Oh mun, I'll always be in your head...

[war_widow]

So you seem to believe that simply because something was... "cancelled" a year ago, you should have forgotten about me by now? I should have just gone away?

Certain disgusting mustachioed war profiteers aside, I'd like to think I'm a little memorable to most people. Well, unless I don't want to be...

Oh, yes, and I am persistent. [dark smile] I'm sure no useless entertainment executive has the power to keep Peggy away, and where she shows up, I'll be. [dark smile grows to dark grin] Don't you worry your pretty little head about that!

[pause]

On another subject... regarding this ridiculous picture you just saw about the childish man and the aliens and the talking racoon? No, I will not start or be part of an... [beat for eyebrow raise]... "Awesome Nemesis" club with the blue woman. Apart from the bit where I'm not into "clubs," your insistence these... creatures'? existence could be in my reality in any era is... well, it's just plain silly.

Besides, I won all the fights I was ordered to as a child. That's why I was allowed to live.

(((Voicetesting like whoa. Assistance appreciated.)))

Comments

[grailknight]

Your mun is sadly mistaken if they think anyone from your universe is going to go away. Wish I could be of service but I only look like someone that you know.

[war_widow]

[is silent a good few beats as she looks the man up and down, fascinated (and sizing him up, of course)]

No... you're not good ol' Jeeves, are you?

But how is it you know I know him?

As for my mun, I don't think she's sad. Mistaken, quite often, though.

[grailknight]

[He follows her gaze, perfectly comfortable with being sized up. The right corner of his mouth twitches.]

Unfortunately, I am not.

Because he talks about you.

I meant as a turn of phrase and not that she's actually sad.

[war_widow]

Jeeves mentioned little old me?

I am flattered. I'm sure he told you nothing but good things. [she's sure of the opposite, and delighted all the same]

And here he never mentioned his twin to me at all. [beat, blinking with big blue eyes with sarcastic sympathy] I hope your feelings aren't hurt.

[grailknight]

Of course. He thinks you're quite talented. And a fantastic dancer.

Nor would he. I'm just among family he has in England. [He smiles.] Not in the least. I would prefer to keep my identity a mystery.

[war_widow]

So sweet. How's his missus? She was a little under the weather last I saw her.

Oh, I bet you're lots of fun aren't you? Is there a name I can call you, Mystery Man?

[grailknight]

Much better, thank you for inquiring.

[The corner of his mouth twiches again and moves into a smile.] Some would say I am. You may call me Charles.

[war_widow]

Oh good. He was awful worried. [not that she's actually concerned much, but you know, conversation]

And you may call me Dottie. Have you met any of Jeeves' other friends?

[grailknight]

Is it short for Dorothy? I haven't. Though I have met his employer.

Going AFK for the night but will check in later. Thanks for the reply!

[war_widow]

Yes, indeed!

Oh. My condolences. I do hope you survived unscathed.

I also have AC muses but Percy from Kingsman is my loudest. Plus makes for interesting next to Dott

[grailknight]

More or less. Though whether Edwin did or not remains in question. I thought that he was going to die from embarassment.

[heirtothedragonsfire]

Yikes. Your childhood sounds worse than mine.

What are you going to do, then? If you're not going to form a… group, and it sounds like you're an ambitious woman… So what are you going to do?

[war_widow]

[the first comment elicits an eyebrow raise, and the gives the woman talking to her a good scan (likely to assess her capabilities), but no immediate response.]

[the second comment causes her generally-present smirk to falter a moment. The seemingly innocuous question seems to hit a tender spot. There's another beat before answering lightly] Do I? Sound ambitious, that is?

All I really want is to do what I'm good at. And to do it bringing down corrupt, greedy men.

[heirtothedragonsfire]

[The convenient thing about magic is that it's difficult to spot and even harder to assess, even with the right talents. Without it she's just a fit young woman who dresses well and speaks carefully.]

[Isidor lifts her own eyebrow in quiet surprise at the light reaction in an otherwise carefully constructed front. The expression swiftly becomes a friendly smirk.] If you weren't ambitious you wouldn't have been so driven to win every fight as a child.

Is that what you're good at? Fighting?

[war_widow]

["fit and careful" is enough to pique Dottie's interest. She smiles] Is wanting to live ambitious? Then I must be very ambitious after all.

Sure. And other things. [grins] I'm told I'm a "phenomenal dancer."

[heirtothedragonsfire]

I know people who would say it's the most ambitious thing of all.

[Dancer? Well if that isn't a word used for euphemism, Isidor doesn't know what is. A hint of suspicion glints in the corner of her eyes.] What kind of dancing?

[war_widow]

You must spend time with fun people.

[smirks, seeing a double entendre has been picked up.] All kinds. [pause, then answers more seriously] Though I was originally trained in ballet.

How about you? Do you dance?

[heirtothedragonsfire]

[She tips her head in a half shrug.] That depends on your idea of fun and their idea of living.

[If she wasn't her father's daughter she might have ducked her gaze. As it is there is only a slight burn in her cheeks in return to the quick remark.] Ballet. That's a dance that requires immense discipline.

I do. A woman has to know how to waltz, [she quotes.] Ballroom dancing was compulsory learning.

[war_widow]

It always does.

[nods] Yes, well, that was really the point, I think.

Waltz! Always a classic. [pause] Compulsory by whom?

[heirtothedragonsfire]

Using dance to teach discipline? I would have thought there were more… hm… direct ways of teaching that.

[Isidor smirks and lifts a shoulder in an easy shrug.] Tradition, society, family… Take your pick.

Sorry! Busy day

[war_widow]

[her smile grows a bit mad] Well, they also made me pull out my own teeth to learn to resist torture. Is that disciplined enough for you?

[busdriver]

Our reality is silly.

[May recognizes "Dottie" from Carter's files, but her dossier was pretty light on verifiable information. Her arms fold, posture pointedly casual.]

I was an overachieving kid too, [offered with a mild shrug] but the stakes weren't that high.

OMG May! :)

[war_widow]

[Her glance flickers toward May, and then returns for a slightly longer look that might be a somewhat-concealed double take. One hopes it's safe to assume Dottie can recognize a fighter's build in May, even in a casual posture. Seeing another woman who might be remotely like her is enough to cause a flicker of excitement in her eyes before her face glides into a relaxed smile]

Is it? Our reality, I mean. Should I know you from somewhere?

Maybe you have a point. Howard Stark exists, after all.

((Is May wearing a SHIELD uniform? She'd notice the symbol...))

[busdriver]

(( no uniform, sorry. but i'm sure dottie will figure it out quick. ilu for playing her. <3 ))

[It's more than fair to assume that a woman of Dottie's talents would be able to read the training all over May. She isn't going to any lengths to conceal it, and probably couldn't if she tried. Even wearing jeans and a t-shirt, there's the ghost of a tactical uniform on her shoulders. It works the other way too: she's making her own assessment while she's being assessed.]

You wouldn't know me. I barely know you. Saw your picture once, in an SSR file.

[That much information she'll give freely. Her own expression is neutral, a little tight around the mouth. She tips her head, wordlessly agreeing on the other point. She won't defend Howard Stark from accusations of silliness. Tony isn't her favorite, so maybe it's hereditary.]

[war_widow]

[Dottie's in suit that's a little oversized, which suggests, if not stolen, at least a rapid acquisition. There's a handgun tucked in the coat, no holster, that is well hidden, but an agent as experienced as May could tell what it is. She shows no signs of reaching for it--or of hostility in general. Yet.]

[At the mention of the SSR file, Dottie's eyes light--not just fake-express-interest, but actually, rarely light--though this comes with a bit of a mad smile] Aw, did Peggy keep a picture of me? That is so sweet.

So were you looking at this file for a reason, or were you just being naughty?