time in Metropolis, though, visiting Superman - he's a friend. I'd say that the overall atmosphere of Gotham suits me better - Metropolis is too... perfect, or at least it pretends to be. Gotham is raw and doesn't hide much behind some pretty facade - I like that. But... it's also bit boring. I need a challenge..." She purses her lips at that, but reminds herself that she only needs to be in Gotham until her task is done. Which may take awhile, but it won't be forever, and she's patient.
Having said that, she sips what she poured into her glass, holding it in her mouth for several moments with a thoughtful expression on her face before she swallows it slowly and gives her verdict. "Hmm... better! Manages to be a bit more interesting without weakening the kick. But still... could use more flavor," she states. Or maybe they just don't make a drink that's completely to her liking on this planet - that's a thought that has occurred to her too. Still, she'll take what she can get and she's pleased that he's managed to pick out one she likes a bit better than what she was drinking before.
Letting him pour them both a generous glassful, she smirks as he raises his glass and lifts hers, letting him do the 'clinking' for reasons he'll discover later if he spends much time with her. After another sip of scotch, she smirks and says, "So you like risks and challenges, do you? Let's talk about me and risks and challenges for a moment. See, I like both of those too. But unlike you, climbing something or jumping off something isn't dangerous at all. Even if you tied my wings down, it wouldn't be dangerous because I can walk away from a terminal velocity fall completely unharmed. If I landed on solid rock on my head, I might get a concussion. Maybe. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to do anything that is actually dangerous?" It's definitely not impossible - she's weak compared to Superman - but she's still far too sturdy to take most extreme sports enjoyed by humans seriously.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 16:34:31 GMT -5
He is quite when she surveys the new liquor and tastes it. It is a bit different than what they were imbibing, but not too different. A varietal one could say. But as she enjoys a taste he is more than glad to pour them another glass of it. Afterward if she is still seeking their prior drink, they can go back to that. No doubt she'll match him glass for glass or vice versa.
He grins as she mentions Metropolis. "Oddly enough before Gotham I as in that city as well. I agree with you. It is quite shiny. Luthor has done quite a job. And he's here in this city as well doing something for whatever it is that he does. I hear he's having a party to raise funds." It's all said with the curiosity of none. Lex is prone to his grandeur and galas and fancy and all that. Marc, himself tends to be on the sidelines when needs be. Luthor can shine in whatever he is aiming for this time around. He's happy to help a friend when he needs it.
"But yes. There is a Gothic, Noir beauty to Gotham. Unpolished, and raw as you say it. But it the best way. There is no facade. What you see is what you do get." He nods as he drinks from his glass again. Boring? He hasn't expected that yet. But he has been out on the streets, in the shops, and meeting the people. So he has had no 'boring' yet.
"I do like seeking out the novel at times. Risks and challenges are in my blood. But not to the extent you are gifted it seems. I have to go above and beyond, because I lack wings, and clearly your strength, Shayera. If you have such an impressive skill set, then what do you do for fun?"
It has to be an interesting answer, considering her wings and even her experience.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 2:57:00 GMT -5
Shayera's expression gets a little private as Marc speaks of Luthor. "Oh, he's done quite a job in Metropolis, all right," she says, but though her words agree, her tone is more than a little ambiguous. "And I've heard about the party - I'm not going," she adds rather indifferently, though she actually has some rather mixed feelings about that. She doesn't know whether or not she wants to go or whether or not she'd be able to go, so she's not sure if she cares or not about whether she's not going.
Instead of trying to answer questions she won't be able to answer until it's already all over, she instead tries to distract herself from that issue by reminding herself that so many of the city's usual protectors will be in attendance that it's just as well that she'll be able to keep an eye on things while they're there. It's good to have someone around whose ability to respond to a developing situation doesn't vary based on whether or not they'd be able to sneak away from a crowd unseen. Then again, it's not like she'd have had that problem anyway - one advantage to not having an alternate identity is you tend to not shock people when you leap into action without changing your clothes first.
She can't help but smile when she's asked about what she does for fun. "Well, finding fun in the first place is a challenge of its own sometimes. But flying is fun. Not simple point A to point B flying, but aerobatics can get pretty... extreme. Especially when you combine obstacles and excessive speed..." she says, her expression easily becoming distant as she remembers certain past feats with those factors involved. "But there's sometimes - not always, but sometimes - a lot of risk and challenge in my day job. I wouldn't exactly consider it 'fun' given... well, often there's someone's life at stake and I always take that seriously. But serious or not, it makes me feel alive - explosions, machine guns, large fires, giant robots, large structural collapse, aliens who are actually stronger than me..." she adds, before stopping to sigh and say, "I get a lot less of all the above since leaving the Justice League, though - and most of the action in Gotham is overnight, so I miss it and end up dealing with all these simple things..." Hence why she finds the city to be so boring. Then again, she's not been in Gotham long enough to have a good chance of running into any of the more extreme situations she'd be better satisfied with.
"But I also like a number of... tamer things. Artistic flying, going out for drinks..." she adds, pausing to sip her scotch before she continues, "Oh, and I'm very competitive - I love a battle of wits almost as much as a real battle, so there's all sorts of games I like - or turning things into games. So long as they're not purely luck-based - what's the point of winning if it took absolutely no skill on your part?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 6:29:58 GMT -5
Marc nods to her tone and says nothing instead swirling his glass before taking a drink. This woman has opinions. He likes that. "Irony, that is. I'm not going either!" She chuckles and smiles at her as he leans against the bar again rather comfortably. "I am providing liquor and wine for him, but that's all. I'm to new to this city to care to plunge head-forth into it's societal depths without proper gear." And that is a truth. He likes to suss things out on his own first before engaging the larger endeavors.
"Aerobatics?" It sounds similar enough to 'acrobatics,' but from it's precursor he's guessing it takes place entirely in the air. With the aide of wings. Something he has never experienced and thus is quite interested on the topic. Even more as she continues to speak on the topic with fondness.
"It sounds like you are quite skilled in many areas. An impressive feat." Quite, considering her mind seems to excel as well as her physical prowess. As she mentions the Justice League, his eyes gloss over slightly. Again, it seems the masks and capes take over nearly every conversation he has. "Masks, capes, villains, and vigilante. They did not overwhelm conversation nearly as much in Metropolis," is all he states.
He is brought back to the conversation with her mention of drinking. He can find common ground with that. "I can understand that pastime with passion. I trained back home as a sommelier. Wine. Fine spirits. I know not only their tastes, but their origins. Why being aged in oak alters the taste for ten years instead of twenty-five, and why in cedar the same years are quite different, even disastrous. The food pairings, the tastes of a consumer, the dislikes," he speaks fondly as he holds up his glass with a grin as he turns back to her.
"But these skill games I can enjoy as well. Or putting a wager on others. But I agree a mix of luck, to a larger part of skill is the best outcome. Especially with a wager atop it. Competition is a skill, and a trait in and of itself, as well, Shayera. Pray tell; what games, or actions parlayed into games do you prefer most?" He almost wonders if she is a gambling sort.
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"I don't care how long I'm here - I don't think I'd ever want to 'plunge' into it myself. A taste of that here and there is fun and all, but too much is just irritating," Shayera replies easily, not for the first time expressing her exact feelings with a complete lack of concern that Marc's opinion may be different. He can agree or disagree as he likes - it won't bother her and she expects it to not bother him either. And if she's wrong, she'll just cross that bridge when she comes to it.
Nodding easily when he repeats back a word, she's quick to define it - she figures that he could guess the meaning as well as anyone, but it can help to hear it spelled out. "Aerobatics is basically stunt flying - maneuvers that are difficult and at least somewhat dangerous. Though like acrobatics, if you know what you're doing and have some experience you're unlikely to hurt yourself. If you don't make any mistakes," she explains, smirking a little as she adds, "Airplanes can do it, some of the other aliens and metahumans can do it, but... none like me. It's the wings." Which make her far more mobile in the air than an airplane but also grant her a certain fine control over her movement in the air that her friends who can fly by other means simply don't have.
His compliment about the range of her skills gets a shrug as she simply replies, "I have my talents." Yes, there are many of them, but there's relatively few that she could claim that she's the best at. She's not the strongest, smartest, fastest - perhaps she's the most agile in the air. Actually, that one she's certain of. As for the rest, there's always someone better. His comment on the frequency that the masked set are brought up, gets another shrug as she says, "I blame the fact that there's more vigilantes and fewer heroes around here." Which she has a lot of opinions about, but unless further prompted she'll leave it at that. Because, seriously, she could go on all evening about that alone.
Though she's been asked similar questions before, the particular way that Marc phrases it actually causes Shayera some pause before she says, "Hmm, since coming to Earth I've had to learn an entirely new set of games, so the list of the ones I know here are short. And most physical games are right out - I have a hard time finding anyone my equal physically around here since most are vastly stronger or vastly weaker, and it's not a real competition when it's that lopsided. But there's a lot of mental games that I like - I suppose I have more experience with chess than most others. I also like Risk, Stratego, Checkers, Poker, Monopoly - other games like that. Oh, and there's games like billiards, darts, table tennis, bowling, but those can sometimes be... problematic for me." Shrugging at that, she adds, "As for things that aren't officially games, there isn't anything specific - I suppose the part about that I like is that is the novelty."
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"I can understand that. I prefer more intimate settings than these overblown social gatherings. They have their good reasonings for why they occur, I just would rather help in the background than have to dress so formally and pretend." He'd done the circuits back home and in Metropolis at the coaxing of Luthor. Gotham did not incite the same want, nor did he feel the need to rush out and plunge into the depths, as she put it. And as confident as she is in her own opinion, he feels that while he may state his own thoughts and feelings, they will be respected with no need for dispute. Perhaps an observation, but not outright lambasting.
He nods as she goes more in depth on this flight style. Airplanes do do it. But seeing someone in a moderately human form attempt such maneuvers would be exquisite to see. Especially someone skilled. "I can see why it would be a competitive and lauded engagement." He claims after a healthy swig of his drink.
She is rather nonplussed at his observation. In the women he has met in Gotham thus far she is grounded with no need to throw herself at him or 'fix' him to some degree. It's refreshing as a cool breezy on a humid day and he grins widely. Turning to her slightly there is a crease in his brow. "There is a difference between the two? I was not aware. Could you enlighten me?"
He then pours another healthy glug of liquor into his cup before offering a refresh to her as well. He nods as she lists games. Strategy games. He does enjoy those from time to time. "A good, educated list. Strategy with a bit of luck." He understands what she is saying, thinking she is hinting at her physical prowess in the latter set of games.
"That is an impressive set. Have you played here yet?" He motions to the pool tables, which are still mostly occupied at this time. "I can understand most not being able to match you physically. I like to keep myself quite active, trim, not quite Olympian levels, but not too far off. It's a hobby I am happy to indulge in." And allows and affords him such a lifestyle with little compromise in the ways of cuisine and spirits.
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"I simply tend to find that the more informal a setting is, the more fun there is to have," she responds, "There's exceptions, yes, but they are few." And the odds of something like the Gala being one of the exceptions? Well... Selina Kyle may have her good opinion, but she doesn't know the woman well enough to say that she think that it's more likely she'll perform that feat than any other person putting on a formal event.
Smirking as he comments on her description of aerobatics, she nods and simply adds, "And it's fun too." It would be more fun if there was anyone around with comparable skills to compete with, but there really isn't. Oh, yes, there's quite a few people who can fly wall on this planet, but none of them fly the same way she does. And, being in a class of her own, that means that she mainly has to make due with solo flying, which is definitely fun too, but still...
She isn't exactly very surprised by his next question. After all, the distinction isn't one necessarily discussed very much among the general public, and even the heroes and vigilantes could argue a lot about the exact terminology and the definitions thereof. But at least her perspective on the issue is relatively simple, so she easily explains, "There's a lot of differences, but the primary and most important one is a certain difference of philosophy. On the one hand there's the heroes, like Superman for instance, who operates within the law. It's perfectly legal for anyone to stop a situation that they see happening, if they can do so safely - the main difference between a masked hero and any other random person off the street is generally the hero has a much longer list of things that they can do safely, and they have the skillset to do that quickly and easily. So if there's a bad guy escaping or a building burning down, they help. Now, normally if a situation is dangerous even for the hero it's not strictly legal for them to put themselves in harm's way unless they've been asked by the authorities to do so, though in my experience when it gets that bad I don't usually have the time to stop and ask if it's okay for me to get involved and it's still would be less dangerous for me than the authorities, so nobody's going to complain when I do that." She shrugs at that, then continues.
"A vigilante, on the other hand, operates outside the law. They don't merely stop criminals and rescue people, they hunt criminals - going so far as to hack into private computer systems to collect data, for instance. Or they'll beat up people for information. Many will even go so far as to kill criminals, though Batman and some others have a strict 'no-kill' policy and merely hand them over to the cops when they're done with them. But though we're all on the same 'side', there's a huge debate from both camps about which way is better. Personally, I stay out of the argument, though I act more as a hero - partly because I do believe they're more correct, but much more because I'm new to this planet and this culture - I don't think that it's my place to come to someone else's planet and decide that I know better than they do about how to manage their criminals," she explains. Even though she's pretty sure that she does know better - they didn't have a lot of these problems back on Thanagar. Then again, they had a completely different set...
When he offers her a refill of her glass, she takes it with a nod of thanks before immediately making a dent in the amount of it. She shrugs and nods as he comments on her list of games, though it quickly turns into a shake of her head when he asks about the pool tables here. "Can't say that I have - like I said, I'm not very good at it. I've played it other places," she replies, "And yes - I end up having to worry about how well I match up with people physically far too frequently when I just want to find something fun to do. But I keep in shape myself too - that's just a matter of degree, mostly."
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He nods to her opinion. He's had his share of fun at formal events as well as informal gatherings. There are boons and pitfalls to either setting. As she launches into a rather in-depth description of what is what, and what makes a person a hero instead of a vigilante he is interested. Slightly. Even if the whole notion of donning a mask is still ludicrous to him the way she frames it keeps hold on his attention span.
And it does seem to boil down to "...law, an individuals' interpretation of said law, and basic philosophical traits. Interesting." He finally adds as his fingers had started to work at his jaw in thought.
As he refreshes her glass and she drains some of it, he lets out a hearty chuckle before replenishing it again. She was not kidding in the least about her consumption. It was nice to see a woman enjoying herself over a good, potent spirit with no qualms.
"I try not to hold myself to other's standards too much. If I can do better than I did the last time I competed; that measurement is enough for myself." And for him, it's mostly true. There are few men he is aware of in his social setting that are near the same physical acumen he is. Nor do they adhere to the same strict regiment. And even though he imbibes more often than not; that hobby is tempered by his keen eye on what he consumes, and how fit and active he likes to keep himself.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 18:27:44 GMT -5
Nodding once to his summary of what she said, Shayera laughs lightly as he tops off her glass for the second time within moments - this time she refrains from drinking from it immediately, though that will only last for so long. She's not normally one to count her drinks, and she finds herself wondering just how many she's had so far. Definitely more than a few, because she thinks that she's starting to feel more than a bit buzzed and it takes quite a bit of alcohol to do that to her. She's unlikely to drink herself to the point of having to worry, though. Not on accident, at least...
As he shifts to speaking about other's standards, she nods again and smirks to herself as she comments, "The best competition is always yourself - a very evenly matched opponent. I just complain because back at home so much sport was a social thing - it's harder here." Pausing with a frown, she admits, "Though I suppose there's more to that problem than just the physical match-up. I don't exactly have a lot of friends, especially in Gotham." Then again, her list of 'good acquaintances who may become friends' is growing to a quite healthy size, especially since she doesn't need that many to satisfy her.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 16:25:37 GMT -5
"Now that is a statement I can wholly agree with. It's a slippery slope when we start to compare ourselves against others, instead of seeing the progress from where we were last at. There is nothing better than besting yourself." He raises his own recently filled glass to her in jovial agreement.
"Sports here are something else. More social, but not quite in the same social aspect that your own home was. But there should be some sort of club, or group that you could engage with?" He's at a loss for what Gotham offers for such an activity as he is new himself and only going off what he is familiar with. Then what is familiar in France may not be the same as familiar in Gotham. Perhaps he should ask Luthor if he was aware of any certain organisations. If there is one man that he knows will have an answer, it's him.
"Friends are overrated." He states. There is no malice, nor longing as it is just a statement. He has friends, very few, but they're now scattered to the wind as friends are wont to do once of a certain age. "Not to say I don't have them it's just harder to speak with them as I once did. I busy myself with work and what people I meet those ways. It may not have the same depth but it keeps me open to meeting new people and experiencing new opportunities as well."
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